RNP Chapter 77 Game
Chapter 77 Game
Dadu, the back garden of the Prince of Ruyang's mansion.
Nine-year-old Zhao Min squatted by the pond, holding fish food in her hand, but her almond-shaped eyes were fixed on the reflection on the water.
In the reflection, a maidservant was hurrying over with a secret report in her hand.
"Princess, an urgent report from Bright Peak."
Zhao Min patted the crumbs off her hands and took the secret report.
She learned to read early and could read military books at the age of five.
These days, they can read these secret reports from the martial arts world faster than many strategists.
"Cheng Kun died, and the Ming Cult established a new leader, Chen Yuan, who single-handedly defeated the six major sects and annihilated the Beggars' Alliance..."
She read it softly, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.
"interesting."
The maid asked cautiously.
"Does the princess think this person is suitable?"
Zhao Min did not answer.
She stood up, walked barefoot across the cobblestone path, and entered the pavilion.
A huge sheepskin map was spread out on the stone table, densely marked with the territories of various martial arts factions.
She picked up the small red flag representing the Ming Cult and planted it on Bright Peak.
He then picked up the gray flag representing the Beggars' Sect and gently tossed it into a discarded box beside him.
"Ah Li".
She summoned another maid.
"Go and invite the Two Elders of Xuanming."
"Yes."
Half an hour later.
Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng followed A-Li into the garden.
Although both were over fifty years old, they held a prestigious position in the Prince's Palace.
But they dared not be the slightest bit negligent towards this nine-year-old princess.
"Why has the princess summoned us?"
Zhao Min looked up from the map, a childlike, innocent smile blooming on her face, with shallow dimples on her cheeks.
"Masters, Minmin has recently come up with a new game and would like to ask for your help."
She jumped off the stone bench, walked up to the two of them, and looked up at her delicate, porcelain-doll-like face.
Lu Zhangke laughed heartily, his voice booming.
"Princess, please give your orders. We will do whatever you ask us to do."
Zhao Min put her hands behind her back and paced around the pavilion with an air of importance, just like an old scholar.
"My father always said that people from the martial arts world are wild and untamed, only knowing how to be brave and fierce, and are the most difficult to manage."
She stopped and turned around, her eyes gleaming with a cunning that seemed far beyond her years.
"What if we let them fight each other?"
Crane-pen Elder and Deer-staff Guest exchanged a glance.
"What the princess means is..."
"We now have eight or nine out of ten experts from the six major sects under our control."
Zhao Min walked back to the table and traced her small hand across the map.
"But that's not enough."
"The world of martial arts is too vast, and there are too many sects."
"If we were to fight and subdue them one by one, it would be time-consuming and laborious, and it would also easily incite people to share a common hatred against the enemy."
Her fingers gently touched the locations of Shaolin and Wudang.
"Master Deer, Master Crane."
Zhao Min raised her head, her smile still sweet, but her words sent a chill down the spines of the two seasoned veterans.
"Please take a group of reliable men and go to Shaolin first, then to Wudang."
"So it is... like this..."
She lowered her voice and explained in detail.
With each sentence spoken, the expressions on Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng's faces grew more serious.
After she finished speaking, the pavilion was quiet for a moment.
"Princess, this plan..."
Lu Zhangke slowly exhaled.
"This can be described as cutting off the fuel supply at the root."
"not only."
Hebi Weng chimed in, his gaze towards Zhao Min now carrying a hint of genuine admiration.
"This is going to completely stir up the waters of the martial arts world, turning everyone... into headless flies."
Zhao Min blinked.
"Masters, is this game... fun?"
Lu Zhangke clapped his hands and laughed.
"Fun! Of course it's fun!"
"Princess, rest assured, we'll handle this!"
......
The study of the Prince of Ruyang's residence.
As the Prince of Ruyang looked at the plan presented by his daughter, his expression grew increasingly solemn.
"Minmin, did you come up with this yourself?"
"My daughter consulted several masters."
Zhao Min spoke obediently, but the smugness in her eyes was undeniable.
After a long silence, the Prince of Ruyang suddenly burst into laughter.
"good!"
"What a brilliant strategy of using the martial arts world to control the martial arts world!"
"We'll do as you say!"
"Use whatever people or resources you need!"
"Thank you, Father!"
......
About two months later.
The martial arts world was in an uproar.
None of the elite masters from the six major sects of Emei, Huashan, Kongtong, Kunlun, Shaolin, and Wudang who went on an expedition to Bright Peak returned to their respective sects!
At first, the disciples left behind by each sect thought they were delayed on the road, but half a month passed, then a month, and there was still no news.
Some daring and curious wanderers went to Shaolin and Wudang to investigate, and what they saw terrified them.
Shaolin and Wudang are in complete disarray, deserted and empty.
Even the statues of the eighteen Arhats in the Shaolin Arhat Hall have been carved with large characters.
First, we'll destroy Shaolin, then Wudang; only our Ming Cult will reign supreme in the martial world!
The news spread like wildfire, instantly reaching every corner of the martial arts world.
"The Demonic Sect is powerful; they're determined to wipe them out!"
"The masters of the six major sects have likely met with misfortune; next, it'll be the turn of us small sects!"
"That new leader of the Ming Cult, Chen Yuan, single-handedly defeated six sects and wiped out the Beggars' Sect. Now he's done something like this... Is he truly aiming to unify the martial arts world and become its overlord!"
For a time, all sects, gangs, mountain strongholds, river strongholds, and escort agencies were on high alert and on high alert.
The disciples patrolled day and night, with sentries spread out for miles around, fearing that the Ming Cult demons might suddenly attack.
Strangely, after more than a month of living in fear and trepidation, no further news of the destruction of any sects emerged from the martial arts world.
The Ming Cult... seems to have suddenly disappeared.
"Could it be that the Demonic Sect has changed its nature?"
"Or... are they plotting something bigger?"
......
The Prince of Ruyang's Mansion.
Zhao Min was somewhat sullen.
She never expected that the secret report would praise Chen Yuan so highly.
As a result, despite causing such a commotion, the other party still hasn't discovered the truth after so long.
Contrary to her expectations, they did not pursue her to the capital with great force.
This disappointed her somewhat.
The initial high expectations have faded somewhat.
"It seems... he's nothing more than a reckless brute."
She pursed her lips, then quickly perked up.
"However, since the game has begun, it has to have an ending."
After thinking for a moment, she called her maid and asked her to summon the two elders of Xuanming.
Before long, Lu Zhangke and Hebi Weng returned to the garden.
"Masters, I have a request."
Lu Zhangke laughed.
"Please speak, Princess."
Zhao Min took out the letter she had prepared beforehand from her sleeve and handed it over.
The letter essentially said that the six major sects were with me, and asked if I, as their leader, dared to come. If I didn't dare, it was fine.
Therefore, she did not believe that Chen Yuan would choose not to come.
"I would like to ask you two masters to make another trip for me."
She put her little hands behind her back, trying her best to look down on everyone.
"Go to Bright Peak and personally deliver this letter to Chen, the Grand Master of the Ming Cult."
Hebi Weng accepted the letter.
"Does the princess... intend to invite him?"
"Yes." Zhao Min nodded. "Since he can't find the way, I'll show him the way."
"Let's see if this Master Chen dares to be a guest in my den of dragons and tigers."
......
Another month later.
Bright Summit.
The once-flag-waving and heavily guarded Holy Fire Platform of the Ming Cult headquarters is now completely empty, without a single person in sight.
The two elders of Xuanming stood in the center of the square, looking at each other with disbelief on their faces.
What about the sacred flame that is said to never go out?
What about the Ming Cult members who guarded the main altar?
"Senior brother..."
Hebi Weng looked around, his voice hoarse.
"Where are the people from the Ming Cult?"
Why is the place so empty?