The moment Lin Lang heard that Ren Woxing had a plan, he felt trouble coming.
Things had been going too smoothly for the Sun Moon Holy Cult lately, and Ren Woxing had grown even more arrogant. Surely he wasn't planning to move against Northern Shaolin ahead of schedule?
Ren Woxing had someone fetch a map. "Lin Lang, look."
"Our Sun Moon Holy Cult now has thirty-six Branch Altars and four affiliated gangs, spread throughout every prefecture of Great Ming. There are no problems over in Dali either."
"The Sun Moon Holy Cult is now the greatest sect under heaven, surpassing the Quanzhen Sect, the Ming Cult of the Western Regions, the Rakshasa Cult, and the rest."
"Naturally, we surpassed Northern Shaolin and the Wudang Sect long ago too. Am I still not qualified to become Martial Arts Alliance Leader?"
Lin Lang looked at Ren Woxing. "Your present power isn't the least bit inferior to that of a Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Cult Leader. Why insist on the title?"
Ren Woxing looked smugly at Lin Lang. "Of course I don't care about the title, but I can use it to accomplish something great."
"I'll convene a martial assembly in the name of the Sun Moon Holy Cult to elect a Martial Arts Alliance Leader. Tell me, will Northern Shaolin and the Wudang Sect attend?"
"If they don't, they'll have to watch me become Martial Arts Alliance Leader and the true towering authority of Great Ming's Jianghu."
"If they do, they'll have to prove themselves against me in combat. Who among them is my match? They'll still have to watch me command the Jianghu."
So what if Northern Shaolin had deep foundations? Under the rules of the Jianghu, couldn't they send only one person to compete for Martial Arts Alliance Leader?
Then