Whoosh!
Disciples from various sects flocked to the scene, lining up in front of the electric tricycles to receive their boxed meals.
The burly old monk from the Dharma Hall whispered a few words in Master Kongzhi's ear.
Master Kongzhi nodded and smiled, "Master Li, there are too many people collecting the boxed meals. Let the Shaolin disciples distribute the boxed meals to you."
Li Huan's heart stirred slightly.
He knew that Cheng Kun was planning something sinister.
What tricks are they up to?
Li Huan remained calm and composed, and decided to play along, saying, "Very well, thank you for your trouble, Master Kongzhi."
Master Kongzhi immediately instructed the thirty-six monks of the Arhat Hall to help Li Huan distribute boxed meals and maintain order.
Li Huan lifted the lid of the food bucket, revealing a variety of tempting dishes.
Then, Li Huan moved the soup bucket onto the cart frame to make it easier to serve the soup.
Eight boxed meals were first placed on the table at "Shaolin Sandu".
Despite being a highly accomplished monk of the Shaolin School, Du'e, Dujie, and Dunan did not abstain from meat.
Li Huan specially opened three bottles of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) and invited the "Three Shaolin Monks" to drink to their hearts' content.
Xie Xun remained seated cross-legged beside Du Nan, sniffing the air as his stomach rumbled.
Li Huan asked, "Xie Xun, want to eat some pig's trotters?"
Xie Xun laughed and said, "The aroma of meat tells me that the leader's cooking skills are superb. My stomach is already rumbling, and just gnawing on pig's trotters is probably not enough!"
Li Huan laughed heartily, first serving Xie Xun a box of "braised pig's trotters with soybeans," then adding four "crispy roasted pigeons," which Xie Xun then devoured.
"Delicious! Extremely delicious! The fish is fresh, tender, smooth, and delicious!"
While eating the "spicy boiled fish," Du'e praised it enthusiastically.
They were so engrossed in the delicious food that they were too busy enjoying themselves to even offer any praise.
Xie Xun was wolfing down a pig's trotter in one hand and a roasted pigeon in the other, his mouth dripping with oil, showing that he hadn't had a proper meal in the dungeon.
At this moment, Zong Weixia from the Kongtong Sect walked over and glared angrily at Xie Xun!
"Xie Xun! Hand over the manual for the Seven Injury Fist!"
Xie Xun focused intently on eating the pig's trotters and roasted pigeon, ignoring Zong Weixia.
Li Huan said, "Zong Weixia, do you think Xie Xun would carry the Seven Injury Fist manual with him?"
Zong Weixia said, "Even if we don't carry it on our person, we'll hide it in a secret place! If Xie Xun doesn't hand over the Seven Wounds Fist manual today, even if the entire Kongtong Sect dies in battle, we will perish together with Xie Xun!"
Li Huan sneered: "You've already damaged your internal organs and meridians by practicing the Seven Injury Fist, and you still want to continue practicing it!"
Zong Weixia was taken aback.
Li Huan said, "The Qingling acupoint on your arm often feels numb and itchy, right? That's because your heart meridian has been damaged!"
"The Wuli acupoint on your leg aches on rainy days! This is because your liver meridian is damaged!"
"Also, the Yunmen acupoint on your shoulder often aches, right? That's because your lung meridian has also been damaged!"
Upon hearing this, Zong Weixia broke out in a cold sweat, utterly astonished.
"How...how did you know..."
Li Huan laughed and said, "Your internal strength is insufficient. You have been practicing the Seven Injury Fist so much that you have already developed health problems. If you continue to practice for a few more years, you will be paralyzed at best, and die at worst!"
Zong Weixia opened her eyes wide in horror.
Xie Xun suddenly stopped eating and said, "What the Master says is absolutely right! I was too hasty in practicing the Seven Injury Fist back then, which injured my internal organs, so I dared not practice it anymore! That damned fist manual was long ago thrown into the fire and burned to ashes!"
"What?" Zong Weixia exclaimed in astonishment, "You...you burned the Seven Injury Fist manual!"
The elders of the Kongtong Sect were also shocked and furious.
Li Huan said, "Xie Xun did a good job burning it. This kind of boxing manual is more harmful than helpful!"
Zong Weixia retorted: "The Seven Injury Fist is the treasure of the Kongtong Sect, how could it be harmful and useless?"
Li Huan said, "To practice the Seven Injury Fist, one must possess extremely high internal strength! For example, Zhang Wuji and I could only unleash the full power of the Seven Injury Fist without harming ourselves after mastering the Nine Yang Divine Skill!"
"Zong Weixia, between you and the four elders of the Kongtong Sect, whose internal strength has reached the pinnacle? Whose heart, liver, and lung meridians remained intact after practicing the Seven Injury Fist?"
Zong Weixia and the four elders looked at each other in bewilderment.
Li Huan said, "It's not too late to pull back from the brink! Stop practicing the Seven Injury Fist first, and then let Zhang Wuji treat you. His medical skills are superb!"
After a moment's thought, Zong Weixia finally understood.
He sighed, clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Thank you for reminding me, Master Li. My Kongtong Sect almost went astray and brought about its own destruction."
Li Huan asked, "Do you still want to reclaim the Seven Injury Fist manual?"
Zong Weixia shook his head: "That boxing manual has caused a lot of harm. Since it has been burned, let's just leave it at that."
A moment later.
More than 5,000 people in the square have received their boxed meals.
The woman in the yellow shirt and Shi Hongshi each held a boxed lunch and sat in the shaded area, eating with great relish.
Thump!
A disciple of the Wudang Sect fell backward to the ground!
Immediately afterwards, disciples from the Huashan Sect, Kongtong Sect, Kunlun Sect, Wushan Gang, Haisha Sect, and Shenquan Sect also fell one after another.
He Taichong clutched his stomach: "Oh no! The lunchbox is poisoned!"
Li Huan was shocked.
Holy crap, what's going on?
Song Yuanqiao shouted, "Master Li! You put 'Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder' in the lunchbox!"
Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder? Are you kidding me?
Abbess Miejue threw away the scallion pancake in her hand, quickly circulated her internal energy, and found herself powerless. She angrily cursed!
"Li Huan! You are so vicious! You really did put 'Ten-Fragrance Tendon-Softening Powder' in the food!"
Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder is a unique drug of the "Western Regions Vajra Sect," colorless, odorless, and difficult to detect.
After being poisoned, his muscles and bones were sore and weak, and he could not exert any internal force.
Those with high martial arts skills can still walk for several days, while those with low martial arts skills will fall to the ground and be unable to walk.
Previously, the leaders of the six major sects had been poisoned by the "Ten Fragrant Softening Powder" and were imprisoned by Zhao Min in the pagoda of Wan'an Temple, becoming prisoners.
At this moment, Du'e, Du'jie, and Du'nan were also poisoned and lying on the dining table, unable to use their internal energy.
Xie Xun, Xiao Zhao, Yang Buhui, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Yin Yewang, and others were all killed.
The woman in yellow, Shi Hongshi, and the Beggars' Sect disciples were all caught in the trap.
Abbess Miejue pointed at Zhao Min and angrily rebuked her: "Witch! You must have poisoned the food!"
Zhao Min said weakly, "I...I've been poisoned too..."
Li Huan said, "Old nun, don't you dare bite me! Zhao Min would never secretly poison me!"
Abbess Miejue said, "Zhao Min is treacherous and cunning. Besides her, who else has the Ten Fragrant Softening Powder?"
Zhao Min said, "You stinking nun, your memory is terrible! I told you long ago, the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder is in the hands of Ah Er and Ah San!"
Abbess Miejue snorted: "You feigned allegiance to Li Huan in order to gain his trust! Taking advantage of today's 'Culinary Conference,' you poisoned all the sects!"
Zhou Zhiruo frowned, unable to use her martial arts skills, and could only glare angrily at Zhao Min.
"Li Huan... I'm innocent..." Zhao Min looked aggrieved.
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