It took them more than half an hour to walk from the foot of Mount Huangshan to Light Summit, and this was the result of them traveling at full speed without Ming Cult stopping them or guarding against them.
"Stop!"
When they rushed through the sea of fire, someone finally stopped them before the stone stairs leading to Light Summit. "Sir, you sure have guts. How dare you come to Ming Cult?"
The person who showed up was Ming Cult's Phoenix Sun Branch's Chief Zhou Yu. Zhou Yu's gaze swept past Zhou Zhiruo's naturally seductive curves, and Zhou Zhiruo went forward to explain the situation.
Then, Zhou Yu smiled faintly, and his gaze landed on Happy. "I see, so you've accepted a quest. Congratulations." Once he finished speaking, he calmly opened up a path and no longer tried to block Happy's way.
"…"
Happy had admired Zhou Yu for a long time. When he saw Zhou Yu move aside in a graceful manner, he immediately wrapped his fist in his palm and nodded. Then, he brought Zhou Zhiruo past Zhou Yu and headed to Light Summit.
The two figures quickly disappeared into the distance.
"Big Brother Zhou, why did you let him go so easily? Little San died at his hands. "The flute man appeared behind Zhou Yu with a face full of unwillingness.
Zhou Yu slowly turned around and said,
"I know. If it were anyone else, it would have been fine. We might have even had to spar with him, but he brought Zhou Zhiruo with him. Sigh, she's a woman who can't be touched in a quest. If the cult master learns about it, all our efforts today will have been in vain." He paused for a moment before he said, "It's not a shame that Third died in Happy's hands. He does indeed live up to his name as the top ranked player on the Famous People Rank. Besides, even if we work together today, we might not be able to kill him."
"Humph! I can't calm down. Every time I think about how Little Three died in the hands of this brat, and how he even got a hidden mission to the Ming Cult's Light Summit, I can't help but feel angry. "The flautist was not as open-minded as Zhou Yu.
"Then work hard to increase your strength, or else, you won't be able to defeat Happy with just your mouth." When he said that, Zhou Yu leisurely raised his head and sighed with a myriad of emotions. "I remember my little sister reminding me to pay attention to Happy back then, but I didn't pay much attention to it at that time. If I knew that he would soar to the skies during the emperor's birthday, I might have stolen his dart and sparred with him."
"It's not too late now."
The flautist's eyes flickered.
Zhou Yu cast him a faint glance and said calmly, "Fourth-echelon Nation Protecting Divine Sword. Calculate how much attack speed and damage will be increased."
"By the way, that's a fourth-echelon grade one masterpiece. Why isn't it on the Divine Weapon Rank?" With Zhou Yu's nudge, the flautist's heart skipped a beat. He raised his voice incredulously, "There's still no update. What's going on?"
"Ask me? You asked the wrong person. "
Zhou Yu's eyes lit up. "The book was written by Bai Xiaosheng. I have to ask him this question! Right now, I want to know just how many fourth-echelon equipment he has aside from that fourth-echelon Nation Protecting Divine Sword. "
"…"
…
Just when the flautist was shocked by the information Zhou Yu had sensed, Happy brought Zhou Zhiruo into Ming Cult's headquarters without any obstructions.
After all, the disciples from the six great system-allocated sects had already left Mount Huangshan, and their arrival did not cause any intense reaction from the Ming Cult disciples. When they heard the reason for their visit, they quickly summoned Song Yuanqiao.
Song Qingshu followed him with an excited expression. He must have heard from the Ming Cult disciples that Emei Sect had something to report to them and asked about Zhou Zhiruo.
"Hehe, so it's you, Young Swordsman Happy …" When Song Yuanqiao saw Happy again, a complicated expression appeared on his face. After all, Zhang Wuji was his fifth brother's child, and Happy had nearly killed him. However, he still showed a magnanimous attitude.
"Young swordsman, why did you come back?"
Song Qingshu decided to go to Zhou Zhiruo's side and fawn over her. "Junior Sister Zhiruo, why are you here?"
Zhou Zhiruo ignored Song Qingshu and knelt down on one knee, causing Song Yuanqiao and Song Qingshu to be shocked.
"Great Swordsman Song! Emei Sect has been ambushed by the dogs of the imperial court. Right now, hundreds of our disciples' lives are in danger, and my master is also in danger. I hope that you will help us! "
Happy cast Song Qingshu a puzzled glance. He remembered that Song Qingshu should have returned to Wudang Sect with a large group of people and was captured. Why was he here?
"What?!"
Just as he expected, Song Yuanqiao's expression changed drastically.
"Please get up. What happened? Tell me in detail."
With such a major matter at hand, Song Qingshu did not dare to act rashly. He stood by the side and listened to Zhou Zhiruo tell him everything.
Song Yuanqiao's expression changed repeatedly, and he became incredibly solemn.
"This is bad!
If the six sects are ambushed at the same time, won't my sixth brother … "
"Dad, sixth uncle is in danger!" It was only then that Song Qingshu remembered that Song Yuanqiao had stayed in Ming Cult with his seventh uncle to take care of Zhang Wuji, but his sixth uncle had led the Wudang Sect disciples back to Wudang Sect to deliver the news that Zhang Wuji was not dead.
"Let's go and take a look."
When he heard Song Qingshu's words, Song Yuanqiao shook his head solemnly.
"There are plenty of elites in the imperial court. This time, they will definitely send a large number of elites to ambush the six sects. If we go now, it will be too late. We might even end up dying."
"Great Swordsman Song, please save my master!"
When Zhou Zhiruo heard this, she panicked and started crying.
"Miss Zhou, don't be anxious. If we want to save your master, we must ask for help from Ming Cult. I'll go and discuss this with Wuji," Song Yuanqiao said solemnly.
"Isn't Zhang Wuji recuperating?"
A hint of regret and worry flashed in Zhou Zhiruo's eyes. She caught up to Song Yuanqiao, but she did not expect that the concern in her voice would cause Song Qingshu to be very displeased. Hatred flashed briefly in his eyes.
"Wuji has Nine Yang Divine Skill, and his physique is great. After taking medicine and resting for a while, he will recover. By the way, I forgot to tell you, Wuji has already been elected as the cult master of Ming Cult."
"…"
Zhou Zhiruo was so shocked by the sudden news that she could not say anything.
But Song Qingshu snorted.
"The cult master of an evil cult will die sooner or later."
"Qingshu!"
Under Song Yuanqiao's reprimanding gaze, the group arrived at the inner hall of the headquarters at Light Summit. They saw Zhang Wuji, who had washed his face clean. He was helping the seven elites of Ming Cult heal their injuries. From the distance, they could already sense his pure and hot qi coming at them.
Happy and Zhou Zhiruo were both people who had injured Zhang Wuji, and they immediately caused the seven elites of Ming Cult to be displeased.
"Great Swordsman Song, why did you bring these two people here?"
"Miss Zhou."
Zhang Wuji did not think too much about it. He immediately stopped circulating his qi and comforted Yang Xiao and the others before he arrived in front of Zhou Zhiruo.
She bowed gracefully.
"I am Zhou Zhiruo. Greetings, Cult Master Zhang. Please take action and save my master."
"Your master? Mistress Annihilation? What's wrong with him? "The joy on Zhang Wuji's face instantly faded away, and he looked at Happy in puzzlement.
When he noticed that Zhang Wuji's face was completely unguarded and full of resentment, Happy felt a little guilty.
"Cult Master Zhang, you are a kind person. It is the fortune of the world of martial artists to have a hero like you in charge of Ming Cult!" Happy opened the conversation and repeated Zhou Zhiruo's words.
"The six sects were attacked, and the people in the world of martial artists will definitely blame this on Ming Cult! Cult Master, since you have decided to revive Ming Cult, we might have to take care of this, "Yang Xiao said when he walked over. His gaze moved back and forth between Happy and Zhou Zhiruo's faces.
Happy felt as if he had been cut by a knife.
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