"Zhang Wuji, you'd better watch yourself."
Murong Fu's calm words left everyone present stunned.
Being expelled from the sect is something that the entire martial arts world despises. Once the news gets out, Zhang Wuji's reputation will be completely ruined, and he will become a traitor that everyone hates!
Zhang Cuishan panicked and hurriedly said, "Young Master Murong, it can't be that serious. You've already withdrawn Wuji's internal energy, which is a very severe punishment. There's no need to expel him from the sect, is there?"
"Yes, Young Master Murong, Wuji's mistake was unintentional. There's no need to expel him from the sect. We'll teach him a lesson on your behalf."
As he spoke, Mo Shenggu, the seventh brother, slapped Zhang Wuji across the left cheek.
Snap!
The sound was exceptionally clear and crisp.
Now Zhang Wuji's face was swollen on both sides, making it symmetrical, and he felt better.
"For betraying your master and ancestors, your seventh uncle will teach you a lesson on behalf of your father, your mother, and your grandmaster!"
Mo Shenggu was cursing and swearing.
Snap!
Another slap.
This time, it was Song Qingshu who made the move.
"As the third-generation eldest disciple, I am heartbroken and indignant that such a treacherous and disloyal person has appeared among my disciples! I wish I could tear you apart alive! Zhang Wuji! Do you know your mistake?"
Song Qingshu was inwardly laughing wildly, but on the surface he appeared heartbroken.
Zhang Wuji's eyes reddened, and he covered his face, protesting, "He only taught me the Nine Yang Divine Skill before the Grandmaster realm. I broke through to the Grandmaster realm through my own fortuitous encounters. What right does he have to absorb all my internal energy!"
"You bastard!" Zhang Cuishan angrily slapped himself across the face.
*Smack!*
"You unfilial son!"
"Do you know that if it weren't for your master, you would have been dead long ago!"
"A life-saving grace!"
"The kindness of your teaching!"
How can we ignore it?
"How dare you utter such treasonous words!"
"Do you know that I, your father, also wish I could sever all ties with you!"
Zhang Cuishan wept bitterly, realizing that he had raised such a rebellious son, and that the Wudang Sect had completely lost face.
Zhao Min, standing at the back of the crowd, not wanting to miss out on trouble, said quietly, "It is the father's fault if the son is not taught well. You, as the father, do have a big problem."
In a short time.
Everyone looked at Zhao Min.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhao Min touched her nose. "Did I say something wrong?"
“The heroine is right. I will cripple my cultivation as punishment.”
Zhang Cuishan took a deep breath, and as he spoke, he struck his dantian with a palm.
puff!
Zhang Cuishan coughed up blood, and his cultivation rapidly dissipated.
"Fifth Brother! Why are you doing this to yourself!"
"Fifth Senior Brother, this is Wuji's fault, he has implicated you."
"Fifth Uncle is confused."
"..."
The Wudang disciples all spoke with deep sorrow.
"Fine! Then let's sever all ties!"
Unexpectedly, Zhang Wuji forced himself to stand up, pulled out a dagger, and cut off his robe. "From this day forward! I, Zhang Wuji, sever all ties with Zhang Cuishan! From this day forward, we are completely cut off!"
I was stunned.
Everyone was stunned.
The Wudang sect members, in particular, could not believe it at all.
Is this still Zhang Wuji?
That gentle, slightly shy Wuji?
Even Murong Fu was somewhat surprised.
It wasn't Song Qingshu who turned evil, but Zhang Wuji?
"You unfilial son!"
puff!
Zhang Cuishan pointed at Zhang Wuji, trembling, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood before fainting.
"Fifth Junior Brother (Fifth Senior Brother/Fifth Uncle-Master)!"
The Wudang group was thrown into chaos.
The Ming Cult's higher-ups were completely dumbfounded after witnessing this scene.
It turns out that the Wudang Sect isn't as aloof as it seems; they have many stories to tell, and their inner circle is quite chaotic.
How dare you call our Ming Cult heretical and evil?
Zhang Wuji's eyes were bloodshot as he scanned everyone present with a blank expression. Today, everyone would be his enemy!
In the future, I will surely kill them all!
"What are you looking at! You traitorous scoundrel! Prepare to die!"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Qingshu thrust his sword forward.
laugh!
The sword pierced Zhang Wuji's heart.
Zhang Wuji's head, swollen like a pig's head, drooped slightly, his gaze blank as he stared at the blood seeping from the wound, followed by blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.
Song Qingshu immediately discarded his sword, knelt down before the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Father! My fellow martial uncles, please forgive Qingshu for taking it upon himself to kill this scoundrel!"
"This person is utterly ruthless. First, he betrayed his master and ancestors, and then he disobeyed his fifth uncle. It's outrageous! Such a wicked and evil person deserves to be killed to appease public anger!"
"If any of you elders find fault with me, Qing Shu is willing to take full responsibility!"
After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he kowtowed heavily, until his forehead bled.
Song Yuanqiao raised his hand, opened his mouth, hesitated, and could only sigh helplessly.
The other seven heroes of Wudang looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
Finally, Mo Shenggu spoke up: "Qingshu, you did the right thing, but how are we going to face Fifth Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Sister-in-law?"
Song Qingshu immediately declared loudly, "Qingshu is willing to pay with his life!"
Upon hearing this...
Everyone fell silent again.
There is no harm without comparison.
Compared to Song Qingshu, Zhang Wuji is far inferior!
"Cough...cough cough..."
Zhang Cuishan coughed repeatedly, barely managing to speak: "Qingshu, you're a good child, this isn't your fault... Fifth Uncle should thank you... cough cough cough."
"Wuji is dead... I have no face to face Susu, so let me go with Wuji..."
Zhang Cuishan finished speaking haltingly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"Fifth Junior Brother (Fifth Senior Brother/Fifth Uncle-Master)!"
The Wudang people cried out to the heavens and wailed in agony.
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