I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

The folding fan Xian Yutong used as a weapon contained golden silkworm poison. His unexpected swing just now activated the mechanism to release the poison.

Then he pretended to let Song Qingshu taste the power of Huashan Sect's martial arts, but in fact he was covering up his despicable method of secretly using poison.

"Ancestor's order!"

Xian Yutong thought he was sure to hit the target with one blow, and when he saw that Song Qingshu couldn't dodge, he immediately jumped forward, wanting to snatch the Huashan Patriarch's Order. However, the other party waved his long sleeves, and he suddenly smelled a fragrance in his nose.

"not good!"

Before Xian Yutong could think about it, Song Qingshu had already waved his hand and pressed several acupoints on him. Such a villain deserved it for what he had done.

"Besides what Brother Zeng said, have you done anything wrong?"

Xian Yutong naturally knew how powerful the golden silkworm poison was, but his acupuncture points were blocked, so he couldn't commit suicide even if he wanted to. He could only beg for mercy loudly: "Brother Bai Yuan, I poisoned you with the golden silkworm poison! It's my fault!"

"Give me a quick death! Give me a quick death!"

The two elders of Huashan Sect, one tall and one short, looked at each other and said, "Killing is not enough." Although Xian Yutong deserved to be put to death, Huashan Sect could not continue to make a fool of itself.

"Young Master Song, we will take this evil villain back to Huashan to deal with him."

The short old man's surname was Yue, and his given name was Yue Yuntao. When he heard Xian Yutong admit that he had killed his fellow brother, he was shocked and angry, but he could not get angry because there were so many people present.

He ran closer and kicked Xian Yutong unconscious with a flying kick. With such force, he made Xian Yutong fly into the air and fall back in front of everyone in Huashan Sect to prevent him from ruining the reputation of the sect again. Then he clasped his fists and bowed, hoping that Song Qingshu would return the Patriarch's Order to him.

Unexpectedly, the other party had no such intention at all. Instead, he spoke as if the leader was instructing his disciples: "Disciples of Huashan Sect, listen to my orders!"

Seeing Song Qingshu holding up the Patriarch's Token in his hand, Yue Yuntao could only look up due to his short stature, but he saw that the ancient token was exactly the same as recorded in the sect.

"Brother, those who betray their master and ancestors should be punished with the death penalty. Although I always follow your lead, you must not let yourself down in such a big matter!"

Yue Yuntao was conflicted, and after hesitating for a moment he let out a long sigh, and finally he lifted his robe and knelt down. The disciples of Huashan Sect who were still hesitating, seeing that the two elders had expressed their opinions, all knelt down immediately.

"Disciple, obey the order!"

Although things are going smoothly at the moment, there are definitely a majority of people in the Huashan Sect who are dissatisfied. We can only deal with it after returning to the Central Plains.

After all, in Song Qingshu's plan, Xian Yutong was just the beginning. Now there are hundreds of disciples in the Huashan Sect, and it is still unknown how many will remain in the end.

"Bai Yuan was not killed by the Ming Cult. The hatred between Huashan Sect and the Ming Cult has been exposed. We should stop fighting now. In addition, Xian Yutong will be spared for now. We will discuss all matters after we return to Huashan!"

"Yes! Disciple will follow your orders!"

The withdrawal of the Huashan Sect left the other five sects dumbfounded. Those who were slow-witted were still surprised at the crime committed by Xian Yutong, while those who were quick-witted had already realized that the matter was far from over.

But no matter what, these are Huashan Sect’s internal affairs, and others have no right to interfere.

"Could it be that the Wudang Sect wants to swallow up the Huashan Sect?"

The leaders of each sect exchanged glances, and then all looked at the Wudang Sect. Song Yuanqiao was also surprised, but he couldn't explain anything even if he wanted to.

"Master Song, among the six major sects, only Wudang, Kongtong and our Emei Sect are left. I am just a woman, and we have to rely on Master Song to preside over the overall situation." Master Miejue is determined to wipe out the Ming Cult and does not care much about what will happen later. Besides, the position of Song Qingshu of the Wudang Sect is ambiguous at this time, so she has to listen to Song Yuanqiao's decision.

As for He Taichong and his wife of the Kunlun Sect, although they have been in the Western Regions for a long time and rarely come to the Central Plains, they have also done many dirty things in the past. With the lessons learned from the Shaolin and Huashan Sects, they now just want to protect themselves and not cause trouble for themselves.

Song Yuanqiao was in a dilemma, so he cupped his hands and said, "Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu of our sect have challenged Master Yin, but both were defeated. Master's swordsmanship is superb, and she will surely defeat this young man."

He did not mention Song Qingshu in his words, and obviously did not think that Song Qingshu would intentionally favor the Ming Cult.

"it is good!"

Nun Miejue sneered, strode to the center of the field with her head held high, and drew out the Sword of the Heavenly Sword before she could speak. She was so cold in the sunlight that one could not look directly at her.

Seeing that she didn't even look at him and walked straight towards Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu felt it was not appropriate to take the initiative to take on this battle.

"Master, Cheng Kun has surrendered to the Mongolian court and may have set up an ambush in the Kunlun Mountains to capture the six major sects and the Ming Cult in one fell swoop."

"So it is better to stop here today. With a powerful enemy in front of us, we should unite to face the enemy."

Nun Miejue then stopped and glanced at the ancestral order in Song Qingshu's hand. She was the father of the founder of the Emei Sect, the female hero Guo Xiang, and the great hero Guo Jing. They had a life-and-death friendship with the immortal Zhao of Mount Hua.

His disciples defended Xiangyang for decades. Even the husband of Guo Daxia's eldest daughter, Yelu Qi, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, was also a disciple of Zhao Xianren.

Although the Huashan Sect's sect rules regarding meeting the Grand Master in person do not apply to the Emei Sect, Master Miejue cannot take it lightly.

"What a person Zhao Xianren of Huashan Sect is. You should cherish this opportunity as a young man. Don't really think of yourself as the supreme master of the martial arts world and try to give orders to this old nun!"

There is no point in talking if there is no agreement. Song Qingshu does not need to rely on the power of the ancestor Linghu.

"This brother Zeng has a deep connection with our Wudang Sect. I cannot sit idly by and watch. Please stop, Master."

Nun Miejue held the Heavenly Sword horizontally, and laughed in anger, "Since that's the case, I'll come and see what you, the supreme master of the martial arts world, are like!"

"Qingshu, don't be rude!"

When the people of Wudang Sect saw that Song Qingshu was actually going to meet up with the Emei party, they naturally rushed to stop him. Only Zhang Songxi looked carefully at Zeng Aniu in the audience, and the more he looked, the more he looked like the person he had in mind.

Although he called himself Zeng Aniu, his martial arts skills and his manners did not suggest he was a country boy. He just defended the Wudang Sect and Yin Tianzheng, and he also knew a lot about what happened in Butterfly Valley that year.

Furthermore, Song Qingshu also said that he had a deep connection with the Wudang Sect. Apart from Zhang Wuji, who else could Song Qingshu be willing to risk the world's taboos and even bear the infamy of colluding with the Demon Sect and still protect it in every possible way?

"Big brother, second brother, please be patient!"

Zhang Songxi whispered his guess, and the other four were immediately surprised and happy. They looked at Zhang Wuji. Although his appearance was very different from when he was a child, the contours of his eyebrows and eyes remained unchanged.

At this moment, Nun Miejue had already swung her sword. She originally wanted to make Song Qingshu retreat, so her sword move was not very urgent.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was more than a foot away from her, and he pointed his finger at the blunt end of the sword's spine. An irresistible force was immediately transmitted from the sword body, which made her arm numb, and even the sword shook slightly.

"No wonder he was able to force Wei Yixiao to retreat that day. He really has some skills!" (End of this chapter)