His current combat power is already enough to instantly suppress a Half-Step Grandmaster?
Wuqing's heart trembled slightly; Fahai's cultivation progress was truly terrifying.
It was unheard of in the Jianghu.
And his style of action was extremely decisive and sharp, which might seem cold and ruthless to ordinary Jianghu people.
But for Six Doors, it was exactly what they wanted.
The duty of Six Doors was to monitor the Jianghu with an iron fist.
If martial artists used their power to bully others, Six Doors would suppress them with even greater force.
Only thunderous methods, capable of sufficiently deterring people, could keep these lawless Jianghu ruffians in check.
In Wuqing's view, Fahai's actions were not only not excessive but rather just right.
Qingcheng Sect had long been restless and had committed evil deeds in the region.
Six Doors had long been dissatisfied with them, but had simply not yet found the time to deal with them.
Now that Fahai had wiped them out, it was exactly what they wanted.
As for offending Mount Song Sect because of this—
Qingcheng Sect had always been a running dog kept by Mount Song Sect.
Now that Zuo Lengchan had lost his capable pawns, he was probably fuming with rage.
But this was even better.
Since Fahai began his journey in the Jianghu, he had successively made enemies with Ding Chunqiu, Murong Fu, Zuo Lengchan, and others.
The more enemies, the better.
Only by offending enough people was he worthy of being the one to stir up the winds and clouds.
The more factions he offended, the narrower Fahai's path would become.
Eventually, he would realize that only Six Doors could take him in.
This time, Wuqing chose to watch with cold eyes.
Inside Number One Under Heaven Villa.
Shangguan Haitang stood by the lake, smiling faintly as she looked at the water.
This Fahai really was a handful.
Wiping out Qingcheng Sect caused a stir in the Jianghu.
No wonder he was expelled from Buddhism.
Such a ruthless nature was indeed incompatible with the pure and peaceful atmosphere of a temple.
But this was also good.
The more trouble he caused in the Jianghu, and the more enemies he made, the greater the Dragon Guard Villa's opportunity would be.
When he found himself surrounded by enemies, he would naturally realize that the only place that could shelter him was Dragon Guard Villa.
At that time, joining Dragon Guard Villa would be his only choice.
Mount Song Sect, Xingxiu Sect, Murong Family…
Although they had some reputation in the Jianghu, compared to the behemoth that was Dragon Guard Villa, they were nothing more than that.
Shangguan Haitang was in an excellent mood; the lake breeze caressed her face, and she gently curved her lips, her smile both heroic and breathtakingly beautiful.
It was a pity that such a beautiful scene was unseen by anyone.
At the same time, deep within Mount Song Sect.
Zuo Lengchan was secretly plotting a major event.
The unification of the Five Mountains!
The Five Mountains Sword Sect had been an alliance a hundred years ago, but they had always governed themselves, checked each other, and never truly united.
Zuo Lengchan's goal was to unify the Five Mountains and achieve hegemony!
He was an ambitious man and had been planning this for many years.
Among the Five Mountains Sword Sect, his secret agents were already spread everywhere.
Even the most trusted Personal Disciple of the Huashan Sect Leader was a chess piece he had planted.
Mount Song Sect was already the strongest, and with years of strategic layout, the other four sects had long been thoroughly infiltrated.
Therefore, he was confident in unifying the Five Mountains.
He just waited for the right moment to raise his arm and rally the heroes!
Just then, a piece of news arrived.
Qingcheng Sect was annihilated!
Zuo Lengchan's face instantly darkened, and his eyes blazed with fury.
Although Qingcheng Sect was not strong, it was his most effective tool.
Many matters that were inconvenient for him to handle were done by them.
Now that Qingcheng Sect had been uprooted, it was like losing an arm; how could he not be angry?
Who was it?
Who dared to touch my Zuo Lengchan's chess piece!
Soon, he found out the culprit.
That Little Monk who had recently risen to fame—Fahai.
Tenth on the innate ranking, only fifteen years old, he was indeed a rare Genius.
He had heard of him before.
However, Geniuses who had not yet matured were not uncommon in the Jianghu.
A cold light flashed in Zuo Lengchan's eyes.
This incident was perfect for advancing his grand plan!
“Issue a public announcement immediately!” Zuo Lengchan ordered sharply.
“The Demon Monk Fahai has indiscriminately killed innocents and caused chaos in the Jianghu. Mount Song Sect shall gather heroes and righteous figures to eliminate this menace for the people!”
“Additionally, send people to spread the news to major Schools like Huashan and Hengshan, inviting them to quickly gather at Mount Song to discuss how to deal with the Demon Monk.”
One of the Thirteen Protectors whispered his assent and then turned to leave.
For a time, the Jianghu was in turmoil, with undercurrents surging.
This order issued by Zuo Lengchan caused a huge uproar in the Martial Forest, and everyone discussed it animatedly.
“That Demon Monk Fahai is killing people everywhere; maybe we’ll be next.”
“Sect Leader Zuo is right; we should unite to eliminate this scourge.”
Many also believed that to mobilize the entire Jianghu's power for a mere Innate realm Fahai was making a mountain out of a molehill.
But no matter what, everyone understood one thing.
Fahai was in big trouble this time.
He had been targeted by the entire Jianghu.
A white homing pigeon landed in Wanwan's hand; she took the secret letter from its leg, read it, and then released the pigeon.
“This is our Yin Kui Sect's messenger pigeon.”
She looked at Fahai, her expression solemn.
“Little Monk Fahai, you’ve caused big trouble this time.”
“Zuo Lengchan of Mount Song Sect has issued a summons, calling on the Jianghu to jointly besiege and kill you, saying it’s to eliminate a scourge for the Martial Forest.”
“Your title in the Jianghu is now ‘Demon Monk’.”
“Demon Monk?!”
Xuzhu exclaimed, his expression flustered, “Senior Brother Fahai, what should we do?”
Fahai, however, remained calm, not flustered at all.
Just a Mount Song Sect, what was there to be afraid of?
Zuo Lengchan actually called him a Demon Monk; it was utterly ridiculous.
Although this person claimed to be of the Righteous Path, his actions and those of his Disciples were no different from beasts.
In the entire Smiling, Proud Wanderer Jianghu, the two most hypocritical and insidious Righteous Path figures were Zuo Lengchan and Yue Buqun.
To unify the Martial Forest, Zuo Lengchan resorted to all means, fair or foul, planting his informants in all major Schools.
Such a person dared to call himself a Demon Monk?
Fahai smiled coldly and slowly said, “As the saying goes, if I do not enter Hell, who will?”
“Since they want to kill me, let them come.”
Wanwan looked puzzled after hearing this: “Is that how this phrase is used?”
Fahai nodded slightly, his tone firm: “Naturally so.”
“This humble monk is not one to indiscriminately kill innocents, but rather to cleanse the filth from the Jianghu.”
“To purify this world, I am willing to stain my hands with blood and offer myself to the Demon.”
“If this doesn't count as ‘I do not enter Hell,’ then what does?”
Watching Fahai earnestly spout such twisted logic, Wanwan couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Little Monk Fahai was indeed extraordinary.
Not to mention within Buddhism, even in the Jianghu, it would be hard to find such a person.
Fahai, Wanwan, and Xuzhu continued their journey, heading straight for Wuliang Mountain.
Days later, they finally arrived near Wuliang Mountain.
At this time, because Congbian XianSheng Su Xinghe had widely invited masters from all over the world to solve the Zhenlong Chess Game.
The Wuliang Mountain area was bustling with Jianghu figures coming and going.
Within dozens of miles, it was extraordinarily lively, with Jianghu people visible everywhere.
“How lively!”
Xuzhu had lived in the mountains since childhood and had never seen such a lively scene, and he couldn't help but feel a touch of emotion.
“The Zhenlong Chess Game, unsolved for thirty years.”
“But every time it opens, it becomes a major Jianghu event, attracting countless masters.”
“Such liveliness is quite understandable.”
Although no one had yet solved the chess game,
this did not diminish everyone's enthusiasm for coming to watch.
One must know that whoever could solve the Zhenlong Chess Game would inherit the unique skills of Xiaoyao Sect.
Who among the Martial Forest wouldn't be tempted?