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109: Wudang's reaction

Tang Lingfeng watched the departing Shen Lang, feeling a wave of emotion in his heart.

"Sigh... It seems that Great Hero Shen's lifelong reputation is about to be ruined because of his grandson, Shen Guyan."

"What? Is Father-in-law feeling soft-hearted?" Duan Zhengchun asked with a smile.

"That's not it. Since they chose to make a move against you, it's only normal for you to kill them."

"Not just you; even if it were me, I would have done the same."

"It's just a pity that I don't have your strength. Otherwise, I could have dealt with them myself without needing you to lift a finger," Tang Lingfeng said.

"I appreciate your sentiment, Father-in-law. However, no matter the time, one's own strength is what's most important."

"In this world, if you lean on a wall, it might collapse; if you rely on people, they might run away. Only relying on yourself is the truth," Duan Zhengchun said.

"Oh? I didn't expect my Virtuous Son-in-law to have such insights at such a young age. It truly surprises me." Tang Lingfeng looked at Duan Zhengchun in astonishment.

Duan Zhengchun smiled and said nothing. These were insights gained from living two lives.

How could an ordinary person possibly compare?

"Virtuous Son-in-law, it seems the matter isn't fully resolved yet. Don't leave for now; just stay here at the Tang Clan."

"Even if Shen Lang doesn't seek revenge, Pandaer will definitely cause trouble for you."

"As the saying goes, 'An open spear is easy to dodge, but a hidden arrow is hard to defend against,'" Tang Lingfeng said after some thought.

"Rest assured, Father-in-law. I was actually worried he wouldn't seek revenge."

"This is what makes the Jianghu interesting, isn't it?" Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Virtuous Son-in-law, I know you are destined to become a Dragon soaring through the Nine Heavens."

"You have your own thoughts, and I won't interfere."

"But be careful with everything. If you need anything, you must speak up."

"I can't help much with your Cultivate, but I can help in other areas," Tang Lingfeng said, patting Duan Zhengchun on the shoulder.

"Those words from you are enough. I've already intruded for many days. I need to return and prepare for some matters, so I won't disturb you any longer," Duan Zhengchun said.

"No rush, Virtuous Son-in-law. I'll have wine and food prepared so I can give you a proper send-off," Tang Lingfeng said.

"Then I shall trouble you," Duan Zhengchun did not decline.

He didn't mind the time it took for one meal anyway.

In the evening, Zhao Min and the others returned from shopping.

After returning and learning about what had happened at the manor, the women finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Duan Zhengchun was unharmed.

"Husband, you killed Shen Lang's brother. I'm afraid this matter won't be easily resolved."

"Do you need me to intervene?" Zhao Min asked Duan Zhengchun softly.

"It's fine. I'll resolve this myself. I said before that if you follow me, I won't let you suffer. I naturally won't let you deal with such things," Duan Zhengchun said.

"In that case, I'll listen to you. Do whatever you wish, Husband."

"I will handle the aftermath for you," Zhao Min said.

"Don't worry, I won't be polite when I need you to act," Duan Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Virtuous Son-in-law, my previous offer still stands. If you need anything, just say the word."

"You aren't alone," Tang Lingfeng said, raising his wine cup.

Hearing Tang Lingfeng's words, Duan Zhengchun's expression became a bit strange.

These words sounded a bit off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

'I suspect you're making a dirty joke, but I have no proof.'

"Thank you, Father-in-law..." Duan Zhengchun raised his cup and toasted with Tang Lingfeng.

After three rounds of wine and five courses of food, Duan Zhengchun took his leave of Tang Lingfeng and resumed his journey to the Kingdom.

After bidding farewell to Tang Lingfeng, the group continued on their way.

At the Sect's True Martial Great Hall, Zhang Sanfeng watched his long-lost grand-disciple who had finally returned. Not only had he returned, but he had also mastered martial arts, and the Cold Poison in his body had been neutralized.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart was filled with emotion.

This grand-disciple of his was truly blessed with great fortune. What surprised him even more was that the Fire-Handed Monk of those years hadn't died after jumping off the cliff.

And it had ended up benefiting his grand-disciple.

"Grand-disciple Zhang Wuji pays respects to Grandmaster." Zhang Wuji knelt directly before Zhang Sanfeng and kowtowed three times.

"Good, good. It's good that you're safe. Now, this old Taoist can finally give an account to your parents." Zhang Sanfeng stepped forward gratified and helped Zhang Wuji up.

"Grandmaster, your grand-disciple has been unfilial. I didn't inform you immediately after escaping. I hope Grandmaster will forgive me," Zhang Wuji said with a face full of shame.

"Grandmaster knows you had your reasons. Your Eldest Martial Uncle has already told me."

"You did it to prevent a catastrophe in the Martial Forest. You did the right thing; you are indeed my, Zhang Sanfeng's, grand-disciple," Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

"It's just a pity that in the end, I couldn't save Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect," Zhang Wuji said guiltily.

"This has nothing to do with you. Nickname was bloodthirsty by nature and has killed many over the years, relying on the heavenly sword in her hand."

"Moreover, the number of innocents who died by her hand is not small."

"Now that she encountered someone she couldn't afford to provoke, it's only normal that she lost her life."

"However, though she is dead, Emei will not let this matter rest."

"I heard this young man claims to be from the Tang Clan. Do you have any definite information?" Zhang Sanfeng asked curiously.

"Grandmaster, that Duan Long is not from the Tang Clan of Shu at all. He is the son-in-law of Prince Ruyang of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty."

"Furthermore, he killed the Huashan Sect's Sect Head, Xianyu Tong, and crippled The Two Elders of Mount Hua."

"He is also the rumored owner of the heavenly demon zither. Abbess Miejue was killed by him using the heavenly demon zither!"

"A fellow like this, who kills at the slightest disagreement, must not be allowed to endanger the Martial Forest. He must be eliminated," Zhang Wuji said.

Hearing Zhang Wuji's words, Zhang Sanfeng's brow furrowed slightly.

The heavenly demon zither—he had heard that name before. He had heard legends about the heavenly demon zither in his youth, but it had already gone missing back then.

No one knew where it was. He hadn't expected it to reappear after a hundred years.

Sure enough, as soon as the heavenly demon zither appeared, it showed its sharp edge and caused bloodshed.

"The heavenly demon zither is no small matter. Its power is too terrifying and impossible to guard against. We cannot act rashly against him," Zhang Sanfeng said with a frown.

"What? Grandmaster, could it be that even you are no match for the heavenly demon zither?" Zhang Wuji looked at Zhang Sanfeng in shock.

Although Zhang Wuji had never seen his Grandmaster's full strength with his own eyes...

...the fact that the Sect could rival Shaolin Temple showed just how powerful his Grandmaster was.

Yet, for someone as strong as his Grandmaster to say such things, just how terrifying was this heavenly demon zither?

Even a powerhouse like his Grandmaster was wary.

"It's not that I'm not his match, but the heavenly demon zither is a divine weapon even more powerful than the heavenly sword or the dragon-slaying saber."

"Or rather, the heavenly demon zither has already surpassed the category of divine weapons."

"Its Cultivation Technique are even more inconceivable. To deal with the heavenly demon zither, one can only use a similar method."

"The heavenly demon zither kills with zither notes. To break it, one can only utilize Musical Rhythm."

"Unfortunately, I, your Grandmaster, have no knowledge of this field and am not skilled in it," Zhang Sanfeng said helplessly.

Zhang Sanfeng already knew what had happened at the Bright Summit.

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