Song Yuanqiao felt guilty, tears welling up in his eyes, and his voice softened.
"Your father is doing this for your own good. Get up quickly and come back with me to Wudang Mountain to await your judgment."
“Go back?” Song Qingshu scoffed and sneered, “Going back means certain death. Do you think that old bastard Zhang Sanfeng would let me go? I killed Uncle Mo Qi, he will definitely kill me to cleanse his sect.”
"With your father here, you won't die so easily. Be good and come back to Wudang Mountain with me." Song Yuanqiao made his last insistence.
In the host's position, Master Kongzhi put his palms together, chanted "Amitabha," and said, "Benefactor Song, since Young Hero Song is unwilling to return to Wudang Mountain, why not let him join my Buddhist sect? Let the Buddha influence him, so that he can lay down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. My Shaolin Temple is still lacking a guardian monk in the back mountain. Young Hero Song is skilled in the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms and can take the place of the deceased Du'e."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao became furious and rebuked Master Kongzhi: "Does Shaolin Temple accept just anyone? They clearly covet Qing Shu's Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."
Seeing that there was something to eat, the members of the Ming Cult started to jeer and howl.
Zhou Dian spoke without any restraint: "Shaolin Temple is a refuge for evil people; it accepts all kinds of people."
Yin Yewang saw through it at a glance and said with disdain, "On the surface, he took in Song Qingshu, but in reality, he coveted the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. I think Master Kongzhi wants to incorporate the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms into the Shaolin Temple's martial arts."
The Bat King spat, "Pah! The Shaolin Temple is shameless!"
The Beggars' Sect disciples also struck the ground with their sticks and protested loudly.
They stated that they would rather execute Song Qingshu on the spot than allow the Shaolin Temple to receive the sect's unique martial art, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.
Upon hearing the mockery from the crowd, Master Kongzhi quickly explained, "You may not know that the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was originally a martial art of the Shaolin School, created by Bodhidharma. It later fell into the hands of the Beggars' Sect and became their signature martial art."
"Pah!" A senior elder of the Beggars' Sect couldn't stand it anymore and spat in the direction of Master Kongzhi in a fit of temper.
"Nonsense, the people from Shaolin Temple are really good at talking nonsense." The Beggar Clan's Grand Elder was unconvinced.
Song Qingshu looked dejected and utterly desperate. He looked up and roared, "I've been killed by the woman I love and my beloved father. How can I live on? You all say I killed Uncle Mo, right? Fine, I'll pay with my life."
He used his internal energy to sever the meridians, bang bang bang...
His body was riddled with countless bloody holes, and blood gushed into the sky, a scene exactly like when Zhang Cuishan committed suicide.
Song Qingshu committed suicide, his body falling backward.
"Son~"
Song Yuanqiao exclaimed in surprise, and immediately hugged Song Qingshu, sobbing uncontrollably with tears streaming down his face.
"He actually committed suicide." The people from the six major sects were also incredulous.
"Interesting," Lin Bufan commented. "A dignified death."
Xiaolongnu, worried about Zhou Zhiruo's safety, asked Lin Bufan, "Song Qingshu is dead. Will the Wudang Sect blame Zhiruo and form an army to deal with her?"
"No." Lin Bufan smiled and said, "Because I'm here, and you're all here, no one dares to touch our people, except... Zhang Wuji, who wants to save the Golden Lion King."
No sooner had we mentioned Zhang Wuji than he flew onto the arena.
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