Starting with a blind date with a female constable, you acquire the Nine Swords of Dugu.

Chapter 18: On the Sword-Questioning Mountain

Snowflakes filled the sky, and a desolate atmosphere prevailed over Wenjian Mountain.

The sword forest formation on the back mountain has been completely destroyed. The huge pillars that were once standing tall are now lying scattered on the ground, some broken in the middle, some blasted into pieces, and broken stones are everywhere.

The sword marks on the pillar were now covered in blood, making it impossible to see their original appearance.

Corpses littered the ground around the sword formation.

There were disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect and members of various other sects, their robes soaked in blood, which congealed into dark red ice crystals on the snow, and the air was filled with a strong stench of blood.

Shang Guzhou stood leaning on his sword, his blue robe soaked in blood, a deep wound on his left shoulder still oozing blood, and his gray hair falling down, covering half of his face.

Wang Jingshan leaned against him, making the situation even worse.

His right arm was no longer able to be raised; a knife wound stretched from his shoulder to his elbow, with the flesh turned outwards and the white bone faintly visible.

His face was pale, his lips were blue, he was not only seriously injured but also poisoned, and his left hand was still holding the sword, the tip of the sword hanging to the ground.

Behind them, the Wenjian Sect had less than forty members left.

Some leaned against broken pillars, barely managing to stand; others were supported by their fellow disciples, their wounds still bleeding. Everyone's robes were stained with blood, indistinguishable between their own and the enemy's.

The body of Vice Sect Leader Chen You lay not far away, face down in the snow, the snow beneath him stained red with blood.

On the other side, the encirclement by the Guanyin sect and various other factions was shrinking.

Wen Qiuchi stood at the very front, his moon-white monk's robe stained with a few drops of blood, his expression was normal, and his breathing was steady.

Left Protector Lei Ming stood beside her, a burly man with a resolute face, holding a long, black sword with a few tattered pieces of cloth still hanging from its blade. He had suffered some minor injuries, but was otherwise unharmed; his breathing was steady, and his gaze swept across the scene like that of a hawk.

Behind them, layers upon layers of experts from various factions stood, their swords drawn, gleaming coldly, amidst a surging crowd.

In the battle just now, the Sword Inquiry Sect fought desperately. The Sword Forest Formation was incredibly powerful, killing and injuring a large number of people from the Guanyin Sect and various martial arts factions. Basically, the exchange rate was one to two, or even one to three.

The Right Protector of the Guanyin Sect, Xiang Zhan, was killed by Shang Guzhou and Wang Jingshan in a joint battle. Chen You, on the other hand, took two of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Guanyin Sect with him and perished together. The three of the Eight Heroes of Qingzhou who participated in the battle were all seriously injured.

The total number of deaths across all factions exceeded four hundred.

This battle,

The Wenjian Sect fully demonstrated to the martial arts world of Qingzhou their foundation as the leader of the martial arts world.

Despite being severely outnumbered and outmatched in high-level combat power, the fact that they could still achieve such a record left all the participating factions speechless.

And now,

The Sword Inquiry Sect has reached a dead end.

Both Shang Guzhou and Wang Jingshan had reached their limits.

But this very situation made all the factions, and even Wen Qiuchi, hesitate, because they all knew that this was a dead end, and Shang Guzhou and Wang Jingshan would risk their lives to drag others down with them.

Including the other disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect, those who have fought to this point are all experts in the sect. It's hard to say what kind of style they will display in their final desperate battle.

now,

Shang Guzhou's gaze swept over the various martial arts figures who had surrounded him, then he looked back at his blood-soaked disciples behind him, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. He said, "I, Shang Guzhou, a peasant boy, have come this far. Though I'm at my wit's end, I haven't lived in vain!"

Wang Jingshan rolled his eyes and said, "Senior brother, we've come this far, let's stop with the empty formalities and see who we can drag down with us!"

Shang Guzhou raised his sword and pointed it out.

The leaders and sect leaders of each faction standing at the front were all startled, and some even took two steps back, fearing that they would be targeted by Shang Guzhou.

A very strange scene unfolded at the scene.

Despite the faction having the upper hand, Shang Guzhou's sword seemed like a snare, causing anyone whose sword was pointed at to feel a sudden tightness in their heart.

Slowly, Shang Guzhou suddenly chuckled and said, "No fun, no fun." His sword finally pointed at Wen Qiuchi, and he said, "She's more interesting, Junior Brother. We've come this far, let's give it a try and see if we can defeat her, what do you say?"

"good!"

Wang Jingshan smiled and said, "Senior brother, I'll protect you one last time. Whether we can defeat her depends on you."

After all,

Wang Jingshan took a deep breath and said in a solemn voice, "Disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect, heed my command: Protect the Sect Leader..."

He slowly raised his sword.

At this moment, all the disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect gripped their swords tightly, their eyes filled with a resolute determination to die!

They all understood Shang Guzhou and Wang Jingshan's plan.

Wang Jingshan led the survivors to protect Shang Guzhou, determined to use their lives to secure a final opportunity for Shang Guzhou to fight Wen Qiuchi alone.

And this time,

Wen Qiuchi understood Shang Guzhou and the others' plan. Her eyes were filled with vigilance as she gripped her longsword tightly, and streams of true energy swirled around her.

at this time,

A loud roar suddenly came from the front of the mountain!

"Six Doors is investigating! Everyone stop!"

The sound, like a thunderclap, came from afar. Enveloped in internal energy, it echoed across the empty square, making everyone's eardrums buzz. Even the wind and snow seemed to pause slightly at this roar.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

At the end of the mountain path, a figure was flying towards them at incredible speed. The person was holding a large flag high in their hand—

The flag of the Six Doors.

The flag fluttered in the wind and snow, and the four large characters "Tianxia Zhiwu" (meaning "Stop Martial Arts Under Heaven") stood out against the gray sky.

It was Yan Wangchuan.

His lightness skill reached its peak at this moment, his figure leaving afterimages on the snow. In front of him, there were two other figures, faster than him, two white figures flying from the front mountain like shooting stars.

Wen Qiuchi's pupils contracted slightly.

He cursed under his breath.

He immediately realized that Ma Wanli had failed to stop Yan Wangchuan.

Her face instantly darkened, a fierce glint flashing in her eyes. She swung her right hand sharply and shouted, "Kill!"

At her command, many experts from the Guanyin Sect rushed out from behind her. Some people from various factions in Qingzhou martial arts had realized that something might be wrong, but under the surging crowd, they had no choice but to be pushed forward by the tide.

The sounds of swords being drawn, shouts of battle, and footsteps mingled together, surging towards the dozens of people from the Sword Inquiry Sect like a tidal wave.

Wen Qiuchi himself was the first to rush out.

Her movements were incredibly fast; her moon-white monk's robe left a trail of afterimages in the wind and snow.

At this moment,

Wang Jingshan had realized that the chance for Wenjian Sect to survive had arrived, but it was already a little too late.

Faced with the onslaught from the Guanyin sect and other factions, he didn't hesitate for long, shouting, "Kill!"

In an instant, he led a group of Wenjian Sect disciples out to fight their way out, their swords flashing like snow, going against the surging tide of people. They fought with all their might, just to stop the experts beside Wen Qiuchi and buy Shang Guzhou that last chance.

At this moment, Shang Guzhou poured all his life's skills into the sword.

He took a deep breath, and the remaining true energy in his dantian surged out like a river flowing into the sea, pouring into the sword. The longsword that had accompanied him for decades emitted a deep hum, and a layer of shimmering white light appeared on its blade, like a bright moon peeking out from behind the clouds.

The final sword of the Thirteen Swords of Flowing Clouds.

The sword was drawn, like clouds collapsing and a long river rolling backward.

Where the sword light passed, snowflakes were shredded into dust by the sword energy, and the air was torn apart with a sharp whistling sound, heading straight for Wen Qiuchi's face.

At that moment, Wen Qiuchi also moved.

Her long sword was drawn, and her moon-white monk's robe fluttered in the wind and snow.

Her swordplay was unhurried yet carried an irresistible pressure, like the undercurrents of the deep sea—calm on the surface, but with a power capable of devouring everything beneath.

The two swords clashed.

"boom--"

A loud bang, like a thunderclap, exploded in the square.

True energy surged, and a powerful wind spread in all directions.

The flagstones beneath their feet shattered inch by inch, sending fragments flying. The surrounding snow was whipped up by the shockwave, turning into a white mist that engulfed the two figures.

"bite--"

A crisp sound.

Shang Guzhou's sword broke.

The sword broke in half, and the broken blade spun a few times in the air before diagonally embedding itself in the snow with a dull thud.

Wen Qiuchi's sword momentum did not stop; the tip of his sword, like a silver lightning bolt, pierced through the shattered sword curtain and stabbed straight towards Shang Guzhou's throat.

The sword tip pierced the air, its cold light flashing.

In Shang Guzhou's pupils, the sword tip rapidly magnified.

He was powerless to resist any longer, and had nowhere to hide.

He accepted his death with equanimity!

however--

Just as the sword tip was about to touch his throat, a terrifying sword intent swept down from the sky.

The sword intent was pure and otherworldly, without a trace of killing intent, yet it was extremely sharp. Like a beam of moonlight descending from the sky, or a wisp of celestial energy falling from the heavens, it instantly enveloped an area of ​​several feet in radius.

Wen Qiuchi's expression changed drastically.

Before she could even think, her body reacted instinctively. She abruptly sheathed her sword, pushed off with her feet, and flew backward like a ghost, so fast that she left only a blur in her wake.

Almost at the same moment—

A figure descended from the sky.

He wore a moon-white robe, a sword at his waist, and his long hair flew in the wind and snow. His figure swooped down from the sky like a wild goose, his long sword drawing a cold arc in the air.

Sword energy swept across the ground, carving a deep trench into the bluestone slabs, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing everywhere.

"boom--"

The sword energy landed, causing the ground to tremble.

A figure landed.

It was Gu Guanqi.

He held a sword in one hand and grabbed Shang Guzhou's shoulder with the other, then threw him backward with force. Shang Guzhou flew backward and landed steadily among the disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect, where he was caught by several disciples.

"All disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect, step back!"

Gu Guanqi's voice was not loud, but it was infused with internal energy and clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Before he finished speaking, he moved again.

He unleashed the Lingbo Weibu technique, his figure as swift as smoke and mist, weaving through the crowd. The Autumn Water Sword seemed to come alive in his hands, its light flowing, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward; with each strike, a person fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Guanqi had already cut down a large number of people.

At the same time, a figure in pure white descended from the sky.

Ginger-braised carp.

Her movements were not as elusive as Gu Guanqi's, but they were even more agile, like a snowflake falling from the clouds, silent yet omnipresent.

As the palm technique unfolds, countless palm shadows appear, creating a play of illusion and reality.

With a single palm strike, several people fell to the ground; with a turn of his body, several more were struck by the palm wind and staggered backward.

The two stood on the left and right, their swords flashing and palms clashing.

In an instant, the surging crowd seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall in front of the two, unable to advance even half a step.

The two of them actually managed to protect the twenty-odd Wenjian Sect disciples who had retreated in a short period of time.

among the crowd,

Wen Qiuchi's face was extremely ugly, and she immediately wanted to attack and kill.

But it was too late.

Because Yan Wangchuan had already arrived.

He held a large flag high in his hand, which fluttered in the wind and snow.

He rushed in front of the disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect and planted the large flag in the ground.

"boom--"

The flagpole is more than a foot deep into the bluestone slab, standing firmly.

Yan Wangchuan took a deep breath, channeled his inner strength, and his voice boomed across the square like a bell:

"I am Yan Wangchuan from the Six Doors. We have evidence that the Guanyin Sect framed the Wenjian Sect! Everyone, stop! Don't be used anymore!"

His voice echoed through the square, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

For a moment, some of the disciples from various sects who were rushing ahead stopped in their tracks, looked at each other, and their faces were full of surprise and doubt.

The other group charged forward recklessly, disregarding everything else.

At that moment, Gu Guanqi swung his sword.

The sword energy surged, sending several shattered bluestone slabs flying in front of him, carrying away gravel and dust as they hurtled towards the crowd.

"boom--"

The falling rocks knocked down a large number of people.

Gu Guanqi stood with his sword in hand, circulating his inner energy, and said loudly:

"I am Gu Guanqi. Anyone who dares to step forward will be killed!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.

The square was deathly silent.

The wind and snow continued to fall, landing on those wielding knives and swords, on the bloodstains and corpses scattered on the ground, and on the fluttering banner of the Six Doors.

No one dared to move.

At this moment, the name Gu Guanqi was sharper than any sword.

The banner of the Six Doors, like a moat, protected the members of the Sword Inquiry Sect from behind.

……

In an instant, the crowd quieted down.

Gu Guanqi stood holding his sword, the tip of the Autumn Water Sword still dripping blood, which fell onto the snow and spread a small patch of crimson.

Yan Wangchuan stood beside the banner of the Six Doors, one hand on the flagpole and the other on the hilt of his sword, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like that of a hawk.

The wind and snow were howling.

immediately,

A cacophony of voices arose from the crowd.

Qi Changkong, the leader of the Tingshan Sect, stood at the front of the crowd, his face solemn and his brows furrowed. Beside him, Xiao Cong, the leader of the Qingya Sect, and Lu Cheng, the leader of the Zhenyue Gang, also looked at each other with surprise and doubt.

Qi Changkong took two steps forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Gu Guanqi and Yan Wangchuan, and asked in a deep voice, "Hero Gu, Lord Yan, what is the meaning of this?"

His voice echoed through the square.

For a moment, the crowd quieted down and all looked at Gu Guanqi and Yan Wangchuan.

Yan Wangchuan channeled his inner energy and proclaimed in a loud voice:

"Sect Leader Qi, fellow martial artists! I am Yan Wangchuan, the Assistant Magistrate of the Six Doors of Qingzhou. I'm sure many of you here have heard of me to some extent."

After a pause, he continued, "The Six Doors have determined that the Sword Inquiry Sect has been framed! This was all orchestrated by the Guanyin Sect to frame us!"

These words immediately caused an uproar among the crowd.

"What? The Guanyin Cult is framing the Wenjian Sect?"

"How is this possible..."

"Wasn't the Sword Sect framing the Guanyin Sect?"

"Does Lord Yan mean that Guanyin taught a ruse involving self-inflicted injury?"

"..."

Questions, discussions, and exclamations rose and fell, like a pot of boiling water churning in the crowd.

A man stepped forward from the crowd—an elderly man with graying hair and beard, none other than Meng He, the leader of the Cangsong Sect. He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Yan Wangchuan, his voice booming, "Lord Yan, it's not that I don't believe you. However, this matter is of utmost importance. Hundreds of our sects have suffered casualties, and the Wenjian Sect is nearly wiped out. If we're wrong, the consequences will be unbearable. Do you have any evidence that the Guanyin Sect framed the Wenjian Sect?"

"Yes! Where's the evidence?"

"Words are no proof!"

"The Six Doors can't just tell us to leave with a single sentence!"

The crowd was in an uproar, and the waves of doubt grew louder and louder.

Yan Wangchuan took a deep breath, channeled his inner strength, and his voice boomed:

"Gentlemen, every word I have said is supported by evidence! Without solid proof, how dare I speak so falsely?"

He took out the account book from his robes and held it high: "This is an account book personally presented by Wang Kang, the magistrate of Chang County. I have personally verified it, and it clearly records how all the consumption and flow of materials during the period when the Guanyin Sect kidnapped the families of various factions in the Dongyang Mountain mine in Chang County were transferred to shops related to the Wenjian Sect by Wang Kang using his position to frame them!"

All eyes turned to the ledger, and the murmurs among the crowd gradually subsided.

Gu Guanqi stepped forward, holding the Autumn Water Sword horizontally in front of him; the blade gleamed with a cold, sharp light in the wind and snow. His gaze swept across the crowd, and he slowly spoke:

"I can testify."

He also infused his inner strength, and his voice carried far.

"Currently, Wang Kang, the magistrate of Chang County, has been detained by the Six Doors, and he has confessed everything—it was the Guanyin Sect that set up the scheme to frame the Wenjian Sect. The Pang Renfeng I killed in the mine wasn't the real Pang Renfeng, but rather an imposter from the Guanyin Sect's Twelve Constellations. Now, I've also killed nine more members of the Twelve Constellations. You might want to ask them where the Guanyin Sect's Twelve Constellations went."

At that moment, a young swordsman in the crowd suddenly shouted, "That's right! Where are the Twelve Constellations of the Guanyin Sect? With such a grand occasion today, why haven't any of them shown up?"

That shout was like a wake-up call, instantly waking everyone up.

"That's right! What about the twelve constellations?"

"Guanyin taught the Twelve Constellations, but why haven't I seen a single one today?"

"Could it be true, as Master Gu said, that the Sword Inquiry Sect is innocent, and we've all been used?"

"Then aren't we aiding and abetting evil?"

"..."

The discussions grew louder and more frequent.

A wave of doubts arose, and more and more people began to cast suspicious glances at the Guanyin sect.

Qi Changkong, the leader of the Tingshan Sect, roared, "Wen Qiuchi, where exactly are the Twelve Constellations?"

This question was uttered.

All eyes turned to Wen Qiuchi.

Wen Qiuchi remained expressionless, his tone as flat as a stagnant pool:

"The Twelve Constellations are remnants of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and they do not obey my commands. I do not know where they are."

These words caused an uproar in the room.

How could you say something like that?

"Do you think we're three-year-olds?"

"That's clearly just sophistry!"

A chorus of curses erupted from the crowd.

Wen Qiuchi remained expressionless, as if the surrounding insults had nothing to do with her. She simply waved her hand, and the disciples of the Guanyin Sect silently retreated to the side.

There was no explanation, no rebuttal.

They quietly withdrew, as if none of this concerned them.

This scene stunned everyone present.

"So this... is it tacit agreement?"

"Are they planning to leave?"

"Stop them! Don't let them leave!"

"Damn it, we've been used!"

"Kill them! Avenge our fallen comrades!"

Angry roars echoed throughout the room.

suddenly,

at this time,

A sharp and high-pitched sound suddenly came from the direction of the front mountain gate. The sound was drawn out and particularly jarring in the wind and snow:

"Imperial decree has arrived!"

The sound grew louder as it approached, accompanied by a dense and orderly series of footsteps.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a troop of soldiers in red armor filing in from the direction of the mountain gate. They were dressed in crimson armor, carrying long spears, and their steps were uniform. The soles of their boots made a dull sound on the bluestone slabs, which made the ground tremble slightly.

this moment,

Everyone in the square fell silent.

There were more than a dozen soldiers in red armor, their crimson color standing out conspicuously in the wind and snow.

After the red-armored soldiers stood in formation, a eunuch stepped out from the back of the ranks.

The eunuch was about fifty years old, with a fair complexion, a clean chin, and a slender build. He wore a crimson robe with a gold ribbon around his waist and a black gauze hat on his head. He walked with a measured pace, his head slightly raised, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Behind him followed a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar, wearing a blue official robe and holding a scroll of official documents, closely following the eunuch.

The two walked through the passage cleared by the red-armored soldiers, reached the center of the square, and stood still.

The eunuch looked around, his gaze lingering for a moment on the corpses and bloodstains scattered on the ground before shifting away, his expression unchanged, as if he hadn't seen anything.

He took out a roll of bright yellow silk, unfolded it with both hands, cleared his throat, and announced loudly, "Wen Qiuchi, receive the imperial decree!"

Wen Qiuchi immediately stepped forward, casually cupping his hands and saying, "Eunuch, I am Wen Qiuchi."

A hint of displeasure flashed in the eunuch's eyes, clearly indicating that he felt Wen Qiuchi's attitude was too dismissive.

He slowly began to speak:

"The Emperor decrees—"

The sound was sharp yet lingering, carrying far in the mountain wind.

Although many people present harbored resentment towards the imperial court and the eunuch faction, no one dared to disobey the imperial edict. The crowd quieted down, their gazes fixed on the eunuch.

However, no one knelt down.

According to regulations, except on certain special occasions, even ordinary people do not kneel to receive imperial edicts. Moreover, in the martial arts world, it is even less likely that anyone would kneel to receive an imperial edict.

The eunuch read aloud:

"Wen Qiuchi, the leader of the Guanyin Sect, is devoted to the court and loyal to the throne. He has rendered meritorious service in suppressing rebellions and quelling chaos, which greatly pleases me. Therefore, I hereby appoint Wen Qiuchi as the leader of the Guanyin Sect, grant Tianjun Mountain in Qingzhou as his sacred site, and award him a thousand taels of gold and a hundred bolts of brocade. I hope that he will continue to perform his duties diligently, serve the country, and protect the peace of the region. This is my decree."

After reading the imperial edict, the eunuch carefully put away the silk, smiled broadly at Wen Qiuchi, and cupped his hands in greeting, saying, "Master Wen, congratulations!"

Wen Qiuchi bowed slightly, accepted the imperial edict with both hands, his expression remained calm, and he simply said, "Thank you for your great favor, Your Majesty."

This scene turned everyone present pale with anger.

"The imperial court is determined to protect the Guanyin sect..."

"To hell with them, the eunuch faction is a scourge to the country!"

"With the eunuch faction in power, right and wrong are indistinguishable!"

"Pooh!"

Curses and insults rose and fell.

The eunuch seemed not to hear, his smile still on his face. He took a half step back, giving his seat to the scholar behind him.

The scholar stepped forward, bowed to the crowd, took out an official document from his sleeve, unfolded it, and announced in a loud voice:

"Official document from the Qingzhou Prefectural Government!"

His voice was much deeper than the eunuch's, and he enunciated each word clearly:

"The kidnapping case in the Changxian mine has been investigated jointly by the Qingzhou Prefecture Government and the Six Doors, and it has now been determined that this case was committed by the Twelve Constellations, remnants of the Heavenly Demon Sect, in collusion with Wang Kang, the magistrate of Changxian County, with the intention of instigating conflict in the martial arts world in order to retaliate against the Guanyin Sect and to plot a rebellion."

The kidnapping in the mine is unrelated to the Wenjian Sect. The sect's Grand Elder, Pang Renfeng, was murdered by the Twelve Constellations several months ago. The person impersonating Pang Renfeng in the mine is actually the Insect Elder from the Twelve Constellations in disguise. This announcement is made to set the record straight.

After the scholar finished reading the official document, his gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on Yan Wangchuan.

He strode up to Yan Wangchuan, handed him the official document, and spoke in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant, yet carried a subtle sense of pressure:

"Prefect Yan, this is an official document from the Qingzhou Prefectural Government. Do you... have any further questions about it?"

Yan Wangchuan's face was gloomy.

He understood,

This is the eunuch faction's backup plan that Ma Wanli mentioned: an imperial edict to whitewash the identity of the Guanyin Sect and make the Guanyin Sect and the Heavenly Demon Sect have nothing to do with each other from now on.

A government document, on an official level, allowed the Guanyin Sect to drop the mine kidnapping case, preventing him from taking action against Wen Qiuchi in the name of the government.

Seeing that Yan Wangchuan remained silent, the scholar asked again, "Prefect Yan, do I need to make myself clearer? You...

Yan Wangchuan looked at the scholar and said in a deep voice, "Get out!"

The scholar's face stiffened, he pursed his lips, and retreated to the eunuch's side.

Then, the eunuch waved and led the group of red-armored soldiers away.

immediately,

Yan Wangchuan cupped his hands in greeting to the group of martial arts figures and said, "Everyone, what happens next is no longer my concern!"

After all,

Yan Wangchuan stepped back, carrying the banner of the Six Doors.

next moment,

Various martial arts sects flocked to the Guanyin Sect.

Wen Qiuchi smiled dismissively and slowly said, "Fellow martial artists, the Guanyin Sect will be establishing its headquarters at Tianjun Mountain in one month. We sincerely invite you all to attend the ceremony!"

"Look at your mother!"

Just then, among the Wenjian Sect members, Wang Jingshan, who had lost an arm and a leg, lay on the ground, cursing loudly: "As long as one person from my Wenjian Sect is alive, your Guanyin Sect can forget about establishing a sect in Qingzhou! Don't think that just because you've sided with the eunuch faction, you can turn black into white!"

Wen Qiuchi said calmly, "Now that I have established my sect, who in Qingzhou can stop me? You, a cripple? Or..." She glanced around at the various martial arts sects, all of which had suffered heavy losses, and said, "Or these rabble!"