At this moment.
Yuxu Peak, Huashan Sect's residence.
The night sky was as calm as a lake. It was calm and unfathomable.
Before a snowstorm, it was always so quiet that it was intoxicating.
"According to the time, he should be here by now.”
"Han Chen, don't disappoint me. This show of snipe and clam fighting is all up to you.”
A middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and ape-like cheeks stood in front of the pavilion in the courtyard. He was dressed in green clothes and muttered to himself softly to the night sky.
Two Huashan disciples stood behind him with respectful expressions.
This person was the Sect Master of Mount Hua, Xianyu Tong.
"Reporting to the sect master, the junior brother at the foot of the mountain has sent news that Han Chen has arrived at Mount Kunlun!”
At this moment, a Huashan Mountain disciple hurriedly ran into the courtyard, stood beside Xianyu Tong, and bowed.
He was here!
He really came!
"Very good!"
Xianyu Tong's face revealed a smug expression." This old man only used a little trick, and Han Chen fell for it. He's still too young, hahaha…"
"Master, you have divine foresight!"
The Huashan disciples cupped their fists and praised him.
Hearing his disciple's praise, Xianyu Tong laughed loudly, feeling rather pleased with himself.
Xianyu Tong was known as Shen Jizi and was good at scheming and scheming. Han Chenjian had killed the four old monks of Mo Hall and thoroughly offended Shaolin. He seized this point and personally wrote a letter to Emei inviting Han Chen to Kunlun.
As expected, Han Chen really came.
Everything was within his calculations.
Raising his head and looking at the night sky that was as still as an autumn lake, Xianyu Tong narrowed his eyes and said leisurely,"If Abbot Kong Wen of Shaolin knew that Han Chen had arrived, would the night sky of Mount Kunlun still be so peaceful?”
Han Chen's appearance had changed many things.
In the original novel, Abbot Kong Wen was in charge of Shaolin and did not participate in the siege of the Ming Cult. However, because Han Chen had crippled one of Kong Xing's hands, he had been seriously injured and had yet to recover. Four of the nine old monks of the Dharma Hall had been killed by Han Chen, and the strength of Shaolin had been greatly reduced.
Now, Abbot Kong Wen had no choice but to personally lead the Shaolin monks to Kunlun.
If Abbot Kong Wen knew that Han Chen had come, he would not sit idly by.
He had never forgotten the feud between Han Chen and Shaolin.
Although Shaolin Temple was a Buddhist sect, it was also a martial arts sect.
The martial world had its rules.
A life for a life was the natural order of things.
The night sky was still peaceful and quiet, like a sleeping beauty that no one could bear to destroy.
It was rare to see such good weather in the snowstorm ravaging Kunlun Mountain.
However, Xianyu Tong didn't like tranquility. He only liked the wind and clouds, because only in chaotic times could a formidable hero rise.
If the Huashan Sect wanted to dominate the martial world, they had to break the peace.
Xianyu Tong's back was facing the Huashan disciples as he looked at the night sky and said leisurely," Tomorrow morning, tell Shaolin Temple about Han Chen's appearance…"
Halfway through his sentence, his expression turned solemn and he deliberately instructed," Remember, you have to do it naturally!”
Although Abbot Kong Wen was highly respected, he was only a monk after all. He would not send disciples to scout for information. If he did not deliberately spread the news, he might not know that Han Chen had arrived on Yuxu Peak.
"Don't worry, Master. I understand!"
The disciple behind him immediately agreed and turned to leave to spread the news.
After these disciples left, Xianyu Tong was the only one left in the courtyard. Gazing at the night sky that was as still as water, his face was sinister and filled with anticipation.
"This is the last night of peace. Enjoy it!”
After tonight, the sky of Mount Kunlun would be stormy and bloody!
The six major sects and Ming Cult, Shaolin Temple and Han Chen, no matter who won in the end, both sides would suffer.
When the snipe and clam fought, the fisherman benefited!
Xianyu Tong was very confident that he would be the one to reap the benefits and become the final winner.
However, could he really get what he wanted?
In reality, the first sects to know that Han Chen had descended were not Xianyu Tong's Huashan Sect. Instead, it was Ruyang Mansion, Ming Cult, and the host, Kunlun Sect.
As for Kongtong, Wudang, and Beggar's Sect, they only found out about it after Mount Hua. Shaolin Temple was kept in the dark and only found out about it after Mount Hua.
The Kongtong Sect and Han Chen had never interacted with each other, let alone had any grudges. The five elders of the Kongtong Sect and Shaolin Temple had a normal relationship and were unwilling to interfere in the dispute between the two. Therefore, they chose not to help each other, or it was more appropriate to watch the fire from the other side.
Song Yuanqiao was the leader of the Wudang Sect's encirclement of the Ming Cult. He was a chivalrous man and handled matters fairly. Although Han Chen had hurt his beloved son, this was only a personal grudge. Now, he had to put the overall situation first and could not abandon his duties for personal reasons.
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Beggar's Sect was the largest sect in the world. It had many disciples and was spread all over the world.
Three months ago, Sect Master Shi Huolong went into seclusion to recuperate. All matters in the sect were decided by the skill-imparting elder, the law-enforcement elder, the cudgel head, and the bowl head.
However, the Beggar's Sect's Nine Bags Elder, Chen Youliang, was smart and resourceful. He had made outstanding contributions many times and displayed outstanding talent. When the four elders encountered important matters, they would often discuss with him. It was always successful. Chen Youliang gradually won the hearts of the people and his prestige became higher and higher.
Later on, Shi Huolong recovered from his injuries and came out of seclusion. He entrusted Chen Youliang with an important task and was extremely dependent on him.
Chen Youliang was fully responsible for dealing with Ming Cult in Kun Lun.
Yuxu Peak, Beggar's Sect's courtyard.
It was already late at night, and the Beggar's Sect disciples were all fast asleep.
Chen Youliang was wearing nine sacks of linen clothes and holding a bamboo stick. He quietly descended Yuxu Peak. Soon, he arrived at a snowy and secluded mountain.
"Master, your disciple has done everything you asked.”
"There is also news that the Young Sect Leader of Emei, Han Chen, has already arrived at Mount Kunlun and is currently staying at an inn in the small town.”
"Master, Han Chen's sudden appearance has brought many variables. Will it hinder your plan?”
Chen Youliang respectfully clasped his hands and bowed.
Opposite Chen Youliang, in the dark valley, a tall old man stood faintly.
This person was wearing a loose black robe. His entire body was wrapped in the black robe, covering his face, revealing only a pair of eyes that were like blades. His gaze was fierce, and his zhenqi was restrained.
"It's just Han Chen. It's fine!"
An old and gloomy voice rang out, his tone carrying a hint of contempt.
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