Wudang Appears

"Meng Chen, you persecute your fellow disciples—you'll come to no good end."

"You rely on your profound cultivation to bully us. What kind of Eldest Senior Brother of the Chan Sect are you? If you have real skill, suppress your cultivation to the same level as ours and fight us fair and square."

"Master, someone is oppressing our Intercepting Teaching! They say we Disciples of Intercepting Teaching are all hairy and horned beasts! Come out and right this wrong for us!"

On Pointing Heaven Peak, cries of anguish rang out without cease—the Disciples of Intercepting Teaching shouted, cursed, and begged for help in an unending din.

They tried this way to draw Master Tongtian's response and escape their humiliation. Yet in Master Tongtian's eyes, their display was nothing but an ugly spectacle, a complete loss of immortal dignity.

If you lose, you take it. A heart full of resentment and a mouth full of curses only showed their cultivation was lacking.

Master Tongtian did not fully approve of Meng Chen's methods, but Meng Chen's words held great truth. Only by facing shame head-on and acknowledging it could one grow through it.

What were these disciples doing now? They couldn't beat their opponent, so they cried foul at every turn.

When had the Primordial World ever known fairness? When you meet an enemy, would that enemy suppress his cultivation to your level and fight you in an honorable duel?

Moreover, these disciples seemed to forget that when they dealt with Chan Sect disciples, they never spoke of fairness. The moment a fight started, they called for help and ganged up on a single person.

They couldn't do it themselves, yet demanded it of others—what was that?

Master Tongtian shook his head again and again in disappointment. What little reluctance he had now hardened his heart. Perhaps letting Meng Chen humiliate these disciples until they were stripped bare was a good thing.

If they couldn't even bear this shame, how could they seize a thread of life for all beings? More likely, they would seize the life of all beings instead.

Master Tongtian naturally wouldn't voice these worries to Yuanshi Tianzun. In cultivation, the Intercepting Teaching disciples had already lost. If they lost their doctrine too, then the Intercepting Teaching would be utterly defeated—face and substance both gone.

Meng Chen paid no heed to the shouting of these Intercepting Teaching disciples. A true immortal does not let his emotions be swayed by others' words. From the start, Meng Chen had set himself the standard of being a true immortal, not merely a cultivator.

"Eldest Senior Brother, how do you plan to deal with these Intercepting Teaching disciples? You can't keep them kneeling here forever, can you?"

Though Guang Chengzi found it deeply satisfying, he still worried about the reactions of Yuanshi Tianzun and Master Tongtian. After all, on the surface, the Chan Sect and Intercepting Teaching were one family.

Meng Chen shook his head and said lightly, "How could that be? I'll only make them kneel for five hundred years. I hope that five hundred years of wind and rain, bitter cold and scorching heat, will teach them what it means to be an immortal."

Guang Chengzi and the others instantly relaxed. A mere five hundred years—a snap of the fingers—was nothing serious.

"Eldest Senior Brother is wise. Ever since they came to Kunlun Mountain, there hasn't been a single peaceful day. Perhaps only this way will they gain some insight."

Among the Chan Sect disciples, there were no saints or pure lotuses. When dealing with enemies, they always struck hard.

Daoist Duobao heard this and nearly fainted from rage. They had only knelt this short while and already felt unbearable shame. If they had to kneel for five hundred years, what face would they have left to show before the Chan Sect disciples?

Daoist Duobao gritted his teeth and said bitterly, "Meng Chen, don't go too far. Fortunes turn—your cultivation won't always be higher than mine. Stop now while you still can."

Daoist Duobao issued a grave warning, relying on the fact that Meng Chen couldn't truly kill him, so he feared nothing.

Meng Chen paid no attention to Daoist Duobao's words at all. He let Daoist Duobao indulge in his fantasies as much as he liked.

He looked up into the void and said clearly, "Daoist Wudang, Daoist Zhao Gongming, since you two are here, please show yourselves."

At these words, Daoist Duobao's face twisted wildly, shame and fury spreading across it. What he feared most had finally come!

Daoist Duobao didn't mind losing face before others, but he dreaded Our Lady of Wudang and Zhao Gongming seeing him in this sorry state.

Those two always put on airs of lofty detachment, keeping everyone at arm's length and ignoring his overtures.

Those who shared their tastes had also flocked to them, forming other factions within the Intercepting Teaching.

Daoist Duobao couldn't even imagine how they would mock him after seeing him suppressed by Meng Chen.

In the void, two flashes of immortal light appeared, and the figures of Our Lady of Wudang and Zhao Gongming emerged. Our Lady of Wudang wore a white lotus Daoist robe, her expression solemn, her gaze complex as she looked at Daoist Duobao. Zhao Gongming, in a gold-ingot Daoist robe, held a golden abacus in his hands, his brow slightly furrowed.

Daoist Duobao was so ashamed he wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground.

When Guang Chengzi and the others saw the two, they immediately grew wary. Their cultivation was no less than Guang Chengzi's. But considering Meng Chen was present, they held their tongues.

So many Intercepting Teaching disciples had already lost—what could Our Lady of Wudang and Zhao Gongming do?

"Will you two not make a move?"

Meng Chen asked lightly.

Our Lady of Wudang and Zhao Gongming tensed. Though Meng Chen hadn't acted yet, his overwhelming confidence put them on high alert.

Zhao Gongming took a step forward, crossing the distance between heaven and earth, and stood opposite Meng Chen. Even facing Meng Chen, his expression remained calm.

"Since you haven't attacked me, why would I attack you for no reason?"

Zhao Gongming said, then pointed at Daoist Duobao and the others. "These people broke the sect's rules and provoked fellow Xuanmen for no cause. Their current fate is their own doing. I am not one to stir up trouble."

The Chan Sect disciples were stunned. They stared at Zhao Gongming in surprise. They hadn't expected that there were reasonable people among the Intercepting Teaching.

Wuyun Xian and the others were furious, glaring at Zhao Gongming. They felt that instead of rescuing his fellow disciples, he was making sarcastic remarks—utterly disloyal.

At that moment, Our Lady of Wudang also descended from the clouds. She too did not look toward Daoist Duobao and the others.

"Daoist Meng Chen, Jin Guangxian and the others disrupted the order of Kunlun Wonderland, and Yu Shuixian coveted Guang Chengzi's purity. Your counterattack was beyond reproach. However, without the Master's permission, you have suppressed so many of My Teaching's disciples on Pointing Heaven Peak. Are you not worried about harming the bond between the Chan Sect and the Intercepting Teaching?"