Everyone's gazes were like daggers, making Cheng Kun feel as if his body was pierced with holes and bleeding profusely.

What frightened him the most was Zhou Zhiruo.

How could such a young girl, who is only in her teens, know so many secrets?

He almost forgot a lot of things.

He realized that if he didn't leave now, he might not be able to leave.

While others were still not making a move, he gathered his strength, let his internal energy sink, and pushed forward with his feet, flying out like an arrow.

However, just as he moved, he felt a huge force coming and hitting his chest hard.

The one who attacked was the Green-winged Bat King Wei Yixiao! He was very skilled in Qinggong and kept staring at Cheng Kun. It was extremely difficult for the other party to escape from under his nose.

"Get out!" Cheng Kun shouted and was about to attack, but he saw several other energy forces attacking him from behind.

"How dare the evil thief run away!"

"Give me your life!"

"Amitabha, the donor will stay and explain the matter clearly."

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Voices surrounded his mind. At this moment, regardless of good or evil, all the people from the Ming Cult and the six major sects shared the same hatred and attacked Cheng Kun one after another. Even Zhang Wuji took the time to throw a stone.

Zhou Zhiruo had already said this, and with Cheng Kun's desperate look, how could they not believe it?

Moreover, many things cannot stand up to scrutiny. After verifying them one by one, they found that what Zhou Zhiruo said was indeed true.

No matter whether it is the Ming Cult or the six major sects, even if they are full of conflicts, they cannot allow such a villain to secretly instigate them.

Cheng Kun is quite powerful and can be considered a top master in the world.

However, the person who took action was also a well-known figure in the underworld, and few were weaker than him.

These people were shameless and attacked in groups. How could Cheng Kun resist?

In a short while, he was breathing in more than out and lay on the ground dying.

Looking at the bloody hole on Cheng Kun's chest, White-browed Eagle King Yin Tianzheng frowned and said, "Aren't we going to keep this evil villain alive for questioning? Who killed him?"

"Such a person deserves to die!" Nun Miejue, who had accidentally killed someone, put away her sword with a calm expression.

She tilted her head to look at Zhou Zhiruo who had fallen to the ground.

Although he was still her beautiful and obedient disciple, she felt that he was particularly strange, as if he had become a different person.

Meeting her eyes, Zhou Zhiruo called her "Master" sweetly.

Nun Miejue moved her throat, but ultimately said nothing.

She was confused, her head was buzzing, and she felt that the situation was confusing.

She was very sure that Zhou Zhiruo, who had just climbed Mount Emei a few years ago, was just an ordinary person.

Seeing the little girl gritting her teeth and persevering in the demanding homework while secretly wiping away tears behind her back, she admired her and had the idea of ​​training her to be her successor.

Talent is secondary; this kind of mentality is particularly important.

Although the Emei Sect is not weak in strength, it is also due to the influence of its ancestors, and its foundation is somewhat shallower than other sects.

In addition, now the sect is made up of women, and only through forbearance and persistence can the sect become stronger.

She watched this disciple silently.

This little apprentice has been like this all these years. He is gentle and generous on the outside, smart and intelligent on the inside, and has a tenacious spirit that never gives up.

But when I think about it carefully, she seems to have changed in recent days.

Her liveliness and cheerfulness didn't seem fake, she completed all her homework impeccably, and she never cried in private again. She was so perfect that she seemed like a completely different person.

"Could it be that my disciple was really used as a substitute by someone else?" Master Miejue's eyes flickered, and she was confused and uncertain.

After dealing with Cheng Kun, the rest of the people looked at Zhou Zhiruo.

The culprit was killed and they didn't know what to do next.

Do we still want to fight this battle?

Where does she come from and how does she know all this?

And gold!

Does she think that this piece of news can offset the sect's accumulation over the years?

Various thoughts were running through everyone's mind, but no one spoke first.

Zhou Zhiruo chuckled and said, "I'm sure you all have a lot of questions. Don't worry, I'll answer them one by one."

Instead, everyone became more anxious.

"I am Zhou Zhiruo, a disciple of the Emei Sect." She spoke first.

Hearing this, everyone looked at Nun Miejue.

Nun Miejue stared at Zhou Zhiruo and said in a deep voice, "Are you really Zhiruo?"

"It is absolutely true," Zhou Zhiruo said with a smile, "but I was favored by an immortal a few days ago and got a chance to become an immortal."

Immortal fate!

Everyone's expression was different, but they all shared the same solemnity.

They are not ordinary people.

Zhang Sanfeng was known as a living immortal. Master Kongzhi was well versed in Buddhist philosophy and had met many eminent monks with profound knowledge of Zen philosophy, but he did not dare to mention immortals and Buddhas.

But they could not help but doubt the extraordinary qualities displayed by Zhou Zhiruo.

Can a mortal fly like her? "Those exquisite martial arts in your eyes, whether it is the Nine Yin Manual that has caused countless disputes, the Shaolin Yijin Jing, the Wudang Tai Chi Magic, the Mingjiao Qiankun Shifting Method..." Zhou Zhiruo listed the unique martial arts of the major sects, and then shook her head and said, "They are all shallow and crude garbage!"

Her undisguised sarcasm made everyone look indignant.

"True practice should be in harmony with the heaven and earth, one's body should be one with nature, one should control the creation of nature with one's body and transform it into great power..." Zhou Zhiruo spoke slowly.

She made some hand gestures and suddenly pointed into the air.

A terrifying aura suddenly spread out, and a bright light condensed in the air in an instant. It was a bolt of lightning that struck down and smashed a huge rock into pieces! The loud rumbling sound had long since dissipated, and the smoke and dust in the air had also fallen, but everyone was speechless for a long time.

This miraculous scene completely stunned everyone.

Those who were originally indignant that their sect's unique skills were called garbage were stunned and convinced when they saw this scene.

Lightning can be controlled by humans!

Their skills are really rubbish! "I took your gold just to give you a chance." Zhou Zhiruo smiled faintly and said, "Are you willing to become my disciple and practice with me?"

Her words made everyone fascinated.

Xian Yutong was extremely thick-skinned and kowtowed to the ground without hesitation: "Thank you, Fairy. I am willing to bring Huashan Sect into the Immortal Sect!"

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at him with disdain and said, "The Immortal Sect does not accept villains!"

Xian Yutong's face was pale.

He Taichong seemed to want to say something but stopped himself.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at the couple and smiled, "If you, the hypocrite, can be kind-hearted, I can give you a chance."

"Thank you, Miss Zhou!" He Taichong blushed and bowed respectfully.

"Who are Miss Zhou's disciples?" a Ming Cult master asked in a low voice.

"Of course it's Emei." Zhou Zhiruo said.

The master is determined to promote the Emei Sect. If he could accept all these people, wouldn't the Emei Sect immediately become the most powerful sect in history?

However, before anyone else could speak, Nun Miejue shook her head and said, "No, Emei and Mingjiao are irreconcilable, and they don't accept male disciples!"

The members of the Ming Cult looked at each other with annoyance in their eyes.

If they hadn't been concerned about Zhou Zhiruo, they would have wanted to curse at her.

The grudges clearly started with Cheng Kun. Many misunderstandings have been cleared up, but this guy is still so stubborn and insists on going against them.

The others also looked dissatisfied.

Except for Emei, most of the people from other sects present are men.

"You!" Nun Miejue looked at her and wanted to say something harsh, but found it difficult to say.

Zhou Zhiruo is different now after all.

Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to expose her own shortcomings in front of others, but she had been spending a lot of time with Xiaolongnu and Huang Rong these days, and her mentality had changed unconsciously under the influence of them.

In order to resolve these troubles quickly and wake up her master, she said directly: "Master Gu Hongzi's skills are not as good as others, and he was angered to death. He can't blame others. Does Master want others to think that we in the Emei Sect are not tolerant?"

"You... are so bold!" Nun Miejue was so angry that her chest heaved violently and she almost drew her sword.

Yang Xiao took a step forward and said with a straightforward expression: "Master, this matter is my fault!"

"I did speak harshly at first, but if you had used some tricks, I would have died with a rotten heart and lungs!"

"If you can't tolerate me, Master, then kill me with your sword. Please don't ruin everyone's chance!"

He closed his eyes, held his head high, and looked as if he was ready to die.

"Do you think I dare not kill you!" Nun Miejue drew out her sword with a "swish" and pointed it directly at Yang Xiao.

She hated this guy so much.

If it wasn't for him, how could her senior brother die! He was her most admired senior brother!

The tip of the sword was only a finger's distance away from Yang Xiao's neck.

The people of the Ming Cult were watching with eager eyes, ready to fight to the death.

However, Master Miejue never stabbed him.

"Master, since Miss Zhou has said so, I'm afraid it's true. When will the cycle of revenge end? We can't break the rules of the martial arts world." Guan Neng, the eldest of the Five Elders of Kongtong, spoke.

Zhang Sanfeng preached in the tone of an elder: "Victory and defeat are common. Gu Hongzi is arrogant and proud. Are you also confused?"

The others all spoke out to persuade him.

Nun Miejue's face turned red and white.

She is stubborn and hates evil, but what people say makes her realize that she is not right.

When she heard her other disciples also urging her to put down the sword, Master Miejue suddenly felt a little sad.

"Forget it, I'm old too!" She put down her sword dejectedly, looked at Zhou Zhiruo deeply, and said, "Do you still recognize me as your master?"

"Once a teacher, always a teacher!" Zhou Zhiruo said hurriedly, "What a disciple does is only to fulfill the master's wishes."

"My wish?" Nun Miejue murmured.

"Strengthen Emei and drive out the Tartars!" Zhou Zhiruo said word by word.

"Zhou Zhiruo, listen to my orders!" Nun Miejue suddenly said loudly.

"Master!" Zhou Zhiruo thought that the other party wanted to save face, so she knelt down obediently.

Nun Miejue held up the sword in her hand and handed it forward.

Zhou Zhiruo was confused and when she saw her handing it to her, she had no choice but to reach out and take it.

After she got the sword, Nun Miejue said expressionlessly: "Please bear witness as I pass the position of the head of the sect to Zhou Zhiruo..."

She turned to Zhou Zhiruo and said, "I hope you remember what you said."

"Strengthen Emei and drive out the Tartars!"

After saying these eight words, Nun Miejue raised her hand and slapped her forehead.

She was determined to die! The blood feud she had been thinking about for many years turned out to be just the wishful thinking of her senior brother.

The disciple had this immortal fate, but he was kept in the dark.

One thing after another made her feel like a clown.

She has always been proud and arrogant, and after the series of blows, she just wanted to die.

Zhou Zhiruo was still confused by her master's sudden transfer of power, but suddenly noticed Nun Miejue's actions and hurriedly said, "No!"

She mobilized her magic power and quickly constructed a wall of wind to block Nun Miejue.

Nun Miejue's palm was only half an inch away from her head, but she couldn't hit it no matter what.

Zhou Zhiruo quickly stood up and put the sword into her hand.

"Master, I am too young to be the head of the sect. Emei Sect still needs you!" she said.

Nun Miejue was disheartened: "I am just a foolish woman..."

Master Kongzhi of Shaolin said: "Amitabha, Master, you are wrong. It is a blessing for the world that you can train such a talented disciple..."

"If the nun is a mediocre and foolish woman, people like us will have no face to live in this world." Someone else said.

Everyone came to offer their comfort. Even the Ming Cult members, who wished Nun Miejue would die quickly, pretended to be affectionate and said a few words to comfort her.

Several of Master Miejue's disciples held her arms tightly, fearing that she would commit suicide again.

The kind words from everyone eased Nun Miejue's expression a lot.

She knew that these people showed kindness out of consideration for Zhou Zhiruo.

This made her feel even more complicated.

In her entire life, the shock her senior brother's death brought her was never as great as it is today.

"Master, I asked for a glass of immortal wine specially for you." Zhou Zhiruo took out a glass of wine and handed it respectfully to Master Miejue.

She bought this a few days ago. It wasn't expensive, but it was a suitable gift. She had planned to give it to the other party after she confessed her mistake.

Under the gaze of the martial arts heroes, Nun Miejue reached out to take it.

"That's thoughtful." She looked at her disciple deeply, then brought the wine to his lips.

The fragrant smell of wine wafted into her nose, and she was a little surprised, but she didn't think much about it and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, she felt a heat spreading in her abdomen and her body seemed to become a lot lighter.

Suddenly there was a cry of surprise from all around.

"Master, your face!" a disciple screamed.

Nun Miejue was slightly surprised.

"Master has become younger!" Master Kongzhi's eyes were shining.

Nun Miejue raised her hands, and only then did she realize that her hands were as delicate as those of a 28-year-old girl.

Zhang Wuji in the crowd widened his eyes, thinking that Master Miejue was quite pretty when she was young.

"This...what is this?" Nun Miejue's mood, which had originally calmed down, fluctuated violently again.

"This glass of wine can increase your lifespan by 250 years." Zhou Zhiruo said with a smile.

This cup of wine is called the Third Generation Blood Demon Wine and is worth one thousand time and space coins.

She had already bought two cups, planning to give them to two people who had been very kind to her.

Nun Miejue had strict requirements, but she taught, taught, and answered questions, so her gratitude was great.

Such a scene made the place extremely quiet.

Zhang Sanfeng's Adam's apple moved.

Everyone else's breathing quickened.

The magic skills displayed by Zhou Zhiruo made them jealous, but they were not sure whether they could practice them. However, how could anyone remain calm if a glass of wine could extend one's life by 250 years?

Nun Miejue felt the young and energetic body, and the haze in her heart was swept away.

"Good disciple!" She suppressed her excitement and smiled comfortingly.

If he wasn't my good disciple, how could he give me such a treasure?

"But the matter of allowing other people to join Emei still needs long-term consideration," she added.

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(End of this chapter)