After taking a few more steps, Chu Qinghe gradually slowed down the frequency of his folding fan movements.
If it weren't for the thick layer of dark clouds in the sky, the sun would be shining brightly in this ancient temple at this very moment.
But at that moment, the sky was overcast.
Amidst the echoing mountain breeze, on Mount Shaoshi.
Besides the unique scent of incense found in temples, a distinct stench of blood began to fill the air.
The sounds of fighting, screams, and pleas for mercy, mixed with the clanging of metal weapons, echoed continuously throughout the summit of Shaoshi Mountain.
A once-prosperous, century-old temple is now littered with corpses and rife with infighting.
There's not a trace of the tranquility of a Buddhist monastery left.
As the battle ended and corpses littered the roadside, Chu Qinghe, fanning himself with a folding fan, slowly walked into the ancient temple with the women.
Listening to the sounds of weapons clashing and fighting coming from the buildings in the distance, and looking at the corpses of the Qinglong Society and Southern Shaolin disciples on the ground, Lin Shiyin couldn't help but say, "I never thought that one day even a top-tier force like Southern Shaolin would encounter such a situation."
Upon hearing the voice, Chu Qinghe said slowly, "In the martial world, you have to bear what you want to gain. Even the imperial court can hardly avoid struggles, let alone the forces of the martial world."
Suddenly, as Shuimu Yinji, who was standing next to Chu Qinghe, moved her gaze over the corpses on the ground, a sense of doubt arose in her heart: "Something's not right. These people from Southern Shaolin seem too weak."
Upon hearing what Jellyfish Yin Ji said, the other women were slightly taken aback before they also realized what was going on.
Qu Feiyan turned her head and glanced around before muttering, "Oh right! I haven't seen many corpses of Azure Dragon Society members along the way? How come the disciples of Southern Shaolin, a top-tier power, are so much weaker than those of the Azure Dragon Society?"
Chu Qinghe glanced at Ren Tianxing beside him and slowly said, "The people of Southern Shaolin have been poisoned. Disciples below the Grandmaster level can only exert 30% of their strength."
"Um?"
Upon hearing the voice, all the women immediately looked at Chu Qinghe.
Meeting the gazes of the women, Chu Qinghe pointed to a huge incense burner in the open space ahead.
As they watched the wisps of smoke slowly rise from the incense burner and mix with the smoke in the air, the girls understood what Chu Qinghe meant.
It was clearly the Green Dragon Society who mixed poison into the incense offered at the Southern Shaolin Temple.
Immediately after realizing what was happening, Lin Shiyin raised her hand to cover her mouth and nose.
But when Lin Shiyin turned her head to look at the girls who looked perfectly normal, a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.
"Didn't you say it was poisonous? Why are you all...?"
In response, Qu Feiyan said calmly, "Don't worry! With your medical skills and poison expertise, now that you know about this poison, you've probably already given us the antidote."
Upon hearing this, Lin Shiyin turned her head to look at Chu Qinghe.
Sensing Lin Shiyin's gaze, Chu Qinghe said softly, "This poison isn't too troublesome."
It's just a few simple words, but the meaning couldn't be clearer.
After learning that there was no need to worry about the poison permeating the Southern Shaolin Temple, Lin Shiyin slowly lowered her hand, and her emotions calmed down.
On the other hand, after replying to Lin Shiyin, Chu Qinghe shifted his gaze to Ren Tianxing, who was about ten feet away.
However, Ren Tianxing remained completely oblivious to Chu Qinghe's situation.
She didn't even glance at Chu Qinghe.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of a master of the Celestial Realm, he gives off an unfathomable feeling."
Afterwards, Chu Qinghe withdrew his attention from Ren Tianxing and continued walking with the women for a while. Then, Chu Qinghe lightly stepped on the ground with his right foot, and with a surge of true energy, he leaped up and landed directly on the top of the nearly three-zhang-high main hall in front of him.
Noticing Chu Qinghe's actions, the other women followed suit.
The moment they reached the top of the main hall, the scenes of fierce battles in the distance came into view.
After choosing a suitable vantage point, Chu Qinghe had no intention of going any further and quietly began to watch.
After climbing onto the rooftop, Lin Shiyin looked around and exclaimed in surprise, "They're attacking from different directions at the same time. The Azure Dragon Society must have mobilized three or four thousand men this time!"
Qu Feiyan responded from the side: "The Wudang Sect now has more than 10,000 disciples, not to mention the Southern Shaolin, which has stood for hundreds of years. The Southern Shaolin has more disciples than the Wudang Sect. It is impossible for all the members of the Azure Dragon Society to be Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters. Even with full preparation, the number of people needed to attack the Southern Shaolin will definitely be considerable."
Amidst this casual conversation, the entire summit of Shaoshi Mountain had by then become a chaotic battlefield.
In the northeast, several Shaolin disciples at the early stage of the Innate Realm were fighting against a late-stage Innate Realm martial artist from the Azure Dragon Society.
As the group wielded their long staffs, they subtly formed an encirclement formation, preventing the late-stage Innate Realm martial artist in front of them from finding any weaknesses in their formation for a short period of time.
However, at that moment, as one of the Shaolin disciples with a black mole on his face clashed his long staff with the fist of the late-stage Xiantian realm martial artist opposite him, the immense force caused him to stagger back several steps.
After recovering, the Shaolin disciple with a black mole on his face quickly stepped forward again, circulating his inner energy.
As he moved, the Shaolin disciple with a black mole on his face also swung his long staff rapidly.
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