When Han Chen and Ding Minjun were halfway up the mountain, Bei Jinyi and Ding Minjun brought a group of Emei disciples down the mountain to welcome them.
Wu Yangyang and the others followed behind Han Chen and slowly walked toward the Emei Golden Summit.
"Did you guys notice that Young Sect Leader seems to have become stronger again? I can't see through Young Sect Leader's current strength at all!”
"The Han River killed five hundred rebel soldiers and Yue Yang killed eight hundred cavalry. The Young Chief's descent from the mountain has greatly boosted the reputation of Emei.”
"Yes, our Emei's status in Jianghu is now catching up to Wudang and Shaolin.”
The female disciples followed behind Han Chen and looked at the elegant figure in white. They were all discussing in low voices, full of respect and admiration.
The battle between Han Chen and Yue Yang at the Han River had already spread throughout the world. He was now famous.
When people in Jianghu mentioned the Emei Sect, the first thing they thought of was Han Chen and his brilliant achievements.
There was a stone path covered in moss that meandered and extended into the white clouds at the top of the mountain. Han Chen looked up and saw the golden peak of Emei reflecting a brilliant golden light under the illumination of the scorching sun. It was sacred, solemn, and lofty.
A moment later, Han Chen arrived at the Emei Hall and sat on the Sect Leader's throne.
The Emei disciples stood in two rows below. They looked at Han Chen respectfully.
"Did anything big happen in the sect during the few months I went down the mountain to train?" Han Chen asked loudly.”
Bei Jinyi took a step forward and reported respectfully," Young Sect Master, the disciples have been cultivating, worshipping Buddha, meditating, and cultivating on the mountain. Everything is as usual. Nothing major has happened.”
Ding Minjun walked forward and bowed.""Young Sect Leader, the various sects have joined hands to encircle the Ming Cult. They invited Emei to participate several times. At that time, you were out training and the Sect Leader was in seclusion, so this matter could only be put aside. Now that you are back, please make the decision yourself.”
Han Chen nodded when he heard this. According to his calculations, the day of the Ming Cult's siege was not far away. When he thought of those sanctimonious sects, especially the Shaolin Sect, Han Chen could not help but feel disgusted.
However, it would be a pity if he missed this event.
"Alright, I understand."
After waving his hand to dismiss Ding Minjun, Han Chen announced to everyone that he was going into seclusion. The place where he was going to be in seclusion was still the west peak of Emei. Zhou Zhiruo was still in charge of food, clothing, and daily life. If nothing major happened, no one was allowed to disturb him. Everything would be the same as before.
"Farewell, Young Sect Master!"
As the Emei disciples greeted him respectfully, Han Chen strode out of the hall and used his lightness skill. Soon, he arrived at the west peak of Emei and began his closed-door cultivation.
West Peak of Emei.
The autumn wind rustled, and the yellow leaves withered.
Han Chen sat cross-legged at the bottom of a cliff. He opened the system warehouse and took out one of the twenty Chi-amassing Pills. He put it in his mouth and swallowed it.
The Qi Gathering Pill was quickly absorbed and flowed into his limbs and bones along with his blood.
All of a sudden, Han Chen's pores opened wide, and he once again entered a state where he could do more with less effort.
In this wonderful state, Han Chen's absorption speed of Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi increased by ten times!
Han Chen easily refined and absorbed the mixed Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, turning it into pure Xiantian Genuine Qi and storing it in his Dantian. As time passed, the Xiantian Genuine Qi in his body increased, and Han Chen's strength grew rapidly.
The western peak of Emei was quiet and secluded, with few people.
Han Chen practiced hard every day. The Art of Longevity, the Six Illusions of Phoenix Dance, the Fifteen Lethal Swords, and other martial arts had all improved greatly.
However, compared to the tranquility of Emei, the outside world was already filled with waves.
The battle with Yue Yang had already spread throughout the entire martial world. The fact that Han Chen had killed eight hundred cavalrymen was even more well-known.
Zhang Shicheng had lost 800 cavalrymen, which was a heavy loss. He had said that he would make Han Chen pay a painful price.
On the other side, when Guo Zixing learned of this matter, he mocked Zhang Shicheng for his stupidity. It was really ridiculous that he failed to steal a chicken and ended up losing rice.
However, when he thought about how Han Chen had killed 500 of his elite soldiers at the Han River, Guo Zixing also held a grudge in his heart. He didn't have a good impression of Zhang Shicheng, but now, they had a common enemy.
Apart from the 800 cavalry, there were also four Shaolin monks who died in Yue Yang Tower.
Previously, Han Chen had only cut off Kong Xing's right hand, but this time, he had directly killed the Shaolin people. The death of the four old monks from Dharma Hall had truly infuriated the Shaolin Sect.
It was rumored that when the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Master Kong Wen, mentioned Han Chen, he was so furious that he shattered the table with one palm. He wanted to get rid of him as soon as possible!
However, because the Ming Cult was about to be annihilated, Shaolin Temple had no time to deal with Han Chen.
He could only put this matter aside for now and focus on the big picture.
All the sects knew that once the Demonic Sect was destroyed, the Shaolin Temple would take action to seek justice for Han Chen.
……
The peak of Mount Hua was covered in white snow.
In an exquisite pavilion, the stove was burning brightly. It was snowing heavily outside, but the interior was as warm as spring.
"Han Chen killed the Four Great Monks of Shaolin Temple, but Shaolin Temple chose to endure it. Hehe, Jianghu is getting more and more interesting these days.”
Xianyu Tong was wearing a long black robe, lightly stroking his mustache. His eyes were narrowed, and there was a faint smile on his face. No one knew what kind of scheme he was brewing.
He had known about Han Chen's massacre at Yue Yang Tower a long time ago.
However, he really did not expect that the Shaolin Sect would actually hold back.
The Huashan Sect was at the bottom of the six great sects, and Xianyu Tong's martial arts were mediocre. It would be extremely difficult for him to dominate the martial world with his true abilities.
However, he was good at scheming. Now that Emei had offended Shaolin, it might be a godsend opportunity for him.
"Men, bring me a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone.”
"Yes, Master."
The Huashan disciples brought over the Four Treasures of the Study. Xianyu Tong picked up the brush and wrote on the paper. After he finished writing, he looked at it again and nodded in satisfaction.
"Go, send this letter to the Emei Sect. Remember, you must pass it to Han Chen.”
"Master, don't worry. I'll do it right away.”
The Huashan disciples put away the letter and hurried down the mountain. They whipped their horses and rushed to Mount Emei.
Xianyu Tong stood at the door, his eyes sinister and malicious as he looked at the sky full of white snow. He muttered to himself,"The Shaolin Temple wants to annihilate the Demonic Sect. Hehe, what will happen if Han Chen suddenly appears?”
This year, the snow on Mount Hua fell especially early. The snowflakes scattered everywhere. Mount Hua was covered in silver. When the cold north wind blew, the snow in the sky was instantly thrown into chaos, disrupting the original trajectory.
Xianyu Tong looked at the wind and snow, the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile as he leisurely said,"Chaos, the more chaos, the better, hahaha…"
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