svetikya Chapter 68: Storming Bright Peak and Stealing All the Money
Chapter 68: Storming Bright Peak and Stealing All the Money
The masked man was none other than Cheng Kun.
Cheng Kun, who was known as the "Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Hand" and later joined Shaolin in order to destroy the Ming Cult, is now known as "Yuanzhen".
"The White-browed Eagle King has a grandson, the son of Zhang Wuji, the Fifth Hero of Wudang."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao vaguely guessed what he wanted to say.
She immediately gave him a cold glance.
"Wuji was injured by the Xuanming Elders, and the cold poison entered his body. He is currently receiving treatment at Wudang."
Cheng Kun didn't take it to heart and continued speaking.
"But the White-browed Eagle King didn't know that."
He scanned the assembled experts.
"An old man in his seventies or eighties would be very happy to suddenly reunite with his grandson."
"But what if his grandson suddenly launches a sneak attack?"
"I'm 90% confident we can take down the White-browed Eagle King."
Elder Tian was so excited that he jumped up from his chair and danced with joy.
"A brilliant plan!"
He was beaming with joy.
"That way, we can kill the White-browed Eagle King and the Green-winged Bat King, and rob all the money from Bright Peak!"
Elder Zou was also so excited that his face turned red, and he rubbed his hands together.
"Then they'd sell the women to brothels!"
"Well said!"
Song Yuanqiao stared at them expressionlessly.
"We are a reputable sect, how could we do such a thing?"
"Using my junior brother's son? I don't approve!"
Elder Tian and Elder Zou exchanged a glance and sat down awkwardly.
Kunlun Sect Leader He Taichong slowly stroked his beard and spoke leisurely.
"Those who achieve great things do not concern themselves with trifles; I agree with Master Yuanzhen's statement."
Master Jingxuan also spoke coldly, her gaze piercing Song Yuanqiao like an ice pick.
"The demonic sect is cunning and ruthless. If we cling to those outdated rules, we will only cause more righteous comrades to sacrifice themselves in vain."
"However, Master Yuanzhen, while your plan is ingenious, there is a problem..."
She paused.
"Zhang Wuji himself is at Wudang. Who do you want to find to impersonate him?"
Cheng Kun seemed to have anticipated this question, and he turned and called out loudly towards the outside of the tent.
"Come in."
The curtain was lifted, and a figure dressed in children's clothes with his head down walked in.
The person was short, looked to be only about ten years old, and kept his head down, making it impossible to see his face.
Tang Wenliang, the leader of the Kongtong Sect, raised a question.
"This boy is too young. Even if he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, his skills won't be very high."
"Even if we manage to deceive the White-browed Eagle King, it probably won't be enough to cause him any real harm, right?"
Cheng Kun immediately gave the order.
"Raise your head."
The man slowly raised his head.
A gasp of surprise immediately erupted inside the tent.
It was clearly the face of an adult!
His features were rugged, and his eyes were sinister, which contrasted sharply with his childlike figure.
"This person suffers from a strange disease that keeps him in the shape of a child, but he is actually over thirty years old."
Cheng Kun explained, a hint of pride in his voice.
"His swordsmanship is ruthless, and he is particularly adept at surprise attacks."
"At that time, we only need to cooperate in a play, pretending to have captured 'Zhang Wuji', to force Yin Tianzheng to come and rescue him."
"When the Eagle King was caught off guard and his mind was in turmoil—"
He made a rapier gesture.
"At that time, the remaining mere Azure-Winged Bat King will be nothing to fear!"
"No, I disagree!"
Song Yuanqiao once again resolutely objected, his voice trembling slightly with anger.
He scanned everyone present.
"We are a righteous sect, how dare we resort to such despicable means to deal with the demonic sect?"
"In that case, how are we any different from the demonic cult?"
"Can't we destroy the evil cult in a fair and square way?"
"Master Song"
Abbess Jingxuan suddenly stood up and stared at Song Yuanqiao.
"Is your vehement opposition really just because of 'underhanded tactics'?"
Song Yuanqiao suddenly turned his head to look at her.
"What do you mean by that, nun?"
"What do you mean?!"
Master Jingxuan snorted coldly.
"You know exactly what I mean!"
She paced back and forth inside the tent.
"From the very beginning, I've asked why Xie Xun would have escaped from Icefire Island in the first place."
"Unless someone secretly provided this information to the Ming Cult!"
"Who among you doesn't have a blood feud with the Demonic Sect?"
"Except for your Wudang!"
"Not only have you never had any conflicts with the Demonic Sect, you've even become in-laws with them!"
"In this way, only you will be able to pass this message on to the Demonic Sect."
"Now, the repeated thwarting of Master Yuanzhen's plans further confirms my suspicions!"
She stopped abruptly after speaking, and looked at each of the Wudang Sect members one by one, as if trying to figure something out.
"You're talking nonsense!"
Yin Liting could no longer hold back. He suddenly stood up, his longsword already drawn three inches from its sheath.
"Sixth Brother!"
Song Yuanqiao stopped him, but his own hand was also on the hilt of the sword, his knuckles turning white.
"That's enough!"
"Master Jingxuan, you have slandered Wudang time and time again. Do you really think Wudang is a pushover?"
"Ho—"
Master Jingxuan gave a cold laugh.
"Those present can judge for themselves what is right and wrong."
She turned back to her seat and looked at Master Kongwen.
"Master Kongwen, I propose that Wudang be removed from this operation."
"To prevent someone from colluding with us from the inside and ruining everything!"
Master Kongwen remained silent for a long time, slowly turning the prayer beads in his hand, before finally speaking.
"Master Jingxuan, please do not be angry."
"With a formidable enemy at hand, we must not allow the Demonic Sect to laugh at us."
"Master Zhang of Wudang is highly respected, and I believe that Wudang would never collude with the evil sect."
"but..."
After he finished speaking, he looked at Song Yuanqiao and changed the subject.
"Master Song, the plan to impersonate Zhang Wuji can indeed reduce our casualties."
"For the sake of the greater good, I urge Wudang... not to object any further."
"What a brilliant overall strategy!"
Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao's face turned mocking. He left with a single sentence in his hand.
The Wudang heroes looked at each other, then stood up and followed Song Yuanqiao out in single file.
An awkward silence fell inside the tent.
Elder Tian touched his nose and muttered to himself.
"Master Song, you're being a bit too disregard for the bigger picture."
Elder Zou: "Yes, yes."
"Master Jingxuan was doing this for our own good."
Elder Zou: "Yes, yes."
Elder Tian turned to look at Abbess Jingxuan.
"Master Jingxuan, don't you agree?"
Master Jingxuan glared at him coldly, without answering.
Elder Tian, having once again embarrassed himself, immediately became angry and muttered to Elder Zou in a low voice.
"That woman is so disrespectful."
"That's how women are; when they say no, they mean yes, and when they say yes, they mean no."
Is that really true...?
Inside the tent, the meeting continued for another half hour before the various factions gradually dispersed.
In the end, only Cheng Kun remained.
He walked slowly to the tent flap, lifted the curtain, and looked at the faint firelight on Bright Peak, ten miles away.
That face, which always carried a gentle smile, had now shed all its pretense.
Hatred, like a venomous snake, crawled out from the depths of his eyes, wild and intense.
He recalled Yang Dingtian's face, filled with shock and anger, before he died, and the last look his junior sister gave him before she passed away.
"Yang Dingtian..."
Cheng Kun's lips moved silently.
"You took everything from me, so I will destroy everything from you."
"The Ming Cult, and everything you care about..."
His lips slowly curled into a twisted yet triumphant smile.
"They will all be reduced to ashes tomorrow."