Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 65 Junior Brother!

The fire was getting fiercer and fiercer.

The Wan'an Temple Pagoda was originally a brick and wood structure. The wooden beams and window frames at the bottom were flammable when exposed to fire, and the crackling and popping sounds were incessant. Thick smoke and heat waves surged upwards layer by layer.

Fan Yao rushed into Zhang Wuji's cell and shouted, "Master, the Tartars are burning down the tower! Has your inner strength been restored?"

Zhang Wuji, Yang Xiao, and Wei Yixiao were all sitting cross-legged, concentrating intently, and none of them spoke. Clearly, they had reached a critical juncture in recovering their internal energy.

When the guards saw the fire start, they drew their swords and were about to rush in to capture the people, but Fan Yao stepped forward and grabbed them by the back of their collars, throwing them out of the tower. After a few screams, they all fell into the raging fire below the tower.

The other warriors, seeing his fierce appearance and choked by the thick smoke, scrambled away and fled.

In no time, the flames reached the fourth floor. The Huashan Sect members trapped on this floor had only recovered one or two tenths of their power, so they dared not stay any longer and fled to the fifth floor in a sorry state.

The fire waited for no one, and quickly rose to the fifth floor. The members of the Kongtong Sect had no choice but to retreat upwards. Those who were slower had their beards and robes ignited by sparks, causing them to cry out in pain from the burns.

Fan Yao stood by the tower, watching the fire climb higher and higher, his palms sweating profusely.

He had roamed the martial world for half his life, yet there was a time when he was helpless. Was he going to be burned alive on this tower today?

Just when things were at their most chaotic, unsurprisingly, an accident occurred.

Suddenly, a deafening battle cry erupted from below the tower, with the sounds of weapons clashing rising and falling.

It turns out that after Song Qingshu met with Fan Yao last night, he immediately contacted Yin Tianzheng and the Five Wanderers who were waiting outside the city.

A group of people, disguised as ordinary people and led by the Five Wanderers, were to lie in ambush around Wan'an Temple and the Prince's Mansion the next day. Once they rescued the masters of the six sects, they would set fire to the area around the Prince's Mansion and Wan'an Temple to create chaos and facilitate their escape.

Before they could even light the fire, the Wan'an Temple Pagoda caught fire first.

Peng Yingyu and the Cloth Bag Monk, who were lurking around Wan'an Temple, knew something was wrong and led their men to attack.

The tower is now ablaze, and putting it out is impossible. We can only deal with the archers on the outside first, hoping they can jump off the tower to save themselves.

Accompanying them were a group of elite fighters from the six major sects who remained at their mountain gates.

The group split into two teams. One team rushed towards the archers all around, and amidst the flashing swords and the cries of the Yuan soldiers, their cries of agony filled the air.

Another team, led by Peng Yingyu and Shuobude, went straight for Wang Baobao at the front of the battle, aiming to capture the leader first.

But as soon as they rushed forward, six Tibetan monks blocked their way, forming a defensive formation.

Six other Tibetan monks stood guard in front of Wang Baobao's horse.

These were the twelve Tibetan monks who had fought with Song Qingshu in the main hall of Wan'an Temple last night.

These twelve monks would be considered first-rate in a one-on-one fight, but when they form a group, their strength is truly among the best in the world, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

Although there were only six people blocking the way, Peng Yingyu and Shuobude tried to break through several times, but they were all blocked. They were entangled and could not get close to Wang Baobao.

The fierce battle raged beneath the tower when suddenly a clear whistle pierced the air.

Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and a green shadow, like a fish breaking through the water, darted out from the edge of the battle. Its movement was incredibly fast, and its fingertips unleashed a fierce and unparalleled finger force that went straight for Wang Baobao's heart!

The six Tibetan monks protecting Wang Baobao were shocked. One of them raised his staff to block the attack. With a loud clang, sparks flew from the staff as he blocked the finger strike.

If he had been even a fraction slower, Wang Baobao would already be a corpse.

The newcomer was dressed in a blue robe and had a handsome face. He was Song Qingshu, who had rushed over from the tavern in the city.

His gaze swept over the six Tibetan monks, and a chill suddenly rose in his eyes.

Last night in the main hall, these twelve people formed a battle formation and fought him relentlessly, making him feel nauseous. He still remembers this grudge.

Now there are only six left, and he's going to cripple them today.

The six Tibetan monks knew how troublesome Song Qingshu was, so they dared not be careless. Song Qingshu flipped his wrist, gathered the Nine Yang True Qi at his fingertips, and was about to make another move.

A beautiful figure suddenly stepped between the two sides and urgently called out to Song Qingshu, "Young Master Song, this is my elder brother, please don't hurt him."

The long sword in her hand trembled as she stood gracefully, its blade colder than water; it was Zhao Min.

She came in a hurry with Song Qingshu, and was a moment late.

Song Qingshu paused in his exertion, his gaze falling on her face.

After a moment of silence, he finally withdrew his finger force, turned around, and rushed towards the foot of the tower.

By this time, the archers below the tower had been mostly dealt with, and even the Eight Heroes of Divine Arrows were entangled by several reinforcements and could not break free.

Song Qingshu looked up at the tower and saw that the raging fire had already reached the eighth floor. In the billowing black smoke, the railing of the tenth floor was crowded with people, all of them experts from the six major sects, and each of them looked terrified.

This tower is over ten zhang tall. Even someone with superb lightness skills and full internal strength would be severely injured if they jumped from such a height, if not killed. Moreover, since everyone's strength has not yet recovered, it is absolutely impossible for them to fall from such a height.

Seeing the situation becoming increasingly chaotic, Wang Baobao frowned and was about to order his personal guards to come over when he suddenly heard shouts in the distance. From the direction of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion, flames shot into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky.

However, Zhou Dian and Tie Guan Dao Ren saw the fire in the direction of Wan'an Temple and thought the time was right, so they set fire to the area near the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

Chief Steward Ha turned pale with fright and cried out urgently, "Young Prince! The palace is on fire! Protecting Your Highness's safety is the most important thing!"

Wang Baobao was greatly alarmed. He was extremely filial to his father and could no longer care about the rebels at Wan'an Temple. He immediately turned his horse around and said urgently to Zhao Min, "Sister, I'll go back to the manor to protect Father. You must be careful!"

Without waiting for Zhao Min's reply, he turned his horse around and charged straight out.

When Wang Baobao left, the twelve Tibetan monks followed him. It turned out that these twelve Tibetan monks were actually Wang Baobao's guards, and most of the Wang family's warriors also went.

Most of the supporting experts who were fighting him were also freed up to confront the remaining experts from the Prince's Mansion.

Seeing this, Song Qingshu was overjoyed and immediately said to Peng Yingyu and Shuobude, "Master Peng, Master Budai, please keep watch for me and don't let anyone disturb my rescue!"

Peng Yingyu was taken aback. She looked at the pagoda, which was over ten zhang tall, then at Song Qingshu. Although she didn't know how he planned to save them, she nodded emphatically: "Young Master Song, rest assured, with us here, we will not let a single Yuan soldier get here!"

Song Qingshu said no more, stepped forward and stood on the open ground below the tower. He raised his head and channeled his inner strength, his voice clear and resonant, penetrating the smoke and fire, reaching the ears of everyone on the tower: "Seniors! The fire is critical. Any further delay will mean certain death in the inferno!"

Please jump down one by one. I, Song Qingshu, will catch you and ensure your safe landing!

These words immediately caused an uproar on the tower.

At a height of over ten zhang, the force of a person falling from that height would be more than a thousand jin. Even if a tyrant were to be reborn, there would be no way he could catch the fall with his bare hands.

Everyone assumed the young man was talking nonsense in desperation and shook their heads. Someone shouted, "Young Master Song, we appreciate your kindness! Jumping from such a height is certain death! You mustn't!"

The smoke grew thicker and thicker, and sparks had already landed on the railing of the tenth floor. If they were dragged any further, they would either be burned to death or suffocated by the smoke.

Song Qingshu frowned, looked up at Song Yuanqiao in the crowd, and shouted, "Father! They don't believe me, so you jump first! I'll catch you!"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Song Yuanqiao, their eyes filled with expectation. Surely a son wouldn't betray his father?

Jump, I jump!

Song Yuanqiao's face instantly darkened.

This little bastard is really a pain in the ass. Others may not know Song Qingshu's capabilities, but how could his father not know?

This jump is bound to kill him. Could it be that I've been too strict with this rebellious son and now I'm deliberately trying to kill him?

How could he say such a thing in front of all the heroes of the world?

They really put him on a pedestal.

Second brother, fourth brother, seventh brother, it's fine if you don't stop him, but why do you look so expectant?

Everyone was watching him, waiting to see this scene of fatherly love and filial piety. He was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to jump or not.

Seeing that Song Yuanqiao hesitated to jump, Song Qingshu had no choice but to have someone else call out, "Junior Brother!"

"Senior brother!" Zhang Wuji responded immediately, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Come on! Jump! Trust your senior brother!" Song Qingshu stood below, gesturing to guide them.

There's no need for many words between fellow disciples. Just one look of affirmation from you, and I'll leap towards you.

Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao couldn't catch him; he was already in mid-air.

This jump attracted everyone's attention. Song Qingshu had already assumed a Tai Chi stance, intending to use the principles of Tai Chi to deflect the immense force of the fall!

The descent was incredibly fast; in the blink of an eye, it was eight feet off the ground.

Song Qingshu smiled confidently and swept it out with one hand.

Wait, something's not right! I'm a little short of catching it!

"Thump!"

A muffled thud, and dust billowed up.

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