As for Wu Gensheng and Li Muxuan...
He would deal with them himself.
If they didn't cripple and frighten Quanxing this time, Sanyi Sect would never know peace again.
He had given Wu Gensheng time because he also planned to wipe them all out in one fell swoop.
"The sect leader is in danger. Surely you Quanxing members won't just stand by and do nothing?"
More than ten days later.
Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Several days earlier, Wu Gensheng had already entrusted Master Jinguang with delivering his letters to the Celestial Master Mansion, the Shangqing Sect, and the other sects.
He also warned them that members of Sanyi Sect had gone down the mountain to attack Quanxing members.
Meanwhile, Quanxing members had ambushed Sanyi Sect disciples, leaving them bleeding on the spot.
After a series of back-and-forth clashes, the two sides had reached the point of no reconciliation.
It seemed that a hidden hand was fanning the flames from behind the scenes.
For example, Yuan Jingui had sent provocative letters to the Celestial Master Mansion and the other orthodox sects.
Clearly, someone wanted to stir up a storm of bloodshed across the martial world.
None of this matched Du Yang's expectations.
Dawang Mountain, Gao Huzi Stronghold.
The sprawling buildings of Gao Huzi Stronghold had been constructed right in the bottom of a mountain valley, one tier after another, with towers and walls circling the entire place.
The terrain here was complicated. Looking up from inside the stronghold, one saw nothing but endless sheer cliffs, like iron walls.
By now, the stronghold was already packed with Quanxing members summoned by Wu Gensheng, including quite a few experts.
These masters were among the old guard of Quanxing's generation. Some were even "old monsters" who had kept out of sight for years.
The Quanxing members who had come at his invitation were nothing like the ones Quanxing had encountered earlier. They sat around a bonfire, drinking and carousing, while Gao Huzi's bandits kept watch outside. They were having the time of their lives.
The light from the bonfire, hemmed in by rocks, seemed to illuminate everyone's face—except Li Muxuan and Wu Gensheng, who were nowhere to be seen.
Then Master Jinguang brought Wu Gensheng out of a cave and into the stronghold.
"You're back."
"Busy, huh? Even when you're having a drink, you have to run off?"
"Master Jinguang, you're getting on in years, and you're still running around with him. Aren't you worried the old man might drop from exhaustion?"
"Gao Huzi, watch how you speak to the sect leader. This may be your stronghold, but do you really think your position as its chief outranks his?"
The Quanxing members bantered back and forth, teasing one another and having a grand time.
Some wore black shirts and gray headscarves, guzzling wine from big bowls and looking every bit the bandits.
Others wore suits and ties, looking completely out of place among these rough characters.
The villains all looked different, dressed differently, and had different personalities.
Some liked drinking and chatting, others snored away, and still others behaved so strangely that no one could make heads or tails of them.
But without exception, they were all Quanxing members: wild, unruly, and fierce, gathered from every corner of the land.
They kept shouting and arguing. Some even clamored to wipe out Sanyi Sect in one fell swoop.
After all, quite a few of Quanxing's strongest had gathered here. Mother Wu, Master Jinguang, Mr. Huang... any one of them was a rare sight.
Wu Gensheng, however, said he only wanted to meet with Quanxing's people and had no intention of starting a war with Sanyi Sect.
Then he had Master Jinguang take him somewhere else.
It was a remote, secluded valley, thick with trees, as if it were a world apart from the turmoil outside.
This valley was also on a corner of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Yet a vast, overwhelming presence hung over the place.
It wasn't deliberately released, but it loomed like a deep abyss and towering mountains, inspiring awe in anyone who felt it.
The moment he stepped into the valley, Master Jinguang came to an abrupt halt, the color draining from his face.
His eyes were fixed on the three figures standing ahead, especially the old man in the middle, dressed in a plain Celestial Master robe, with a lean face and warm eyes that seemed to conceal unfathomable depths.
"Cough! Sect leader, take care of yourself. This old man will take his leave."
Master Jinguang coughed up blood at a most inopportune moment.
For standing right in front of them was the current Celestial Master of the Dragon Tiger Mountain Celestial Master Mansion.
The moment he saw Zhang Jingqing, he felt ill at ease all over, like a mouse spotting a cat.
Zhang Jingqing even teased him, "It's been many years, Fellow Daoist Duan. You really did master the Golden Escape Streamer Light. Don't worry—just for that, I can't bring myself to kill you."
Before he had even finished speaking, Master Jinguang didn't hesitate for an instant. He transformed into a streak of golden light and fled.
Wu Gensheng's attention was entirely fixed on the three people ahead.
Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, as if he were simply admiring the scenery.
To his left stood a young Daoist who seemed somewhat reserved, though his eyes were sharp. It was Zhang Huaiyi.
To his right stood a tall, handsome man whose brows and eyes held a seemingly lazy yet disdainful air. He was Zhang Zhiwei.
Wu Gensheng's gaze lingered on Zhang Zhiwei for a moment. Something about him felt strange.
Facing the three members of the Celestial Master Mansion, Wu Gensheng immediately put on a cheeky grin.
"So it's the Celestial Master." Wu Gensheng greeted him with a grin, then turned to Zhang Huaiyi. "And you too, Daoist Big Ears. You're here as well."
Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei immediately looked at Zhang Huaiyi. He grew flustered and hurried to explain.
After a brief exchange, Zhang Zhiwei even walked over and slapped Wu Gensheng. But Wu Gensheng didn't fight back, so Zhang Zhiwei had to let it go.
Wu Gensheng got to his feet and told everyone to stop watching the spectacle.
In an instant, countless figures appeared above the valley. They were members of the major orthodox sects in the Inhuman world.
The people of the Art Sect, the Flowing Cloud Sword, Wudang Mountain, the Fire Virtue Sect, Teng Mountain, the Flawless Vajra, the Shangqing Sect, Quanzhen, Shaolin, the Yellow Sect...
It was a gathering of nearly every major orthodox sect.
Wu Gensheng was quite excited. He even began greeting people from the various orthodox sects, since many of them were old acquaintances, including Zhou Sheng.
Though he was the leader of Quanxing, he knew plenty of people from the orthodox sects. It was rather remarkable.
Most of the orthodox sects, however, shouted at Wu Gensheng, demanding that he reveal the truth and explain how he had caused Immortal Daying's death.
The atmosphere grew tense in an instant.
Wu Gensheng knew that Sanyi Sect's disciples would soon arrive. After saying a few things, he even managed to bluff the various sects into holding back.
Then Wu Gensheng fell asleep and told Old Woman Liu about his situation in a dream.
The Quanxing members who had been summoned also entered their dreams and learned what was happening to their sect leader.
Forest-Piercing Swallow of Quanxing acted at once, heading for the valley as well, though he remained hidden.
Dawang Mountain was some distance from Dragon Tiger Mountain.
But with Mother Wu there, it wouldn't be long before all the Quanxing experts summoned by Wu Gensheng arrived.
The orthodox sects' masters and Quanxing's elite would soon face off.
The Inhuman world would be in for quite a spectacle—a grand gathering of a rather unusual kind.
The main figures at this gathering would be Wu Gensheng and the people of Sanyi Sect.
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