PFC Chapter 250 Alliance on the Front Lines
Chapter 250 Alliance on the Front Lines
"Unfortunately, although one person escaped alive, he passed away within three days! According to the message he brought back, the Fire Attack Monk seemed to have practiced some kind of evil magic, and his martial arts were so powerful that he had reached a state of perfection!"
"They can even fly through the clouds, covering a hundred feet in a single step! Moreover, when using their powers, they can conjure talisman arrays out of thin air, capable of killing people invisibly! It's simply terrifying!"
Ku Hui frowned, pondered for a moment, and then continued speaking with a solemn expression.
Upon hearing this, Duan Zhengchun's eyes widened in surprise, his face filled with shock.
Murder with a talisman?!
He had never heard of it!
It seems that this trip to the Vajra Sect will be a fierce battle with an unpredictable outcome!
He was already glad that he hadn't brought Xiaolongnu and the others with him this time.
"Regardless of whether he's really that terrifying, I'm still determined to go to Zixia Peak. I'll see for myself whether he's human or demon!"
After taking a swig of wine, Duan Zhengchun snorted softly and said...
"Since Benefactor Duan's goal is to eradicate the Vajra Sect, this humble monk has no reason to stand idly by. Please allow the Shaolin Temple of the Western Regions to accompany me on this journey to Zixia Peak!"
Ku Hui looked at Duan Zhengchun seriously and spoke slowly.
"If what the master said is true, many people may die."
Duan Zhengchun hesitated before speaking.
"Everyone dies eventually. Now that it has been confirmed that he is the Fire Attack Monk from back then, this humble monk will naturally give a satisfactory explanation to the Shaolin Temple in the Central Plains and to those disciples who died at his hands."
Ku Hui looked at Duan Zhengchun and said with a firm expression.
"Alright, then let's drink until we drop tonight!"
"I just wonder if all these drinks add up to three hundred cups!"
Duan Zhengchun stopped trying to dissuade him, laughed wildly twice, and downed another cup.
"Please drink as much as you like, benefactor! If it's not enough, there's more in the temple! We'll make sure you're satisfied!"
Ku Hui said affirmatively, while raising his cup and downing several cups of tea in one go.
That night, the two talked almost all night in the pavilion. Duan Zhengchun drank all night, and Ku Hui kept him company all night.
Duan Zhengchun didn't know how much he drank, but it must have been more than three hundred cups. In the end, he only remembered being carried back by others.
Two days later, Duan Zhengchun set off again with Li Mochou, but this time Ku Hui also brought dozens of elite Shaolin disciples with him.
With the assistance of the Shaolin Temple in the Western Regions, Duan Zhengchun's chances of success on his trip to Zixia Peak have increased significantly.
...
Just after Duan Zhengchun led his team on a three-day journey, they were suddenly blocked by a group of people.
"Benefactor Duan, has the Vajra Sect already discovered that you've gone to the Western Regions?!"
Ku Hui quickly came to Duan Zhengchun's side, looking worriedly at the dark mass of people in the distance, and asked with a solemn expression.
"will not!"
Duan Zhengchun firmly denied Ku Hui's guess, because if the Vajra Sect made any big moves, Hong Lingbo would definitely send someone to deliver the news.
"I gonna go see!"
Li Mochou, with a sullen face, coldly said something, and then drew her sword to walk towards the other party.
"No need!"
"It's one of our own!"
At this moment, Duan Zhengchun suddenly reached out and stopped Li Mochou, while revealing a meaningful smile.
As they were speaking, the group of people in the distance quickly came to meet them.
Looking around, Duan Zhengchun immediately spotted two familiar faces in the crowd, and the smile on his face deepened.
"Young Master Duan!"
As the voice rang out, the two men, each wielding a long sword, quickly approached.
These two were none other than Qing Lingzi, the leader of the Kunlun Sect, and his junior brother, Qin Mohan, the second-in-command of the Kunlun Sect, dressed in green!
"Oh, it's you two! It's been a long time!"
Duan Zhengchun clasped his hands in a salute and greeted the two men with a smile.
"Yes, it's been ten years since we last met!"
"Young Master Duan, how have you been?"
Qing Lingzi and Qin Mohan immediately returned the greeting with clasped hands, their faces full of excited smiles.
Duan Zhengchun smiled and introduced the two to Li Mochou and Ku Hui. Only then did Ku Hui realize that the person blocking their way was not an enemy, but the second-in-command of the Kunlun Sect.
Although the Western Regions Salin and the Kunlun Sect are both Western Regions sects, the two sects have never had any contact with each other, and only know of each other's existence.
What are you two doing here?
Duan Zhengchun glanced at Qing Lingzi and Qin Mohan and asked curiously.
"We've been waiting here specifically for Young Master Duan!"
Qin Mohan replied with a smile.
"Oh? You knew I was coming?!"
Duan Zhengchun asked in surprise.
"That's right. Not long ago, we received news that a large number of experts from the Vajra Sect had died in the Central Plains martial arts world!"
"Then a few days ago, the disciples of our sect found out about the movements of the Qingyi Guard's Huangcheng branch, so my junior brother and I guessed that this matter must be related to Young Hero Duan!"
"This place is the only way to Zixia Peak, so I sent people to wait here. When I heard that you were on your way, I immediately brought people over!"
"The entire Kunlun Sect is willing to follow Young Hero Duan and work together to rid the martial world of this scourge!"
Qing Lingzi nodded and told Duan Zhengchun in detail why she had come here.
Like Ku Hui, Qing Lingzi had known Duan Zhengchun's true identity many years ago, and also knew that the Qingyi Guard was founded by Duan Zhengchun.
"If your sect is willing to help, I would be more than happy to do so. However, the journey to Zixia Peak may be an unprecedented and perilous battle!"
"I've heard that the Vajra Sect's leader's martial arts have reached an inhuman level, making him extremely difficult to deal with! Have you two thought it through?!"
Duan Zhengchun glanced at the two of them and asked seriously.
"Evil sects like the Vajra Sect, which commit all kinds of evil, deserve to be killed by everyone in the martial arts world. Even if the road ahead is extremely dangerous, we will never back down!"
Qing Lingzi nodded firmly and said loudly.
"Alright, then let's wish each other a resounding victory! May we wipe out the Vajra Sect in one fell swoop!"
Duan Zhengchun clenched his fists and raised his voice.
Qing Lingzi, Qin Mohan, and Ku Hui responded almost simultaneously, showing no fear. They then followed Duan Zhengchun and set off again, heading straight for Zixia Peak.
...
Three more days passed.
Same moon city.
In a street-side noodle stall, Duan Zhengchun, Li Mochou, and Qing Lingzi sat facing each other, each ordering a bowl of fragrant noodles.
The journey to Zixia Peak was less than five days away, and they were about to enter the territory of the Vajra Sect. So Duan Zhengchun led his group into this small town to rest for a while.
Like the Green-Clad Guards, Duan Zhengchun had already instructed Ku Hui and Qing Lingzi to disperse their respective disciples into smaller groups on the way here, disguised and heading to Zixia Peak in batches, to avoid attracting attention and leaking information.
The town was so small that there were hardly any pedestrians on the main street. The noodle stall only had a few customers. The owner of the noodle stall was sitting next to the hot pot, dozing off and looking like he was about to fall asleep.
Just as Duan Zhengchun was enjoying his meal, a figure slowly walked into the noodle stall, brushed past him, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street without even glancing at him.
On Duan Zhengchun's desk, a bamboo tube had appeared at some point, which looked more like a container for letters used by carrier pigeons.
Upon seeing this, Ku Hui and the other two exchanged glances and watched intently as Duan Zhengchun slowly picked up the bamboo tube.
Duan Zhengchun opened the bamboo tube, took out a small rolled-up piece of paper, and immediately looked down at it. But then he couldn't help but frown, followed by a disdainful sneer.
"Young Master Duan, what has happened?"
Qing Lingzi looked at Duan Zhengchun, whose expression kept changing, and asked in confusion.
They had already realized that the person who had just passed by must be a member of the Green-Clad Guard!
"The Vajra Sect has already noticed this. It seems they know I've come to the Western Regions and are on high alert!"
"The journey to Zixia Peak is sure to be fraught with danger! It's not too late for you all to change your minds now!"
Duan Zhengchun paused for a moment, then said calmly.
Since he entered the Western Regions, he had been ordering the Blue-Clad Guards to secretly gather information about the Vajra Sect and to deliver the intelligence they gathered to him at any time.
"Young Master Duan, what are you saying? Now that we've decided to go with you, how can we give up halfway?!"
"Don't worry, even if there are mountains of knives and seas of fire ahead, we will not hesitate!"
Qing Lingzi shook her head and said with a determined look.
Ku Hui echoed this sentiment, while also marveling at the sheer size and pervasiveness of the Green-Clad Guards. Along the way, he had already discovered numerous individuals of unknown origin approaching Duan Zhengchun, all of them women disguised as men...