Chapter 25: Wei Ziqing’s Weakness

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun never thought that he would suffer such a great humiliation one day!

He had been full of confidence and wanted to come to the Central Plains Wulin to break their spirit, but he was crushed by an unknown youth!

“Heir of the Sword Demon, what a great Heir of the Sword Demon!”

Suppressing the churning inner energy in his body, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun’s face was incredibly gloomy.

But despite this, he felt a deep sense of power lessness in his heart.

He had never seen such a sword technique before.

It was terrifying and fierce!

Facing that one sword strike was like facing the entire Heaven and Earth. That deep feeling of powerlessness made Imperial Preceptor Jinlun still lack the courage to look him in the eye, even at this moment.

Suddenly, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun looked at the small forest ahead, and a flash of killing intent appeared on his face: “Who is there? Come out!”

“Haha, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun truly has great martial arts. This old Daoist had not even spoken yet, and you already discovered my presence!”

An eerie laugh came from the forest ahead, and several figures walked out.

“It is you!” When he saw these people, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun’s expression changed. These people were none other than Sun Bu’er, Hao Datong, and others from the Quanzhen Sect!

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun showed an unprecedented level of vigilance. He was already severely injured, so how could he not be vigilant when this group from the Quanzhen Sect appeared here?

“I heard that the Quanzhen Sect consists of upright people. Now you block the way of this Imperial Advisor. Do you all want to take advantage of my injuries and kick me while I am down?”

A cold sneer appeared in Imperial Preceptor Jinlun’s eyes. If they truly wanted to do that, they would be seeking death. Even though he was injured, he was definitely not someone that a group of small fry could provoke!

“Why should the Imperial Advisor be angry?” Seeing the vigilant and angry Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, Sun Bu’er smiled: “Today, our Quanzhen Sect did not come to cause you trouble, but to cooperate with you!”

“Cooperate?” Hearing Sun Bu’er’s words, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun was stunned at first, then sneered: “I am a Mongol, while your Quanzhen Sect is a famous righteous sect of the Central Plains Wulin. Cooperate? You must have said that wrong!”

“Wei Ziqing!” Sun Bu’er stared intently at Imperial Preceptor Jinlun and spoke a name, her eyes filled with resentment.

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun was stunned!

Then he laughed!

He never expected that this group of people sought him out for that Heir of the Sword Demon!

“What are you laughing at?” Seeing Imperial Preceptor Jinlun laugh, Sun Bu’er’s face immediately became gloomy: “What are you laughing at? Just one word: do you cooperate or not?”

“Why?” Imperial Preceptor Jinlun was truly puzzled. Did the Central Plains Wulin not always look down on the Mongols? Especially now that the Mongol army was at their gates, the righteous Quanzhen Sect actually wanted to cooperate with him to deal with a hero of the Central Plains Wulin. This really confused him!

“He killed people from my sect and humiliated my sect. Tell me, is this reason enough?” Resentment flared in Sun Bu’er’s eyes like never before.

Even now, she could feel stings of pain on her face, and this was all thanks to Wei Ziqing!

Hao Datong felt somewhat helpless. Cooperating with a Mongol was not the result he wanted, but he also knew that since Wei Ziqing was a Peak Expert, not to mention them, even if the Seven Masters of Quanzhen all appeared together, they might not be able to defeat him!

Moreover, the Seven Masters could no longer be gathered together!

Therefore, he just stood quietly to the side without speaking!

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun looked at the people of the Quanzhen Sect and found that each of their faces showed some resentment. He immediately pushed down the doubts in his heart.

Although he did not know exactly what had happened, their hatred for Wei Ziqing was certainly real.

“Fine, I will cooperate with you!” The enemy of my enemy is my friend. He, Golden Wheel, would not suffer any loss!

Sun Bu’er and the others breathed a heavy sigh of relief. With the cooperation of a Peak Expert and a group of First-Rate Experts, no matter how powerful Wei Ziqing was, what could he do?

However, the following words from Imperial Preceptor Jinlun made the faces of the Quanzhen Sect members turn pale with shock, and they then fell silent.

“But, just by ourselves, we cannot deal with him. He is very strong!”

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun did not want to say this, but it was the truth!

One sword strike had completely robbed him of his ability to resist. Not to mention, that sword technique was called the Nine Swords. Did they think it would be easy to kill him with just this group of people?

“This…”

Sun Bu’er’s face was full of unwillingness. To kill Wei Ziqing, she was willing to betray the entire Central Plains Wulin and cooperate with the Mongol Barbarians. Now, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, a Peak Expert, actually told her that even with their help, they could not kill Wei Ziqing. How could she be satisfied!

“Martial Uncle, perhaps this disciple has a way!” Zhen Zhibing had been standing quietly to the side. Now, hearing the words of Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, a cruel look appeared in his eyes as he stepped forward and spoke.

“Zhibing, you have a way?” Everyone’s gaze suddenly turned to Zhen Zhibing. Especially Sun Bu’er, who excitedly grabbed Zhen Zhibing’s arm.

“Perhaps we cannot threaten him in terms of martial arts, but everyone has a weakness, and he is no exception. This disciple happens to know his weakness!”

Zhen Zhibing’s eyes were full of madness and cruelty.

She forced him to do this!

Since there was no room for him in her heart, if he could not have her, no one could. He wanted to make her see whether the person she loved would choose her or his life!

Weakness?

Hearing this, everyone’s eyes lit up, and they looked at Zhen Zhibing with an inquiring gaze.

The corners of Zhen Zhibing’s mouth curled up slightly, a cruel look flashed in his eyes, and he spoke a name: Little Dragon Maiden!

Wei Ziqing did not know that at this moment, a conspiracy was slowly unfolding around him and Little Dragon Maiden.

His goal was vague. Having come to this world, he had learned martial arts and had now reached the realm of a Peak Expert. Although he did not know when he could break through to the Postnatal Realm, with the Nine Swords of Dugu in his hand, he would not be inferior even if he encountered the former Five Uniques!

He wanted to return to Xiangyang, go outside Xiangyang City to see Brother Condor, and spend the remaining time of less than two years in this world of the Divine Condor!

He rode the yellow-brown horse all the way, moving neither too fast nor too slow, until five or six days had passed.

One day, while Wei Ziqing was feeling leisurely and relaxed.

Suddenly, the sound of a flute came from somewhere. The sound was eerie, like the mournful cry of a winter cicada.

Upon hearing this flute sound, an indescribable feeling of sadness suddenly surged in his heart.

“This flute sound can confuse the mind!” Wei Ziqing’s expression changed. He quickly steadied his mind, and a cold light suddenly burst from his eyes.

He looked up.

He saw a man standing quietly on a cliff ahead. The man wore a green robe and a square cap of the same color. He looked like a scholar and had a thin appearance!

“The Master of Peach Blossom Island, Huang Laoxie!”

Although he had seen the famous Eastern Heretic before, the moment Wei Ziqing saw this man, he knew his identity!

Although he was somewhat surprised as to why Huang Laoxie was blocking his path, his expression quickly turned cold.

“Senior, since you have appeared, why are you standing over there? Does Senior want to enjoy the scenery from up there?” Wei Ziqing said indifferently, but anyone could hear the dissatisfaction in his tone!