Chapter 55
The return of the Sword Immortal.
The launch of the Sichuan Alliance!
The masters who had come to the Sichuan Alliance, which had been launched after the events in Sichuan that had shaken the martial world, finally arrived at the Qingcheng Sect.
Since the building of the alliance had not yet been built, the Sichuan Alliance was temporarily using the Qingcheng Sect as its headquarters.
The masters joined the martial artists of the righteous path who had been waiting for them in advance and, with a common enemy, spent a long time finding a point of agreement.
The Emei Sect, the Baidao Wumen, the Jinchuan Sword Sect, and the Qingcheng Sect.
Although the Sichuan Tang Clan had not joined, if they were to join later, the Sichuan Alliance would surely become a guardian force of the righteous path martial world that surpassed the Black Contemplation Fortress and was comparable to the Martial Arts Alliance of Henan.
The Qingcheng Sect was now crowded not only with the people of the Sichuan Alliance but also with the strange and talented people of the martial world and those with a will who had gathered after hearing the rumors.
Yue Shengwu of the Jinchuan Sword Sect and Sheng Houhu of the Emei Sect had many conversations to narrow the difference in their positions.
Although the story of the big context was finished, there were still minor adjustments left.
The more the internal organization of the Sichuan Alliance was delayed, the more anxious the people of the Baidao Wumen who had joined the Sichuan Alliance became.
Since the launch of the Sichuan Alliance had already been announced to the whole world, if the Black Contemplation Fortress, which had heard this news, were to raid the Baidao Wumen, it was clear that not even a single blade of grass would be left in the Baidao Wumen.
This was because the safety of the sect was truly like a lamp in the wind.
Jiang Huanchao was anxiously moving back and forth in his residence.
Although the Sichuan Alliance had been launched fortunately due to the sudden appearance of the Sword Immortal, the small-minded people inside were still fighting like dogs, only looking after their own interests.
Xi Xichang slowly shook her head at the sight of the anxious Jiang Huanchao.
The great sects, each with different beliefs and perspectives, had gathered.
How could their union be easily achieved?
There were more than one or two issues to be coordinated, including personnel, money, and their respective profits and losses.
Moreover, it was not a matter that could be solved by rushing, and the Sword Immortal, who had been recommended as the leader, was not a very suitable person to handle such matters.
"Since they said they would reach an agreement within today, let's wait a little longer."
"But what if the monsters of the Black Contemplation Fortress raid and something happens to our sect?"
The appearance of the Black Qilin had given Jiang Huanchao a great shock.
Jiang Huanchao clearly remembered the atrocity of the Black Contemplation Fortress, which had killed even the young disciples in the past.
Therefore, while he was trembling with anger, he also had a fear of the Black Contemplation Fortress in his heart.
"The first shovel has already been dug, and no matter how fast the Black Contemplation Fortress moves, they will not dare to provoke the Sichuan Alliance, which is gaining momentum."
In fact, this was the public opinion and the judgment of the Sichuan Alliance.
Although no one doubted that Baidao Wumen would be the place where a new great battle would take place, the martial artists of the Sichuan Alliance, who were like stars, would arrive to support Baidao Wumen before that time came.
Despite Xi Xichang's assertion, Jiang Huanchao's anxious heart did not subside.
While Xi Xichang and Jiang Huanchao were having a long conversation about Baidao Wumen, someone's voice finally echoed from outside.
"Sect Leader Jiang, Sect Leader Xi. You are ordered to come to the inner hall immediately."
"Hmm?"
The fact that both of them were called to the inner hall meant that something important had happened.
"I wonder what's wrong."
"Wouldn't that be the case? Let's hurry."
Jiang Huanchao and Xi Xichang stopped their conversation and hurriedly moved their feet to the inner hall.
* * *
Bang!
"What is the meaning of this!"
A voice of anger echoed in the arena where the masters of the martial world, who were like stars, had gathered.
At the bad news that the messenger had brought, the anger of the Tiger-Subduing Sword, Sheng Houhu, was truly piercing the sky.
"Hoho... the Black Contemplation Fortress, so quickly..."
Yue Shengwu, the Sword Mountain Step Rhyme, who was sitting in the seat of honor with Sheng Houhu, tried hard to speak calmly, but he also could not hide his bewilderment.
The story that the masters of the Black Contemplation Fortress, including the Black Qilin, had burned down Baidao Wumen in half a day was enough to shake the arena where the martial artists of the Sichuan Alliance had gathered.
The Sichuan Alliance leader, the Taoist Lingbao, who was sitting in the highest seat of honor, held his forehead at the sudden bad news and sat down.
Although he had expected that a troublesome thing would happen, he had not expected that the Black Contemplation Fortress would move so quickly.
'That Black Qilin...!'
The fact that he had done such a thing even though he must have heard the news that he had been inaugurated as the Sichuan Alliance leader was a clear provocation against him.
If he recalled the Black Qilin, who had been holding his breath and living in the Hermit's Valley in the past, it was a surprisingly agile action.
"Now, stop. Let's hear the story."
The Taoist Lingbao, who had calmed down the murmuring masters, looked at the prostrated messenger and opened his mouth heavily.
"Then what is the Black Contemplation Fortress doing now?"
"It is said that they are not moving from Baidao Wumen."
"Hmm... Elder Sword Immortal, isn't it their intention to welcome us at Baidao Wumen?"
The Taoist Lingbao stroked his beard at Sheng Houhu's words and nodded.
It was the Black Contemplation Fortress that had pulled out the pillars of Baidao Wumen in less than half a day.
But Baidao Wumen was also a pillar of the Sichuan martial world.
Their counterattack could not have been easy.
Although their strength was strong, the repeated forced marches would have exhausted them, so there was a high probability that they were catching their breath there.
If the Black Contemplation Fortress were to welcome the Sichuan Alliance at Baidao Wumen in Kangding, there were two major advantages they could gain.
One was to buy time for their tired subordinates to rest.
The other was that they could welcome the Sichuan Alliance, which was tired from the march, on a favorable high ground.
The Taoist Lingbao tried hard to maintain his composure.
He could feel the anxiety in the eyes of the Sichuan Alliance masters in front of him.
The worst-case scenario was that Mo Guangdi and the Black Qilin would step forward, but that had been avoided.
But if the Black Qilin had stepped forward himself, the one to face him had to be him.
"What about the strength of the Black Contemplation Fortress and the martial prowess of the Black Qilin?"
The messenger, at Sheng Houhu's question, glanced at the Taoist Lingbao's face and then carefully opened his mouth.
"The morale of the martial artists of the Black Contemplation Fortress is piercing the sky with this victory, and it is said that the Black Qilin did not even draw his sword this time."
"Hmph!"
The fact that the Black Contemplation Fortress had destroyed Baidao Wumen so quickly even though the Black Qilin had not even made a move was enough to once again throw the arena into shock.
"Not only that, but the skills of the newly appeared master of the Black Contemplation Fortress, called King Wucheng, are tremendous, and the second young master of the Black Contemplation Fortress is also with him, and his techniques are so powerful that no one in Baidao Wumen could block him. It is said that the Three-Fist Victorious Fist lost his life in less than half a moment..."
The Three-Fist Victorious Fist was a renowned master even in Sichuan.
The fact that he had not lasted even half a moment meant that King Wucheng and the young master of the Black Contemplation Fortress had tremendous martial prowess.
The expression of the Taoist Lingbao, who was listening to the messenger's report, changed very anxiously.
The fact that Wenzhong had not made a move meant that he was also preparing for a duel with him.
The difference between supreme masters was truly a single sheet of paper.
It was clear that it was a move to preserve his mental strength and to devote all his strength to a big fight.
The Taoist Lingbao felt as if Wenzhong's sharp sword was at his own throat.
Sheng Houhu, who was next to him, calmly fell into thought.
If their military forces were evenly matched, in the end, the contest would be decided by the difference in their sharp strategies and the level of their masters.
Since the momentum of the Black Contemplation Fortress was so high, if he were to make a mistake, his own thought of taking root in the Sichuan Alliance could be thwarted.
Moreover, due to the untimely bad news, the atmosphere of the masters in the arena was not very good.
"Since the Black Contemplation Fortress, fearing this alliance, has carried out such a vile attack, isn't it truly a threat to the martial world!"
There was a power in the indignant voice of Sheng Houhu that led the audience.
The masters of the Sichuan Alliance, including the old masters, nodded without exception.
No matter how great the momentum of the Black Contemplation Fortress was, the power of the four great sects was already gathered here, and no matter how much the Black Qilin flew and crawled, they had the Sword Immortal, the Taoist Lingbao.
"Sect Leader Xi and Sect Leader Jiang are entering."
Xi Xichang and Jiang Huanchao, who had appeared just in time, had enough power to raise the atmosphere.
Sheng Houhu stood up from his seat and strode towards them.
"What... is this?"
As the atmosphere was unusual, Jiang Huanchao asked the wall-like army.
Sheng Houhu stood before him with a mournful expression.
"The Black Contemplation Fortress has begun its attack."
"Th-then we must hurry, mustn't we!"
"It is said that Baidao Wumen has been defeated."
At Sheng Houhu's words, Jiang Huanchao's legs gave way for a moment.
Xi Xichang, who was next to the staggering Jiang Huanchao, was also surprised and opened her eyes wide.
"Are you serious? So quickly?"
"The momentum of the Black Contemplation Fortress was truly piercing the sky, and although Baidao Wumen fought bravely, in the end, it is said that they could not hold out."
"Th-then the remaining disciples..."
"It is said that most of them have lost their lives, and the rest are scattered, so it is difficult to confirm their life and death, so it is a great disaster."
"Th-this can't be!"
The sight of Jiang Huanchao, who was wailing in sorrow, was enough to shake the hearts of the masters of the Sichuan Alliance in the arena.
Someone slammed the table and shouted loudly.
"This grudge will be washed away with the blood of the Black Contemplation Fortress!"
"That's right! Blood will be washed away with blood!"
In an instant, a resolute fighting spirit bloomed in the mournful arena.
The Taoist Lingbao, who was watching this scene, could not hold back his hollow laugh and frowned.
'Sheng Houhu... that man is truly a talented person. Yes, that's how you should act.'
After the Sichuan Alliance was officially launched, Sheng Houhu had truly taken the lead in the preparations for the Sichuan Alliance, as if he were the right hand of the Taoist Lingbao.
His appearance was enough to make those around him bewildered as to whether he was the same person who had opposed the launch of the Sichuan Alliance at first.
And now, Sheng Houhu was embracing Jiang Huanchao, whom he had been confronting, and was widely publicizing his own popularity, and at the same time, he was arousing the fighting spirit of the alliance.
People are weak to tragedy, and emotions are easily transferred.
The sight of Jiang Huanchao, who had heard the news of Baidao Wumen, which had suffered a blow close to the destruction of a sect, was enough to arouse the fighting spirit of many masters.
'Looking at the atmosphere, it seems they will depart even today.'
If he were to drag his feet here, the Taoist Lingbao could be disgraced.
Moreover, if he were to remain silent here, Sheng Houhu could take all the good roles.
The main character originally appears at the end.
The Taoist Lingbao stood up from his seat and shouted loudly at Jiang Huanchao and the arena.
"The alliance will inflict a severe punishment on the Black Contemplation Fortress, which has committed a heinous act, and this True Man will take the lead in that place!"
Sheng Houhu, at the Taoist Lingbao's declaration, slightly frowned.
It would have been very grateful if he had remained quiet, but since he had stepped forward and covered his own prestige, it was unlikely that he would look at him favorably.
If the Sword Immortal were to take the lead, it would be a welcome thing for the Sichuan Alliance as it could reduce the loss of strength, but it was not a very good thing for Sheng Houhu.
This was because in order to occupy a large position in the Sichuan Alliance in the future, a 'martial achievement' that was suitable for it was needed.
'Whichever I choose, I have no choice but to suffer a loss.'
Sheng Houhu showed a bitter smile.
It was a matter of choosing between practical gain and honor.
Since he could not have both, it was a very sad thing.
Sheng Houhu drew his beloved sword and declared loudly.
"How can we entrust that role only to the Elder Sword Immortal in realizing justice? We will hurry our preparations right now and make the Black Contemplation Fortress pay for its sins!"
"As you command!"
As soon as the words of Sheng Houhu and the Taoist Lingbao were finished, the people in the arena quickly scattered and hurried their preparations for departure.
Sheng Houhu, hiding his satisfied expression, left behind the dumbfounded Jiang Huanchao and stole a glance at the Taoist Lingbao.
An old monster whose intentions were completely unknown.
A monster with a monster.
Sheng Houhu, recalling the 'using poison to subdue poison', began to spin his head hard.
(End of Chapter)