110: Zhang Wuji, you betrayed your benefactor, so it's not too much for me to betray you, is it?

Regarding the events that occurred at Bright Summit, Zhang Sanfeng felt some dissatisfaction toward his grand-disciple.

Wudang Sect has always prioritized chivalry. Regardless of Duan Long's identity, he did save you after all. Even if you didn't help him, exposing his identity in front of the Six Major Sects was too much.

That is kicking someone when they're down. If you can treat a savior like this, there's no telling what you might do in the future.

Eldest Martial Brother was puzzled, as Zhang Wuji had only recounted certain events from Bright Summit but had omitted his attitude toward Duan Long.

Why hide such things? What exactly has he experienced over the years to cause such a change in his Heart-Nature?

Eldest Martial Brother did not know that the fuse for all of this was actually lit by his own son.

Duan Zhengchun had merely released the resentment buried deep within Zhang Wuji's heart.

Years of suppression had caused Zhang Wuji's Heart-Nature to become twisted.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have backstabbed Duan Zhengchun in such a setting.

Eldest Martial Brother opened his mouth to speak but ultimately refrained from saying it to his Face; he decided to wait and speak with Master privately later.

He couldn't let this matter ruin Wudang's reputation. If that happened, he would become a sinner of the Sect.

“Grand-Master, I have something to say,” Song Qingshu stepped forward and spoke at this moment.

“Oh? Qingshu, what do you have to say?” Zhang Sanfeng asked, looking at Song Qingshu with surprise.

“Grand-Master, originally, as your grand-disciple, I shouldn't be the one to say this.”

“However, people from the Six Major Sects were present at the time, so this matter cannot be hidden.”

“If I don't speak up, it would be treating Wudang's reputation as nothing. After much consideration, I feel I must speak,” Song Qingshu said.

“Oh? If there is something you wish to say, Qingshu, then speak freely.” Zhang Sanfeng raised a snowy eyebrow and looked at Song Qingshu.

He had more or less guessed what Song Qingshu wanted to say.

“Grand-Master, while what Junior Brother Wuji said isn't wrong, he did conceal some facts.”

“It is precisely because of these facts that our Wudang's reputation will be damaged.”

“As a member of Wudang, I must naturally consider the Sect's reputation.”

“At Bright Summit, Junior Brother Wuji actually backstabbed his own savior in front of the Six Major Sects.”

“This is something we of the Righteous Path despise. Regardless of the other party's identity, the debt of saving one's life is greater than the heavens.”

“Even if you didn't intend to repay that debt, you cannot backstab your benefactor in front of the world's heroes.”

“Yet Junior Brother Wuji did exactly that, and because of it, he has caused Wudang to fall out with Duan Long. Now, I'm afraid the entire Martial Forest of Great Ming knows that our Wudang disciples are not only ungrateful but also backstab their saviors.”

“In the future, how can Wudang maintain its standing in the Martial Forest?” Song Qingshu said with righteous indignation.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression turned somewhat grim. This matter was indeed as Song Qingshu described.

What angered him was that Zhang Wuji had hidden this fact.

Earlier, when Zhang Wuji was reluctant to speak, he hadn't pressed for details, treating it as leaving the last bit of Face for his Fifth Disciple.

Now that Song Qingshu had brought the matter into the open, how could his expression be pleasant?

“Wuji, do you have any explanation for this?” Zhang Sanfeng asked with a frown.

Zhang Wuji's expression changed. He hadn't expected Song Qingshu to be so insidious as to push him into the spotlight at this moment.

“Grand-Master, I have no explanation for this. Senior Brother Song is largely correct.”

“However, I had no choice. He did save me, but I couldn't protect a Devil Head for that reason.”

“This is my personal matter and has nothing to do with Wudang.”

“Nevertheless, I was ultimately in the wrong. Whatever punishment Grand-Master decides, Wuji will have no complaints,” Zhang Wuji said with his head bowed.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed with a Face full of helplessness. This matter was truly difficult to handle.

No matter what, and regardless of your motives, you ultimately struck out against your own savior.

Yet, this was the only offspring of his Fifth Disciple.

If he had been more firm back then, his Fifth Disciple and his wife might not have died.

“Grand-Master, Junior Brother Wuji not only exposed Duan Long's identity but also attacked his savior. What's even more ridiculous is that he was no match for him; if my father hadn't intervened, he would be a dead man by now,” Song Qingshu added.

“Sigh... Wuji, you are muddled,” Zhang Sanfeng said helplessly.

“Grand-Master, this is Wuji's personal business and has nothing to do with Wudang.”

“Now, the only way to preserve Wudang's reputation is to expel me from the Sect, severing all ties from now on,” Zhang Wuji said, taking a deep breath.

“Wuji, have you truly thought this through?” Zhang Sanfeng asked, looking at Zhang Wuji with helplessness.

“Grand-Master, I have thought it through. This will also give the world an explanation,” Zhang Wuji nodded.

“Sigh...”

“Since that's the case, then it's decided.” Zhang Sanfeng shook his head helplessly and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.

Eldest Martial Brother opened his mouth as he watched Master's departing figure, not knowing how to offer counsel.

He could also see that Master was very disappointed in this grand-disciple, Zhang Wuji.

So what if his talent was strong? If his character was poor, Master would not value him just the same.

When Wudang accepts disciples, character is prioritized above all else, with talent being secondary.

Zhang Wuji was the only son of the Fifth Junior Brother, yet his character was far removed from that of his father.

“Men, expel Zhang Wuji from Wudang,” Song Qingshu said coldly.

Eldest Martial Brother looked at Zhang Wuji, his Face filled with a wave of helplessness.

“Wuji, how did you end up at this point!” Eldest Martial Brother said helplessly.

“Great Hero Song, I, Zhang Wuji, have my own principles. I will not go against my heart to do things that shouldn't be done.”

“That Duan Long ruined my great plans and framed my Foster Father for injustice. How could I do such a thing for personal gain!” Zhang Wuji said.

“You—did The Golden Lion King save your life?” Eldest Martial Brother asked angrily.

“This... no,” Zhang Wuji hesitated before saying.

“Heh... you can defend a Devil Head who never saved your life like this, so why couldn't you do the same for your savior?”

“Why did you have to repay kindness with enmity toward your benefactor?”

“I think you're out of your mind. I don't know how Fifth Junior Brother taught you back then.”

“To actually let you become someone who can't distinguish between gratitude and grudges, or right and wrong.”

“Moreover, I didn't expect that even now, you not only fail to repent but actually say such things. Are you worthy of Fifth Junior Brother's spirit in heaven?” Eldest Martial Brother shouted angrily.

“I said it already, this is my personal business. Now that I've been expelled from Wudang, my affairs have nothing to do with the Sect.”

“The reason I've fallen to this state is because of your inaction back then!”

“Do you know what I've endured all these years?”

“You haven't experienced what I have, so what right do you have to judge me by your standards?” Zhang Wuji said coldly, his Face dark.

“Insolence! Zhang Wuji, is this how you speak to your elders?” Song Qingsong said coldly.

“Humph, Song Qingshu, you know best in your heart what exactly happened back then.”

“Aren't you just jealous of Grand-Master's attitude toward me? You're worried I'll take your position as the successor of Wudang, so you target me at every turn.”