"The Demonic Cult has not been destroyed, so the matter concerning your Wudang Sect will be postponed."
A person from Shaolin Temple also stepped forward and spoke.
"Zhang Wuxia, what is the meaning of your son helping the Demonic Sect? Is he willingly degenerating and falling into the demonic path?"
Many people expressed their doubts.
Zhang Cuishan wanted to explain: "This matter..."
Before Zhang Cuishan could finish speaking, a handsome young man with a fair complexion said, "Why should our Wudang Sect need your consent to do what we do?"
"Zhang Wuji is protected by my Wudang Sect, that's what I, Song Qingshu, said!"
The handsome young man patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder with a kind expression.
"What a handsome and talented man Song Qingshu is!"
People in the martial arts world all turned their heads in surprise.
Even the Wudang Sect members looked at Song Qingshu with admiration.
"Nonsense! Get out of my way! This humble nun has no interest in your Wudang Sect! If you continue to block the way of the Demonic Sect, I will chop you all down!"
"Extinction Master said coldly."
"Old nun!" Wei Yixiao mocked. "No wonder she's still unmarried at her age; she probably killed her groom on her wedding night."
"Hahaha!"
The Ming Cult members burst into laughter.
Even among the six major factions, many people couldn't help but secretly laugh.
Only the members of the Emei Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.
Their master had already married.
Is it funny?
Suddenly, a very calm voice reached everyone's ears.
"My husband!"
Extinction's face lit up with joy, and she rushed into the arms of the newcomer.
Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo also walked over quickly and took the arms of the newcomer.
"This is... Abbess Miejue's husband?"
Whether they were from the righteous path or the demonic sect, everyone was dumbfounded.
What happened next was even more confusing.
The newcomer reached out and touched Extinction's lower abdomen.
Only then did everyone realize that Miejue was actually six months pregnant.
Then, the visitor stroked the bellies of Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo, which were also slightly protruding.
"This...this...how is this possible?"
Song Qingshu was dumbfounded.
He had long coveted the female disciples of the Emei Sect, but he never dared to dream of marrying several at the same time; one Zhou Zhiruo was enough.
But the person before me has even married Abbess Miejue! And it seems he has also married Zhou Zhiruo and Ding Minjun.
What's even more outrageous is...
Several beautiful young women, also appearing to be pregnant, followed behind this man.
Is this a group of pregnant women?
Who are you?
“I remember now! That kid once listed all the beauties of Yuanzhou on the occasion of Master Zhang’s 100th birthday.”
"It's him!"
Soon, someone remembered Murong Fu's identity.
The Wudang Sect members were even more familiar with Murong Fu, because Murong Fu had stayed at the Wudang Sect for several days and had even taken Zhang Wuji as his disciple.
Murong Fu looked at Zhang Wuji and said sternly, "What? You've forgotten to kneel and pay your respects to your master?"
Zhang Cuishan nudged Zhang Wuji: "Wuji, how can you be so rude?"
Zhang Wuji had no choice but to kneel down, though a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes: "Disciple greets Master!"
"Hmm—why aren't you going to pay your respects to your master's wife?" Murong Fu asked again.
"Disciple greets all the mistresses!" Zhang Wuji could only shout.
Murong Fu stepped forward, patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder, and said, "I saw you beating up your master's wife just now."
"Master, I didn't know they were your wives."
Zhang Wuji smiled bitterly.
The White-browed Eagle King interjected, "Who are you? Even if he is your disciple, you cannot treat him like this!"
"A teacher is like a father. I am teaching my disciples. Who gives you the right to interrupt?"
Murong Fu glanced at the White-browed Eagle King with a smile, and an invisible aura slammed into him.
puff!
The White-browed Eagle King suddenly coughed up blood, and his aura immediately weakened.
"Eagle King!"
The Ming Cult members were stunned. With just a glance, the White-Browed Eagle King was seriously injured. What kind of skill was this!
The righteous side was also dumbfounded.
"Absolutely a Grandmaster!"
The top experts from the righteous faction exchanged glances and reached a consensus.
"Isn't that a bit too domineering?"
Yang Xiao pointed at Murong Fu with his only remaining finger.
Murong Fu glanced at Yang Xiao.
The primordial energy of heaven and earth transformed into invisible sword energy, which slashed down with a thunderous roar.
"ah!!"
Yang Xiao's remaining arm also fell off.
"good!"
Abbess Miejue felt extremely relieved; those wicked villains of the demonic sect deserved to be slowly tortured to death.
Murong Fu gently stroked Miejue's hair and said softly, "You're pregnant, how could you be so impulsive? You're not allowed to act rashly again, understand?"
"Okay~"
Miejue spoke softly, nestled in Murong Fu's arms, displaying the demeanor of a demure woman.
Murong Fu turned to the other Emei disciples and said, "I will teach you a set of martial arts later. When I'm not around, protect your master, understand?"
"Yes, Master!"
The Emei disciples responded in unison.
The others are becoming increasingly strange; does Abbess Miejue need someone to protect her?
The old nun held up the Heaven-Slaying Sword and shouted: "I am so weak!"
"Furthermore, the decisive battle between the Ming Cult and the Six Major Sects has come to an end."
Murong Fu surveyed the entire room and said calmly, "Anyone who disagrees with what I have said may come forward."
"I……"
Someone stepped forward, about to speak.
Murong Fu looked over.
puff!
The man coughed up blood and flew backward, embedding himself in the wall, lifeless.
"King Wei Bat!"
The Ming Cult members were dumbfounded.
The person who was sent flying backwards was Wei Yixiao.
Wei Yixiao is known for his sharp tongue, but he never expected to run into a tough opponent this time.
The monk and Zhou Dian exchanged a glance, then awkwardly shut their mouths, deciding it was better not to court death.
This person is definitely a grandmaster, on the same level as the missing leader of the Yang Dingtian sect.
However, the leader of the Ming Cult had been missing for more than a decade, and the Ming Cult was no match for Murong Fu.
The righteous path was also silent, no one dared to speak.
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