He paused for a moment, then continued, "As for the second matter, the passing of Master Kongjian has caused great sorrow throughout the world. However, the Golden-haired Lion King and I have a sworn brotherhood, and he is my sworn brother."
"To be honest, I know very well where my sworn brother is! But as a man of the martial world, I value 'righteousness' above all else. I would rather die than reveal the slightest detail about my sworn brother's whereabouts."
“This matter has nothing to do with our sect or my fellow disciples. I, Zhang Cuishan, will take full responsibility for it.”
"If you insist on threatening to kill me, then please do so."
At this point, Zhang Cuishan straightened his neck and said loudly, "In my life, I have never done anything to disgrace my sect, nor have I ever killed a single good person unjustly."
“If any of you here today insist on forcing me to do something unjust... Zhang Cuishan will have no choice but to die.”
His words came from the bottom of his heart and were filled with righteous indignation.
"What a hero!"
"Zhang Wuxia's words were powerful and inspiring, and they really got my blood pumping!"
Despite being his enemies, the assembled heroes of the martial arts world couldn't help but exclaim in admiration upon hearing these words.
Kong Wen recited a Buddhist chant: "Amitabha!"
He thought to himself, "Judging from what he said, it doesn't seem like he's lying. What should I do now?"
Just then, a child's voice suddenly called out from outside the hall window: "Daddy!"
Zhang Cuishan's heart trembled. That voice belonged to his son, Wuji. Overjoyed, he shouted, "Wuji, you're back?"
Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Ning, who were seated at the head of the table, exchanged a glance and both understood each other's meaning. Xiao Ning said, "Senior brother, please wait here for a moment. I'll go and make a trip!"
Zhang Sanfeng nodded in agreement.
However, when that voice appeared just now, both Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Ning sensed it. There was a man dressed in Mongolian military uniform hiding outside the hall, holding an eight or nine-year-old boy in his arms.
The boy's mouth was covered, but he was still struggling. It was the man who had been careless and made the boy cry out.
Immediately, the man realized something was wrong. He grabbed the boy and leaped onto the roof, intending to escape. Xiao Ning and Zhang Sanfeng greeted each other in the hall, then Xiao Ning gave chase.
"Huh?"
Just after Xiao Ning left, the three Shaolin monks sensed something, exclaimed in surprise, but found nothing.
However, Xiao Ning had been using the Qi Concealing Technique from the Nine Yang Divine Skill, perfectly concealing all of his aura.
So much so that he sat beside Zhang Sanfeng for an entire morning, yet none of the five or six hundred martial arts heroes in the Zhenwu Hall noticed his presence.
As Zhang Cuishan left the main hall, one person each from the Wushan Sect and the Divine Fist Sect stood at the entrance. Thinking that Zhang Cuishan was trying to escape, they shouted in unison, "Where are you going?" and reached out to grab him.
Zhang Cuishan, longing for his son, swung his arms and threw the two men more than ten feet away. He ran outside the hall, only to find it empty and deserted, without a single person in sight.
He shouted, "Wuji, Wuji!" but no one responded.
More than ten people chased after him, but seeing that he had not escaped, they did not go forward to arrest him, but stood aside to keep watch.
Zhang Cuishan called out again, "Wuji, Wuji!" but still no one answered.
Because Yin Susu was a concubine, she did not come out to greet the guests from the back hall. When she heard her husband shout "Wuji," she rushed out and called out in a trembling voice, "Wuji, has my child returned?"
Zhang Cuishan replied, "I think I heard his voice just now, but when I chased after him, he was gone."
Upon hearing this, Yin Susu was quite disappointed and said in a low voice, "Perhaps you miss your child and misheard."
Zhang Cuishan paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I clearly heard it."
Fearing that his wife might cause trouble after meeting the guests, he quickly said, "You should go back first!"
He returned to the hall, bowed to Kong Wen, and said, "This junior has been missing my son. Please forgive my rudeness, Master."
Kong Zhi, who was sitting upright to the side, spoke up: "Excellent, excellent! Zhang Wuxia misses his beloved son so much that he is obsessed and mad. Does Xie Xun not have parents, wives and children of all the many people he has harmed?"
He was small and thin, less than five feet tall, but his voice was booming, making everyone in the Zhenwu Hall's ears ring.
Zhang Cuishan was in a state of utter confusion and had no answer.
Meanwhile, the man dressed in Mongolian military uniform carried the little boy onto the roof, then with a light step, he used his lightness skill to float away, flying several feet away in an instant.
Without stopping, he lightly touched the rooftops of the temples on Wudang Mountain and leaped over them, quickly leaving Wudang Mountain and arriving at the Sword-Unraveling Pool halfway up the mountain.
The man in the Mongolian military uniform couldn't help but sneer: "So what if he calls himself the number one in the world, a legend in the martial arts world? He's just a name without substance. I, Lu Zhangke, can come and go as I please."
Then, he shook his head with regret: "Speaking of which, those two young ladies from the Emei Sect are really tempting. They're beautiful and have great figures. Their breasts and butts are just...tsk tsk tsk!"
"Unfortunately, the prince's mission cannot be delayed, otherwise, Master Lu would definitely have given you all a good thrashing, hiss!"
After muttering to himself for a while, the man slurped his saliva, picked up the little boy, and swaggered down the mountain.
Just then, the man's relaxed expression suddenly turned deathly pale, as if he had encountered the most terrifying thing in the world.
From a distance, it appeared that an arm had suddenly been placed on the man's shoulder.
Just now, the man felt a sudden weight on his shoulders, as if a thousand pounds were pressing down on him.
Moreover, what terrified the Mongolian soldier the most was that once that mysterious arm was placed on his shoulder, he was completely immobilized, as if he had been frozen in place.
Not only that, the man felt that he couldn't even speak, like a wooden stake.
Then, the boy he was holding was taken away, and he heard someone say, "Go back!"
It felt like I was being pushed back at lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, I was gone from the Sword-Unraveling Pool on the mountainside to the Zhenwu Hall.
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