Super War God in the City

Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, towering mountains among them, known as Wudang.

In fact, in these Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, none of the peaks had names.

It was just when the Eight Major Sects had just relocated here, feeling nostalgic, they named the mountains they occupied after their previous names or related titles.

In the Wudang Mountain Great Hall, Sect Leader Cang Songzhen had already learned from Shaolin about the murder of his sect disciples.

"Hmph, endure for a few more days, how dare they kill my Wudang disciples? Have the martial artists of the outside world become so arrogant?"

"I have not left the mountain for decades, and I am curious about what changes have taken place outside. Without the tiger in the mountain, the monkey claims to be king!" Sect Leader Cang Songzhen said coldly.

"Sect Leader, this matter should be blamed on the Witchcraft Sect. After the Divine Ascension Conference handles the Witchcraft Sect and reveals the identity of the murderer, then we shall leave the mountain to seek revenge and settle this hatred!" An Elder who transmits skills said fiercely from below.

The Wudang disciple killed by Ling Fan was this skill-transmitting elder's proud student.

"Elder Xuan Ji, grieve not, our Wudang will certainly seek justice, and the murderer will pay the due price!

Wudang disciples are not to be insulted by just anyone!" Sect Leader Cang Songzhen spoke with a piercing gaze and emphatic tone.

"Sect Leader, according to the information obtained from Shaolin, disciples from Emei and Bagua Sect also perished, only Jiuhua Sect's disciple, Cheng Zuo escaped back!

If it weren't for his return with the news, we might still be in the dark!" Elder Xuan Ji said resentfully.

"Jiuhua Sect is best at the Divine Travel Technique, so it's no surprise he escaped. Has the Martial Arts World outside really become so formidable?

Four Wuxuan Middle Stage together could not prevail, it must be at least a Late Stage Wuxuan Cultivation!" Sect Leader Cang Songzhen pondered quietly.

"There shouldn't be anything to fear, although we, the Eight Major Sects, relocated here, the outside world still hosts some decent Martial Arts Families. It's not shocking for them to produce a few outstanding geniuses!

I guess it's just a few in the God Realm at most. How formidable can they be, they could never match the depth of our Eight Major Sects!

Even given another hundred years to develop, it would be impossible!" Elder Xuan Ji scoffed confidently.

Upon hearing these words, Cang Song slightly nodded, "Prepare well for this Divine Ascension Conference, there are not many portions of the Lost Valley Spiritual Liquid left, try to secure more!"

"Yes, Sect Leader, I will arrange it with all my effort!" Elder Xuan Ji hurriedly received the order respectfully.

A similar scene also unfolded at Emei and Bagua Sect.

With their respective disciples being killed, the major sects were indeed burning with rage. Unable to find the true culprit immediately, they directed their fury towards the Witchcraft Sect.

At this time, the Witchcraft Sect was not only plagued by internal woes but also faced numerous external threats, appearing extremely unstable!

...

Foshan, Shaolin, within the Daxiong Hall.

"Chief Priest!" Master Dezhen, the head of the Scripture Pavilion, came rushing in.

Jing Kong was sitting cross-legged in front of a Buddha niche, tapping a wooden fish. Hearing the commotion behind him, he immediately stopped.

"What is the matter?" Jing Kong asked calmly, though his eyes were already half-closed.

"Chief Priest, the letter brought to the Scripture Pavilion has been decrypted, if there is no mistake, it was personally written by Gushe Fairy!" Dezhen said excitedly.

The usually composed Jing Kong couldn't help but tremble, his eyes suddenly wide open, showing a rare loss of composure.

"What did you say? It's truly the Fairy's handwriting? What does it record?" Jing Kong asked rapidly.

While still seated on the mat, without any visible movement, he turned around silently.

"Returning to the Chief Priest, it records the existence of the Thousand Mile Misty Valley, it indeed isn't the location of Gushe's Secret Treasury!" Dezhen took a deep breath and explained.

Upon hearing this, Jing Kong's face subtly revealed excitement, yet he suppressed it forcefully, trying to keep his tone as even as possible, "What is the location of that valley then, and where is the secret treasury left by Gushe Fairy?"

Dezhen hesitated for a moment, then cautiously said, "Chief Priest, this scroll contains only the upper half, without the lower half. The answer is unknown unless we acquire the latter half to solve this puzzle!"

Jing Kong raised an eyebrow, his expression subtly changing, he mused to himself, "Only the upper half?"

At that moment, he considered another possibility, either there genuinely was only the upper half, or it was in the hands of the Witchcraft Sect's Saintess.

Jing Kong calculated darkly, estimating that the likelihood was greater that it was in the hands of the Witchcraft Saintess.

"Dezhen, this matter is confidential, do not disclose it to the public!" Jing Kong instructed faintly.

"Yes, Chief Priest, I understand!" Dezhen pressed his palms together and accepted the command.

"I will figure out a way for the latter half of the scroll, you may step back for now!"

"Disciple will take his leave for now!"

Watching Dezhen depart, Jing Kong took a deep breath and immediately called out to the outside, "Someone come!"

In an instant, a figure entered from the outside.

"Chief Priest, do you have any instructions?" The managing disciple pressed his palms together and spoke respectfully.

"Inform the Reception Hall to make a trip to the Witchcraft Sect, they are to prepare for the upcoming Divine Conference, and also notify the other Seven Major Sects!" Jing Kong immediately ordered.

The managing disciple, upon hearing this, showed a look of surprise, but he didn't ask further and quickly regained composure to accept the command, "Disciple accepts the command, I will arrange it immediately!"

"Amitabha, as the true relic of Gushe appears, it may bring fortune or disaster!" Jing Kong chanted the Buddhist invocation and closed his eyes in contemplation.

...

In the Witchcraft Sect, within the Wushen Peak Great Hall.

Lan Xingyuan had just learned from Lan Zihan the full details of the situation, causing his heart to tremble.

A moment later, he managed to recover, expressing gratitude to Ling Fan, "I have offended you before, thank you for saving my daughter!"

Lan Xingyuan had calculated many things but never anticipated that his daughter would venture secretly into the Lost Valley for his sake.

If it hadn't been for her final encounter with Ling Fan, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

"Since we met, it was fate. It was but a small effort on my part!" Ling Fan said lightly.

"By the way, are you from outside? After we entered the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains back then, there were hardly any renowned clans left in the Martial Arts World outside!

Unexpectedly, there is still a talent like you. The Martial Arts World outside must have developed quite strongly over the past century!" Lan Xingyuan curiously inquired.

Ling Fan let out a wry smile and shook his head slightly, "It's not as strong as you think; I am just an exception. In my early years, I was fortunate to be under the mentorship of a master, which led to my achievements today!"

Ling Fan thought for a moment then gave all the credit to his master Yan Bao. The enlightenment in his childhood and the teachings he received were indeed a great help to him.

The old man not only excelled in martial arts but was also proficient in music, chess, literature, and painting. In Ling Fan's eyes, he truly was a master, and all his learning was also thanks to the old man's teachings!

Otherwise, how would he have known the national knowledge sealed during Feng Xiaobai's Shape Transformation?

"So it is, the true masters are hidden in the crowd, like cranes among the clouds, mysterious as if dragons—you only see their heads, not their tails, dwelling amidst mountains and waters. Young brother, you are indeed very fortunate!" Lan Xingyuan suddenly realized, unable to refrain from exclaiming aloud.

Then he continued, "I believe Zihan has already told you about my situation. This time, during my retreat, my cultivation was barely stabilized.

However, I am unable to fight with full strength against anyone. If the condition recurs, the fall in cultivation will be irreversible!

Even though you possess exceptional talent, there are still a few in my Witchcraft Sect at the Half-step Divine Realm; you couldn't possibly stand against their joined attack!

At tomorrow's meeting, these people will surely force their demands. Tonight, you take Zihan and leave through the secret passage. I am entrusting my daughter to you!"

Lan Zihan, seeing her father starting to make arrangements as if he were facing his demise, suddenly had tears in her eyes.

"No, I won't leave!" Lan Zihan shook her head forcefully.

Seeing this, Ling Fan sighed silently in his heart and spoke lightly, "Sect Hierarch need not be so pessimistic. I can help you resolve the Witchcraft Sect's matters, but, I do have a bold request."

As Ling Fan spoke these words, Lan Xingyuan sharply gasped, instantly focusing his intense gaze on Ling Fan, his eyes filled with a bit of shock and suspicion.

Lan Zihan also snapped back to reality and quickly said, "Father, trust him. He must have a way!"

Through a series of interactions, Lan Zihan had irrationally come to trust Ling Fan completely.