CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: THE MADMAN OF THE PROFOUND YELLOW SECT (ONE MORE UPDATE)

Players outside were frantically boosting the reputation of the Profound Yellow Sect.

For 500 Contribution Points, players had gone mad.

Within just a few days, nearly all the Jianghu forces in Fengxiang Prefecture had endured the players’ onslaught.

The Single Sword Sect had it relatively easy by comparison. At least the players were making friends through martial arts. The most miserable were the bandits from the Thirteen Strongholds, who were toyed with by the players’ reckless, ’send-them-to-death’ tactics.

The Thirteen Strongholds consisted of thirteen fortresses. In a few days, three strongholds had been wiped out by players.

The reputation of the Profound Yellow Sect had well and truly been established within Fengxiang Prefecture.

As the leading force in Fengxiang Prefecture, Master Xuan Kong of Merciful Temple personally wrote letters to inquire about the situation with various forces. They at Merciful Temple wouldn’t normally concern themselves with these matters, but the players were too outrageous. Not only were they living at their Merciful Temple and eating for free, but they were also constantly debating Buddhist teachings with them. Worse still, they couldn’t win the debates.

In the end, Master Xuan Kong, who had been in seclusion, personally intervened. He explained the situation to the Brocade Guard Thousand Households stationed in Fengxiang Prefecture and called for a meeting of the Jianghu leaders within the prefecture.

Brocade Guard Thousand Households Zhou Yuntong, upon hearing the news, also agreed to preside over this gathering. There was no choice, as the Profound Yellow Sect had recently caused serious disturbances. Although it hadn’t affected the common people, the whole of Fengxiang Prefecture was in chaos. The people from the Thirteen Strongholds were suffering from constant headaches because of this.

「Inside the government office of Fengxiang Prefecture.」

Zhou Yuntong, looking at the collected reports, also felt an endless headache. He had a clear understanding of the Profound Yellow Sect’s situation, especially that of Sect Leader Xu Nian, whom he had been keeping an eye on. The Commanding Envoy had specially instructed him to look after Xu Nian when the Commanding Envoy previously departed. Curious, he had asked who Xu Nian was. As a result, the Commanding Envoy had left behind the name "Luo Yushu."

Who was Luo Yushu?

The Seventh Prince who was stripped of his martial arts and locked in the Celestial Prison a year ago! News from the Capital City stated that the Seventh Prince had died within the Celestial Prison, but it now seemed that wasn’t the case. This Seventh Prince had come to the territory under Zhou Yuntong’s watch and had caused trouble.

Troublesome indeed.

"My lord, do you find it somewhat troublesome?" a Brocade Guard Captain spoke up. "The matter with the Profound Yellow Sect is indeed significant. Shall we brothers go and give a warning?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yuntong slapped his hand down on the desk in front of him. "If you want to die, don’t drag me with you!" Zhou Yuntong snorted coldly. "This dignitary is from the Capital City, not someone we can afford to provoke. You better behave yourself!"

Hearing this, the Brocade Guard Captain panicked.

From the Capital City? Who in the Brocade Guard would dare cause trouble in the Capital City? Aside from those in the Palace, didn’t the Brocade Guard strut around the Capital City? If even their Lord Thousand Household felt a headache over this, didn’t that mean this person came from the Palace? A prince?!

If the Sect Leader of the Profound Yellow Sect was a prince, then indeed the Brocade Guard would not dare to provoke them. Currently, the Imperial Palace was shrouded in uncertainty. His Majesty’s health worsened by the day, and all the princes were eyeing the throne with covetous intensity. Nobody knew who would take that seat. Should anyone in the Brocade Guard back the wrong side, when the reckoning came, it could spell true disaster for their families. It was best for them to stay as far away as possible from such matters.

Zhou Yuntong rubbed his temples, his expression gloomy. "Have all the major sects arrived?"

"They’re already in the backyard. Lord Liu has sent someone to greet them," a subordinate replied.

"Let’s go, we’ll go take a look too." Zhou Yuntong sighed, got up, and headed towards the backyard.

He couldn’t understand why the Seventh Prince had been released, and why, of all places, he came to Fengxiang Prefecture. According to the news from outside, it seemed that the Seventh Prince had recovered his power. He now possessed the Fifth-Grade Martial Artist Realm. One should know that a year ago, the Seventh Prince was only a step away from reaching the Grandmaster Realm.

The matters of that year were well concealed in the Palace. Even the Brocade Guard Thousand Households did not know the details. Since it involved a prince, they also did not want to know too much. Right now, Zhou Yuntong only wanted to quickly stabilize Fengxiang Prefecture and hoped that the Seventh Prince wouldn’t give him any more ’achievements’ to report. Otherwise, when he went back at the end of the year to report on his duties, he did not know how he would explain it.

「The backyard of the prefectural government office.」

「Main Hall.」

Master Xuan Kong of Merciful Temple.

Sun Tianhui of Single Sword Sect.

Chief Zhao Tuozi of the Thirteen Strongholds.

Celestial Eagle Gang’s Elder Eagle Eye.

Blood-Handed Boss of the Iron Fist Sect.

Leaders of five forces gathered together; except for Master Xuan Kong, who was a First-Grade Martial Artist, the rest were at least Fifth-Grade Martial Artists. Those of the Grandmaster Realm had not come. Of course, within the entire Fengxiang Prefecture, those of Grandmaster Realm did not deign to join other forces. There was one in the Merciful Temple, but he seemed to be in seclusion and had not shown up.

"Damn it, the Profound Yellow Sect is truly despicable! They wiped out three of my strongholds!" Zhao Tuozi cursed bitterly. "Those madmen act like they have a death wish. They keep coming wave after wave. Even if they die, they drag down one of my brothers with them. These people are infuriating!"

Zhao Tuozi, towering in build, looked very tall sitting in his chair and spoke with a booming voice. But the rage in his words was not at all concealed. He wished he could directly annihilate the Profound Yellow Sect.

Except for the Single Sword Sect, the others present were not faring much better. The Merciful Temple had been treated like a backyard by players. They were continuously discussing Buddhism with the masters, and as a result, several masters renowned for their exquisite understanding of Buddhism had become unsettled in their faith. This was also the purpose of Master Xuan Kong’s decision to convene a meeting. If things continued, the high monks of the Merciful Temple would probably renounce their vows.

"Have you guys not gone to ask the Profound Yellow Sect Leader?" Sun Tianhui asked with a strange expression.

"Find him? What’s the point! The Profound Yellow Sect has a female Grandmaster presiding. When I led my brothers to rush there overnight, that female Grandmaster slapped us down from the mountain," Zhao Tuozi cursed. "They’re utterly shameless! They’re completely unreasonable, even calling me a bandit. Am I a bandit? I’m acting on behalf of Heaven!"

"You had it coming!" The Blood-Hand Shopkeeper from the Iron Fist Sect said with a cold laugh. "Acting on behalf of Heaven, but what you do is robbing and killing. The Profound Yellow Sect has actually vented the anger of the common people."

His Iron Fist Sect also suffered attacks from Profound Yellow Sect disciples. To be exact, it was a suicide attack. In his presence, they killed his disciple and then took their own lives with a knife to their necks.

Can you believe it?

Five or six people committed suicide after killing one person! That scene embarrassed him from taking action against the Profound Yellow Sect. After all, exchanging one life for five or six meant his Iron Fist Sect hadn’t exactly suffered a loss.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Zhao Tuozi slammed his palm on the table and barked, "Are the disciples of your Iron Fist Sect no longer wishing to walk outside, huh?"

"You can try. We’ll see if your brothers are harder to kill, or if my fists are stronger," the Blood-Hand Shopkeeper retorted without showing weakness.