Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Accompanied by the sound of strong winds whistling.

A massive, dark object hurtled through the air with extreme ferocity, heading straight for one of Zhao Min's top experts.

Everyone was astonished: Where in the world could there be such a colossal hidden weapon?

It's truly unbelievable.

Seeing the swiftness of the approaching force, the expert had no time to think. He exhaled and shouted, gathering all his strength in his right palm, and slammed it solidly onto the giant object.

With a muffled thud, the massive object was sent flying diagonally by his powerful palm strike, crashing into the crowd behind it.

The crowd gasped and scattered as the object crashed heavily to the ground, slumping into a soft, lumpy heap.

The expert who struck out felt a soft touch in his palm, unlike any metal or stone weapon. Just as he was wondering about this, he suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from the bag.

Only then did everyone realize that there was a living person in the bag!

Someone quickly drew a knife, cut open the sack, and dragged out a man bleeding from all seven orifices. Judging from his clothes, he was one of their own skilled fighters. They had somehow managed to capture him silently and stuff him into the sack.

The expert was both shocked and furious, feeling as if he had been toyed with in the palm of someone's hand. He shouted angrily:

"Who are you, you cowardly charlatan? Show yourself and let's fight!"

Before he could finish speaking, another enormous cloth bag with its mouth open swept in from the palace gate like a dark cloud, descending upon him.

The expert hurriedly gathered his energy and leaped to dodge, only to see the cloth bag contract and expand in the air. As the bag opened, a fat monk rolled out, standing smiling in front of both sides.

Although the monk was broad and stout, his lightness skill was extremely agile.

He first nodded to Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu, then turned to Zhang Sanfeng in the hall and bowed respectfully from afar.

"A wandering monk under the command of Zhang, the leader of the Ming Cult, whose name is Budai, pays homage to Zhang Zhenren of Wudang."

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded, raising his hand in return: "Master, there's no need for such formality."

The visitor was none other than Shuobude, one of the Five Wanderers.

Previously, the Qiankun Yiqi Bag on Bright Peak was torn apart by Zhang Wuji's Nine Yang Divine Skill. He later sewed a new bag, which was far less miraculous and durable than the old one, but it could still be used to some extent.

After bowing, he turned around and addressed Zhao Min and her entourage in a loud voice:

"Our sect leader Zhang has sat down. The Left Envoy of Light, the White-browed Eagle King, the other scattered members, and the various forces of the Five Elements Banner have all arrived at Wudang Mountain."

Today, I am determined to settle this score with you shameless imposters.

This statement was ostensibly a challenge, but in reality, it was mostly bluff.

With the Ming Cult forces scattered across various locations, how could they possibly gather all at once?

But Zhao Min was unaware of the inside story.

Seeing Wei Yixiao and Shuobude appear one after the other, she concluded that Song Qingshu, that scoundrel, had long been secretly colluding with the Ming Cult and had set a trap.

His heart sank slightly, but he remained unyielding, sneering:

"Just a poisonous bat and a stinking monk, yet they dare to speak so arrogantly? What kind of future do they have!"

She was still not satisfied after saying that, so she turned her face and glared fiercely at Song Qingshu, gritting her teeth and scolding him in a delicate voice:

  

"That kid surnamed Song is the most cunning and treacherous. He pretends to be serious in front of others, but behind their backs he is vulgar, shameless, and glib!"

"You'll be the first one I take out later. I'll skin you alive, pull out your tendons, and especially chop off your hands to vent my hatred!"

When she scolded Wei Yixiao, her words were brief, but her tone was full of contempt and disdain.

Although the words used to scold Song Qingshu were harsh and numerous, they also carried a hint of coquettishness. It was not an insult directed at an enemy, but rather the angry words of a young girl throwing a tantrum.

Looking at her slightly puffed-out cheeks and her glaring expression, she couldn't hide her coquettish charm.

Everyone present was shrewd; they could all hear the difference in tone.

The Wudang disciples looked at each other with extremely strange expressions.

They had only suspected something between their senior brother and the girl dressed as a man, but they never imagined there was more to it than met the eye!

They've already gone through the whole skinning and tendon-pulling stuff, how did it even get dragged into being called "vulgar and shameless"?

Senior brother, what exactly did you do?

Song Qingshu's temples were throbbing with veins, and his forehead was covered in black lines.

He felt that the aloof and pretentious senior brother persona he had previously cultivated had been completely shattered after Zhao Min arrived.

Those kids, who knows what they'll say about him behind his back later.

Zhao Min's subordinates were speechless, especially the three experts who had been the most aggressive in challenging her earlier; they were all wondering what was going on.

We've spoken, Princess. If you don't know how to curse, let us do it!

Learn from our shrewd way of scolding Zhang San before. What do you mean by this now?

This old bat is usually silent, but when he does speak, he's truly cunning and wicked.

But then he said, "Very good! A perfect match! Young Master Song is handsome and a young hero, and Miss Zhao is beautiful."

I see you're a few years younger than our young hero Song, why don't you marry him? That would save us from all this fighting."

These words immediately enraged the opposing experts:

"Bullshit!"

"Shut up!"

"The poisonous bat is talking nonsense!"

……

Zhao Min's cheeks were flushed, as radiant as the morning sun. Her expression revealed a hint of anger, but she couldn't hide her shyness.

The leader, who had just been commanding the crowd and exuding an imposing aura, now seemed somewhat flustered and hesitant.

However, this expression only lasted a moment. She composed herself, and her face returned to its frosty tone as she said:

"Ahem... I think you're just bluffing and stalling for time. You don't have any large force at all. If it's just the two of you rotten garlic, you might as well come with us!"

No sooner had these words been spoken than a loud laugh came from the eastern corner: "Has Left Envoy Yang arrived yet?"

This person's voice was as loud as an eagle soaring through the sky, and also unrestrained and bold.

Before the words had even finished, laughter erupted from the west:

"Eagle King, you're still going strong despite your age, I admire you. You arrived first!"

The voice from the east spoke again: "Left Envoy Yang is too modest. We arrived at the same time and the outcome was even. I'm afraid you're giving me some leeway out of respect for the leader."

The western voice spoke again: "Eagle King, you are truly unmatched! I, Yang, have already given my all, yet I still cannot outrun you. I am ashamed!"

East: "Hahahaha!"

West: "Hahahaha!"

……

Song Qingshu kept rolling his eyes.

Damn, can we stop with this mutual flattery?

What are you laughing at?! Can't you see the fight going on down there? You two are just laughing your heads off!

Perhaps sensing Song Qingshu's disdain, the two of them leaped down from the corner of the house together amidst a loud laugh.

Upon hearing that the White-browed Eagle King had arrived, Zhang Sanfeng stood up from his seat, went to greet him, and cupped his hands in a smile:

"This old Taoist priest respectfully welcomes Brother Yin and Mr. Yang."

The two men naturally dared not be negligent and bowed in return.

Yang Xiao was flattered and knew that he had benefited from the Eagle King's influence.

Yin Tianzheng laughed loudly, his voice booming like a bell:

"Master Zhang, I dare to call you my in-law. You won't mind my presumption, will you? Hahaha!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and laughed, "Brother Yin, what are you saying? My unworthy disciple Cuishan married your daughter Susu. You and I are in-laws by marriage. How can you say anything presumptuous?"

Yin Tianzheng was quite pleased to receive such courtesy from Zhang Sanfeng, and immediately said:

"Master Zhang, I must congratulate you on having such a fine grand-disciple!"

Zhang Sanfeng's smile deepened: "This old Taoist should also congratulate Brother Yin on having such a fine grandson."

The two men exchanged a glance and both stroked their beards and laughed heartily.

While the guests and hosts were having a great time, Zhao Min was furious!

This is incredibly disrespectful! They came here to wipe out the whole family, and you're acting like you're related here!

Zhao Min was furious; the atmosphere had been completely off ever since she walked in.

At this moment, her eyebrows furrowed, and she angrily cursed, "What good grand-disciple and grandson-in-law! What good can those two old geezers possibly produce! And that fellow surnamed Song, he's no better!"

Song Qingshu: No? Are you alright? What does this have to do with me? How could this involve me?

After Zhao Min finished her scolding, she was about to give the order to act: "Now that you've acknowledged your relatives, it's time to reunite you! Don't delay any longer, today..."

Before he could finish speaking, another whooshing sound rang out!

"We haven't finished recognizing our relatives yet! Yin Yewang of the Ming Cult is here!"

Zhao Min gritted her teeth: "So what if there's one more? Everyone..."

Another long howl pierced the sky.

"Zhang Zhong, the Iron-Crowned Taoist, one of the Five Wanderers under the command of Zhang, the leader of the Ming Cult, has come to pay his respects!"

Zhao Min's face turned green. "Princess, maybe we should keep quiet."

Why do people come as soon as you speak? People come as soon as you speak!

"Under the command of Zhang, the leader of the Ming Cult, there was one of the Five Wanderers, Zhou Dian..."

"Peng Yingyu, one of the Five Wanderers..."

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