The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

The sound of drums and music from the foot of the mountain was getting closer and closer to the Fengchan Terrace. Many martial arts figures were already on high alert. Before long, a dozen or so members of the Sun Moon Sect were the first to go up the mountain.

These dozen or so followers were all dressed in dark green brocade robes, with white belts around their waists. Their eyes were bright and piercing, their gazes were cold, and their breathing was steady.

These people leaped from the foot of the mountain toward the Fengchan Terrace, landing smoothly and in unison with fluid and synchronized movements.

Upon seeing these dozen or so people ascend the Fengchan Platform, the martial arts practitioners were on high alert. However, the dozen or so people who ascended the platform first did not make a move. They merely glanced at these people indifferently before splitting into two groups and standing still.

Then a band appeared at the foot of the mountain, with more than a hundred people. Each of them was playing an instrument, and some were shouting loudly that the Sun Moon Divine Sect was civilized and martial, making a great show of it.

As these people rose to power, the followers of the Sun Moon Sect crowded onto the Fengchan Platform in droves, forcing some martial arts figures to give them space.

Seeing the immense power of the Sun Moon Cult, these idle martial artists couldn't help but move closer to major sects like Shaolin and Wudang, trying to stay as far away from the Sun Moon Cult's followers as possible. The entire Fengchan Platform was divided into two sides: one side was occupied by righteous sects such as Shaolin, Wudang, Kunlun, Emei, and the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sect, as well as martial artists; the other side was occupied by the Sun Moon Cult.

As more and more members of the Sun Moon Sect ascended the Fengchan Terrace, the enormous terrace appeared somewhat crowded.

At this moment, four more people came up from the foot of the mountain to the Fengchan Terrace, each standing on one side and shouting in unison.

"The Cult Leader has arrived!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sedan chair was carried up from the foot of the mountain.

The sedan chair was very large and required more than a dozen porters to carry it up the mountain.

However, some of these sedan chair carriers looked quite strange. Some had unusually large bellies and thin bodies, while others were short, fat, and extremely ugly. There were even women carrying the sedan chairs.

Ok?

When Jiang Ning, who was in the crowd, saw the two people carrying the sedan chair, he subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

The two people, a man and a woman, were not particularly good-looking. The man was even old and ugly, and the woman was not beautiful either. They were extremely tall and would be very inconspicuous in a crowd, but Jiang Ning felt that the two of them looked somewhat familiar.

"Ping Yizhi?"

Jiang Ning looked at the old and ugly sedan bearer, and then at the woman next to him.

"what?"

Jiang Ning's voice was very soft, and Yue Buqun, who was next to him, couldn't hear it clearly.

“Master, the two people carrying the sedan chair are Ping Yizhi and his wife. These two are Ren Yingying’s subordinates.”

Jiang Ning gave a brief explanation.

Yue Buqun immediately understood.

"Could it be that witch who came? She held a grudge after her failed revenge against you last time, so she persuaded Dongfang Bubai to come from Blackwood Cliff to seek revenge this time?"

Yue Buqun immediately thought of this possibility.

“They’re up to no good, Ning’er, be careful.”

Realizing that Ren Yingying might also be there, Yue Buqun immediately instructed Jiang Ning.

Jiang Ning nodded, his hand unconsciously resting on the hilt of his sword, his eyes slightly narrowed as he looked at the large sedan chair in the distance.

At this moment, two elderly men stood on either side of the sedan chair. One of them was tall, with a refined appearance and an extraordinary demeanor. Immediately, someone present recognized him.

"Xiang Wentian!"

Zuo Lengchan looked at the old man with the pale face, his expression becoming even more gloomy.

Xiang Wentian, whose name was called, looked at Zuo Lengchan and smiled.

"Leader Zuo, it's been so many years, are you still alive?"

Zuo Lengchan gave a cold laugh and did not reply.

"Amitabha."

At this moment, Fang Zheng stepped out from the crowd, followed by Zhen Shanzi, Jie Feng, and other leaders of major sects.

"May I ask if the person inside the sedan chair is the Eastern Cult Leader?"

Fang Zheng shouted loudly, his voice seemingly imbued with internal energy, causing some martial arts practitioners to experience ear pain.

However, after he spoke, the Sun Moon Cult members opposite him looked at each other in bewilderment, and Xiang Wentian even showed a strange expression on his face.

Ok?

Fang Zheng keenly sensed something was wrong, and before he could speak again, the curtain in front of the sedan chair was lifted.

The grand sedan chair had been drawing everyone's attention ever since it appeared. Everyone was curious whether the person inside was Dongfang Bubai himself. Now that the curtain had been lifted and it seemed that the person inside was about to come out, everyone's attention was on edge. Even Fang Zheng couldn't help but slow his breathing.

At this moment when everyone was focused on him, a person stepped out of the sedan chair, which surprised everyone.

A woman stepped down.

Ok?

Not Dongfang Bubai?

Upon seeing the woman, some martial arts practitioners were puzzled, while others recognized her.

"It really is that vixen!"

Yue Buqun's face turned cold, and he tightened his grip on the folding fan slightly.

Upon seeing his enemy again, Jiang Ning did not show much hatred; his expression remained calm.

After getting off the sedan chair, Ren Yingying scanned the crowd opposite her, as if searching for something.

Not long after, Ren Yingying seemed to discover something, and a deep-seated hatred appeared in her eyes. Her calm expression seemed to twist, as if she had seen the enemy who killed her husband.

Seeing the look in the other person's eyes that seemed to want to devour him, Jiang Ning smiled.

Upon seeing the other party smile, Ren Yingying almost lost her mind and subconsciously wanted to rush over and fight Jiang Ning to the death, but in the end she held back, glared at Jiang Ning hatefully, and then stood aside.

Ok?

Those present were even more puzzled by her action.

If it's not Dongfang Bubai, is there someone else inside?

At that moment, a voice came from inside.

"Abbot, it's been many years. Do you still remember us?"

Upon hearing this voice, Fang Zheng instinctively paused for a moment.

Didn't Dongfang Bubai already practice the Sunflower Manual? Why is his voice still male?

wrong!

This is not the voice of Dongfang Bubai.

That voice sounds so familiar!

After many years, the memory of that voice resurfaced in Fang Zheng's mind. His expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and his gaze was fixed on the sedan chair.

"Are you Master Ren?"

Chapter 372: Head-to-Head

"Ha ha ha ha."

As soon as Fang Zheng finished speaking, a loud laugh came from inside the sedan chair.

The laughter reached the Fengchan Platform, and everyone else heard it clearly.

"Master Ren? What Master Ren? Isn't Dongfang Bubai surnamed Dongfang?"

Some of the initially panicked newcomers to the martial arts world looked bewildered after hearing Fang Zheng's words.

Since they entered the martial arts world, the Sun Moon Sect has always had Dongfang Bubai as its leader; they have never heard of any leader named Ren.

Only Zhenshanzi, Zuo Lengchan, and others knew who Fang Zheng was referring to.

"It's him?"

Zhenshanzi cried out in disbelief.

Zuo Lengchan's expression was even more gloomy than before.

"Senior brother, could it be..."

Ning Zhongze looked surprised and subconsciously glanced at Yue Buqun.

"It should be."

Yue Buqun frowned slightly, glanced at Jiang Ning, then at Ren Yingying in the distance, and finally looked at the sedan chair.

Bang!

Suddenly, a gust of wind rushed out of the sedan chair, lifting the front curtain, and a figure flew out from inside, landing in front of Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying.

"The abbot looks much older than I have seen him in many years."

This person looked at Fang Zheng and laughed loudly.

After seeing the man's face clearly, Fang Zheng was greatly shocked.

"Amitabha."

Upon hearing this person's words, Fang Zheng forcibly suppressed all his emotions and smiled.

"It has been more than a decade since we last met. I never thought I would see Master Ren again in my lifetime. Now I am very old, but Master Ren is still as charismatic as ever. I am truly inferior to him."

"Let me roam freely."

Zuo Lengchan spoke up at this moment, his expression calm and his tone devoid of warmth.

"Leader Zuo, please don't be in such a hurry. Let me finish catching up with Abbot Fang before we chat."

Ren Woxing glanced at Zuo Lengchan with a faint smile and said.

Zuo Lengchan gave a cold laugh and said nothing more.

Ren Woxing then looked at Fang Zheng and smiled, "Abbot Fang has profound martial arts skills. He has studied the Yi Jin Jing for many years and his internal strength has reached a state of perfection. In my opinion, Abbot Fang still has several decades to live."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master Ren."

Fang Zheng smiled slightly.

Ren Woxing then looked at Zuo Lengchan and asked with curiosity on his face.