After a long while, someone finally spoke up: "Master, I know the whole story. It was actually Cheng Kun's conspiracy."
Zhang Wuji remained kneeling, looking up at Murong Fu.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and shook his head, saying, "Disciple, you must remember one thing: the cause of an event is not important, the process is not important, and the result is even less important."
"Then what's important?"
Zhang Wuji scratched his head, puzzled.
"Nothing else matters," Murong Fu continued, shaking his head. "What matters is profit!"
"Do you think the six major sects didn't know this was a conspiracy?"
"Do you think that the righteous faction's siege of Bright Peak was just a simple conspiracy?"
Murong Fu smiled and said:
"All of this is because the Ming Cult has taken away the best disciples, the territory, and the money from the six major sects. The six major sects want to maintain their prestige and seize talent and money, so they want to destroy the Ming Cult."
"The world is bustling with activity, all for the sake of profit."
"Whether it's a conspiracy or an open scheme, what the six major sects want is very simple: to divide up the Ming Cult. Do you understand?"
After Murong Fu finished speaking, he scanned the righteous people.
Many people smiled maliciously and lowered their heads.
Zhang Wuji was somewhat taken aback and looked at Zhang Cuishan: "Father, is what my master said true?"
Zhang Cuishan sighed, "The reason why our Wudang Sect besieged the Ming Cult was indeed for the sake of prestige. The Wudang Sect has not been active in the martial arts world for too long, and we need some deeds to promote the Wudang Sect."
Song Qingshu patted Zhang Wuji on the shoulder: "Junior Brother Wuji, you are still young. You will understand when you grow up."
White-browed Eagle King clutched his chest, enduring the pain, and said, "What's the difference between the so-called righteous path and the so-called demonic sect? Have you righteous sects killed fewer people than we Ming Cult?"
"Alright, that's enough of this farce. Everyone, please disperse."
Murong Fu waved his hand, his imposing aura like a storm, pressing down on everyone's hearts, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.
The White-browed Eagle King and Yang Xiao, who were already in great pain, now looked even more distressed, as if they might die at any moment.
Fortunately, this momentum came and went quickly.
Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and gasped for breath.
Yang Buhui supported Yang Xiao, her beautiful eyes glaring at Murong Fu, clearly unconvinced.
Abbess Miejue's gaze met Yang Buhui's, and a thought struck her. Since this villain Yang Xiao had forced her disciple to marry, then today she would let her husband force his daughter to marry him!
"Yang Buhui! Come here!" Miejue shouted.
Yang Xiao forced a smile and said, "Old nun, you..."
Before Yang Xiao could even open his mouth, an invisible slap landed on his face.
Snap!
Yang Xiao was sent flying and crashed into the wall.
"father!"
Yang Buhui rushed over and rescued Yang Xiao.
Murong Fu, with his arm around Miejue's waist, looked in Yang Xiao's direction and said, "Who are you to criticize my women?"
The others remained silent, not even allowed to utter a single curse at the old nun—this was far too domineering!
But many women looked on with great envy, thinking, "With a husband like this, what more could a woman ask for!"
"Yang Buhui, I told you to come here, didn't you hear me?" Miejue continued, "You don't want your father to be beaten to death, do you?"
After helping Yang Xiao up, Yang Buhui could only walk over reluctantly.
"No regrets..."
Yang Xiao stared with bloodshot eyes, but dared not speak, for fear of being slapped away again.
Having already lost both arms, he fears that next he might lose both legs.
Abbess Miejue said sweetly, "Husband, what do you think of her? Why not keep her as a concubine?"
Because his tone was so different from usual, the audience found it difficult to accept.
It's as if a tomboy suddenly turned into a soft, husky voice.
The Emei disciples were somewhat dazed, because when Murong Fu stayed on Mount Emei, Abbess Miejue was in the same state.
"Since you like it, then stay."
Murong Fu could easily see through Miejue's intentions; she was simply seeking revenge against Yang Xiao.
really.
Yang Xiao stared wide-eyed, but dared not utter a word.
To think that he, the dignified Left Envoy of the Ming Cult, would have his daughter working as someone else's concubine!
What a humiliation!
Ding Minjun's eyes darted around, and she said, "Husband, I remember you said that the Purple-Robed Dragon King of the Ming Cult was the most beautiful woman in the martial arts world more than ten years ago. Why is she not here today?"
The members of the Ming Cult looked at each other in bewilderment.
Finally, it was the White-browed Eagle King who spoke up: "The Purple-Robed Dragon King left the Ming Cult sixteen years ago and has disappeared without a trace."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "The Purple-Robed Dragon King is not here, but her daughter is."
"What?"
Everyone was taken aback.
Murong Fu beckoned to a shifty-eyed girl.
Although the girl had delicate features, she was far from being a beauty that could topple kingdoms.
Ding Minjun asked in bewilderment, "She's the daughter of the Purple-Robed Dragon King? Why is she so ordinary?"
The girl wore chains on her hands and pouted unhappily, but she didn't explain. Ordinary is fine, it's better to be inconspicuous.
Yang Buhui couldn't help but ask, "It's Xiao Zhao, she's my maid, how could she be the daughter of the Purple-Robed Dragon King?"
"hehe--"
Murong Fu smiled mysteriously and waved his hand.
The human skin mask on Xiao Zhao's face fell off, revealing a beautiful face that could shame the moon and flowers, as lovely as a lotus emerging from water.
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