Reborn Song Qingshu: Besieging Bright Peak at the Start

Chapter 79 A Twist of Fate

The speaker's voice was strained and his tone was stiff, clearly indicating that he was not from the Central Plains.

With just this short sentence, Zhang Wuji was instantly filled with doubt, and all sorts of thoughts rushed through his mind:

The Sacred Flame Token? The Dragon King Who Protects the Faith?

The Sacred Flame Token of the Ming Cult was lost during the time of the thirty-first leader, so how did it end up in the hands of these three people?

Are the black tokens they're holding the Sacred Flame Token? Are they real or fake?

Who are these three people, and why do they call Granny Golden Flower the Protector Dragon King? Could it be—

While he was still in shock and doubt, Granny Jin Hua's expression had already changed drastically.

She stared intently and saw that the newcomer had deep-set eyes, a high nose, and curly hair and beard, clearly resembling a Persian.

She no longer cared about threatening Zhou Zhiruo; her entire focus was on the three of them. She gripped the coral gold cane with all her might, as if facing a formidable enemy.

My first thought was: My identity has been exposed!

But then she realized something was wrong. The other party called her "Dragon King Protector of the Faith," not her real name, Dai Qisi. It was clear that they did not know her true identity and that they had other motives for coming here.

Having figured this out, Granny Jin Hua breathed a sigh of relief and coldly said, "I have already broken away from the sect and left. The words 'protecting the Dragon King' should not be mentioned again. The three of you may leave now."

She didn't want any more entanglements, but the wind wouldn't stop blowing even when the tree wanted to be still.

The first to speak shouted sternly, "According to the rules of our sect, those who join must never betray it. Since you claim to have broken away and left the sect, you are a traitor to the Ming Cult and should be executed according to the law! Take your head!"

Granny Jin Hua snorted coldly: "Hmph! When has the Ming Cult ever had such a rule? This old woman has never heard of it."

The man said, "The Ming Cult in China originated from Persia and is a branch of the main religion."

I am the Cloud Envoy of the Persian Grand Master, and these two are the Moon Envoy and the Wind Envoy.

Upon receiving news that the leader of the Central Plains branch had disappeared, the followers were killing each other, and the church was in ruins, the Grand Master specially ordered us to come east with the Holy Flame Token to reorganize the church. All members of the church must obey the order and must not disobey.

"Since the Central Plains branch is under the jurisdiction of the General Church, it should act in accordance with the General Church's regulations. What else do you have to say?"

Granny Jin Hua's face was gloomy: "Although the Ming Cult in China originated from Persia, it has been independent for hundreds of years and has never been subject to the control of the main cult."

"You think you can issue orders with just a few words? That's wishful thinking! You'd better leave now to avoid further trouble."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yunshi smiled contemptuously and struck the two black cards in his hand together.

With a soft clang, the sound was like metal or stone, yet it was neither metal nor iron, strange and jarring.

He said coldly, "It seems the people of the Middle-earth tribe share the same thoughts as you. In that case, it's just right to take your traitor's head as an example to others!"

Before the words were even finished, the three of them moved in unison, closing in at the same time.

By now, Granny Jinhua understood perfectly well that these three men had come specifically for her.

No matter how much she pleaded or resisted, the outcome was always the same: she was used as a scapegoat to intimidate the Ming Cult in the Central Plains.

Over the years, she had gone to great lengths to evade the pursuit of the Grand Master, changing her appearance and hiding her identity. However, she was eventually found. It's true that man proposes, God disposes.

It's ironic that Granny Jin Hua was unlucky; in fact, the Persian Ming Cult had two schemes for coming east.

First, they discovered that the leader of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains had disappeared, leaving the group leaderless. This was the perfect opportunity to subdue the century-old branch and expand their influence in the Central Plains.

Secondly, with the recent passing of the head of the sect, it is necessary to welcome back the Holy Maiden to succeed him as head of the sect.

They learned that the Purple-Robed Dragon King who betrayed the sect back then was now Granny Golden Flower on Spirit Serpent Island.

This person was once ranked first among the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains. Taking her head would not only intimidate the followers of the Ming Cult in the Central Plains, but also, with the command of the Sacred Flame Token, the matter of subjugation would be a natural outcome.

But by a twist of fate, both events happened to the same person.

A strong night wind is blowing on the mountaintop, causing people's clothes to flutter wildly.

Granny Jin Hua stood leaning on her cane, her eyes flashing with a cold light as she stared at the three figures approaching.

Since things have come to this point, there's no way to resolve this peacefully. The only option is to deal with these three people first.

Suddenly, she swept her golden crutch horizontally with her right hand, creating a violent gust of wind. With a move called "Crossing Clouds and Mountains," she aimed directly at the waist and ribs of the Flowing Cloud Envoy in the center.

This sweeping motion was so powerful and fierce that it could cut even rough wood and large stones in two, let alone flesh and blood.

At that moment, the three envoys changed their footwork in a strange way, seemingly retreating but actually advancing, moving left and right, their figures like ghosts and phantoms. In the blink of an eye, they all moved half a foot apart, barely managing to avoid the fierce and unparalleled stab.

Huiyue raised the Sacred Flame Token diagonally, without hitting the crutch, and instead struck the Golden Flower Granny's right wrist at the "Yangxi" acupoint, a very tricky move.

Liu Yunshi twisted his body and circled around to her left rear like a flowing cloud, allowing Yuan Ping to strike her "Yuzhen" acupoint on the back of her head.

Miao Feng suddenly ducked and darted forward, his sharp blade flashing coldly as he stabbed her right leg at the "Weizhong" acupoint.

The three attacks were launched simultaneously, each targeting a different area, and their methods were unpredictable. Yet, they were coordinated perfectly, without the slightest error, as if a person had three heads and six arms, wielding three different weapons. Their offense and defense were seamlessly integrated, leaving no room for error.

Granny Jin Hua felt a chill run down her spine and muttered "This is strange!" She quickly turned back to guard the area.

He swung the crutch backward, striking the back of the guard, then slashed diagonally with his left palm to block the attack in front of his chest. He then spun half a circle with his feet to avoid a dangerous move below his knee.

These rapid changes of technique were executed in one smooth motion, demonstrating top-tier skill in the martial arts world.

Unexpectedly, the three envoys followed closely, their feet moving with strange steps. Their figures intertwined and remained a single entity, advancing and retreating, attacking and defending, even their breathing rhythms were identical.

After seven or eight moves, Granny Jin Hua became increasingly alarmed.

She had already figured it out: the internal strength and skill of these three people were actually inferior to hers. In a one-on-one fight, she would definitely be able to defeat them within a few dozen moves.

But when the three of them joined forces, it was a completely different story.

One person launched an attack, while the other two protected every gap around him.

One person retreated to defend, and the remaining two immediately took over the offensive. The coordination was so perfect that it seemed like a match made in heaven.

The three sacred flame tokens flew up and down, sometimes pointing, sometimes smashing, sometimes sweeping, sometimes carrying, with attacks coming from all sorts of unexpected directions, completely disregarding the common sense of martial arts, leaving people not knowing where to block or where to attack.

She let out a long roar, her inner strength surged, and the coral gold cane danced in a ball of golden light, each move heavy and powerful, attempting to break the deadlock by force.

Unexpectedly, the power of the Sacred Flame Token was unpredictable, slippery like a swimming fish. Every time it touched the golden crutch, it would slide out along the crutch, completely neutralizing her fierce force, as if it were a mud ox entering the sea, with no place to exert any force.

Seeing that her forceful attack was ineffective, Granny Jin Hua flicked her wrist slightly, and three golden flowers shot out from the air, flashing with golden light, striking the vital points between the three men's eyebrows with lightning speed.

With three clear "ding-ding-ding" sounds, the three golden flowers were precisely struck down by the three envoys simultaneously with the Sacred Flame Token. Sparks flew, but the three remained unfazed, and their attack intensified.

The white robes fluttered, and the figures appeared and disappeared, sometimes shifting positions, sometimes switching left and right. In the midst of the dazzling display, it was impossible to distinguish which one was Miaofeng and which one was Liuyun.

Granny Jin Hua felt as if every part of her body—front, back, left, right, shoulders, elbows, knees, and waist—was being attacked. It was as if her whole body was being covered by an invisible net that was tightening around her.

No matter how powerful she was, she only had two hands and two feet. How could she possibly withstand the "three people as one" six hands and six feet?

In a flash, the rabbit leaps and the cuckoo falls, and it's over twenty moves.

Suddenly, Huiyue gave a low shout, and the Sacred Flame Token was raised diagonally, aiming straight for her "Yintang" acupoint between her eyebrows.

This move came incredibly fast. Before Granny Jin Hua could think it through, she raised her crutch to meet it, only to find that it was a feint.

As she turned to stand, the wielder of the wondrous wind had already closed in on her, swiftly striking her chest right in the center.

Granny Jin Hua slapped her left palm hard, trying to force the enemy away, but she was not prepared for the Flowing Cloud Envoy behind her to circle around to her back. His palm was like a knife, slashing at her back.

She felt a tingling numbness in half of her body, her internal energy suddenly became stagnant, and her wrist tightened as the Coral Golden Cudgel was snatched away by the Wondrous Wind Envoy.

Just as she was about to exert her strength to break free, she felt a numbness in her shoulder and was struck by Huiyue's command.

A chill ran down my waist as I was struck by Lingjian's sharp finger.

In an instant, his whole body felt weak and powerless. He staggered forward a few steps, then stood frozen in place, unable to move.

Everything seemed complicated, but in reality, the outcome was decided in the blink of an eye.

Song Qingshu and his men, hidden in the shadows, witnessed the entire event.

Song Qingshu was not surprised by the result at all. His eyes were fixed on the Sacred Flame Token in the hands of the three Persian envoys, his expression inscrutable, as if he were plotting something.

Zhang Wuji was extremely surprised. He had not expected that Granny Jin Hua would be defeated so quickly. The strange and unpredictable martial arts styles of these three people were something he had never seen before in his life.

After listening to their conversation, he confirmed that Granny Jin Hua was indeed the Purple-Robed Dragon King, the head of the four great Dharma Kings of this sect.

He, who was originally about to attack Granny Jin Hua, now hesitated about whether to help her.

Just as he turned to ask his senior brother, he heard a frantic voice, trembling with sobs: "Young Master! Please save her! Please save her!"

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