"Reverend Zhang, wait a moment. I haven't finished my business yet."
Lin Lang suddenly charged toward the fleeing Southern Shaolin monks. None of them dared flee toward Wudang Mountain.
Their Holy Monk was dead, and they had previously spouted outrageous boasts throughout the Jianghu. If they went up Wudang Mountain, wouldn't the Wudang disciples slice them to pieces?
The clever ones fled into the woods and fields on either side, while the stupider ones kept running along the road.
Lin Lang soon caught up with all of them, sealed their acupoints one by one, and left them where they lay.
It wasn't that Lin Lang looked down on them. These monks were grandmasters at best. Even if some knew secret methods of releasing sealed acupoints, they couldn't possibly break through his seals and escape in a short time.
"Right Envoy Lin, what is the meaning of this?" Zhang Sanfeng couldn't help asking when Lin Lang returned.
He had prepared to face Southern Shaolin's Holy Monk. Indeed, every disciple of the Wudang Sect had prepared to fight to the death.
Yet before they had even exchanged blows, Southern Shaolin's Holy Monk was dead. The other monks had either died or fled, and Wudang's crisis had vanished just like that.
Did he need Lin Lang's help?
He had wanted to fight Southern Shaolin's Holy Monk to test his own martial path.
Perhaps he could have gained some inspiration, found a path to a breakthrough, and stepped into that legendary realm.
Lin Lang looked at Zhang Sanfeng. "I'm the Imperial Preceptor of Great Ming. Isn't arresting Jianghu troublemakers who enter Great Ming exactly what I should do?"
"What's that look for? I saved the Wudang Sect. You owe me an enormous favor."
"How about repaying me with one of your divine arts, like