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Chapter 15 - Madam Guo, Does Guo Jing Know You’re Doing This?

Chapter 15: Madam Guo, Does Guo Jing Know You’re Doing This?

“My senior brother was speaking to you properly—why did you suddenly lash out and injure him?”

A younger third-generation Quanzhen disciple angrily questioned Wang Xuan upon seeing his senior lose an arm.

But before he could finish his sentence, he was sent flying backward and plunged off the cliff.

The entire place fell into a dead silence.

No one dared to speak again. The originally tense Quanzhen disciples now stared at each other in terror, legs trembling, heads lowered, eyes avoiding Wang Xuan’s gaze.

When you’re a bad guy but not bad enough, many will oppose you; but when you’re truly evil, they only fear, flatter, and obey. If someone still dares to resist you—then you’re just not ruthless enough yet.

Outside Chongyang Palace, Zhao Zhijing happened to run into a disciple rushing over with a report. He stopped him and asked:

“What’s gotten you so flustered?”

“Senior Brother Zhao, an evildoer has arrived at the foot of the mountain. Without a word, he injured Senior Brother Zhang and even declared his intent to bloodbath Chongyang Palace!”

“What?”

Zhao Zhijing’s eyes widened in shock as he shouted:

“Who dares be so arrogant! How dare they cause trouble at our Quanzhen Sect!”

The Quanzhen Sect—what kind of place was that?

The orthodoxy left behind by Wang Chongyang, the foremost of the Five Greats, known as the Central Divine.

Although Wang Chongyang was gone and only five of the original Seven Quanzhen Elders remained, it was still one of the top sects in the martial world.

Besides, who in Jianghu didn’t know of the close ties between Guo Jing, the great hero, and the Quanzhen Sect?

“Hmph! This is a blatant insult to our sect. If this can be tolerated, what cannot?”

Zhao Zhijing’s righteous fury stirred the crowd, and the third-generation disciples who had gathered were all equally enraged.

Someone nearby asked:

“Senior Brother Zhao, since the intruder is clearly hostile, should we invite the elders to come out of seclusion?”

“No need! If we trouble the elders every time something happens, then what are we even here for?”

That remark quickly won the approval of many others.

Zhao Zhijing was inwardly delighted.

Being the most skilled among the third-generation disciples, he had long coveted the position of sect head.

But currently, it was Yin Zhiping handling sect affairs—just because his master was Qiu Chuji!

That made Zhao Zhijing extremely jealous.

By seniority, he was clearly the elder brother!

So he was eager for chaos—for someone to disrupt the peace.

The more disgrace Yin Zhiping suffered, the better it would be for Zhao Zhijing.

“I’ll go notify Junior Brother Yin. You all get ready and form the formation. Don’t let the enemy ascend the mountain!”

By formation, he meant the Tiangang Beidou Formation.

Though Wang Chongyang had passed, he had left behind this battle formation for the Seven Elders.

When executed jointly, it allowed them to contend with even Five Greats-level experts.

Besides the Seven, the formation could also be enacted by ninety-eight disciples split into fourteen subgroups—its power was vast.

Of course, in all these years, the Quanzhen Sect had never truly faced annihilation, so the formation had only been practiced during training, never used in real battle.

Inside Chongyang Palace, upon hearing Zhao Zhijing’s report, Yin Zhiping’s expression changed drastically.

“Senior Brother Zhao, how dare you act on your own authority?”

Zhao Zhijing snapped back with fury:

“The intruder is hostile and openly declared war on our sect. If such a villain isn’t immediately executed, then tell me, Junior Brother Yin, what do you propose?”

“Me?”

Yin Zhiping was briefly speechless. Arguing further was pointless, so he made a swift decision and ordered:

“This concerns the entire sect. Neither of us can decide alone. Quickly, go invite the sect head and the other elders out of seclusion!”

Having spoken, he rushed out of Chongyang Palace—but even before he reached the plaza halfway up the mountain, he smelled thick blood in the air.

His heart sank as he sprinted forward.

Then he froze on the spot, eyes widened in horror.

Before him, Quanzhen disciples lay strewn across the ground.

Blood had dyed the stone tiles of the square deep red.

It was a horrific sight.

Anyone who witnessed this would carry the nightmare for the rest of their life.

“No!”

Yin Zhiping screamed, eyes bloodshot as he rushed to the fallen.

Fortunately, his brothers were still breathing—they hadn’t died. That fact helped him calm down slightly.

“You… you all…”

Yin Zhiping glared viciously at the four standing—Wang Xuan and his companions—but upon seeing Huang Rong among them, he froze, stunned.

“Madam… Madam Guo? Why are you here? No—you’re not Madam Guo! Who are you?”

Impossible!

Why would Madam Guo lead an assault on the Quanzhen Sect?

I must be mistaken. This woman just looks exactly like her…

Lost and dazed, Yin Zhiping dropped to his knees in the blood-soaked courtyard, unsure what to do.

Seeing this, Huang Rong sighed softly.

Had she not spoken up in time, the disciples lying here would all be dead.

At this moment, Wang Xuan suddenly asked:

“You’re Yin Zhiping?”

“I am.”

Yin Zhiping nodded, then drew his sword and, with determined eyes, lunged at Wang Xuan.

But at that very moment, a deep and powerful voice rang out.

“Stop!”

Qiu Chuji had arrived!

With him were several other elder brothers: Wang Chuyi, Hao Datong, Liu Chuxuan, and Sun Bu’er.

As for Ma Yu and Tan Chuduan, the two senior-most of the Seven, they were already deceased.

“This—”

Zhao Zhijing, who had hurried over, was stunned at the bloody scene before him.

Then, he secretly felt relieved.

Thank goodness I didn’t come with them earlier—otherwise I’d be lying there too.

This guy’s ruthless!

Even for elders like Qiu Chuji, who had seen many storms in life, the devastation before them was beyond shocking.

At last, Qiu Chuji was the first to speak.

But his words weren’t for Wang Xuan—they were directed at Huang Rong.

“Madam Guo, may I ask why?”

More than the rivers of blood, Huang Rong’s presence here left the elders more shaken.

Was it because of the young man standing beside her?

Footnotes:

• 血洗 (xuè xǐ)– “Bloodbath,” literally “wash in blood.” Refers to violent massacres or total slaughter, especially of an organization.
• 师兄 / 师弟 (shīxiōng / shīdì)– “Senior / junior martial brother.” Common terminology in Chinese martial sects based on when disciples entered the school.
• 五绝 (wǔ jué)– “Five Greats.” A term for the five top martial experts in the Jin Yong universe.
• 中神通 (zhōng shén tōng)– “Central Divine.” The title of Wang Chongyang, head of the Five Greats.
• 演练 (yǎn liàn)– “Drill or rehearse.” In martial arts or military terms, means a training simulation.
• 噩梦 (è mèng)– “Nightmare.” Used here to describe a memory that would haunt someone forever.