The Villain's Counterattack

Chapter 151: The conspiracy to siege Guangmingding is exposed in advance

Song Qingshu left Zhu Jiuzhen behind and walked down the mountaintop. When they were far away, he asked, "What do you think of Zhu Jiuzhen, Master?"

Nun Miejue slowly walked out from the darkness. "Jiuzhen is also a miserable child, but he is a little extreme."

"There's always something hateful about pitiful people. Nun, do you think she's just a little extreme? Have you ever truly understood her past?" Song Qingshu couldn't help but shake his head. "Of the two beauties of Xueling, Wu Qingying is arrogant, and Zhu Jiuzhen is cruel. Wu Qingying looks down on ordinary people, treating them like nothing, while Zhu Jiuzhen plays with their lives. She's an expert at training dogs, and she often lets those vicious dogs kill and maim people, leaving them bruised and battered, even having their internal organs ripped out. Do you think her life is miserable, Nun?"

"Nun, you know that when you meet her, there's no other way for a good person to go except to stay away. It's natural for you to help her and praise her. It's wrong to disobey her or even not help her. Even if you help her but it doesn't go as she wants, that's also wrong. Nun, you know that I once said that Zhu Jiuzhen is not suitable for Wudang, but is suitable for Emei. In addition to her martial arts, her personality also has a lot to do with it." Song Qingshu sighed and said, "Wudang has too many upright people and nobility. They can't tolerate her sins. She can't survive in Wudang."

Nun Miejue almost gasped. "What do you mean by that? Just because you have too many upright people in Wudang, does that mean everyone in Emei is a villain who can't tell right from wrong?"

"Master, please forgive me for being blunt. Your martial arts skills are renowned in the martial arts world, and are among the best. However, your personality is as violent as fire, and you can't tolerate any grain of sand in your eyes, yet you also lack subtlety. You don't pay attention to the personalities of those around you, nor to the opinions of the Emei disciples in the martial arts world. You only care about the things that truly matter to you. For example, the Demon Cult!"

"Master, please don't blame me for speaking bluntly. The Emei sect, which indiscriminately slaughtered anti-Yuan heroes, and the Shaolin sect, which harbored Mongol spies and clung to its old ways, are both accomplices of the Mongols in my eyes." Song Qingshu suddenly asked, "If one day a Shaolin monk wrote a letter to the six major sects requesting a siege on Guangmingding, what would you think, Master?"

"Good!" Nun Miejue couldn't help but shout out in praise, "The evil cult villain must be killed by everyone."

Song Qingshu nodded and said, "The Mongols also think so. Anyone who dares to rebel and refuses to be bullied and slaughtered by them is a traitor who deserves to die. If that Shaolin monk asked you to gather the six major sects, but you yourself did not step forward, would you think this is normal? And Shaolin Sankong has always believed that you were the one who initiated this major event. Do you think this is possible?"

"When the six major sects and the Demon Cult were fighting fiercely, with blood shed, wouldn't it be strange for the abbot to boredly ask Shaolin who was behind this? Or would Shaolin, knowing that it was the abbot who sent the letter inviting them to besiege the Demon Cult, go to the abbot to confirm it?"

Nun Miejue's face was icy cold. She suddenly said, "You keep saying that there are Mongol spies lurking in Shaolin. Apart from that missing Tartar master, what other evidence do you have?"

Song Qingshu sneered, "Direct evidence is hard to find, but circumstantial evidence is plentiful. If you pay a little attention, Master, you'll find that the most violent and brutal incidents often involve lay Shaolin disciples behind the scenes or in the foreground. And among those fighting the Mongols, Shaolin disciples are the smallest group. They merely serve as guardians of order within the martial arts world, maintaining peace and tranquility within the Mongol Yuan Dynasty."

"Master, your prejudice against the Demon Cult is too deep, and you want to wipe them out completely. But I want to use the Demon Cult to fight against the Mongols, so we see different things. I have studied it carefully, and there is definitely more than one Mongol spy in Shaolin. Many of the influential disciples and outstanding lay disciples are problematic. And in many tragedies, there is more or less the shadow of Shaolin, but it is very faint."

Song Qingshu's expression was slightly serious as he said, "If one day a high-ranking Shaolin monk really asks you to rally the six major sects to besiege Guangmingding, it would be best if you agree."

Nun Miejue's mouth twitched slightly as she said, "You knew it was a trap, but you still wanted me to jump into it?"

"Isn't this a golden opportunity to uncover the traitor and simultaneously take revenge on the Mongols? It all depends on whether Nun Tai can adjust her mindset and prioritize the overall situation and the Han people." Song Qingshu bowed and slowly retreated. "The reason why Emei Sect is suitable for Zhu Jiuzhen is because Emei Sect has Ding Minjun, a narrow-minded, intolerant, ruthless, and cruel person. She will teach Zhu Jiuzhen how to behave."

Nun Miejue gritted her teeth. She had received a lot of information today. Some were from Zhu Jiuzhen, some were from herself, some were from Shaolin, and some were from Emei and the Demon Sect. Was she really blind?

"Jiuzhen, tell me, is what Song Qingshu said true?" Zhu Jiuzhen didn't stay on the top of the mountain for long. She heard almost the entire conversation between Song Qingshu and Master Miejue. Only then did she truly understand why Song Qingshu did not accept her. However, she did not think she had done anything wrong. It was just a game.

"There's nothing wrong with it, but..." Zhu Jiuzhen felt a little awkward as he finished speaking. The Emei Sect was a prestigious and powerful one, and killing innocent people seemed like a grave sin. So he changed his words and said, "It's just that I was young and ignorant, and didn't receive much instruction, so I made this mistake. Now that I've become your disciple, I've completely changed my ways and am done with my past mistakes."

Nun Miejue's heart suddenly sank. The disciples of the Demon Sect fought against the Mongols and risked their lives, while her own disciples killed innocent people and harmed the people. However, those who fought against the Mongols were called Demon Sect members, while her own disciples could be openly called disciples of a famous and upright sect. "It's better to admit your mistakes."

Although Master Miejue said so, she no longer had any hope in her heart. At eighteen or nineteen years old, he was still young and ignorant. Zhang Wuji, who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, was able to travel thousands of miles to complete the task of entrusting the orphan to her. Although the result made her very angry, the quality of that child was better than anyone in Emei.

Wudang and Emei were both prestigious and upright sects. Why were all their Wudang disciples truly elite, with impeccable character and martial arts skills, while none of his own disciples were truly capable? Was he really that far behind Zhang Sanfeng? He couldn't even compare to a young man like Song Qingshu?

He had single-handedly discovered Wu Qingying, while he had cast aside Zhu Jiuzhen, whom he had despised. Yet, he considered such a piece of trash a treasure. This child appeared obedient and well-behaved in front of him, yet she hid so many stories. If he knew everything about her, would he actively help her? Most likely not. Given his personality, he might even kill her with a single blow if faced with such a situation.

The conspiracy of the six major sects to besiege Guangmingding was exposed in advance, causing the key figure, Master Miejue, to be on guard. It received hundreds of likes, and the resentment value of this world was cleared!

Song Qingshu felt a wave of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from him, and his state of mind subconsciously improved. Three years remained. Three years until the events of the original novel, when the six major sects besieged Bright Summit, would occur. By then, he would have a serious duel with the Mongol princess. He wondered what other tactics he could employ now that you'd been exposed early.

The Ten Fragrances Softening Muscle Powder is indeed very powerful. I must find a way to get some and study it. It would be best if I could make my own antidote and carry it with me. Even if I have mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art, it will take some time to slowly dissolve the effects of this thing after taking it. In the past two years, I have studied Wang Nangu's poison classics thoroughly, and combined with Hu Qingniu's medical classics, Song Qingshu is confident that his medical skills are now as good as Hu Qingniu's.