Wanwan, you've reached the eighteenth level of the Heavenly Demon Art? Doesn't that mean we can...

Wudang Mountain.

A small courtyard on the Rear Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Wuji kneeling before him and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the boy Wuji still knew to come back.

"Grandmaster, I've made you worry. I want to stay by your side, study the Daoist scriptures, and purge my demonic intent."

Only after hearing that Lin Lang had slain Southern Shaolin's Holy Monk had Zhang Wuji quietly returned to Wudang Mountain.

Now that the Ming Cult's great vengeance had been exacted, he had let go of the matters at Bright Peak too. Even the sacred flame had gone out. Was there any need to rebuild?

Besides, his position as Cult Leader of the Ming Cult had never been legitimate. Lin Lang possessed the Holy Flame Tablets. Whether to rebuild the Ming Cult and how to avenge Bright Peak-he would leave those decisions to Lin Lang.

From now on, he would attend upon his grandmaster and protect Wudang Mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded in satisfaction. "You did commit slaughter, but there were reasons behind it. Never repeat it."

"From this day forward, the Jianghu will no longer have Zhang Wuji, Cult Leader of the Ming Cult, only a young Daoist attendant surnamed Zhang at Wudang."

"Until you reach the Heavenly Realm Peak, you may not descend the mountain."

Zhang Wuji knocked his forehead against the ground three times. "Thank you for taking me in, Grandmaster. Wuji... your grandson will remember your teachings."

"Grandmaster, on my way back to Wudang, I heard some news. Rumor has it that Martial Venerable Bi Xuan, Mongol Yuan's greatest expert, who had vanished for years, appeared again, only to be slain by Lin Lang in Western Xia. Afterward, Lin Lang's whereabouts became unknown."

Zhang Wuji had been utterly shocked when he heard the