Chapter 134: Senior Sister and Junior Brother

Under the arrangements of the Special Investigation Unit, Zhou Yinglong had already been transferred to the nearest major hospital. He was no longer in a critical state.

However, even though they had waited until dawn, Zhou Yinglong still had not woken up. The two to three hundred sect members of the Wudang Mountains could not keep wasting time outside the Purple Cloud Temple.

During the two years when Wang Sheng had been cultivating alone in the Seventy-Two Swords and the small courtyard, the Wudang Mountains, like the other Daoist heritages, had recruited several batches of talented disciples. Many unaffiliated practitioners who were familiar with the Daoist masters of the Wudang Mountains also joined to cultivate.

If spies had infiltrated Wudang's Daoist lineage, the newly recruited disciples and sect members naturally bore the greatest suspicion. Still, the Daoist masters quickly calmed down. They did not launch a massive internal search to avoid causing disunity among the disciples. Instead, while waiting for Zhou Yinglong to wake up, they quietly observed several suspicious targets.

From the latter half of the night until dawn, Wang Sheng sat quietly in a corner, cultivating with a longsword lying horizontally across his knees. Several young disciples nearby were also meditating.

As Gao Shixing passed by Wang Sheng, he took advantage of a moment when no one was paying attention and tossed a crumpled note into Wang Sheng's palm. Wang Sheng opened his eyes, grabbed the note, and slowly unfolded it for a glance.

Give me a call later.

Below was a string of numbers.

Wang Sheng immediately understood what Gao Shixing intended. He secretly prepared his phone, entered the number, and once he caught Gao Shixing's glance, he immediately pressed the call button.

You left as swiftly as you came, how I hate that we cannot meet...

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The ringtone made the nearby disciples jolt. At that moment, Gao Shixing was standing rigidly in front of the Purple Cloud Temple's gate. After answering the call, he naturally turned and walked into the temple.

Gao Shixing's intentionally raised voice soon echoed from inside the hall.

"What? Yinglong is awake?! Good! Good! He named the traitor?! He truly deserves death! I will not forgive him!"

The normally expressionless Daoist master being able to shout with such emotion was quite impressive.

As soon as Gao Shixing finished speaking, five Daoist masters immediately rushed out from the hall and released Illusory Core Realm pressure across the entire area. Gao Shixing also drew a gleaming longsword and charged forward with a murderous aura.

Wang Sheng's heart jolted. Having been immersed in the teachings of the formation spirit for more than a year, he had gained some understanding of formations. Hence, he immediately realized that the five Daoist masters had activated one.

Although Wang Sheng was sitting quietly in a corner, he felt as if the Daoist masters' auras were locking onto him. It was not just him; the young disciples seated nearby had all turned pale, subconsciously holding their breath. Because of the formation's effect, they all felt as if the Daoist masters' gazes were all locked onto them.

The reactions of those with clear hearts and those with guilty hearts were completely different. Those with clear hearts mostly showed nervousness, wanting to meet the Daoist masters' eyes and explain themselves. However, among the outer edges of the crowd, there were two people who, despite appearing calm, instinctively avoided Gao Shixing and the Daoist Masters' gazes.

"It's them! Capture them!" Gao Shixing shouted angrily.

The five Daoist masters leaped over the disciples and charged toward the two individuals, who were only at the early stage of the Spirit Convergence Realm. Among the newly inducted disciples, they were considered fast in cultivation and highly valued by the Wudang Mountains.

At that moment, one gave up resisting and collapsed weakly to the ground with despair in his eyes. The other suddenly drew a short blade from his sleeve and attempted to stab a nearby Young Kun Daoist in the neck.

Whoosh!

Before he could, however, a dazzling silver brilliance flashed. The hand gripping the short blade was severed cleanly at the wrist and flung into the air. Blood sprayed out of it.

Amid the shouts, several quick-reacting disciples rushed forward and pinned down the traitor. The five Daoist masters had also reached the two.

Many gazes followed the trajectory of the silver light, tracing it back to the corner where Wang Sheng sat. A silver longsword with a hint of gold was slowly circling him. Throughout the entire incident, he never once stood up. Seeing that the two had been captured alive, he slowly closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

Enraged, several Daoist masters punched and kicked the traitors. Fortunately, they maintained enough composure to avoid killing them.

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After the two spies were captured, several unconventional Daoist masters of the Wudang Mountains immediately carried out an interrogation. Before the Special Investigation Unit could intervene, they had already sorted out the general course of events.

The two young disciples had joined the Wudang Mountains nineteen months and sixteen months ago, respectively. They did not know each other beforehand.

Each had family members whom the corrupt cultivators had taken hostage. They were forced to cultivate and lie dormant within the Wudang Mountains until recently, when they finally received new orders to participate in last night's operation.

One was responsible for leading people into the Wudang Mountains without the patrolling disciples detecting them. The other was tasked to deliver poisoned tea to the Daoist canon repository. Once the texts were obtained, he would immediately carry the secret scrolls and retreat along a small path into the nearby forest.

The three corrupt cultivators that they had caught were the ones who killed the disciples and the elder guarding the repository. They were also the ones who set the Daoist canon repository on fire with spells and began calling for help, drawing the attention of the entire mountain range.

Timing it precisely, the disciple who had retreated was supposed to rush back from the forest to the Daoist canon repository. He was supposed to make it look as though he had rushed back after hearing the alarm, blending into the crowd to help extinguish the fire.

There were no obvious flaws in the entire plan.

If Gao Shixing had not found the three corrupt cultivators, and if the corrupt cultivators had managed to completely destroy the three Daoist scriptures that they had seized before self-immolating with fire talismans, the cultivators of Wudang would probably have believed that the three texts had been burned to ashes along with the deaths of the corrupt cultivators.

The spy whose hand had been severed had a pocket sewn into his underwear, where he had hidden a small cloth pouch—a crude storage artifact. The three texts, along with a mobile phone used to contact the corrupt cultivators, were hidden inside.

However, the trail of clues ended with the two spies.

Neither knew the background of the three corrupt cultivators, nor did they know who was holding their families hostage. They were nothing more than puppets being manipulated.

By the time the members of the Special Investigation Unit took over, the two were already covered in injuries and barely breathing, though their lives were not in danger.

No one noticed that after Wang Sheng had learned the rough details, he quietly returned to their sect's small courtyard.

Thanks to the stone tablet and the upcoming Immortal Dao Conference, Wang Sheng had been in quite a good mood. He had even been thinking about what he should pay attention to as a referee.

He had not expected the Wudang Mountains to suffer such a disaster. Four sect members had been slain, and Zhou Yinglong had been severely wounded.

Now, Wang Sheng could not even bring himself to smile.

The corrupt cultivators had to be exterminated. The Yin-Yang Cult had to be destroyed!

If he could contribute to the destruction of the Yin-Yang Cult, he would certainly seek justice for his fellow cultivators who had died today.

After packing his luggage, Wang Sheng picked up his longsword, dragged along his suitcase. He left the small courtyard and headed down the mountain just as quietly as he had returned.

As he passed by the Purple Cloud Temple, he happened to come across Gao Shixing and several Daoist masters. Since they were preparing to descend the mountains to find the families of the fallen disciples, they collectively decided to go together.

"Fei Yu, do you know where we can find the sect of the three corrupt cultivators from last night?" Gao Shixing asked.

"If I did, I would not have allowed them to spread corruption," Wang Sheng replied with a slight hesitation. Even when facing Gao Shixing, he did not mention much about the Yin-Yang Cult. "Anyway, what arrangements should be made for the families of the disciples who were killed or injured?"

A Daoist master sighed. "If they were the only son at home, we would assign disciples to regularly care for their families' livelihood. If they have brothers or sisters, we will provide as much compensation as we can. Money is but an external factor for us; we should not be stingy."

Wang Sheng nodded, choosing not to pry further.

After parting with Gao Shixing and the Daoist masters at the foot of the mountains, the Daoist masters had cars pick them up, while Wang Sheng paid for a taxi himself.

He was hurrying to Mount Sanqing to prepare for the Immortal Dao Conference. Although he only had to coordinate with the eighteen referees and had little else to worry about, Wang Sheng simply wanted to do more right now. With the Yin-Yang Cult having already schemed against them repeatedly, it was about time he plotted against them in return.

Before heading to Mount Sanqing, he took a taxi to the hospital where Zhou Yinglong was staying. When he saw Zhou Yinglong, whose face was disfigured, inside the isolation ward, Wang Sheng could not help but clench his fists. He found the hatred in his heart difficult to suppress.

A nearby Daoist master whispered, "Fei Yu, we have already contacted the Medicine God Valley; two of my senior brothers have gone to invite an expert to treat Yinglong. You do not need to worry too much."

Wang Sheng nodded in response. "

Mm.

"

In the Three Scrolls of the Medicine God, there was an ointment called the Burn-Chilling Jade Ointment, which was made specifically to treat burns. Given the Wudang Mountains' influence, the Medicine God Valley probably wouldn't be stingy in providing them with the ointment, which wasn't particularly rare.

Upon exiting the hospital, he saw Mou Yue and Bulldozer waiting by an SUV.

It had been two years. Bulldozer had grown even sturdier. Meanwhile, Mou Yue, who now had slightly curled long hair and a graceful figure, had an even more feminine charm than in the video call. She was dressed in a flowing dress.

Wang Sheng smiled faintly and walked over. Bulldozer stepped forward to help him with his luggage.

Mou Yue blinked lightly at Wang Sheng. Sensing that he was in a bad mood, she did not smile much either. "Daoist Master Wang, are we heading to Mount Sanqing now?"

"Yeah. The more we prepare, the better."

"Alright," Mou Yue said, opening the car door.

Wang Sheng ducked inside, sat down in the comfortable seat, and rested his forehead against the back of his hand. However, Mou Yue didn't close the car door. Instead, she immediately sat in the front passenger seat.

Just as Wang Sheng was about to lean over to pull the door shut, a light-blue figure flashed past outside and sat directly beside him, making him freeze in place.

A pair of eyes filled with joy and longing was right before him. Her familiar little face had not changed at all, though the smile at the corners of her lips had grown softer and warmer. Her smooth, long hair slid strand by strand, and her translucent, frost-defying skin was as pristine as ever.

"Senior—"

"Here!" Mu Wanxuan cheerfully interjected and casually pulled in several large plastic bags that she had been holding outside the door. With a shake of her wrist, the bags burst open, burying Wang Sheng under packets of snacks.

1. Lyrics from the song

A Life of Fighting Is But A Dream

by Wakin Chau. ☜