Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and the group had now arrived at the foot of Yanyue Mountain. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

Only when they got closer did they learn that the area had already been sealed off by the Seven Great Sects.

If they hadn’t come with Zuo Qingshuang and her companions, they would have likely had to do a lot more talking just to get past Wangbei Pass.

However, with Fairy Su Yue of Zhuji Pavilion present, the disciples of the Seven Great Sects blocking the way would naturally not make things difficult.

After arriving, the group needed to rendezvous with the Seven Sects, and a disciple from the Flying Star Hall was responsible for leading the way.

This Sect’s Martial Arts focused on Lightweight Techniques and Hidden Weapons. They wore Darts pouches containing the Flying Star Hall’s unique Hidden Weapon, the ’Flying Star Darts’.

Zhou Qingmei secretly told Fang Shuwen that the Flying Star Hall had many types of Hidden Weapons, most of which were particularly vicious. If coated in poison, they became even more terrifying.

Furthermore, their Lightweight Technique was superb, and the combination of the two made them especially difficult to fight.

While leading the way, this disciple from the Flying Star Hall explained the current situation.

The situation inside Qiuyue Nunnery was still not fully understood.

However, after several scouting missions, a few famous Demons from the Eastern Domain Martial World had been spotted. The forces gathered within were considerable, but the identity of their leader remained unknown.

The news that the Seven Great Sects were gathering to exterminate the Demons had somehow been leaked.

Hearing the news, many masters of the Heroic Dao from across the Jianghu had also taken action, gathering spontaneously at Yanyue Mountain.

They included old seniors who had been famous in the Jianghu for years, as well as rising stars who had made a name for themselves recently.

Masters from all walks of life had assembled, numbering nearly a hundred strong, and every one of them was an expert.

Therefore, the disciple from the Flying Star Hall seemed very confident about this joint demon-slaying operation.

But after hearing this, Zuo Qingshuang’s expression turned grim.

Zhou Qingmei then asked Fang Shuwen:

"What do you think?"

"..."

Fang Shuwen was speechless for a moment. ’Isn’t that a catchphrase of a certain fatso with the surname Di?’

’Miss Zhou, please don’t turn into him.’

Though he was complaining internally, Fang Shuwen still gave it some serious thought before speaking:

"Something feels off about this situation.

"With so much commotion outside, the people in Qiuyue Nunnery aren’t dead. How could they have no reaction at all?

"To gather so many heretics and demons and make them coexist peacefully, their leader must be extraordinary.

"Besides... even if we’re talking about the Heroic Dao of the Jianghu, the human heart is difficult to fathom.

"If it were just the Seven Sects gathered, it might be fine. But with so many people, the situation becomes complicated. Some of them... might have ulterior motives."

Zuo Qingshuang couldn’t help but glance at Fang Shuwen, nodding lightly.

His thoughts coincided with hers, and he had even considered things more deeply.

It showed that not only were his Martial Arts profound, but his intelligence and wit were also out of the ordinary.

Zuo Qingshuang thought for a moment and asked:

"If it were you, then how would you break this stalemate?"

Hearing this, Fang Shuwen looked up at her and smiled.

"Charge in and kill them all."

"..."

’What a waste of a question.’

Zuo Qingshuang rolled her eyes. She wanted to retort, but when she thought about Fang Shuwen’s Martial Arts, she realized he might actually be able to do it.

She couldn’t help but sigh internally. ’Schemes, plots, and careful calculations... none of them can stand up to overwhelming power.’

The disciple from the Flying Star Hall, however, frowned slightly.

"And who might this young brother be?"

"Oh, I am Fang Shuwen."

Fang Shuwen said with a smile:

"That was just a joke just now. Please don’t take it to heart, Brother."

The Flying Star Hall disciple was indeed a little displeased to hear him speak so flippantly, but seeing his mild attitude, he figured he wasn’t a rude person.

Besides, what Fang Shuwen had said earlier did make sense.

He immediately nodded and said no more.

Not far ahead was a dilapidated Mountain God Temple.

The Seven Great Sects, along with the various masters of the Heroic Dao, were all gathered here.

Just as they approached, they heard someone say loudly:

"The way I see it, there’s no need for more discussion! With so many of us, are we really afraid of them?

"Once everyone is here, we’ll charge right in and slaughter that bunch of heretics and demons, leaving no one alive!!"

These words happened to coincide with what Fang Shuwen had just said.

By now, the group had arrived, and the Flying Star Hall disciple stepped forward to report:

"Seniors, the senior from Zhuji Pavilion has arrived."

Everyone looked toward the entrance and immediately saw Zuo Qingshuang.

"Ah, so Fairy Su Yue has arrived."

"Junior Sister Zuo, it’s been several months. Have you been well?"

"Amitabha Buddha..."

One after another, people greeted her.

Their gazes also swept over Lu Guiyan and the others, but they were a little puzzled.

Lu Guiyan’s group didn’t look like they were from Zhuji Pavilion. Why had they come with Zuo Qingshuang?

Besides, why had Zhuji Pavilion only sent a master and her disciple?

Although they had questions, no one rashly spoke up to ask.

The loudmouth from before, however, asked bluntly:

"Sister Qingshuang, why did you only bring your disciple? And where did these random people come from?

"This place is dangerous. It’s no place for children."

Fang Shuwen glanced at the man. He looked to be in his forties, with a fleshy face, a full beard, and a Purple Gold Hammer in his hand. He was also wearing Heavy Armor.

He looked less like a man of the Jianghu and more like a general leading troops into battle.

Recalling what Zhou Qingmei had said earlier, he guessed the man was probably from Wentian Mansion.

Wentian Mansion, one of the Seven Great Sects, was originally a General’s Mansion.

Unfortunately, back then, the Imperial Court was unjust and the Emperor was incompetent. Though Wentian Mansion was loyal to the crown and country, they were framed and nearly had their entire household executed.

In a fit of rage, they broke away from the Imperial Court, entered the Jianghu, and founded Wentian Mansion.

Thus, the lineage of Wentian Mansion was born.

The Martial Arts they cultivated was called the [Ten Thousand Catty Strategy]. It placed the utmost importance on physical constitution, and the disciples of the Sect were all powerful Warriors, each possessing the might to take on ten thousand men.

Zuo Qingshuang shot the man a disdainful look.

"I heard you blustering before I even walked in. If you’re so amazing, why don’t you just charge into Qiuyue Nunnery by yourself? Then we wouldn’t all need to pool our efforts.

"I’m sure you alone could raze Qiuyue Nunnery to the ground."

The man was choked by her words, speechless for a long moment.

Zuo Qingshuang then looked at the others present.

"It seems I’m the last to arrive. On my way here, I heard a junior from the Flying Star Hall mention something.

"The situation inside Qiuyue Nunnery is still unclear, but we must test their strength.

"How about a night raid on Qiuyue Nunnery tonight?"

As everyone looked at each other, a stunningly beautiful woman spoke softly:

"You mean... a feint, to probe their true strength?"

Zuo Qingshuang smiled.

"You never know if it’s a mule or a horse until you take it for a run, right?"

Hearing this, they glanced at one another and all nodded slightly.

Since the situation inside Qiuyue Nunnery was unknown, Zuo Qingshuang’s method was indeed worth a try.

As the group began to discuss the matter, Fang Shuwen stood to the side, listening quietly. But from the corner of his eye, he would occasionally glance toward the roof, then quickly look away.

It wasn’t until the masters of the Seven Sects in the dilapidated temple had more or less finished their discussion that Fang Shuwen leaned in close to Zuo Qingshuang and motioned for her to lean in.

Zuo Qingshuang, not suspecting anything, leaned her ear closer, and Fang Shuwen whispered a few words to her.

Zuo Qingshuang’s calm expression suddenly changed drastically.