Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1070 - 843-844: Xiao Zhang Exposed! Old Zhang Protects His Own!

"I..."

Zhou Zhiruo lay on the ground with blood seeping from the corners of her mouth, her heart filled with regret and melancholy. The difficulty of obeying her master’s orders and the regret of attacking Zhang Wuji, along with Zhang Wuji’s current coldness, hit her heart like wave after wave, leaving her with no face to stay.

"You little brat, sharp-tongued! Stubborn and unrepentant!"

At this moment, a cold snort suddenly came, and from the Tang Sect area, Old Lady Tang raised her palm, channeling her inner strength into her hand, and clapped lightly into the air.

Immediately, there was the sound of "boo, boo, boo" as three light sounds erupted.

In a cloud of misty smoke, three palm-shaped shadows rushed towards Zhang Wuji, the chilling air enveloping him instantly.

Zhang Wuji did not move, ready to use the Nine Yang Divine Skill combined with the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill. Suddenly, the tall figure of Zhang Sanfeng appeared, casually waving his sleeve. The Coiling Silk Arc Force, with energy filling his entire body, swiftly neutralized Old Lady Tang’s Shadow Clapping Skill.

"Master Zhang!"

The Seven Sons of Kunlun each stood up abruptly, their eyes bright as they clasped their fists in respect towards Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "Even though Zhang Wuji is the disciple of the Black Wind Village Chief, we implore Master Zhang not to show favoritism, even if he is the son of Zhang Cui Shan.

Today, we gather to deal with the Black Wind Village Chief, and since his disciple has appeared, this is a rare opportunity for us to deal with the Black Wind Village Chief!"

As these words were spoken, the eyes of everyone from various sects and factions sparkled, all focusing on Zhang Wuji, their minds active.

"Hahaha!"

Zhang Wuji laughed boldly like his master would, looking disdainfully at the Seven Sons of Kunlun, taunting, "It seems you’re planning to capture me, Zhang Wuji, to threaten my master? So, this is all the so-called elders and experts are capable of."

"Wuji!"

Zhang Sanfeng intervened to stop Zhang Wuji from speaking recklessly, his face solemn as he humbly clasped his hands towards his fellow martial artists and leaders, saying, "Respected Sect Leaders and fellow martial artists, my child Wuji grew up on an island, far from Central Earth, so he is not well-versed in etiquette. However, his willingness to help rescue Emei disciples shows his kind-hearted and chivalrous nature. I ask everyone not to generalize and make things difficult for my child Wuji."

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng descend gracefully, many felt a bit of intimidation. Now, hearing his request, they couldn’t help but hesitate.

After all, Zhang Sanfeng’s strength was unmatched by anyone present, and perhaps only a few reclusive elders in the Divine Martial Country’s vassal states could compare with him.

If he wished to protect Zhang Wuji, there was little anyone could do. At this moment, they could only argue, knowing well his temper was kind.

"Amitabha Buddha!"

The previously silent Master Liao Kong of the Pure Thought Zen Sect suddenly chanted the Buddha’s name, shocking everyone. Had Master Liao Kong finally spoken?

Everyone turned to look at the monk in a yellow inner robe and brown outer coat, standing out like a crane amongst chickens with his transcendent presence.

It was well known that Liao Kong had been practicing closed mouth Zen for over thirty years, never speaking or engaging with others.

However, his status was extremely high, and he would not have left the mountain for Wudang if not for the Cihang Jingzhai affair.

But now, Liao Kong had broken his silence, clearly displeased with Zhang Sanfeng’s stance.

Drawing everyone’s attention, Liao Kong formed a Dharma Seal with his hand, gazing gently at Zhang Sanfeng, his voice hoarse as he spoke.

"If we do not eradicate minor evils, greater evils will be difficult to eliminate.

Master Zhang, you are unwilling to personally stand up for justice for the righteous leader Cihang Jingzhai, who was almost destroyed by the evildoer’s disciple, yet now you are protecting the very child implicated. In emotion and reason, Master Zhang, your actions have lost the chivalrous and righteous spirit, betraying the respect and support of many martial artists.

Should this trend continue, the century-old chivalrous spirit of Wudang will be destroyed."

With these words, the hall fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes turned to Zhang Sanfeng, and even the Wudang heroes couldn’t help but show concern, their eyes anxiously shifting between Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji.

Normally, with Master Liao Kong’s cultivated demeanor, he wouldn’t press so aggressively, whether due to the good relations between the Pure Thought Zen Sect and Wudang or his magnanimous nature. Yet, as they say, even a Buddha has an angry Vajra state.

Upon learning of protector Bu Ju’s death in the sect, Liao Kong, even as an enlightened monk, could become an Angry-eyed Vajra. Knowing Zhang Wuji was Jiang Dali’s disciple, he hadn’t immediately captured him, considering Zhang Sanfeng’s presence, but completely letting him go was out of the question.

Zhang Wuji’s face flushed red, about to shout in anger, when a gentle breeze like spring rain surged into his acupoints, filling his meridians as if with cotton, preventing the fierce Nine Yang True Qi from circulating smoothly, leaving him standing there rigidly.

Zhang Sanfeng, with floating silver beard, stepped forward to stand in front of Zhang Wuji. His expression remained calm, but his determination was evident. In a composed manner, he clasped his hands gently, his tone still mild, "In the past, Cui Shan and Yin Susu’s union happened because I neglected my teaching duties, resulting in their hardship and exile overseas.

Today, my disciple Cui Shan’s child, Wuji, returns to Wudang to see me, his Grandmaster.

No matter what experiences or people he encountered before, he is still merely a child of eight. I will not allow the past mistakes to happen again to a child."