Chapter 222

　Now that his injuries had healed, Zhang Wuji (the cunning version), who was pretending to be lame, saw his beloved Zhiruo again. Her clothes fluttered, her movements were light and graceful, and she took very small steps, but in an instant she was four or five zhang away from him.

　　She was beautiful and elegant, with a face full of beauty, but her eyes seemed to hold some worry. Zhang Wuji and many other young martial arts heroes wanted to share Zhou Zhiruo’s worries or hold her in their arms to comfort her.

　　”Zhiruo…Miss Zhou, what troubles you?”

　　Zhou Zhiruo had naturally already recognized Zhang Wuji, and her feelings towards this childhood companion were very complicated.

　　After all, she had risen from an ordinary fisherwoman to where she was today thanks to his care, which was a great kindness. But she also really wanted the secrets of the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the Heaven-Reliant Sword, which were the legendary Nine Yin Manual.

　　Zhou Zhiruo thought for a moment and then brought up Wu Wudi, the invincible hero of the martial arts world. He was a very upright and honest man. Some people are just naturally righteous and don’t look like bad people at all. Wu Wudi’s style of doing things was the same. He was not absolutely righteous, but he was definitely not a great villain. On the contrary, he would take action when he saw injustice.

　　Apart from a few wicked criminals, most of the exchanges were friendly sparring. In addition, he was suspected to be a Grandmaster of the Innate Realm and a learned man proficient in ten martial arts. Many righteous people liked to take the initiative to spar with him, as they considered it an honor to receive guidance from such a master.

　　However, the siege of Bright Peak by the eight major sects was an extraordinary event, and no one dared to gamble on it. So when an invincible master suddenly appeared, people were more or less worried and didn’t quite understand his true purpose.

　　”Invincible in martial arts, invincible in all directions… Is this great hero Wu really that powerful?” Zhang Wuji, who was using the alias Zeng Aniu, had a strange expression at this moment, because he couldn’t help but think of Master Wu of Zhu Wu Lianhuan Manor, wondering if he really had some connection with Wu Lie.

　　”Impressive! If he really makes a move, all of us combined might not be a match for this martial arts master alone. He’s a true legend in the martial arts world.” Zhou Zhiruo said with longing. Grandmasters of the Innate Realm are the strongest combat power that only exists in martial arts legends. No one knows exactly how powerful they are, but just like his nickname, they are invincible!

　　The word “Invincible” is written in capital letters.

　　Just like before, Zhang Wuji chatted for a long time with his childhood sweetheart who had once given him a meal, making the young heroes of the martial arts world extremely jealous.

　　Especially Song Qingshu, the third-generation chief of Wudang, who had just joined forces with the Northwest Allied Army led by Emei, was filled with murderous intent.

　　He didn’t know why, but seeing Zeng Aniu made him instinctively unhappy, and now seeing Zeng Aniu so close to his beloved Zhiruo made him even more unhappy.

　　The next day, the allied forces set off, and as they marched, they suddenly heard the sound of horses’ hooves coming from the west.

　　Abbess Miejue made a gesture, and all her disciples immediately hid and lay prone behind the sand dunes.

　　The two men each brandished a short sword, pointing it at Zhang Wuji and Zhu’er’s backs. Their meaning was very clear: the Emei Sect was ambushing the enemy. If Zhang Wuji and the others raised a warning, the short swords would be thrust forward and instantly kill them.

　　The sound of horses’ hooves was very fast, but they were still far away. It took quite a while before they came close. Suddenly, the passenger on the horse saw footprints on the sand and reined in his horse to look at them.

　　With a flick of her whisk, the Emei Sect’s chief disciple, Abbess Jingxuan, sent dozens of disciples leaping out from their ambush and surrounding the rider.

　　Zhang Wuji peeked out and saw four horses, all of whom were dressed in white robes with a red flame embroidered on them.

　　The four men, realizing they had been ambushed, shouted in unison, drew their weapons, and attempted to break out towards the northeast corner.

　　Master Jingxuan shouted, “They are demons from the Demonic Sect; not a single one of them should be let go!”

　　Although the Emei Sect has many members, it does not use its numbers to attack the few.

　　Two female disciples and two male disciples obeyed Master Jingxuan’s commands and stepped forward to intercept them.

　　The four members of the demonic sect wielded curved blades and attacked with extreme ferocity.

　　However, the disciples of the Emei Sect who came to the Western Regions this time were all the best in the sect, and each of them was highly skilled in martial arts. After only seven or eight rounds, the three members of the Demonic Cult were each struck by a sword and fell off their horses.

　　The remaining man was far more formidable; he slashed the left shoulder of an Emei male disciple, then fled, galloping several meters away on his horse.

　　Master Jingxu, the third-ranked nun of the Emei Sect, called out, “Come down!”

　　She moved swiftly, and after catching up with the man, she swung her whisk and wrapped it around his left leg.

　　The man parried with his sword, but Jingxu’s whisk suddenly changed its move, striking him squarely on the back of the head with a whoosh.

　　This move struck a vital point; the whisk contained profound internal energy, causing the man to fall off his horse.

　　Unexpectedly, the man was extremely fierce. Despite being severely injured, he attempted to perish together with his enemy, spreading his arms and rushing towards Jingxu.

　　Jingxu dodged to the side, and a whisk struck the man’s chest again. Just then, three white doves suddenly took flight from the cage hanging around the man’s mount’s neck. Jingxuan exclaimed, “What strange tricks are you playing?”

　　With a flick of his sleeve, Jingxuan sent three iron lotus seeds flying toward the three pigeons.

　　The two pigeons landed easily.

　　The third iron lotus seed was deflected by a hidden weapon thrown by a white-robed man lying on the ground.

　　A white dove soared into the clouds.

　　The disciples of Emei threw out a barrage of hidden weapons, but they could no longer hit it, and the pigeon flew away to the northeast.

　　Jingxuan waved her left hand, and the male disciples pulled up four white-robed figures, placing them in front of her. From attacking the enemy to shooting pigeons and capturing people, Abbess Miejue remained aloof, observing with her hands behind her back.

　　Zhang Wuji thought to himself, “She personally attacked Zhu’er, which means she values ​​Zhu’er very much. It must be because Ding Minjun’s wrists were broken. If this old nun wanted to stop that white dove, it would be a simple matter. What difficulty would there be? But she deliberately ignored it and let her disciples handle it themselves.”

　　Recalling the time when Jingxuan led Ji Xiaofu and others to Wudang Mountain to celebrate the birthday of their grandmaster, they implicitly rivaled the leaders of the Kunlun and Kongtong sects. These senior disciples of the Emei sect were clearly quite famous in the martial arts world, and any one of them could handle important matters on their own. Dealing with a few members of the Demonic Sect could no longer be done by Abbess Miejue. Jingxuan and Jingxu taking action themselves had already elevated the status of the other party.

　　A female disciple picked up two dead white pigeons from the ground, took out a paper roll from a small tube on the pigeon’s leg, and presented it to Jingxuan.

　　Jingxuan opened the letter and said, “Master, the Demonic Sect already knows that we are besieging Bright Peak. This letter is to the Eagle Sect to report the emergency.”

　　She looked at another scroll and said, “Exactly the same. It’s a pity that one pigeon escaped the net.”

　　Abbess Miejue coldly said, “What’s there to regret? The demons have gathered, and we can wipe them out in one fell swoop. Wouldn’t that be more satisfying? It would save us the trouble of running around searching everywhere.”

　　Jingxuan said, “Yes!”

　　When Zhang Wuji heard the words “call for help from the Eagle Sect,” he was taken aback: “The leader of the Eagle Sect is my maternal grandfather. I wonder if he will come? Hmph, you old nun, you are so arrogant and conceited, but you may not be a match for my grandfather.”

　　He originally intended to take the opportunity to rescue Zhu’er and escape, but now that the show was about to begin, he decided to watch the excitement and left instead.

　　Jingxuan demanded of the four white-robed men, “What other men have you invited? How did you learn of our Eight Sects’ campaign against the Demonic Sect?”

　　…

　　Zhang Weihao had already caught up with Emei. Since he was traveling alone, his pace was naturally faster. Although he had been fighting recently for various reasons, it was also purposeful, mainly to make a name for himself.

　　Creating a grandmaster-level alias like this can be very useful in crucial moments.

　　Meng Yuan was clearly not the kind of person who would follow the rules of the martial arts world, especially Zhao Min. Since you don’t follow the rules, why should I follow them?

　　The pseudonym “Invincible Wu” is used for an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. It’s all about who has no bottom line and playing the game of mutual harm. You make it sound like I’m scared, but he’s been wanting to cause a big scene like this for a long time.

　　In modern society, because of the existence of ultimate weapons, individual combat power cannot exceed the ultimate level, so Zhang Weihao has to be cautious and can only endure it.

　　In the world of martial arts, which is just an ordinary world of martial arts, what is he afraid of? If you really annoy him, he really will flip the table.