NABC Chapter 72 I Also Have Hostages
Chapter 72 I Also Have Hostages
"What's wrong?"
Chen Yuan said with a grin.
"Are you trying to say that the other side is a heretical demon, so there's no need to talk about chivalry and everyone should just fight side by side?!"
Master Kongwen, as expected of the leader of his sect, showed no change in expression even after his thoughts were exposed.
"You flatter me, Benefactor Chen. I was merely offering a friendly reminder."
"You have no connection with the Ming Cult, why would you risk your life by sticking your neck out for them?"
"not to mention--"
He gave Kunlun He Taichong a wink.
He Taichong understood immediately, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly took a step forward, shouting sharply.
"Yin Tianzheng! Look who this is?!"
As he spoke, he raised his arm and pulled out a "little boy" who was bound with ropes and kept his head down and silent from behind him, and pushed him to the front!
"White-browed Eagle King, your grandson is in our hands!"
"If you don't want him to die on the spot, surrender immediately and hand over Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber!"
The atmosphere in the square changed abruptly upon hearing this.
Many members of the six major factions were invigorated, and their gazes toward the Ming Cult camp held a hint of smugness.
We have hostages in our hands, let's see how you handle this!
However, the expected situation did not occur.
Yin Tianzheng did not look furious, and the Ming Cult members were not panicked.
Instead, there was an eerie silence.
Chen Yuan's smile became somewhat strange.
He blinked, looked at the "Zhang Wuji," and then at Yin Tianzheng, whose face was ashen but whose eyes held a strange expression.
Finally, he looked at Wei Yixiao, who also had a subtle expression and was trying hard to suppress a laugh.
Within the Wudang faction, Song Yuanqiao and Yin Liting also wore rather complicated expressions.
Seeing that the Ming Cult had no reaction, He Taichong felt a sudden sense of panic.
But with the arrow already on the bowstring, he had no choice but to release it, and he shouted again.
"Yin Tianzheng, do you not even care about the life of your own grandson?!"
Yin Tianzheng finally made a move.
He slowly raised his hand and touched his long, snow-white beard.
She looked at He Taichong with a hint of "concern" in her eyes and asked.
"Sect Leader He... are you sure...?"
"That thing in your hand... is it my grandson, Zhang Wuji?"
Upon hearing this, He Taichong's heart sank.
Clearly, the other party has seen through this scheme.
He Taichong subconsciously looked at the heroes of Wudang.
Could these guys really have become spies inside?
Before he could react, Yin Tianzheng gently pulled a little boy out from behind him.
"The one you have in your hand is Zhang Wuji, but who is this Zhang Wuji?"
The real Zhang Wuji stood directly in front of Yin Tian, looking at them with a blank expression.
"Grandpa...why did that person...disguise themselves as me?"
"Pfft—"
Within the Ming Cult camp, someone finally couldn't help but laugh.
This was immediately followed by a low, strange coughing sound.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, He Taichong's face turned from green to red, and then from red to purple.
It turns out that Zhang Wuji had been staying with the Ming Cult all along, so wouldn't he have just brought shame upon himself by doing this?
He immediately turned his gaze toward Shaolin.
A moment later, he turned his head and looked towards Wudang.
The scheme devised by Shaolin could be interpreted as Zhang Wuji still being with Wudang, but it was actually Song Yuanqiao of Wudang who came up with it!
Looking at Zhang Wuji across from him, his complexion was rosy, showing no signs of being poisoned by the cold.
Clearly, Song Yuanqiao of Wudang had deceived them from the very beginning.
Song Yuanqiao: "..."
The current situation is quite awkward.
He never expected that Chen Yuan, who had taken Zhang Wuji away, would appear here.
Unexpectedly, He Taichong actually dared to use the scheme from last night.
Song Yuanqiao could only keep a straight face and stare blankly into the distance, pretending not to see He Taichong's murderous gaze.
But He Taichong has humiliated himself to the extreme today, how could he let it go?
His eyes turned sinister, and his voice was forced out through clenched teeth.
"Master Song, you said in public yesterday that Zhang Wuji has been poisoned by cold and is being treated at Wudang."
"Could this be a lie to deceive us?!"
"Stop!"
Before he could finish speaking, Chen Yuan interrupted, his voice laced with mockery.
"Speaking of which, I also have a hostage in my hands."
He moved slightly and appeared beside Yin Tianzheng.
He took a bulging sack from Yin Tianzheng, carried it with one hand, and walked back to the open space between the Ming Cult and the six major sects in a few steps.
Chen Yuan said with a grin.
"I'm not like that guy you have."
As he spoke, he untied the bag, revealing a person inside.
The man's eyes were closed, and his face was ashen.
"Ladies and gentlemen, look! Clang! Clang!—Master Yuanzhen of Shaolin!"
Exclamations of surprise erupted once again from the six major sects.
They certainly recognized "Yuanzhen".
After all, it was Yuanzhen who came up with the plan to find someone to impersonate Zhang Wuji.
But how did this guy get captured by the other side?
Elder Tian craned his neck to take a look and whispered a complaint to Elder Zou.
"So that's why this guy disappeared. Turns out he was captured."
Elder Zou: "Yes, what happened?"
"I think this guy was trying to hog the food behind our backs, and they found out."
Elder Zou: "That's so unfair!"
"Serves him right! Who told him not to take us with him?"
Elder Zou: "Yes, yes."
"Bang!"
Master Kongwen slammed his staff down hard and said coldly.
"Benefactor Chen, are you making an enemy of Shaolin?"
This is utterly disgraceful to Shaolin.
"Don't rush, Master."
Chen Yuan released Cheng Kun's acupoints and laughed.
"Master Yuanzhen, aren't you going to explain this situation?"
Cheng Kun slowly opened his eyes, looked at Master Kongwen, and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"Abbot, this disciple wishes to infiltrate first and, with the help of those inside and outside, wipe out the evil sect in one fell swoop."
"I never imagined that my skills were not up to par and I would be captured by the Demonic Sect."
He closed his eyes, his voice mournful and piercing.
"Abbot, fellow practitioners, please don't worry about me!"
"To eradicate evil completely and wipe out the evil cult is the righteous path."
"If I don't go to hell, who will?"
These words, spoken with such poignant resolve, moved many disciples of the six major sects, who looked at him with a newfound respect and sympathy.
Master Kongwen's face grew even angrier as he stared intently at Chen Yuan.
"What a fine 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"
Chen Yuan chuckled to himself.
"You're quite the actor."
He walked up to Cheng Kun and turned his back to him.
"Everyone, more than twenty years ago, there was a man in the martial arts world named Cheng Kun, nicknamed Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand."
He took a fancy to the wife of Yang Dingtian, the leader of the Ming Cult, but could not have her.
"As a married man, she wouldn't even look at him."
"I rejected him on the spot."
"After being rejected, he was filled with grief and indignation and was determined to destroy the Ming Cult and make Yang Dingtian regret it."
"For this, he didn't hesitate to infiltrate Shaolin Temple and even become a dog for the Tartars..."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Cheng Kun suddenly stood up, his face sinister, and raised his palm to strike Chen Yuan's back.
It's okay to expose him, but we can't deny his love for his junior sister, and we certainly can't make things up!
The sudden turn of events elicited a gasp from the Ming Cult, and Wei Yixiao even shouted.
"Be careful!"
Chen Yuan was completely unaware until he was struck hard by Cheng Kun's palm.
"Bang!"
Many people from the six major sects showed joy upon seeing this scene.
The demon has fallen victim!