The Emei School took its name from Mount Emei, an ancient sacred site for immortal cultivation and the study of the Dao.
It originated in the pre-Qin era and was said to have been founded by the White Ape Daoist, then brought to prominence by the White-Browed Daoist.
The Buddha-Hand Horsetail Whisk had been refined from the right arm of Dharma, the founding patriarch of Buddhism, after the White-Browed Daoist severed it with a single sword strike.
Thus, Emei and the Buddhists had been locked in endless conflict.
This latest calamity facing the Emei School had also come from the Buddhists. Zen Master Kongjian of the Lesser Thunderclap Temple had arrived at the foot of Mount Emei with three disciples and announced that he would come to challenge them in three days.
If he won, he would seize Emei's treasured grounds for his own cultivation.
If he lost, he would ascend to the Western Paradise.
"So that monk wants to wipe out your entire Emei School in one fell swoop."
"Yes. We know that's what he intends, but we have no choice but to recall every disciple away from the school. Damn it, our sect leader's token and the Twelve Transformations of Heaven and Earth weren't passed down to us. Otherwise, how could we have let a bald donkey like him come right to the foot of Mount Emei?"
The young man gritted his teeth.
Zhang Hongxing looked at the group of seventeen- and eighteen-year-old "disciples" before him, all dressed head to toe in "Xia Kingdom Li-Ning," and felt rather baffled.
Had the young man not kept saying "our Emei School," he really would have suspected this was just some academy in the mountains.
Soon, the young man finally noticed the odd look in Zhang Hongxing's eyes and hurriedly explained: