When Xiao Yuanshan died, Qiao Feng was heartbroken and knelt before him for a long time in mourning.

It took me a long time to finally understand that perhaps my father's death was a relief.

For thirty years, my father was obsessed with martial arts, drowning in hatred, his eyes blinded by hatred.

Perhaps he should have gone to be with his mother long ago, escaping the sea of ​​suffering in this world.

"Father, may you rest in peace. I will take you back to Yanmen Pass so that you can reunite with Mother."

Qiao Feng picked up Xiao Yuanshan and was about to leave when he suddenly stopped and turned around to face Lin Bufan.

"Young Master Lin, thank you so much for helping me find my father. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have known he was still alive."

"I was just mentioning it casually. By the way, when your father was about to kill Wan Yanping, you stopped him in time and saved her life. I remember your righteousness, so... I did a divination for you, which concerns your future fate."

"Young Master Lin can also tell fortunes?"

"Doesn't this tell me your father is in the Shaolin Temple's Sutra Repository?"

"Yes, that's right, Young Master Lin's calculations are very accurate."

Qiao Feng gave a self-deprecating smile and asked, "I wonder what my future divination indicates?"

"This indicates that you will return to the Liao Dynasty, save the life of the Liao King, become sworn brothers with the Liao King, serve as the Southern King, and lead the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun."

"It sounds like I'm destined for great success?"

"Unfortunately, in the end, the Liao King sent troops to attack the Song Dynasty. In order to preserve the peace between the two countries, you were willing to risk your life and commit suicide in front of everyone to exchange for ten years of peace between the Liao and Song."

"I'm going to die?"

Qiao Feng was taken aback, but quickly came to terms with it and said with emotion, "If this is my fate, I am willing to accept it. Although the Beggars' Sect has wronged me, the Song Dynasty has treated me well. I, Xiao Feng, am willing to go to great lengths for the peace between Liao and Song."

After saying these words, Qiao Feng, a man of great righteousness, embraced his father and left Lu Family Village without looking back.

Li Mochou walked to Lin Bufan's side, frowned, and said, "I thought you were going to kill him."

Lin Bufan gently shook his head: "There's no need for that. Qiao Feng poses no threat to us. The greatest heroes are those who serve their country and its people. His continued existence is of great use."

Li Mochou was still puzzled: "Just because he could exchange ten years of peace between Liao and Song?"

"Indeed, Mochou, you are a woman of the martial world, unaware of the weakness of the Song Dynasty court in the imperial court. The Song Dynasty is extremely weak in military and diplomatic matters. Do you know how other dynasties refer to the Song Dynasty court? They call it the Weak Song."

"Weak Song Dynasty?"

Hong Lingbo and Lu Wushuang asked at the same time, "Brother Lin, is our Song Dynasty really that weak?"

"They're really weak, the kind of people look down on."

Lin Bufan sighed, "The Liao Dynasty launched a war and its army pressed in, causing great suffering to the people of the Song Dynasty. No matter how high the martial arts skills of the Jianghu people are, they can hardly resist an army of 300,000 iron cavalry. Therefore, in order for you to grow into Grandmasters safely and have the ability to protect yourselves, Qiao Feng must live, and live well, before that."

Li Mochou, Lu Wushuang, Wanyan Ping, and the other women lowered their heads, feeling extremely ashamed.

They were all citizens of the Song Dynasty; when the city gates catch fire, the innocent bystanders suffer the consequences.

If the Liao Dynasty attacks the Song Dynasty, they will not have peace either.

"So Brother Lin spared Qiao Feng because he was thinking of our safety. We've caused Brother Lin trouble."

"Hehehe, no trouble at all."

Lin Bufan patted Lu Wushuang's head, then patted Wan Yanping's head, his face beaming: "I'll only be happy if you're all doing well, that's all..."

"What is it?" Little Dragon Girl, who had been silent all along, finally asked.

Lin Bufan pointed to the dozens of corpses on the ground, "By killing so many people, we have offended the entire martial arts world. Perhaps soon, the six major sects will besiege Lu Family Village."

Lin Bufan's worries were entirely justified.

A few days later, news of Lin Bufan's annihilation of the Murong family and the Shaolin Temple of the Northern Song Dynasty spread throughout several nearby dynasties via carrier pigeon.

The Ming Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty, the Song Dynasty... all the martial arts worlds were shaken.

The Shaolin Temple of the Yuan Dynasty was most furious, for if the lips were gone, the teeth would be cold.

Today Lin Bufan dared to destroy the Shaolin Temple of the Northern Song Dynasty, will he come and destroy the Shaolin Temple of the Great Yuan Dynasty tomorrow?

Rather than waiting to be killed, it is better to strike first.

However... I've heard that Lin Bufan's cultivation has reached the level of a Grandmaster, making him extremely difficult to deal with. If we want to kill him, we'll probably have to ask Master Zhang of the Wudang Sect to come out of seclusion.

Without delay, the three great monks of the Great Yuan Shaolin Temple—Kongwen, Kongxing, and Kongzhi (originally four great monks, the most powerful of whom, Kongjian, had died in the feud between Xie Xun and Cheng Kun)—summoned the three great monks from the back mountain and set off together to Wudang Mountain to pay their respects to Master Zhang.

That day, Wudang Mountain was bustling with activity.

Inside the main hall, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and the other seven heroes of Wudang felt immense pressure, as there were simply too many people from various sects and factions.

The Shaolin Temple, Emei Sect, Kunlun Sect, Kongtong Sect, the Huashan branch of the Yuan Dynasty's martial arts world, and the Wudang branch from the Ming Dynasty—these six major sects crowded together, forming a grand and imposing force.

Master Chongxu, the leader of the Wudang branch (The Smiling, Proud Wanderer), asked Song Yuanqiao, "Senior Brother Song, is Master Zhang still in seclusion?"

Song Yuanqiao said, "Junior brother, don't worry, Master will come out soon."

How could Daoist Chongxu not be anxious? He urged, "Lin Bufan's original name was Lin Pingzhi. Some time ago, at an inn on the border between Ming and Song, he colluded with Dongfang Bubai of the Demonic Sect to kill my junior brother Lingxu and several junior nephews. He also distributed more than a hundred copies of the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique to people in the martial arts world for free, causing the martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty to be in turmoil, with everyone castrating themselves to practice the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique."

"Everyone castrates themselves?"

The members of the six major sects felt a chill run down their spines, as if something was missing from their bodies.

"Lin Bufan has such a vicious heart that he actually uses the Evil-Repelling Sword Technique, an evil martial art, to harm people in the martial arts world."

Xianyu Tongdao, the leader of the Huashan Sect branch of the Great Yuan Jianghu, said: "I heard that he killed Yue Buqun, who was his father-in-law. He also abandoned his wife and ran to the Great Song Jianghu, where he used despicable means to become the leader of the martial arts alliance."

"That's right, he even killed Bai Shijing, an elder of the Beggars' Sect, and so on, as if he wanted to stir up trouble."

"He also caused the death of the abbot of Shaolin Temple in the Northern Song Dynasty, a group of eminent monks, and the eighteen Arhats and eighteen bronze statues."

Abbot Kongwen said angrily, "This boy is truly hateful. He dares to bully my Shaolin Temple. We must not let him get away with this."

Abbess Miejue's face was also full of ferocity: "The six major sects are of one mind. If Lin Bufan harms any of them, we must retaliate. In my opinion, we should deal with him first, and after killing him, we can besiege Bright Peak and destroy the Ming Cult."

Kunlun Sect Leader He Taichong rubbed his hands together, a greedy and lewd smile on his face: "I heard that Lin Bufan has the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, as well as the Nine Yin Manual, the Six Meridians Divine Sword, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and other secret manuals. Once we kill him, hehehe... these martial arts will be ours."

"Not bad, this kid... he's damn lucky. Once we surround and kill him, I'll seize his opportunity." A senior elder of the Kongtong Sect said greedily.

Amidst the murmurs, someone with sharp eyes spotted a figure with an air of otherworldly grace approaching and immediately shouted excitedly, "Master Zhang is here! Master Zhang will lead us to kill Lin Bufan!"