"Yes, we're riding high."

The Laughing Buddha simply stuffed his most treasured cloth bag into Lin Bufan's hand, saying, "I'm giving you a reward, Master."

Finally, I had to call him "Master".

One person shouted, and seven or eight people responded. Yang Xiao, Bat King, and several others also called out to Lin Bufan, "Master!"

Lin Bufan had no interest in becoming the leader of the Ming Cult, but he also harbored no ill will towards the members of the Ming Cult. He immediately said, "I dare not accept the title of leader. Today, the six major sects have already suffered heavy losses, and we..."

As they were talking, suddenly, a large cloud of reddish-yellow smoke drifted over from afar, spreading throughout the area around Lu Family Village and enveloping the six major sects, Lin Bufan, and the Ming Cult members.

Cough cough cough...

The people from Shaolin Temple started coughing first.

Immediately, people from the Wudang Sect, the Emei Sect, the Kunlun Sect, the Kongtong Sect...

Everyone was coughing incessantly, coughing violently, as if their lungs were about to come out.

Even Lin Bufan, Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhang Wuji were coughing, choked by the smoke.

"Where did the smoke come from?"

The crowd looked around and saw two elderly men in their seventies grinning sinisterly in the distance. They were none other than the Xuanming Elders of the Ruyang Prince's Mansion.

"The Xuanming Elders, it's you."

Zhang Wuji was very excited because these two people had hurt him when he was a child, and he had a deep impression of the Xuanming Divine Palm on his back.

Zhang Sanfeng was also very excited because Zhang Wuji had been suffering from a cold poison since childhood, and he was helpless and powerless to help him.

"Elder Xuanming, if you want to fight, this old Daoist will accompany you."

Both Zhang Da and Zhang Da flew towards the two elders of Xuanming at the same time, only to see people around them fall down one after another.

First Song Yuanqiao, then Yu Lianzhou, Mo Shenggu, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Song Qingshu...

The monks of Shaolin Temple, the female disciples of Emei Sect, the disciples of Kongtong Sect...

Everyone collapsed, limp and powerless.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The two elders of Xuanming laughed loudly, "You've been poisoned by the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder, so sit on the ground and wait to die."