aircannonsinc Chapter 44 Cosplaying the Sweeping Monk
Chapter 44 Cosplaying the Sweeping Monk
Without pausing, Abbess Miejue unleashed another sword strike in an instant, like a golden snake dancing wildly, severing the longswords in the hands of Song Yuanqiao's four junior brothers before finally landing on the ground.
Her gaze swept over the shocked and angry faces of the Wudang people, and with a "whoosh," she sheathed her sword, her smile even more uncontrollable than that of Aka 47.
"Zhang Cuishan, if you don't come out soon, your five fellow disciples will be dead!"
As soon as the words were spoken, a man and a woman rushed out of the main hall.
"stop!"
at the same time.
[World Quest Triggered.]
[World Mission One: Become the Supreme Martial Arts Master.]
[World Mission Two: Stirring Up the Storm.]
Ok?
The background of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber is that if you obtain the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, you can command the martial arts world and become the supreme martial arts master.
Is this what the first task means?
The task of stirring up trouble is interesting. Does obtaining both the Heaven Sword and the Dragon Saber count as stirring up trouble?
Would truly unifying the martial arts world be considered stirring up trouble?
Or is it...?
In addition, what rewards can you get for completing the task?
Chen Yuan was really looking forward to this.
On the field, the man and woman who came out were Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu.
"Extinction, you've gone too far!"
"Finally brought this vixen out! Where is the Golden Lion King?!"
After exchanging a few words with Abbess Miejue, the two started to fight.
Facing renowned masters of the martial arts world, they were naturally beaten by Abbess Miejue, and Yin Susu was specifically targeted and slapped several times.
A plump, white-bearded old man suddenly flew out and joined the battle, turning the tables and giving Abbess Miejue a sound beating.
He used their own methods against them, slapping Abbess Miejue several times with the same tactic.
The fat old man was none other than Zhang Sanfeng, who was over a hundred years old.
Even after doing all that, he was still not satisfied.
He then snatched the Heaven-Slaying Sword from Abbess Miejue's hand, tossed it lightly, and stuck it into the wall of the Zhenwu Hall, claiming that he would keep it for seven years as punishment for this evil nun.
Seeing this, the experts from the other four major sects couldn't help but feel indignant on behalf of Abbess Miejue.
The Shaolin abbot even made a threat, saying that no matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, he couldn't possibly kill everyone present.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help but snort and glare.
"Do you think I'm easily scared?!"
Chen Yuan: (￣。￣;)
Why does it feel like something out of a gangster movie?
Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu quickly tried to mediate, saying that they, as a couple, would handle the matter.
Following that, Zhang Cuishan went on and on, but in short, he said he would never betray his friends.
Since the five major sects are so determined to know the whereabouts of Xie Xun, the Golden-Haired Lion King, he will definitely give them an explanation.
Chen Yuan knew it was time to make a move, otherwise he wouldn't be able to farm Life Source Points anymore.
He immediately grabbed a broom and started sweeping the floor.
"Swish~ Swish~ Swish~"
After Zhang Cuishan finished speaking, he was about to burst into laughter and then commit suicide by severing his meridians. But then a long sigh was heard.
"ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh..."
"Poor Zhang Wuji, he's only nine years old, and he's about to lose both his parents, suffer the torment of the Xuanming Divine Palm, and be looked down upon by others..."
After saying this, he let out another sigh.
"ε=(´ο｀*))) Sigh..."
Zhang Cuishan couldn't yawn anymore; his coherent emotions were abruptly interrupted. Following the man's words, he thought about Zhang Wuji's future situation, and his face turned deathly pale.
He instinctively looked at the person who was speaking.
A young servant boy dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a broom in his hand.
He hadn't noticed before, so when did a sweeper appear on the field? Or was it that he hadn't noticed before?
Yin Susu's resolute gaze suddenly shattered, and she staggered half a step, exclaiming in disbelief.
"Wuji...my Wuji..."
Her voice was filled with fear and maternal instinct.
Zhang Sanfeng's long, snow-white eyebrows twitched, and his gaze shot towards Chen Yuan like lightning.
A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of the centenarian master.
He had noticed Chen Yuan long ago.
At first, I just thought he was some janitor who wanted to broaden his horizons and was acting a bit strangely.
But Zhang Wuji was afflicted with the "Xuanming Divine Palm," a secret known only to a very few. Why could the other party casually reveal it?
Also, why is this guy still sweeping the floor?
Abbess Miejue had just been slapped in public by Zhang Sanfeng and was filled with shame and indignation. At this moment, she shouted angrily.
"Who is this servant spouting nonsense here?!"
She placed her hand on the sword hilt, only to realize that the sword was no longer there.
The humiliation of having the Heaven-Slaying Sword stolen caused her to direct all her anger toward the source of her voice.
"They're courting death! They deserve to die!"
The five major factions immediately became agitated.
Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin clasped his hands together, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.
"Amitabha... This benefactor, the 'Mysterious Netherworld Palm' you just mentioned, are you referring to that extremely insidious martial art?"
The elder of the Kongtong Sect stepped forward and said in a gruff voice.
"Boy! How do you know Zhang Cuishan's son was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm? Could it be that you're in cahoots with the Xuanming Elders?!"
The members of the Huashan and Kunlun sects all drew their swords, their eyes scanning back and forth between Chen Yuan and Zhang Cuishan, filled with surprise and uncertainty.
In the shadows of the pillars, out of everyone's sight, several servants who had been watching the commotion with their necks hunched over were now terrified.
A servant boy, his teeth chattering, whispered to his companion beside him.
"Has Chen Yuan gone mad...? He usually can't even fart for three days straight, how dare he..."
On the field, Chen Yuan seemed completely oblivious to the tense atmosphere around him, continuing to sweep the floor at his own unhurried pace.
The swishing sound of the bamboo broom scraping across the bluestone slabs was particularly jarring in the deathly silent square.
He raised his head, revealing an unusually calm face. His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Zhang Cuishan's face as he slowly spoke.
"Zhang Wuxia, if you die now, who will save your son, who is afflicted with the Xuanming Divine Palm?"
"Are you expecting these reputable families to have a change of heart?"
"Or are we relying on Zhang Sanfeng himself?"
"If I'm not mistaken, Master Zhang probably doesn't have a way to cure the Xuanming Divine Palm either, right?"
This statement is like pouring cold water into a hot oil pan.
Yin Susu suddenly screamed and rushed towards Zhang Cuishan, grabbing her husband's arm tightly.
"Fifth Brother! We can't die! We can't die! Wuji is still waiting for us!"
Zhang Cuishan trembled all over, his eyes were red, and the internal energy that had originally severed his meridians was running rampant in his body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
That was the backlash from forcibly dispersing one's power.
Inside the Zhenwu Hall, a child called out "Father" and "Mother" as he stumbled out and threw himself into Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu's arms.
It was Zhang Wuji.
Upon seeing this, Abbess Miejue let out a sharp, cold laugh.
"What a ridiculous ruse! You think you can fool us with some random servant spouting a few lies? Tell me! Did Zhang Cuishan teach you to say that?!"
Before she could finish speaking, she suddenly sprang up, disregarding her injuries, and transformed her palm into a claw, aiming straight for Chen Yuan's throat.
She has to overcome this sudden variable!
She moved incredibly fast, arriving in front of Chen Yuan in the blink of an eye.
Just as her fingertips were no more than three inches from Chen Yuan.
Suddenly, everyone heard three loud bangs.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"