Chapter 674: The Yellow-Robed Goddess
“Outrageous!”
At the critical moment, Song Qingshu descended from the sky. He hadn’t expected himself to blurt out a phrase so commonly ridiculed in wuxia films in his past life, but at this moment, he couldn’t find any other words to express his fury.
He never imagined that the supposedly virtuous monks of Shaolin would resort to such despicable tactics. Outnumbering an opponent was one thing, but attacking Zhang Sanfeng at a crucial moment in his internal energy clash? That was a blatant attempt to kill him.
Song Qingshu’s eyes turned red with rage. After neutralizing the various ranged attacks coming his way, his wooden sword hovered subtly at his side—he had already decided to go on a killing spree tonight.
Seeing the look in Song Qingshu’s eyes, Abbot Xuan Ci felt a jolt in his heart. He knew that today’s events wouldn’t end peacefully, so he made a decisive call, shouting, “Form up! Our Shaolin’s reputation is at stake. There’s no need to abide by the rules of the martial world—attack together!”
Song Qingshu chuckled coldly. “So, the abbot plans to keep the two of us here. By the time outsiders learn of what happened tonight, Shaolin can simply fabricate an excuse and cover it up. You’d also get to eliminate Wudang, your greatest rival. Truly a brilliant move—I really underestimated your cunning.”
He secretly regretted his oversight. Xuan Ci was the same man who had led the massacre of Xiao Feng’s family years ago. Back then, he could still blame Murong Bo’s deception, but later, he secretly had an affair with Ye Erniang, leaving her pregnant before abandoning her. As a result, Ye Erniang turned into a scourge of the martial world. Where did she learn her martial arts? Xuan Ci always preached benevolence and compassion—so why didn’t he stop her? And when so many righteous men died one after another to keep his secret, why did he remain silent? Only when Shaolin was forced into a corner at the great assembly did he finally confess.
In the end, Xuan Ci was nothing more than a hypocrite. Comparing him to Yue Buqun wouldn’t be an exaggeration.
As he assessed the monks before him, Song Qingshu calculated his next move. Xuancheng, Fangzheng, and the Three Dhyana Masters were still severely injured. The remaining monks of the Xuan and Fang generations might be top-tier experts in the eyes of ordinary people, but to him now, only Xuzhu and Xuan Ci were worth any attention.