Chapter 15: Wudang's Acting Head, Song Qingshu

Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji with full of contempt and hatred in his words.

''You little sweep, you were born to kill your own parents. All you know how to do is flatter your master, and your master has to give you a lot of internal strength every day to help you resist the cold. If those internal strengths were given to me, I would have already become a martial arts expert!''

As Song Qingshu continued to speak, his words became more and more offensive, and he eventually spoke about Zhang Wuji's parents. Zhang Wuji angrily rebuked him.

"You can say whatever you want about me, but you can't say anything about my parents!"

Song Qingshu had no respect for his deceased seniors either.

As he spoke, his words became more and more offensive, and he used his fingers to contemptuously and insultingly poke Zhang Wuji's forehead.

Zhang Wuji was struck where it hurt, unable to bear his parents being insulted, and suddenly bit down hard on Song Qingshu's two fingers that were used to poke him. Song Qingshu was also caught off guard and was immediately screaming in pain.

A few Wudang disciples saw that Song Qingshu was injured and rushed over to help. They finally managed to pull Zhang Wuji away.

As Zhang Wuji was pulled away and let go, Song Qingshu felt a sharp pain in his heart. He looked at his two fingers that had been bitten open, exposing the flesh and bones, and his face immediately filled with resentment.

His expression became ferocious and he had a desire to kill in his heart.

He took a step forward and kicked Zhang Wuji with a kick that he put internal strength into.

"Go to hell!"

Zhang Wuji had just taken a heart-protecting pill that Zhang Sanfeng had left behind before going into seclusion, so he only spit up blood and was not seriously injured.

Several Wudang disciples immediately suppressed Zhang Wuji, preventing him from going crazy again.

At this point, Zhou Zhiruo was already panicked. If Song Qingshu really let Zhang Wuji be beaten or killed, Zhang Sanfeng would be furious and pursue the matter, and she would not be able to escape. She quickly spoke up to stop him.

"Senior Brother Qingshu"

Song Qingshu, full of the desire to kill, grabbed his injured hand and shouted recklessly,

"Grab him for me, I want to cut off his hand!"

Before Song Qingshu could make any move, a woman's mocking voice came from the roof not far away.

"Oh, so this is the way Wudang practitioners do things, so many people beating up one."

The voice was crisp and pleasing to the ear, but when it fell into Zhou Zhiruo's ears, it made her face change. If today's events were to get out, it would be bad.

"I apologize, may I ask which martial arts sect you are from up there, friend?"

The red-clothed, masked woman ignored her and instead spoke mockingly.

"Friend? Who knows you? Hurry up and put your clothes on, you fox spirit!"

Zhou Zhiruo couldn't hold her face up after being spoken to like this, and her expression turned cold.

She no longer pretended to be gentle and friendly.

"If you have the courage, come down here!"

Xiao Zhao naturally wasn't afraid. She had prepared to take action if necessary when she spoke. She gracefully turned over and flew down to the ground.

Zhou Zhiruo grabbed the sword of a nearby Wudang disciple and rushed to attack. Song Qingshu also had the intention of killing in order to cover up, and together with Zhou Zhiruo, they surrounded and attacked the mysterious red-clothed, masked woman.

Xiao Zhao had a cold iron chain in her hand, which could be used as both a whip and a sword blocker.

She was agile and after a few moves, she was actually able to force the two of them into a somewhat embarrassing situation.

During the fight, the mask was accidentally brushed off, revealing a beautiful face with dark eyebrows and bright eyes. Seeing the situation was not good, Song Qingshu quickly suggested to Zhou Zhiruo to go back to the room and get the Yitian Sword.

When Xiao Zhao heard this, she was even happier. She had come to Wudang specifically for the Yitian Sword, so that she could get the cold iron chain that was hard to injure at the wrist.

Seeing that Zhou Zhiruo had gone back to the room, Song Qingshu quickly surrounded and attacked with the other Wudang disciples, both delaying and keeping the red-clothed woman from escaping.

Xiao Zhao was surrounded and beaten by more than a dozen people as she walked, and without realizing it, she broke into the Wudang Zhenwu Great Hall next to the courtyard.

Song Qingshu had just entered the Zhenwu Great Hall and had a slightly pleased expression on his face.

He thought to himself that the red-clothed woman had panicked and fled into the hall, and he would surely be able to block the door and kill her to cover up the matter.

However, upon looking up, he saw a tall statue of Zhenwu, standing about several zhangs tall, in the center of the hall, with a person slanted in its arms.

The person, dressed in a dark robe with a bamboo hairpin holding their hair in place, had deep and warm eyes like jade, and was leaning on one arm of the statue with interest, looking at them.

Song Qingshu's steps faltered, and he was no match for Xiao Zhao, who was a mediocre practitioner of the Wudang martial arts.

Easily wielding her chain whip like a whip, she sent several Wudang disciples rolling on the ground in pain, while the rest retreated in fear.

The red-clothed woman was now trapped in the hall and couldn't escape.

However, it was the young man standing in the embrace of the statue who made Song Qingshu feel uncomfortable with just a glance.

His eyes showed no trace of contempt or mockery, but Song Qingshu felt a surge of anger and resentment.

It felt like when watching a play, the curtain flag hanging above the stage would never be noticed, even if it was occasionally glanced at, it would be naturally overlooked.

This kid didn't take himself seriously at all! It was just like seeing a pillar or a bench! Song Qingshu

immediately became angry at the thought, and pointed his sword at the man, shouting loudly.

"What kind of person are you, kid? How dare you disrespect the image of the Great Emperor of True Martial Arts! Get down here quickly!"

When he heard Song Qingshu calling him, Li Xiu also moved his attention away from the few Wudang disciples.

"You ask what kind of person I am, what kind of person are you?" Li Xiu didn't move an inch and instead asked Song Qingshu.

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu's expression immediately straightened and his eyebrows unconsciously raised as he said the classic line he had repeated countless times.

"My father is the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao, and I am the current leader of Wudang, Song Qingshu."

Without realizing it, Song Qingshu instinctively said Wudang's current powerlessness.

He thought that upon mentioning his identity, the other party would at least show some respect and also introduce themselves, but he didn't expect the kid to have a mysterious smile on his eyebrows.

Li Xiu looked at Song Qingshu, who was seriously speaking below the statue, and couldn't help but feel like laughing.

This might be something that people in this world couldn't understand as a joke, after all, from their perspective, it was just a bit of self-satisfaction due to his family background.

After Li Xiu was confronted, he quickly turned the question around on Song Qingshu.

Li Xiu, who had read countless novels, couldn't help but know who he was and how he would respond.

However, when Song Qingshu said it in a serious manner, it had a comical meaning.

Li Xiu couldn't help but have a strange expression on his face. Isn't this the alternate world version of "my dad is Li Gang"?

Seeing that the boy no longer paid attention to him after answering, Song Qingshu yelled again in anger.

"Kid, are you deaf! I told you to stop disrespecting the art of martial arts, quickly roll down and apologize by bowing down!"

At the same time, Song Qingshu was secretly having a headache. Why is it that whenever anyone wants to visit after Wudang's masters have entered seclusion, they can just walk in as if they own the place.

If this isn't handled well, how will he explain it to Wudang's masters? It could even affect his chances of becoming the next leader of Wu Dang!

Thinking of this, Song Qingshu's desire to kill increased.

Kill! Kill them all! These two people must die!

And after killing Zhang Wuji, that little rascal, he can blame it on these two people!

Xiao Zhao and the dozen or so Wudang disciples were also temporarily distracted from the fight by Song Qingshu and himself.

The situation calmed down, feeling like there was no longer anything to watch, Li Xiu no longer leaned against the statue and leapt down.

As the true qi circulated within his body, Li Xiu lightly floated down like a weed, naturally and effortlessly.

As Li Xiu was still in mid-air, Song Qingshu's face flashed with a sinister look and immediately sent a sword towards him.

Li Xiu glanced at it but seemed to not see it, allowing it to proceed.

Song Qingshu's sharp sword struck like a venomous snake, piercing the air with a sharp sound and aiming directly for Li Xiu's ribs.

He had a plan in mind - if this sword hit, it would directly pierce through Li Xiu's heart from his left rib, and even if the young man had strong martial arts skills, he would certainly not be able to survive.

In the blink of an eye, Song Qingshu had already attacked and, seeing that the young man in front of him hadn't even reacted, he couldn't help but show a hint of cruelty and mockery on his face.

Such weak martial arts skills, and he still dared to sneak into Wudang - he's really looking for death!

The sword tip approached Li Xiu's ribs! Closer!

But unfortunately, it didn't get any closer!

Song Qingshu's sharp sword was stopped three inches away from Li Xiu's body, as if it were stabbed into a piece of black iron or gold essence, unable to move even a fraction further.

Instead, in an instant, a strong and domineering internal force burst out and rebounded.

The first to suffer was Song Qingshu's beloved sword, followed by Song Qingshu himself, who had a stiff expression and a confused look on his face.

"Crack, crack, bang!"

The sword was cleanly broken into several pieces and flew away, while Song Qingshu was blasted several yards away and hit a thick palace column, his mouth spewing blood.

The blood mist hung in the air and stained the ground red when it landed.

Several Wudang disciples, who had originally wanted to join in and help the senior brother when they saw him sneak attack, were scared by the scene and retreated, almost dropping their swords.