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"Hahahaha." Kong Yuhui got back into the car, now wearing a different set of clothes.

"That Tan Song really thought he could bribe my Old Brother Ding, but who would have thought he'd be outmaneuvered by a goose. Today his efforts have failed, and he'll probably never have a place in the Tan Family again."

Clearly, he used someone else's scheme to turn the tables on them.

"Father, is the trouble resolved?" Kong Siyan asked sweetly with a smile on her face.

"With your father involved, that's only natural," Kong Yuhui chuckled, his face radiating confidence.

He then looked at Zhang Rongfang.

"Brother Zhang Jing, we're almost at Wushan Prefecture. What trouble are you in? Tell us in detail, and if it's convenient, we can help you resolve it."

Speaking of which, my family is thinking of hiring a tutor to teach our two children Daoist scriptures Daoist Scripture explanations, to prepare them for their future development. You are well-versed in the Daoist scriptures, so why don't you Daoist Scripture?"

On his journey, after a detailed conversation with Zhang Rongfang, he discovered that the other party had an extremely profound understanding of the Daoist classics and was incredibly knowledgeable in terms of Civilian Skill and cultivation. At that moment, he was immediately moved to admire his talent.

"Thank you, Brother Kong. As for my troubles," Zhang Rongfang put down the chess piece in his hand and sighed softly.

"We've arrived."

"Huh?" Kong Yuhui and his daughter were taken aback by his words. They didn't understand what he meant.

Suddenly, a sharp shout came from outside the window.

"Who goes there!?"

Kong Yuhui's expression hardened, and he quickly opened the door and got out of the car.

His gaze swept around.

Suddenly his expression froze, and his body stiffened instantly, unable to move.

On the Official Road ahead, where the battle scene had just been cleared, burly figures clad entirely in black appeared once again.

Upon closer inspection, these Black-Clad Man were distributed in all directions, numbering no less than two hundred.

Most of them were holding crossbows, cocked and aiming in this direction.

The sharp arrows, like daggers hanging before our eyes, exuded an unparalleled aura of danger.

Even more astonishingly, among this Black-Clad Man, three, though their faces were covered with black veils, still had bald heads that vaguely revealed their identities: they were all monks! And one of them had a distinctive feature at the corner of his eye that Kong Yuhui actually recognized!

"Thousand-Faced Monk Jueying Master!?" He couldn't help but exclaim, revealing the other party's identity.

Jueying is a Super Grade master of the Western Sect Buddhist School, and one of the strongest individuals in the entire Shan Province.

He was in charge of most of the affairs of the Western Sect in Shan Province.

Kong Yuhui had seen the other person from afar at a banquet and remembered him deeply.

And now, the other party has actually brought people to Gulu in person.

Suddenly, Kong Yuhui noticed something with his sharp eyes.

Master Jueying's forehead was already covered in cold sweat, and his gaze was fixed on us with a strange, inexplicable luster.

The Grand Initiation Master's throat was constantly swallowing something, and his body... his body seemed to be trembling!

Trembling!? How could this be!? Kong Yuhui wondered if he had seen wrong.

"Grand Initiation Master Jueying, we are the Kong Family's caravan. You have met with our family head at our Kong Family residence before. Is there some misunderstanding that you have brought people here now?"

Suppressing his panic, Kong Yuhui immediately tried to pull strings and plead for leniency.

No one answered.

No one responded.

Jueying as if he hadn't heard anything, and the other two monks standing beside him were the same, remaining motionless and staring at the oxcart, as if Kong Yuhui hadn't said a word at all.

Splash!

A slight sound.

Zhang Rongfang stepped out of the carriage, stood on solid ground, and looked at Jueying and the other two.

Whoosh!

In unison, the three of them, like startled birds, quickly retreated several steps.

"Benefactor Zhang, the Jueying of the Western Sect Juechan, Jueli, and Jueli have come to invite you to visit Kongming Temple!"

The three people were clearly trying to increase the distance between them.

Despite what he was saying, the Black-Clad Man around him, who were aiming their crossbows at each other, became even more nervous.

Kong Yuhui could clearly see that the crossbow bolts being carried by someone were trembling slightly.

Could it be? Kong Yuhui suddenly turned around and looked at Zhang Rongfang was getting off the bus behind him.

Could it be that all these people have come looking for him?

This is the trouble he was talking about?!

He was horrified.

What on earth is going on?!?

Who exactly is Zhang Jing?!

A storm raged in Kong Yuhui's heart.

The joy of having just outmaneuvered the enemy was quickly extinguished by an immense sense of pressure.

Cold sweat broke out on his back, soaking through his clothes.

What on earth is going on?! Meanwhile, on the other side...

Jueying and the other two watched the burly figure step off the oxcart, their sense of vigilance and danger instantly surged to its peak.

Just now, Martial Uncle Kong Chi sent a message asking them to cooperate in intercepting and capturing Zhang Ying Daozi, who had secretly left his post.

But now, I can't get in touch with them.

We've completely lost contact with Martial Uncle Kong Chi.

The last news was that my senior apprentice said he would go and test the quality himself first.

When the group received the news, they were filled with unease, and some of them quickly looked up information about this Zhang Ying Daozi.

When they saw it, they were almost scared to death.

During his tenure in Citong, so many high-ranking Western Sect masters died on his side, and none of them had anything to do with him!

That's not all. Now, in Qingchuan, this Daozi has only just taken office, and a Grandmaster who had a conflict with him has mysteriously disappeared.

This is a grandmaster! Under normal circumstances, a grandmaster might not die even once every few decades.

As a result, wherever this Daozi went, trouble would happen.

Jueying and the others racked their brains for a long time, but since they couldn't contact Kong Chi, they were afraid that Martial Uncle Kong Chi would blame them if they didn't come.

If this is true, then this Daozi is far too evil. Jueying and the other two did not Worship God; they only began to Worship God the gods when they felt they had reached a dead end. They were still in their period of arduous cultivation, but now the three of them felt that perhaps things would have been better if they had Worship God beforehand.

At least the survival rate is higher. "So many people have come?" Zhang Rongfang was slightly surprised.

With a quick glance, he could roughly tell that most of these people were monks with extremely short hair.

It seems they were all sent by the Western Sect.

His gaze fell on Jueying and the other two, a gaze so tangible that it made them tremble.

Martial artists are not fools. Knowing that they cannot win, yet still insisting on coming up to their deaths, is not courage, but stupidity.

If they weren't afraid of being blamed by Kong Chi, they wouldn't have dared to come here so brazenly.

Kong Siyan also got off the train with a blank expression.

"How"

She was suddenly startled, seeing the people in the surrounding convoy looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy, holding weapons and forming a battle formation.

Meanwhile, in the surrounding mountains and forests, First Squad Black-Clad Man completely surrounded the convoy.

However, all the Black-Clad Man turned their gazes toward them.

Then, she saw her father standing to the side. His expression was grave, and beads of sweat glistened at his temples. It was clear that he was under pressure from those around him.

Following her father's gaze, she slowly looked at Zhang Rongfang in front of her.

Could it be?!

Her pretty face turned pale instantly, combined with the voice she had just heard.

She seemed to understand everything all at once!

This is the little trouble he was talking about!? Looking around at the Black-Clad Man surrounding the entire convoy, all armed with crossbows and other weapons.

Even so, these people were still trembling.

They seem to be afraid!

All eyes were on Zhang Rongfang.

Kong Siyan swallowed, unsure what to say. "Don't be afraid," Zhang Rongfang gently patted her shoulder. "I'll handle it."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to respond.

"It seems my whereabouts are now obvious; everyone knows." Zhang Rongfang sighed, not wanting to bring trouble to his sister.

So, "Let's go, I'll go with you and see what's going on with this Kongming Temple."

He felt he should talk to the people from the Western Sect.

Western Sect had caused him a lot of trouble all along.

If this continues, after defeating the younger ones, the older ones will come. If they keep fighting, sooner or later they will face the Great Grandmaster at the highest level of the Western Sect.

This is not what he wanted.

Ideally, there would be a way to solve this once and for all.

*** Wushan Prefecture.

Zhang Rongyu carefully supported her belly; now five months pregnant, she looked much fuller than before.

Not only did my belly get bigger, but the rest of my body also got fatter.

In the garden outside the window, pink orchids are in full bloom.

My sister-in-law Lu Mei Sha, was happily watering her favorite clusters of flowers and plants with a watering can.

"Life is getting better and better now. In the future, all I have to do is wait for the baby to be born, and then everything will be perfect." Zhang Rongyu gently stroked her belly, her expression tender.

"My family has also come to me, hoping I can go back." Suda Heqi, holding a cup of nourishing medicinal soup for the pregnant woman.

"Here, drink it while it's hot."

"Yes, thank you, my husband." Zhang Rongyu leaned gently against his chest, a warm smile on her face.

She had schemed and plotted for so long, all for this life? Using her husband's Lineage's power and her own hidden connections, she gradually took control of everything, becoming a person of high status! The two watched quietly as their sister-in-law hummed and sang a song in the courtyard.

"By the way, Rong Fang wrote to say that he wants to come and see me soon," Zhang Rongyu said.

"Really? What is he doing now? I sent someone to the place he mentioned last time, but he's not working there at all," Suda Heqi, frowning.

"My younger brother is all grown up now, and he has his own secrets," Zhang Rongyu said with a smile.

"This time he's here, let's try our best to keep him here. He's been gone for years. You're his only family in this world. How can you be so heartless?" Suda Heqi said in a deep voice.

"It's alright. He has his own ideas," Zhang Rongyu said softly. "A fledgling eagle must eventually soar high."

She trusted Rong Fang and believed he would take care of his safety.

When she came back last time, she found that her younger brother was different.

But this is the crucial moment for me. Now that my husband's position is secure, it's time to take the next step. The other side is also almost ready. We just need everyone to be there before we can expect great things.

The conflict Three Sects has erupted, and Ling Emperor is indulging in pleasure and neglecting state affairs.

This is the perfect time for them to strike! Soon, she will be able to resolve everything and settle all scores. Then, with the tide turned, she will have the strength and confidence to be second to none!

As for Rong Fang, he is still young and impulsive. He doesn't understand many things. We can explain things to him when everything settles down.

She would avenge her mother all by herself.

Looking at the pink flowers filling the courtyard, Zhang Rongyu couldn't help but smile gently, full of anticipation.

"Aren't you worried? What if Rong Fang..." Suda Heqi couldn't help but ask.

"It's alright, we're here for you and me, aren't we?" Zhang Rongyu said with a smile. "With us here to support him, no matter how badly he gets hurt in the future, we can ensure he has enough to eat and wear."

"That's true." Suda Heqi looked at his wife's smile, and his worries lessened somewhat.

Although someone recently tipped him off that his wife often associated with Confucian School, he didn't take it seriously.

My wife has always loved literature and history, and she comes from Barbarian Confucian, so it's normal for her to associate with people from the Confucian School.