Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

The sun sets.

Having already wasted more than half an hour in Song Qingshu's trap, the return journey was naturally fraught with danger.

Half a mile away from where the Ming Cult members were resting, the sounds of fighting could already be heard on the wind.

In the darkness ahead, firelight and swords clashed.

Needless to say, it was Zhao Min's men who had already engaged in combat with the Ming Cult members.

In a few leaps, Song Qingshu had already rushed to the front of the battle.

At this moment, hundreds of Yuan soldiers had completely surrounded the Ming Cult camp.

A group of Five Elements Flag followers formed a circular formation to protect the leaders who were paralyzed and powerless after being poisoned.

The other group followed Zhang Wuji, charging left and right through the enemy ranks.

Zhang Wuji's palms flew, each strike carrying immense power under the influence of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Wherever his palm wind passed, the Yuan soldiers were thrown into chaos, truly as if he were in an empty field.

He took off, issuing commands from time to time to direct the Five Elements Flags to shrink their defensive line.

  

However, the Yuan soldiers were too numerous. As soon as one rank fell, another rank was added. They were fearless and the two sides were locked in a stalemate, with neither able to gain the upper hand.

As soon as Song Qingshu landed, he heard several sharp whistling sounds, and several feathered arrows pierced the air.

He slightly turned his body, reached out with his left hand, picked up a spear that had fallen from the hands of a dead Yuan soldier, and with a flick of his wrist, the spear tip drew an arc, deflecting the incoming arrows one by one.

He then swung his arm violently, and the spear flew out of his hand. With a whistling wind, it pierced through the chests of several Yuan soldiers in the lead, pinning them to their deaths on the dirt road.

He kept walking and was about to continue his charge when he suddenly heard a rapid horn sound, and more than ten riders galloped up from behind the formation.

The first person, holding a short staff with a golden dragon head, was Zhao Yishang, one of the Eight Heroes of Divine Archery.

He stood on his horse, reins in, and shouted a few words in Mongolian. Immediately afterward, an officer who looked like a centurion in the Yuan army also shouted a few words.

Upon receiving the order, the Yuan soldiers turned their horses around and galloped westward. The sound of their hooves faded into the distance, leaving behind only corpses and broken swords scattered on the ground.

Song Qingshu stood still and casually threw the broken spear in his hand to the ground.

Looking in the direction the Yuan soldiers had retreated, he understood that Zhao Min must have ordered the withdrawal.

As for the reason for the withdrawal, it's not hard to guess.

In fact, from the moment she sent someone to distract him from the waterside pavilion and prevent him from being poisoned, the carefully planned scheme of Green Willow Manor was destined to fail.

Having softened his heart the first time, he had the opportunity to return and ask for the antidote.

She set a trap to ensnare him, but ended up falling into the dungeon with him. In that narrow, cramped steel cell, they breathed and breathed into each other's ears, and her heart could no longer harden. She softened once again.

With Song Qingshu obtaining the antidote, it's only a matter of time before the Ming Cult's experts regain their strength. This siege will then be completely meaningless, so it would be better to order a withdrawal in advance.

When a person has feelings, she becomes vulnerable.

However, Song Qingshu's weakness at this moment was not enough for her to abandon the entire plan, especially since Wudang's arrow was already on the bowstring and had to be released.

The two are destined to have another showdown on Mount Wudang.

Zhao Yishang rode up to Song Qingshu and looked him down at him.

He had never liked this young man in the blue robe. The princess had always been cold and ruthless towards him, but she had repeatedly made exceptions for him. Tonight, she had even felt sorry for him in order to get rid of him, and in the end, she stood alone in the dungeon with red eyes.

Suppressing his resentment, Zhao Yishang coldly said, "My master asked me to pass on a message to Young Hero Song: next time we meet, she will not be soft-hearted. Young Hero Song, you'd better watch yourself."

Without waiting for Song Qingshu's reply, he turned his horse around and galloped away.

Although the group did not know the specifics, they all breathed a long sigh of relief when they saw the Yuan soldiers retreat.

Zhang Wuji strode over to Song Qingshu, grabbed his arm, and said urgently:

"Senior brother, did you successfully obtain the antidote on this trip?"

His breathing had not yet calmed down, his tone was full of anxiety and anticipation, and his eyes were fixed on Song Qingshu.

Without further ado, Song Qingshu took out the several Drunken Immortal Lotus plants that had been uprooted from his bosom and handed them to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji took it and was overjoyed.

That's right, it's this flower. The base of each flower is covered with long, deep purple tendrils, each tendril bearing tiny, pearl-like spheres, as green as jade.

He didn't have time to say anything more, and together with Song Qingshu, he quickly walked towards the group of heroes who were slumped on the ground.

At this moment, all the heroes looked like wilted eggplants, completely dejected.

The usually energetic Zhou Dian didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, leaning against a large rock, his face ashen, not wanting to say a word.

The others weren't in much better shape. Yang Xiao was barely able to support himself against the car, his usual composed demeanor completely gone.

Wei Yixiao's already pale face now looked even more like a vengeful ghost.

Zhang Wuji dared not delay for a moment. He quickly found a kettle, crushed the dark purple roots and emerald green balls one by one, dripped the juice into the water and stirred it well. He then personally carried the bowls and poured the juice down the throats of the leaders one by one.

Of all those who attended the banquet at the Water Pavilion, only Zhang Wuji, who was immune to all poisons thanks to his Nine Yang Divine Skill, and Song Qingshu, who was deliberately sent away by Zhao Min, escaped unscathed.

They almost got wiped out in one fell swoop.

Fortunately, the antidote was exactly what was needed.

In less than half an hour, the poison in the group of heroes had been largely neutralized, and the dizziness gradually subsided.

After each of them circulated their internal energy and regulated their breathing for a while, the weakness in their limbs and bones was swept away. When they opened their eyes, their vision was clear and their energy was gradually restored. It was truly miraculous.

Zhou Dian scrambled to his feet from beside the large rock, stretched his arms and legs, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare.

After everyone finished their breathing exercises, they all stood up, faced Song Qingshu, their expressions solemn, and bowed deeply in unison.

This bow was performed with utmost sincerity and solemnity.

Zhou Dian, who was usually carefree and irreverent, unusually restrained all his frivolousness at this moment. He clasped his hands in a fist salute, bowed his head, and said, word by word:

"Young Master Song, from now on, I will go through fire and water for you whenever you are needed."

The others echoed the same sentiments, their voices sincere and unambiguous.

What could Song Qingshu do?

He had no choice but to "reluctantly" help everyone up, repeatedly saying, "We're all brothers, we're all brothers..."

He spoke casually, but he knew better than anyone that from now on, his standing in the eyes of the top masters of the Ming Cult would be completely different.

The Ming Cult members have roamed the martial arts world for many years, and they have never suffered such a big setback.

Um... except for that time at Bright Summit...

Now that the poison has been neutralized and his strength has been fully restored, how can he swallow this insult?

Naturally, he had no intention of letting Zhao Min go.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, and Zhou Dasanren felt that he was back to normal.

Zhou Dian gritted his teeth and roared, "Let's go! We'll burn down that Green Willow Manor! We'll drag that little wench out and personally ask her if she ever thought about this fate when she plotted to poison us!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a towering flame shot up into the sky, thick smoke billowing straight into the clouds, the intensity of the fire turning half the night sky orange-red.

That direction leads directly to Green Willow Manor.

The assembled heroes looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

Everyone's face showed a complex expression.

After a long silence, Yang Xiao finally spoke, his voice carrying a sincere sense of gravity:

"Although this person is young and a woman, her meticulousness and decisiveness make her a formidable opponent."

She had anticipated that we would return to settle scores once we were cured, so she preemptively burned down the estate, leaving us no evidence whatsoever.

Zhou Dian, unable to vent his anger, resentfully said, "So what if she set a fire? We'll still go back and slaughter her, leaving no one alive!"

Yang Xiao glanced at him as if he were an idiot and said indifferently, "Brother Zhou, she's already set the manor on fire, do you think she'd just stand there waiting for you to come back and kill her?"

Zhou Dian opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing. In the past, he would have retorted at least a couple of times, but this time he knew he was in the wrong. He felt that if he hadn't been so impulsive as to touch that damned Heaven-Slaying Sword, none of them would have been caught in the trap.

He sullenly stepped aside, and after a long pause, finally managed to utter, "Next time I see that little wench, Old Zhou, I'll just avoid her, okay?"

Zhang Wuji stepped in to smooth things over, saying gently, "You two don't need to argue. We were fortunate that we didn't suffer much loss this time thanks to our senior brother's help. Let's get going."

The group packed their belongings and set off again.

On horseback, everyone inevitably talked about that Miss Zhao again, speculating about her background, but no one could figure it out.

That night, the group stayed at an inn along the way.

After days of travel and recovering from poisoning, the heroes were all exhausted. After a simple meal, they went back to their rooms.

The rest of the group stayed overnight in the surrounding temples and ancestral halls.