Wooden Daoist's death left the entire main hall of the Wudang Sect so quiet that a falling needle could have been heard.
No one had ever imagined that Wooden Daoist would be killed, especially within the Wudang Sect.
Wooden Daoist had clearly been suppressing Lin Lang all along. How had he suddenly ended up dead?
Only a handful of Great Grandmasters could discern that Wooden Daoist's sword had suddenly paused as it thrust toward Lin Lang.
Lu Xiaofeng knew that was because Lin Lang had used the Star-Sucking Great Skill to interfere with Wooden Daoist's killing thrust.
A Thousand-household ran in from outside. "Reporting to the Commander: most of those who charged down the mountain have been executed. Seven escaped, and men have already been sent after them."
Lin Lang returned to his chair and sat down. "Try to capture them alive. I want to see which sects dared come running wild on our Great Ming's territory."
The Thousand-household added, "Sir, the Wudang Daoists at Sword-Relinquishing Rock won't let our brothers bring their weapons up the mountain."
Lin Lang turned toward Daoist Shi Yan, who stared at him. "Those are the Wudang Sect's rules. Anyone who wishes to ascend the mountain must surrender their weapons. There are no exceptions."
It was all because the five great sects had once come to Wudang Mountain demanding that the Wudang Sect hand over Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu. That rule had been established afterward.
Lin Lang walked toward Daoist Shi Yan. "I saved your Wudang Sect and all your lives. Is this how Wudang repays me?"
"If I hadn't been here, which of you could have dealt with Wooden Daoist? Once you died and Wooden Daoist became sect leader, this debt would all have been laid at your Wudang Sect's door."
In fact,