Chapter 209: Divorce.

"You can't say that. Although our two families are not from the same country, we share the same roots. We are all from the Huashan Sect, so we need to visit each other more often." Xian Yutong was quite thick-skinned. Although Yue Lingshan's words embarrassed him, he seemed to have no idea how to spell the word "embarrassment.

" "That's not necessary. After all, we have never had any contact, and there is no need to visit each other now." Ning Zhongze stepped forward at this time, speaking with surprising decisiveness.

In fact, there is indeed a certain relationship between the Mengyuan Huashan and the Daming Huashan. They were originally the same sect.

However, due to some unsavory events, the founder of the Daming Huashan Sect left the Mengyuan Huashan Sect and was even forced by the Mengyuan Huashan Sect to travel to the Daming Kingdom. After establishing a foothold in the Daming Kingdom, he founded the Daming Huashan Sect.

Of course, this is the root cause.

Now, because of Ye Xiu, the Huashan Sect of the Ming Dynasty has formed an alliance with the Wudang Sect. With the protection of the Wudang Sect, they can develop smoothly.

However, the Huashan Sect of the Yuan Dynasty has clearly joined forces with other sects to force the Wudang Sect to surrender, which is simply treating the Wudang Sect as an enemy. Given

the relationship between the Huashan Sect of the Ming Dynasty and the Wudang Sect, if they said they wanted to cooperate with the Huashan Sect of the Yuan Dynasty at this time, it would be almost equivalent to betraying the Wudang Sect.

So no matter the reason, Ning Zhongze would never agree to Xian Yutong's words.

Ning Zhongze's words made Xian Yutong's face look a little ugly. On the contrary, the people of the Wudang Sect looked at the Huashan Sect of the Ming Dynasty with a little more favor in their eyes.

"We'll discuss your Huashan Sect's affairs later. Right now, the most important thing is the whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer—the Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun. Zhang Cuishan used a self-torture tactic, but we can't let them fool us like that. You, the Wudang Sect, must give us an explanation now. Tell us the whereabouts of the Dragon Slayer—the Golden-Haired Lion King, Xie Xun." Xi Huazi of the Kunlun Sect suddenly started shouting.

This, in turn, made the others realize they had come to the Wudang Sect for the Dragon Slaying Sword, not to witness a bickering between the two Huashan Sects. So, they joined in the shouting.

Zhang Sanfeng, the old Taoist, had a somber expression. This

was, after all, a world of comprehensive martial arts. Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation had reached the Celestial Realm, and above that, the even higher realm of the Earthly Immortal Realm. Therefore, Zhang Sanfeng's drive remained undimmed. Though he appeared to have softened, his age had not yet waned his indecisiveness.

Especially since just now, his disciple had been nearly driven to death by these people. Of course, Zhang Sanfeng knew that Zhang Cuishan's suicide attempt was largely driven by his inability to accept that his wife, Yin Susu, had caused his third senior brother, Yu Dayan, to remain bedridden for so many years. However, he couldn't kill Yin Susu to avenge Yu Dayan, and therefore felt ashamed to face him, leading to his suicidal thoughts.

The rioters outside were only part of the reason.

However, Zhang Sanfeng was human, and he would vent his anger.

A powerful aura emanated from Zhang Sanfeng, completely ignoring those who, aside from Ye Xiu and Lu Xiaofeng, held goodwill or were neutral, such as the numerous Emei disciples. As for the remaining shouters, they were completely enveloped by Zhang Sanfeng's powerful and terrifying aura.

In an instant, the previously chaotic scene was hushed, without even a trace of noise.

"Perhaps because I haven't fought in so many years, and haven't traveled much, many have forgotten my name." Zhang Sanfeng's tone was calm, yet it chilled the hearts of most present.

"Aren't you here seeking the Dragon Slaying Sword? Then, I declare once again, this Dragon Slaying Sword belongs to the Wudang Sect from now on! Anyone who dares to covet it is treasonously opposing the Wudang Sect!" Zhang Sanfeng decisively claimed the Dragon Slaying Sword for himself.

Those who had previously struggled to speak under Zhang Sanfeng's aura were now even more overcome by the shock of his direct decision.

Some even rolled their eyes and fainted.

Even those who remained unconscious no longer had the courage to challenge the Wudang Sect for the Sword.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng seemed to suddenly sense something unusual: "Who's there?"

The two people hiding there, caught Zhang Sanfeng's eye, panicked. A child they had been holding suddenly broke free and cried out, "Save me, Mom, Dad, save me!"

"Wuji, it's Wuji! Master Zhang, please save Wuji!" Yin Susu, upon hearing Zhang Wuji's voice, knelt on the ground and prepared to kowtow to Zhang Sanfeng.

Upon hearing Yin Susu's words, Zhang Sanfeng was certain Zhang Wuji was there, and without a second thought, he rushed towards him.

The two Xuanming Elders who had held Zhang Wuji hostage had initially been indifferent to him, believing their captivity guaranteed them safety.

But after witnessing Zhang Sanfeng's immediate devastation, they realized their previous assumptions had been too far-fetched.

The moment Zhang Wuji cried for help, they knew they could no longer hold him hostage.

Hebi Weng then controlled his palm power and struck Zhang Wuji, just enough to inflict the Mysterious Nether Palm's venomous force into Zhang Wuji's body without harming him. This was his way of delaying Zhang Sanfeng. Then, he and his junior brother turned and fled.

However, Hebi Weng and his junior brother had ultimately underestimated Zhang Sanfeng, or more accurately, underestimated the power of the Celestial Being.

They turned and ran, one in front of the other, covering dozens of meters in the blink of an eye.

But Zhang Sanfeng appeared behind them in an instant, completely oblivious to their presence. Even as his palms pressed against their backs, they remained completely unaware.

After being struck by Zhang Sanfeng's palm, they sprinted for hundreds of meters before suddenly feeling a wave of fatigue, as if all their strength had been drained. Suddenly, they felt a sharp pain in their bodies, and they collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Two masters of the ninth level of the Grandmaster Realm met their end in silence at Zhang Sanfeng's hands.

While the bodies of Hebi Weng and Hebi Weng lay sprawled on the ground, Zhang Sanfeng had already returned to the main hall, carrying Zhang Wuji.

"Wuji, Wuji, my child—" Yin Susu, overjoyed at Zhang Sanfeng's instantaneous return of Zhang Wuji, rushed forward. However, as her hand touched Zhang Wuji, it felt as if she had touched millennia-old profound ice, a chilling sensation that made her instinctively withdraw.

"The child was struck by the cold palm power of those two men and needs immediate healing," Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Master Zhang—"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything," he said, placing a hand on Zhang Wuji's back, infusing him with pure, pure Yang Qi.

However, Zhang Wuji was too young and hadn't practiced much martial arts, so his internal organs were extremely fragile. Zhang Sanfeng wanted to force the cold out of Zhang Wuji's body, but he had to consider Zhang Wuji's condition. For the time being, he could only suppress the coldness in Zhang Wuji's body.

"Everyone, the Dragon Slaying Sword has been transferred to the Wudang Sect. It's time for you to leave," Zhang Sanfeng said to the people in front of the hall.

At the same time, Zhang Sanfeng's imposing aura once again enveloped the crowd, as if he would smack them to death with a single blow if they didn't retreat.

His murderous intent was barely concealed.

Under this chilling threat, few dared to harbor any dissenting thoughts.

"The Huashan Sect bids farewell!" Xian Yutong, seemingly the most tactful, bowed and departed with the Huashan Sect.

With the Huashan Sect's lead, the others began to evacuate.

"Since Wudang has matters to attend to, the Emei Sect bids farewell as well. This is a gift from Emei for Master Zhang. Please, wait." Before departing, the Emei disciples presented Zhang Sanfeng with their birthday presents.

Compared to those who had already left the mountain, the Emei Sect was far more polite. They had truly prepared gifts for the Wudang Sect, and they were quite valuable. Not only were there pearls and jadeite, but they had also specially prepared a burial robe for Zhang Sanfeng.

A hundred-year-old burial garment, with one hundred longevity characters inscribed on it, each in a unique font.

If the pearls and jade were valuable birthday gifts, then this hundred-year-old burial garment was a gift they had carefully prepared.

"Hahaha, then, thank you, Emei, for the gift. However, Wudang is experiencing many inconveniences this time, so I cannot retain the position of heir." Zhang Sanfeng's mood brightened upon seeing the Emei gift. He smiled and accepted the gift, expressing his gratitude to the Emei disciples.

After presenting their gifts, the Emei disciples also left Wudang, eager to return and inform their master, Nun Miejue, that the Wudang Sect intended to claim the Dragon Slayer.

Even the Emei sect had left Lu Xiaofeng, and Shangguan Haitang and the others followed suit, presenting their gifts and departing. Ye Xiu and

the others were about to follow suit, presenting their prepared gifts and preparing to leave.

However, they were stopped by the Wudang disciples.

After all, it was Ye Xiu who had saved Zhang Cuishan from suicide.

For this reason alone, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't let Ye Xiu go.

Seeing this, Ye Xiu and his group had no choice but to return to the courtyard where they had previously lived.

After Ye Xiu and the others returned,

Zhang Sanfeng officially began treating Zhang Wuji's injuries and removing the poison.

"I didn't expect Wuji to be struck by the Mysterious Nether Palm. This palm is incredibly powerful, and Wuji has never practiced martial arts, so his internal organs are weak. Fortunately, I, the Taoist, previously created a martial art that is just right for Wuji to practice." Zhang Sanfeng spoke calmly as he continued to infuse Zhang Wuji with pure Yang Qi, protecting his internal organs.

In reality, the Mysterious Nether Palm was nothing to Zhang Sanfeng, who had already reached the Celestial Realm. However, Zhang Wuji was young and had never practiced martial arts, so he had to consider his safety and could not forcefully expel the cold from his body.

If Zhang Wuji had some martial arts experience, Zhang Sanfeng would have forced the cold out of him long ago.

Yin Susu heaved a sigh of relief when she heard what Zhang Sanfeng said.

"Wuji, I will now tell you about the Rama Internal Power, and then you will move the true energy in your body according to what I say." Zhang Sanfeng said to Zhang Wuji in a kind tone.

"Oh, Wuji got it." Zhang Wuji nodded in response.

Yin Susu saw that Zhang Sanfeng was going to tell Zhang Wuji about the Rama Internal Power, so she turned around and left tactfully.

Seeing Yin Susu's behavior, Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything.

After all, the Rama Internal Power was indeed a martial art that he had painstakingly created .

Of course, if Yin Susu stayed, Zhang Sanfeng would not deliberately exclude Yin Susu. After all, Yin Susu was Zhang Cuishan's wife and gave birth to a son like Zhang Wuji.

Yin Susu was also a member of the Wudang Sect.

However, Zhang Sanfeng would not deliberately say anything about Yin Susu's behavior.

Zhang Sanfeng then began to explain the inner skills of the Luo Mo internal energy to Zhang Wuji. He then went on to explain in detail how to practice it and what precautions to take.

Throughout this process, Zhang Sanfeng continued to infuse Zhang Wuji with pure Yang Qi, protecting his internal organs.

This lecture lasted nearly two hours, and during these two hours, Zhang Sanfeng remained unfazed, seemingly unfazed by the strain.

This two-hour infusion of Qi required not only a sufficient amount of pure Yang Qi but also required the mental effort of controlling the intensity, speed, and other details of the infusion, a considerable effort. Yet, Zhang Sanfeng performed this act as if it were no problem at all.

Only a peerless master at the Heavenly Man Realm could achieve this feat.

While Zhang Sanfeng was explaining the Luo Mo internal energy to Zhang Wuji, Zhang Cuishan, who had been knocked unconscious by Ye Xiu, finally awoke.

Upon hearing that Zhang Wuji had been rescued, Zhang Cuishan rushed over.

But when Zhang Cuishan saw Yin Susu outside, his expression changed again.

"Fifth Brother—" Yin Susu instinctively called out upon seeing Zhang Cuishan. After all, to Yin Susu, Zhang Cuishan was her rock, especially on Wudang Mountain, where she knew only Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Cuishan's face darkened upon seeing Yin Susu, and he remained silent, even ignoring her as he quickly walked into the room.

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng treating Zhang Wuji's wounds and removing the poison, and knowing that he was fine, Zhang Cuishan breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, Zhang Cuishan walked out again and stood before Yin Susu.

"Fifth Brother—"

"Yin Susu, we, we don't have any relationship anymore!" Zhang Cuishan said to Yin Susu after a moment's silence.

"What? Fifth Brother, you, what did you say, no relationship anymore? What do you mean by that?" Yin Susu was struck by lightning, her mind blank. She stared at Zhang Cuishan in disbelief.

"Yin Susu, you know, you should have known. From the moment you hurt my Third Senior Brother, you should have known this would be the outcome. If I had known you were going to hurt him, I—" Zhang Cuishan lowered his head, his tone cold and still tinged with a hint of cruelty.

"Fifth Brother, we've been together for over ten years, and I even gave birth to Wuji for you. And you, you actually, you actually treated me like this?" Yin Susu couldn't help but question.

"If it weren't for Wuji, do you think I would just divorce you?" Zhang Cuishan's tone now became icy and indifferent, as if he no longer had any feelings for Yin Susu.

"If it weren't for Wuji, would you still want to kill me?" Yin Susu stared at Zhang Cuishan intently.

"If Third Senior Brother wasn't able to stand up now, I would have killed you!" Zhang Cuishan suddenly raised his head and looked at Yin Susu coldly. Of course, there was one more thing he didn't say: after killing Yin Susu, he would choose to commit suicide and leave with her.

"Zhang Cuishan, okay, okay, okay! I finally see you clearly now, Zhang Cuishan!" Yin Susu gritted her teeth, her gums bleeding, and looked at Zhang Cuishan with hatred.

Zhang Cuishan remained silent, then turned and left.

Watching Zhang Cuishan's retreating figure, Yin Susu's eyes filled with grief and sorrow. She knew that she had hurt Yu Daying, and that Yu Daying had been crippled and bedridden for so many years. If Yu Daying had wanted to kill her, she wouldn't have felt wronged.

But Zhang Cuishan, her husband of over a decade, was now treating her like this.

Yin Susu couldn't help but harbor a certain hatred for him. If it weren't for Zhang Wuji's need for Zhang Sanfeng's care, Yin Susu would have wished she had left the Wudang Clan immediately.

Meanwhile, Zhang Cuishan, having left, quickly returned to Yu Daying.

With a plop,

Zhang Cuishan knelt before Yu Daying: "Third Brother, I'm sorry!"

"Cuishan, what are you doing? Hurry up and get up!" Seeing Zhang Cuishan kneeling before him, Yu Daying hurriedly tried to support him, but due to his condition, he couldn't.

Song Yuanqiao and others looked at Zhang Cuishan like this, but did not say anything. After all, even if this was a matter between Zhang Cuishan and Yu Daying, they needed to solve it themselves.

"Third senior brother, I have divorced Yin Susu, and Yin Susu and I will no longer have any relationship in the future. But, I hope that third senior brother will not hate Yin Susu in the future." As he said, Zhang Cuishan kowtowed to Yu Daying on the ground several times.

"How can you-" Yu Daying's eyes widened. He did not expect Zhang Cuishan to divorce Yin Susu.

"Third senior brother, since I knew that Yin Susu was the culprit who hurt you, third senior brother, there is no longer any possibility of any relationship between her and me." Zhang Cuishan said in a firm tone.

"Alas!" Yu Daying sighed, and felt a little guilty.