Song Qingshu spoke quickly and urgently, not daring to hide anything.
He went through a period of great torment, torn between his resentment towards Zhou Zhiruo and the terror of having pushed Zhang Wuji off a cliff.
He knew he couldn't hide it any longer, but he didn't know how to resolve it.
Song Qingshu was the eldest disciple of the third Wudang Sect. He grew up surrounded by flattery and praise from everyone. Although he had a dark mind, he was not very intelligent.
Once the truth is revealed, he will face extremely cruel punishment.
"This..."
Upon hearing Song Qingshu's words, Abbess Miejue and Song Yuanqiao exchanged bewildered glances.
Although he refuted Zhou Zhiruo's words, the situation seemed to have become more serious.
"Ridiculous! My disciple Zhiruo was no longer a virgin after returning home. Now you're telling me it wasn't you? If it wasn't you, then who was it? Could it be Zhang Wuji, the one who couldn't cultivate and whom you knocked off the cliff?"
Abbess Miejue was furious; if this were anywhere else, she would have already drawn her Heavenly Sword and attacked.
But not here. This is Zhang Sanfeng's territory; she has to endure it.
"Master, please don't be anxious."
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.
"Although there is a dispute over who did it, one thing is certain: Qingshu knocked Wuji off the cliff. Do you two acknowledge this?"
" Zhiruo admits it!"
" Qingshu... admits..."
Under pressure, Song Qingshu ultimately chose to back down.
His martial arts skills were inferior to Zhou Zhiruo's, his intelligence was inferior to Zhou Zhiruo's, and his perseverance was inferior to Zhou Zhiruo's.
Basically, apart from family background, he was outdone by Zhou Zhiruo in every other aspect.
Someone like him thinking he can win Zhou Zhiruo's heart is simply delusional.
"Asshole!"
Upon seeing Song Qingshu admit it, Song Yuanqiao was furious.
Zhang Wuji lost his parents at a young age and was also afflicted by the Xuanming True Qi. Every time he suppressed the cold poison, it felt like being torn apart by a thousand knives.
Such a painful life would have driven most people to suicide.
Their senior brothers and uncles were heartbroken, but who would have thought that Song Qingshu, as the older brother, would do such a shameless and cruel thing?
"You unfilial son! If I don't kill you today, I'll be letting down Cuishan in heaven!"
Enraged, Song Yuanqiao raised his hand to strike, but was stopped by his second brother, Yu Lianzhou.
" Wuji is dead, do you intend to kill Qingshu as well?"
Seeing Yu Lianzhou's obstruction, Song Yuanqiao's expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, but he eventually lowered his hand.
He also felt sorry for his son and didn't want him to die.
But in this situation, how can the anger of others be quelled if Song Qingshu doesn't die?
"Such a rebellious son! How can I face my fifth brother and sister-in-law after I die!"
Song Yuanqiao looked utterly dejected, as if all his energy had been drained away.
Amidst the chaos of the martial world, the suffering of the common people, and the unfilial son, his heart was constantly tormented.
" Zhang Wuji's matter can be put aside for now, but how do we resolve the humiliation suffered by my disciple Zhiruo?"
Abbess Miejue was ruthless and heartless, and didn't care at all about Zhang Wuji's life or death.
All she wants now is to get justice for Zhou Zhiruo and kill the person who insulted her.
"I swear to God, everything I said before was true. If there's even a single lie in it, may I be struck by lightning!"
Seeing that everyone was suspicious again, Song Qingshu quickly raised his hand and swore an oath.
He knew he had passed this hurdle. With Yu Lianzhou's intervention, he wouldn't have his martial arts crippled or be expelled from Mount Wudang. At most, he would be confined for a few years.
Therefore, upon hearing Abbess Miejue's words, he immediately made a statement.
However, no sooner had he finished speaking than a thunderous roar suddenly rang out, startling him so much that he shuddered.
Abbess Miejue: "..."
Song Yuanqiao: "..."
Zhou Zhiruo: "???"
The others were at a loss for words, while Zhou Zhiruo was filled with shock.
Could it really have been Song Qingshu who did it?
Impossible, absolutely impossible!
That person's martial arts skills were incredibly high, and he also possessed many other extraordinary abilities; I was instantly captivated by him.
Zhou Zhiruo knew perfectly well how passionately and Wuji they screamed that night, but apart from the two people in the room, no third person could hear them.
This absolutely cannot be Song Qingshu!
Zhou Zhiruo was filled with a myriad of thoughts, but Abbess Miejue could not hold back any longer.
"Heh, even the heavens can't stand it anymore! Song Qingshu, what else do you have to say!"
"No! No! I'm innocent, I'm truly innocent!"
Song Qingshu was terrified. He knew he hadn't done anything, but he couldn't explain himself at all.
He originally intended to use a solemn oath to prove his innocence, but who would have thought that something like this would happen?
Song Qingshu was like a mute eating bitter herbs, unable to express his suffering, feeling that he couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
"The traitor! The traitor!"
Song Yuanqiao trembled with rage. Yu Lianzhou's earlier intervention had saved Song Qingshu's life, but now, no amount of intervention could change anything.
Even Heaven isn't on Song Qingshu's side. If he isn't punished, the entire Wudang Sect will become a laughingstock.
"Father! Father! I was wrong, I was wrong! I really didn't do it!"
Seeing Song Yuanqiao's anger and the silence of his other martial uncles, Song Qingshu was truly afraid.
He knew it was over; this time, it was truly over.
Bang!
With a hard slap, Song Qingshu was sent flying backward.
Song Yuanqiao's palm strike was extremely vicious, shattering the dantian and severing all meridians. Unless there are miraculous elixirs, he will absolutely be unable to practice martial arts again.
"Expelled from the Wudang Sect, never to return to the mountain!"
Song Yuanqiao closed his eyes, and he looked even older.
He still couldn't bring himself to kill his only son; he simply crippled him and expelled him from Wudang.
Whether he lives or dies, whether he is good or bad, it all depends on Song Qingshu's own fate.
"Senior Brother Song is very righteous; let's let this matter rest."
Abbess Miejue nodded with great satisfaction, then said to Zhang Sanfeng, "This humble nun has come here on another matter."
Normally, after this point in the conversation, Zhang Sanfeng would have asked what was going on, but the other party did not speak, instead looking into the distance.
"That's... the direction from which the thunder came..."
Abbess Miejue raised an eyebrow; her intuition told her that something might be about to happen, but she couldn't guess what it was.
Her knowledge was too shallow; she had no idea what Lightning Tribulation was.
Not only him, but the Seven Heroes of Wudang also didn't know what had happened.
Perhaps in the entire world of the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, only Zhang Sanfeng could understand the meaning represented by the Lightning Tribulation.
"Another powerful figure capable of changing the landscape; I wonder if this is a blessing or a curse!"
Zhang Sanfeng sighed. The Lightning Tribulation was a test from God, but not just anyone was qualified to undergo it.
Those were true Terrestrial True Immortal, advanced beings with lifespans exceeding two thousand years, supreme powerhouses capable of the Rebirth Divine Hall even after their physical bodies were destroyed.
I just don't know who that person is or what their stance is.