Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Yue Zhuoqun spread his arms wide, and a terrifying attraction emanated from his palms, enveloping the three monks' bodies: "You shouldn't waste your inner strength."

Wow~

The palm strikes from the three of them, drawn by the attraction, transformed into a gentle flow of water, all of which entered Yue Zhuoqun's body.

Even the internal energy within their dantian was uncontrollably surging outwards.

"What kind of demonic art is this?"

The three exclaimed in alarm and struggled desperately to create distance, but Yue Zhuoqun was like a black hole, swallowing everything around him.

No matter how much they struggled, they couldn't get away and could only watch helplessly as their inner strength was drained away.

Panic, anxiety, regret~

Complex emotions filled the minds of the three monks, and every second felt like an endless long time.

The internal energy in the dantian is decreasing, and the essence, energy, and spirit are also declining.

After a dozen or so breaths, his internal energy was completely drained, and his body withered and became skin and bones.

Yue Zhuoqun withdrew his hands, the attraction dissipated, and the three monks crashed to the ground with a thud.

"Uncle Master!!"

Hearing a mournful cry, Kong rushed over to help Du'e up.

But at this moment, Du'e looked thirty years older, his one eye was dull, his face was full of wrinkles, and even most of the white hair on his head had fallen out.

"This...this demon is...unbeatable..." he uttered weakly, then fell silent.

As for those undergoing tribulation or hardship, they cease to exist the moment they hit the ground.

bang~

The Shaolin disciples all knelt on the ground, their hearts heavy.

The Three Monks of Du'e were Shaolin's greatest asset. Even they died at the hands of Yue Zhuoqun. Who else could save Shaolin?

"Hmph! Now you know the consequences of provoking the Ming Cult!" Yue Zhuoqun said with a cold laugh, his hands behind his back.

This was the first time he had used the Absorption Technique to absorb someone else's power, and at this moment, the energy within his body surged endlessly, leaving him feeling completely satisfied.

Kong Wen placed Du'e's body on the ground, clasped his hands together, bowed to Yue Zhuoqun, and said in a sorrowful voice, "This old monk is convinced. Shaolin is willing to bear the consequences. We only hope that Master Yue will calm down and not cause any more bloodshed."

"Yuanyin, go and fetch 500,000 taels of silver and give it to Master Yue."

"Yes~"

A monk behind him responded and turned to get the money, but Yue Zhuoqun's cold laughter rang out again:

"The previous amount was 500,000 taels. Now that I have come in person, it cannot be settled with money!"

Kong Wen's facial muscles twitched violently, but he dared not speak out in anger.

After a long pause, he asked again, "Then how can the sect leader resolve this matter?"

"Shaolin handed over all its silver, including valuable items such as gold Buddhas and jewels; bronze and iron Buddhas were melted down and forged into armor and weapons; and the warrior monks joined the Ming Cult's righteous army to resist the Mongol Yuan Dynasty."

"You...you're trying to destroy my Shaolin Temple!"

"You brought this on yourselves."

Yue Zhuoqun's eyes were cold and sharp, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent: "I gave you a chance before, but you didn't seize it."

Now the only choices are to agree, or—die!

The word 'death' contained inner power, and it exploded in the ears of all the monks like a muffled thunder, making their blood boil and causing them to stagger backward.

In their eyes, Yue Zhuoqun's figure was like a god of death from hell, and they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.

"Wow~"

Some of the less resolute monks immediately knelt before Yue Zhuoqun, frantically kowtowing: "Master Yue, this humble monk is willing to join the righteous army, please, please don't kill me!"

Some monks pleaded with Kongwen, "Abbot, please agree! We don't want to die!"

Kong Wen's body slumped, and he nodded dejectedly: "So be it, so be it, let's do as the sect leader says!"

Things had come to this point, and I had no choice but to comply, since refusal would mean certain death.

Even if he refused, the disciples below wouldn't stand with him to save their own lives.

He couldn't help but regret not offering the 500,000 taels ransom himself.

No, if I had known Yue Zhuoqun was so powerful and acted so domineeringly, I shouldn't have provoked the Ming Cult.

Now, it's too late to say anything.

Soon, the news that Shaolin Temple had been razed to the ground by the Ming Cult and its disciples had been enslaved and forced into the rebel army shocked the entire martial arts world.

The sects that paid the ransom, such as Emei and Kunlun, were filled with lingering fear.

Fortunately, I wasn't as stubborn as Shaolin.

In an instant, the name Yue Zhuoqun became extremely famous in the martial arts world, and the only one who could be compared with him was Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang.

Even the Ming Cult's influence has grown several times over.

People in the martial arts world no longer dared to call the Ming Cult a demonic cult, and they avoided places where Ming Cult disciples were seen.

Of course, there was one person who was very worried, and that was Zhao Min, who had witnessed everything.

Yue Zhuoqun plundered over four million taels of gold and silver from Shaolin Temple, a huge sum that would soon transform the Ming Cult rebels into a well-equipped army.

My father, the Prince of Ruyang, is in trouble!

Chapter 120 Eight Years Later, the Building Is About to Collapse

Shaolin received over 40,000 taels of silver, Emei and other sects handed over over 1 million taels, and with the Ming Cult's resources and the gold and silver raised by its branches in various places, it was enough for Yue Zhuoqun to equip his army with great scale.

They could even set aside a portion of it to purchase the medicinal materials needed to refine the Dragon Elephant Pill.

Currently, the Five Elements Army has only about 10,000 men, and the Four Symbols Army has only a few thousand. These forces are far from sufficient.

Yue Zhuoqun mobilized many elite troops from various branch altars and the Polu Army, expanding both armies to 50,000 men.

The Shaolin monks were split up and assigned to different teams.

To be on the safe side, Yue Zhuoqun also placed life-and-death talismans on the monks with high abilities to prevent them from becoming unruly in the army.

Many disciples of the Huashan Sect also joined the army, and even Zhang Sanfeng sent some Wudang disciples to help.

In short, the entire Ming Cult was thriving under Yue Zhuoqun's leadership.

Even Daisy, after two months of his diligent work, successfully conceived.

It wasn't that he was indulging in lust, but rather that he did it intentionally.

Since the goal is to conquer the world, it is essential to cultivate an heir as early as possible.

After ten months of pregnancy, Dai Qisi successfully gave birth to a son, named Yueyang.

The following years were mainly spent training the army and fighting against the Mongol army.

Battles between two armies are different from martial arts contests; they require the ability to command the entire army, and Yue Zhuoqun is not really proficient in this area.

However, professional matters should be left to professionals. As long as one knows how to use people effectively, one is a qualified leader.

The Five Elements Army was led by Chang Yuchun, while the Four Symbols Army was completely handed over to Xu Da.

The Polu Army was a large force, distributed in different regions. He entrusted it to Zhu Yuanzhang for overall management. Tang He, Deng Yu, and others were also generals in the army.

After Yue Zhuoqun formulated a strategy of advancing from south to north with Yuanzhou City as the center, he handed over the battlefield to the three of them for full command, while he himself basically stayed at Bright Peak.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Most of the lost territories in the Central Plains have been recovered, and the three armies have advanced to the outskirts of the Mongol capital, Dadu.

The Mongol Yuan dynasty was already on the verge of collapse.

Fortunately, the Prince of Ruyang urgently summoned an army of 200,000 men and many highly skilled Tibetan monks, which saved the capital from being captured.

However, Chang Yuchun's 50,000-strong army, Xu Da's 50,000-strong army, and Zhu Yuanzhang's 100,000-strong army surrounded the capital city.

The Mongol Yuan dynasty could not hold out for much longer.

On this day, Yue Zhuoqun was teaching Yue Yang martial arts on Bright Summit. This was Yue Yang's first time learning martial arts.

Although both were sons, Yue Zhuoqun taught Yue Yang in a different way than he taught Yue Xuan.

The main focus of Yue Xuan's education was martial arts; his literacy and reading skills were primarily taught at the Chuanwu Hall.

Yueyang was groomed as a successor, with cultural governance being of greater importance.

Therefore, Yueyang started reading and writing at the age of four, and only started practicing martial arts now.

For beginners, profound mental techniques are not suitable. Yue Zhuoqun first taught him the Quanzhen Daoda Song as an introductory technique, and planned to teach him the Wanshou Daozang Gong after he had laid a solid foundation.

Although he was explaining the mental cultivation method to Yueyang, there were several other people listening nearby, namely Xiao Zhao, Ali, and Yang Buhui.

Xiao Zhao is the daughter of Dai Qisi and Han Qianye, and she was brought to Bright Peak a few years ago.

Ali is Yin Tianzheng's granddaughter and Dai Qisi's disciple.

Yang Buhui is Yang Xiao's daughter.