As soon as Xuan Ci got up, with the rapid circulation of his internal energy, he rushed towards the Xuan-generation disciples who had been poisoned and collapsed on the ground.
It should be noted that the weakest among the people engaged in this fierce battle in the back mountain were all at the early stage of the Celestial Realm. How could they not sense the true energy fluctuations of the late stage Grandmaster Realm within Xuan Ci's body?
Almost simultaneously with sensing the fluctuations in true energy, the Shaolin monks at the Celestial Realm all took the opportunity to glance in the direction from which the fluctuations were coming.
Especially the monk Xuande who had just joined the battle.
When one's gaze follows the fluctuations of true energy, one sees Xuan Ci raising his foot and stomping hard on the chest of one of the Xuan-generation disciples.
He raised his hand and exchanged a palm strike with Si Hanfei in front of him. As he moved backward, Monk Xuande roared, "Xuanci, have you gone mad? How dare you attack a fellow disciple?"
However, in the face of Monk Xuande's roar, Xuanci sneered and took a step to the side, standing in front of another Shaolin disciple of the Xuan generation who was poisoned and lying on the ground.
Then, right in front of Xuande, he raised one foot and stomped down hard on the Shaolin disciple of the Xuan generation.
The moment the sole of the shoe touched the head of the Xuan-generation disciple, the condensed true energy and the contained power caused the head of the Xuan-generation Shaolin disciple, who was being stepped on by Xuan Ci, to explode with a "bang" as if a watermelon had been hit by a heavy object.
Seeing this, the Shaolin monks at the Celestial Realm all flew into a rage.
Meanwhile, Xuande and several other monks from the Northern Shaolin Temple, who were at the Celestial Realm, still harbored a deep sense of doubt.
I don't understand why Xuan Ci, the abbot of Shaolin, would poison his own fellow disciple at this time.
Beside her, watching the monk Xuanci slowly and deliberately torture and kill the poisoned monks of the Northern Shaolin, Wang Yuyan asked in confusion, "Why would the abbot of Shaolin poison the people of Shaolin for no reason?"
In response to Wang Yuyan's question, Lin Shiyin, who had already accompanied Chu Qinghe on several trips, said, "Perhaps, that person wasn't Xuan Ci at all?"
"Um?"
Upon hearing Lin Shiyin's words, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but look puzzled.
However, before Wang Yuyan could respond, the monk Xuande in the distance seemed to have thought of something and said, "You are not Xuanci, you are another person who has been hiding in the Sutra Pavilion all these years."
As soon as he said this, he sensed something was wrong. Monk Xuande gathered his true energy and raised his hand to strike Si Hanfei in front of him.
The moment their palms touched, using the force from their hands, Monk Xuande prepared to rush towards the imposter Xuanci.
Before Monk Xuande could use his lightness skill to rush towards the person impersonating Xuanci, Si Hanfei, after forcing back another monk in the mid-stage of the Celestial Realm, moved in front of Monk Xuande first. With a swing of his fist, his true energy swirled like flames.
The dull thud of the fist as it swung through the air forced the monk Xuande to press down with both hands, using his true energy to condense a golden bell to protect himself.
At the same time, a fist carrying surging crimson true essence suddenly appeared in front of Xuande and slammed into the golden bell formed by the true essence.
"Thump".
As the deep, resonant sound of the evening drum and morning bell rang out, the monk Xuande unconsciously took several steps back, and a flush appeared on his aged face.
At the same time, not far away, the monk Xuanci once again stomped on a monk's head and crushed it. Suddenly, he chuckled and then placed his hand on his own neck.
Immediately afterwards, the monk Xuanci tore off a human skin mask.
Without the mask that covered his entire head, "Monk Xuanci" revealed his true face.
With thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, and a square face, he exudes a sense of fortitude.
However, his hair and beard were all gray, showing his advanced age.
After taking in the true face of the "Xuanci Monk" in the distance, Shuimu Yinji uttered a soft "Eh?" and said, "This person's appearance... seems somewhat familiar?"
Chu Qinghe slowly said, "He is Qiao Feng's father, Xiao Yuanshan."
Hearing what Chu Qinghe said, the women, including Shuimu Yinji, looked at Xiao Yuanshan with a hint of surprise in their eyes.
At this moment, Chu Qinghe and the others did not use their true energy to transmit their voices, nor did they use their true energy to shield Zhao Min from the side.
Naturally, when Chu Qinghe revealed Xiao Yuanshan's identity, Zhao Min couldn't help but look at Chu Qinghe in surprise.
After a few moments of contemplation, Zhao Min smiled and said, "Heh! It seems that Young Master Zhao knows much more than Minmin imagined!"
In response to Zhao Min's words, Chu Qinghe smiled and replied, "I learned about it by chance. It's not as far-sighted as the people of the Great Yuan Kingdom, who actually left this hidden trick."
Upon hearing the voice, Zhao Min chuckled and said, "There's no way around it. The Northern Shaolin Temple has existed for a thousand years, and over the past few centuries, it has been secretly accumulating strength by using the Great Song Dynasty as nourishment. Its foundation is extraordinary. If we don't keep a close eye on things, we'll be at a disadvantage."
At this point, Zhao Min shook her head and said, "Unfortunately, that monk Xuande was too cautious, so Xiao Yuanshan's usefulness was slightly reduced."
Hearing Zhao Min's words, Chu Qinghe said calmly, "Last time, Master Zhang of Wudang was able to be ambushed by the people arranged by the princess because of his special circumstances. But the monk of the Northern Shaolin Temple who was at the peak of the Human Realm is not in the same situation as Master Zhang. If the princess wants to repeat the same trick, it will be difficult to succeed in ambushing him with the cultivation of a late Grandmaster."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Min smiled and said, "What Young Master Zhao said is absolutely right, so I didn't force anyone to give orders just now. It's fine as it is now."
As soon as the words fell, not only Qu Feiyan and the other women, but even Wang Yuyan understood Zhao Min's meaning.
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