The grudges between the Ming Cult and Emei were quite simple.
Several years ago, Abbess Miejue had brutally tried to kill her disciple Ji Xiaofu. She had even wanted to eliminate Ji Xiaofu's daughter, Yang Buhui, as well.
If Zhang Wu Ji had not realized that something was wrong and fled with Yang Buhui ahead of time, Yang Buhui would probably have died at Abbess Miejue's hands long ago.
Yang Buhui was the daughter of Ji Xiaofu and Yang Xiao, the Bright Left Emissary and acting leader of the Ming Cult.
The hatred of having one's wife killed was irreconcilable. As the acting leader, Yang Xiao naturally became sworn enemies with Emei.
Of course, these were the developments of the original world's plot that you knew. Whether they had deviated because of your interference was something you could not know.
As for your father's instructions, you naturally did not argue and accepted them with great humility.
Of course, that was only on the surface. In your heart, you did not take them seriously at all.
That was because your strength was far beyond the mid-Innate stage. You had reached the terrifying mid-Grandmaster stage.
In addition, both your Dugu Nine Swords and Soaring Dragon Steps had been raised to the Grandmaster level. With the three combined, you would not fear even a late-Grandmaster opponent.
In the current martial world, there probably was not even a handful of people stronger than you.
The only person you could think of was your grandmaster, Zhang San Feng. As for the rest—whether Shaolin's Three Du, the Xuanming Elders, or the Ming Cult's Bright Left and Right Emissaries and Four Great Dharma Kings—you feared none of them.
As for the Child of Destiny, Zhang Wu Ji, he had yet to mature. He was not even a