Between martial artists, or between martial artists and dynastic armies. After all, martial artists were inherently rebellious; even though they knew the might of dynastic armies, they wouldn’t easily submit. Wudang’s Seven Heroes also led Wudang disciples to gain experience. Since Wudang championed chivalry, chaotic times produced the most suffering, yet also nurtured people of pure hearts and firm wills. Wudang disciples brought back many promising individuals, injecting fresh blood into the sect. As Ning Changge was immersed in scriptures and contemplation within the Scripture Pavilion… A premonition stirred within him. Performing a quick divination with the Small Yan Heaven Technique, he closed the scripture and walked out. Huang Rong was startled. Without a word, she followed closely behind, noticing Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Shang, and other Land Immortals gathered as well. Seeing Ning Changge, Zhang Sanfeng’s expression was filled with consternation: “Changge, did you sense it too? For some reason, I and two fellow Daoists have felt uneasy today, but we don’t know why.” Ning Changge slowly spoke: “I fear there might be trouble with your senior brothers.” Zhang Sanfeng grew anxious. Ning Changge reassured him: “Master, don’t worry. Your senior brothers have my protective measures; their lives are not in danger.” Everyone’s faces were tense as they waited at the mountain gate. After two incense sticks’ worth of time… Wudang’s Seven Heroes swiftly ascended the mountain. Not a single Wudang disciple was missing, and they had brought along several beautiful young women. However, everyone was covered in blood. Seeing Ning Changge and the others waiting at the gate, Song Yuanqiao and the others were startled, then urgently exclaimed: “Master, Little Martial Brother, I fear we’ve brought disaster upon Wudang!” He was filled with self-reproach, dropping to his knees before Zhang Sanfeng. The remaining disciples, Zhang Cuishan, Mo Shenggu, and the others, all knelt, each recounting the events in a rush. Wudang’s Seven Heroes had been training with third-generation disciples in the Sui territory when they encountered the Mongol Yuan’s most favored Third Prince committing heinous acts, treating people as livestock, food, and utterly devoid of conscience. How could Song Yuanqiao and the others tolerate this? They naturally intervened. The outcome was obvious: the Third Prince was killed. Afterward, they were surrounded by incoming Mongol Yuan troops. If not for Ning Changge’s protective measures, they might not have escaped unscathed. It was only then that they learned the Mongol Yuan noble they had killed was the Great Khan’s most beloved Third Prince! Fear gripped them as they realized the magnitude of the trouble they had caused. Upon hearing the whole story… Zhang Sanfeng helped his disciples up. He stated solemnly: “You did nothing wrong. If I had encountered such a vile creature, my actions would have been even more severe!” “If the Mongol Yuan Great Khan seeks to blame us, I will bear the responsibility!” The disciples were deeply moved. “Senior Brothers, you needn’t blame yourselves. The root of this trouble isn’t you. That Third Prince of the Mongol Yuan was merely pushed out to die.” Song Yuanqiao was taken aback, carefully recalling the details. “Indeed… It seems the Third Prince’s death was too easy; there weren’t any skilled experts around him!” Everyone’s eyes widened, all turning to look at Ning Changge. As Ning Changge spoke, the Seven Heroes of Wudang immediately sensed even more things that were off. Mo Shenggu exclaimed: “That’s right! Thinking about it now, the Third Prince’s actions seemed deliberately exposed to us.” “And the Mongol Yuan army arrived very quickly, almost as if they were prepared beforehand.” One by one, they pointed out the inconsistencies. Previously, they had been preoccupied with rushing back to Wudang to inform Ning Changge and Zhang Sanfeng, feeling responsible for the trouble they had caused, without thinking things through. But now, with this new perspective… Song Yuanqiao and the others’ eyes widened, speaking in unison: “The Mongol Yuan deliberately framed Wudang! Using the Third Prince as an excuse, they have a ‘just cause’ to attack us. It’s often said that even a tiger doesn’t eat its cubs, but the Great Khan of Mongol Yuan is willing to sacrifice his own son – truly ruthless!” Everyone understood. This was clearly a scheme orchestrated by the Mongol Yuan, using Wudang’s sense of righteousness against them. Song Yuanqiao and the others looked anxiously at Zhang Sanfeng and Ning Changge. During their time in the Sui Dynasty, they had witnessed numerous military campaigns, especially the might of the Mongol Yuan’s Heavenly Wolf Army, each soldier as ferocious as a wolf. “Ewwwww—” Clau makes the sound of a wolf. “If it comes down to it, hand us over to avoid implicating the sect.” Their determination was clear; they were willing to take responsibility for their actions. Ning Changge remained calm, shaking his head: “The Mongol Yuan’s target isn’t you, but Wudang. Or rather, me.” As his voice fell, everyone’s hearts jumped. Zhang Sanfeng and Huang Shang tightened their expressions. They had discussed the impact of the Sui Dynasty’s situation on Wudang earlier, but they hadn’t expected trouble to arrive so quickly. They could guess why the Mongol Yuan had set this trap. The source of this content ɪs NoveIＦire.net Most likely, it was for the immortal methods!