thefictionvixens Chapter 67: The Six Major Sects' Siege of Bright Peak
Chapter 67: The Six Major Sects' Siege of Bright Peak
Soon, Yin Tianzheng sent someone to bring pen and ink.
Chen Yuan wrote a sentence in Persian on the paper in a crooked and messy manner.
Xiao Zhao blinked her big eyes.
"Your handwriting is terrible."
Chen Yuan: "..."
He wasn't very good at using a calligraphy brush, so his handwriting was naturally not very good.
Chen Yuan put on a stern face.
"What do you mean by that?"
"This means: After the destined person kneels and kowtows three times."
Chen Yuan nodded in satisfaction. These words had appeared in the plot before. It seemed that this little girl was honest enough and hadn't tried anything funny.
He thought to himself, deliberately skipping the second Persian sentence that mentioned "the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" in his memory, and wrote down the third sentence directly.
"What about this sentence?"
"Once the divine skill is mastered, the stone door can be pushed open."
"What about this sentence?"
"Straight to the summit of Bright Peak."
Just then, a member of the Ming Cult rushed in from outside the hall, knelt on one knee, and reported to Yin Tianzheng, who was talking with Zhang Wuji.
"Eagle King, forces from six major factions have been spotted ten miles away!"
Chen Yuan suddenly turned around.
"The Six Major Sects?"
What's going on?
The six major sects will besiege Bright Peak for several more years, won't they?
......
Ten miles away from Bright Summit, in an open area, banners fluttered and tents stood in rows.
The forces of the six major sects—Shaolin, Kunlun, Kongtong, Huashan, Emei, and Wudang—have already set up camp here.
Inside the largest cowhide tent, apart from the Wudang Sect, whose leader Song Yuanqiao was leading the team due to Zhang Sanfeng's absence, the leaders or team leaders of the other five sects gathered together to discuss the details of tomorrow's attack on Bright Peak.
The curtain was lifted, and Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple stepped in, followed by several Shaolin monks.
One of them was quite strange; the lower half of his face was covered with a white cloth, revealing only a pair of calm eyes.
"Tsk, what a big shot."
Elder Tian of the Huashan Sect nudged Elder Zou beside him with his elbow and muttered in a low voice.
"Usually, others wait for the two elders of Mount Hua, but today we've been made to wait for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."
Elder Zou nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"Yeah, yeah."
Elder Tian glanced sideways at the masked monk and continued gossiping.
"Look at that monk, his face is covered. Could he have been doing something shady?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Don't you have anything else to say?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Elder Tian glared at Elder Zou with annoyance, but inadvertently met the gaze of Master Kongwen.
His gaze was calm and serene, yet it seemed to pierce through people's hearts.
Elder Tian froze, quickly gave an awkward smile, lowered his head as if looking down at his nose and mind, and dared not say another word.
Master Kongwen put his hands together in prayer and uttered a Buddhist chant.
"Amitabha."
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached every corner of the tent, instantly silencing the previously noisy interior.
"Esteemed sect leaders and fellow Daoists."
Master Kongwen looked around and slowly spoke.
"More than a month ago, our six major sects jointly dispatched disciples to Icefire Island to search for Xie Xun's whereabouts."
"As you all probably already know, Xie Xun seemed to have gotten wind of it early on, and the island was deserted."
He paused, then continued.
"Our Shaolin Temple received a secret letter stating that members of the Ming Cult had landed on the island first and brought Xie Xun back."
"This is precisely the reason why Shaolin has come to Bright Peak this time."
Master Kongwen's gaze swept over everyone present.
"I imagine that you have all received similar letters."
"Ho—"
The current leader of the Emei Sect, Abbess Jingxuan, sneered, her gaze piercing towards the Wudang Sect like icy needles.
"This humble nun never expected that even the prestigious Wudang Sect would receive a letter?"
Her voice suddenly turned stern.
"Wasn't the news of Xie Xun's whereabouts on Icefire Island spread from your Wudang Sect?!"
Abbess Jingxuan suddenly stood up, her wide gray monk's robe fluttering even without wind.
Her sharp gaze swept over the other masters from various factions.
"This humble nun suspects that this information was leaked from Wudang to the Ming Cult!"
"Otherwise, how could the Ming Cult have rushed to Icefire Island to provide support so quickly?"
These words immediately caused an uproar inside the tent.
The gazes of the other masters turned to Song Yuanqiao and his group from the Wudang School, filled with scrutiny and suspicion.
Master Jingxuan's words are not without reason.
Sitting behind Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting's face darkened, and he was about to start criticizing.
Song Yuanqiao glanced back, giving her a reassuring look, then turned back to look calmly at Abbess Jingxuan.
He expressed his regret over the death of Abbess Miejue at Wudang.
But this is not a reason to hate Wudang.
After all, Abbess Miejue's death had nothing to do with Wudang.
This is all Chen Yuan's fault!
"Master Jingxuan, Wudang has never had any connection with the Ming Cult. Please be careful with such baseless and unfounded claims."
"Ha!"
Master Jingxuan's face was mocking.
"No connection whatsoever?"
"The daughter of the White-browed Eagle King is still living in your Wudang.
She glanced around the Wudang Sect.
"What's wrong?"
"Why doesn't she come to see her good father, the White-browed Eagle King?"
"Old nun!"
Yin Liting finally couldn't hold back any longer.
"Don't think that just because your Emei Sect lost Miejue, you're the greatest in the world!"
"She brought it all on herself; what does it have to do with Wudang?!"
"you!"
Abbess Jingxuan glared angrily at Yin Liting, and the Emei disciples behind her also looked furious, some even placing their hands on their swords.
Yin Liting glared at them defiantly, as if about to say something.
Master Kongwen suddenly spoke.
"Everyone."
The sound wasn't loud, but it resonated like a great bell, making people's eardrums buzz.
"I have come today to discuss the matter of defeating the Demonic Sect."
"If Wudang were truly in cahoots with the Ming Cult, why would they appear here?"
"That's not necessarily true."
Master Jingxuan said expressionlessly.
"What if they're trying to sabotage our plans?"
Upon hearing this, Yin Liting stood up abruptly and was about to draw his sword.
"That's enough!"
Master Kongwen shouted.
"Don't let the Demonic Sect laugh at us!"
He made his conclusion.
"I believe Master Zhang would never do such a thing, so let's not mention it again!"
Master Kongwen steered the conversation back on track.
"The Demonic Sect is quite well-prepared this time."
"The Five Elements Flags have all been returned to their posts, and the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun has indeed returned to the fold."
"Even Wei Yixiao, the Green-Winged Bat King, who has always been at odds with the White-Browed Eagle King, has come back to help."
"It would be perfect if the Golden Lion King were here!"
Elder Tian stood up excitedly.
"Then we can steal his Dragon-Slaying Saber!"
Master Kongwen glanced at the guy silently, his expression unreadable.
Master Jingxuan glared at him angrily.
Why is this guy bringing up something he shouldn't have? Is he implying that her Emei Heaven-Slaying Sword is missing?!
The other experts from various factions also exchanged subtle glances, but none of them responded.
Seeing that he had made a fool of himself, Elder Tian sat back down with a sheepish look on his face and complained to Elder Zou next to him.
"That old nun looked at me strangely; I wonder if she's taken a liking to me."
"Wow—hey!"
Elder Zou asked in surprise.
"What a coincidence, I think her apprentice has taken a liking to me."
Master Kongwen ignored the two men and said seriously.
"Three of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult are in the Ming Cult. Apart from the blind Golden-haired Lion King, the remaining Eagle King and Bat King will not be easy to deal with."
"Uncle-Master, I have a plan."
The masked monk who had been standing silently behind Kong Wen suddenly stepped forward, placed one palm in front of his chest, and bowed.