He Taichong stroked his long beard and nodded in agreement: "Sect Leader Xianyu is absolutely right. That scoundrel Cheng Kun has made arrangements. We should deal with the aftermath as soon as possible."
After discussing it, the five elders of Kongtong all agreed. The eldest, Guan Neng, hurriedly replied, "Let's go, let's go! If someone sets off explosives, we'll be finished. We can discuss anything after we get down the mountain!"
Kongzhi hesitated for a long time before finally nodding: "That's right. Since the siege of Bright Peak was a conspiracy by the traitor Cheng Kun, we should make a clean break and retreat from Bright Peak before making further plans!"
Seeing the panic among the members of the five major sects, Cheng Kun smiled smugly: "Haha, trying to run away? Too late! You'll all be buried with me!"
Everyone was shocked and panicked.
Just then, Zhang Cuishan stepped forward and said calmly, "Gentlemen, please calm down!"
"Cheng Kun, I have just destroyed all the gunpowder you buried in the Ming Cult's forbidden area!"
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Chapter 61 The Death of Cheng Kun
"My God! So much gunpowder! If it's ignited, won't the entire Bright Peak be blown to smithereens?"
"What a vicious heart! This is an attempt to uproot the martial arts world of the Central Plains!"
"Fortunately, Zhang Wuxia saw through Cheng Kun's plot; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable!"
"That's right, a life-saving grace is greater than heaven, we all owe Zhang Wuxia a huge favor!"
"The traitor Cheng Kun must be punished!"
An hour later, after a flurry of activity, the gunpowder that Zhang Cuishan had thrown into the stream was all moved to the square in front of the main hall of Bright Summit.
Seeing the mountain of gunpowder piled up in the square, everyone was in an uproar. They were filled with righteous indignation and spoke out angrily.
Cheng Kun was completely dumbfounded when he saw this scene.
"This is impossible, absolutely impossible..."
"How could you find the gunpowder I planted... I don't believe it... It's all an illusion, ha ha, an illusion..."
Cheng Kun roared wildly, unwilling to believe that his painstaking arrangements had been ruined and had had no effect whatsoever.
Zhang Cuishan dusted off his sleeves, his expression nonchalant.
“Cheng Kun, when you sneaked up to the back of Bright Peak, I noticed something was amiss. I followed you into the Ming Cult’s forbidden area and discovered the gunpowder you had buried.”
"Then, you planted the gunpowder, and I disposed of it right afterward! How about that, isn't that despairing?"
Zhang Cuishan's sarcastic words caused everyone to burst into laughter.
"You...you..."
Cheng Kun's eyes bulged out, and his cheeks turned a deep liver color. He was so angry that he could not speak while pointing at Zhang Cuishan.
"puff!"
Enraged, Cheng Kun tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed limply, unable to move again.
"Huh!"
The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment. Yang Xiao stepped forward, checked his breathing, and took his pulse for a moment.
"He was so enraged that he died of anger!"
These words caused an even greater uproar among the crowd.
I was so angry with myself.
This kind of death is truly extremely rare.
People had only heard of such a narrow-minded person in the past, but had never seen one before. They never expected to see it today.
However, this makes sense.
Cheng Kun's lifelong ambition was to one day destroy the Ming Cult and avenge the loss of his wife.
To achieve this goal, he resorted to any means necessary, even utterly inhumane ones, killing his own apprentice's entire family and betraying his own people by joining the Mongols.
After decades of effort, victory is in sight, just one last step away. It seems that we can wipe out the Ming Cult in one fell swoop, and incidentally strike at the major sects of the Central Plains martial arts world, thus completing the Mongol mission.
Who would have thought that all the calculations and plans would be completely destroyed, and decades of hard work would turn into nothing?
Cheng Kun could not accept this fact.
In a fit of rage, he died of anger.
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Seeing that things had come to this, Kongzhi stepped forward, clasped his hands together, and broke the silence: "Amitabha! Thank you, Zhang Wuxia, for saving our lives. We will remember this forever!"
"The expedition to Bright Peak is hereby abandoned!"
"Now that Zhang Wuxia has become the leader of the Ming Cult, we hope that he can restrain his followers, guide them towards good, encourage them to do good and eliminate evil, uphold justice and eliminate wickedness, and bring benefits to the martial arts world!"
"If Zhang Wuxia has the time in the future and graces my humble temple with his presence, I will certainly open the temple gates wide and prepare a warm welcome!"
Zhang Cuishan nodded: "You're too kind, Master. There are Mongol Yuan Dynasty's henchmen lying in ambush down the mountain. I hope you will be careful when you go down the mountain!"
You treated me with courtesy, and I am not an unreasonable person.
Since the old Shaolin monk had backed down, Zhang Cuishan naturally wouldn't speak ill of him.
Afterwards, Monk Kongzhi led a group of Shaolin monks to collect the remains of their fallen comrades, left the plaza, descended from Bright Peak, and returned home.