Chapter 452: Climbing the Tower!

Actually, from the moment the six major sects agreed to Song Yuanqiao’s plan to sneak into Wan’an Temple at night, Happy intuited that this mission wouldn’t go smoothly. In the original story, Song Yuanqiao was supposed to be one of those trapped in Wan’an Temple. His voluntary offer to take on the task was likely a trap set by the system to create a desperate situation.
Fortunately, Happy also realized there was no way to change this situation, so he followed closely behind and indeed witnessed the chaos at Wan’an Temple—several experts at the Wuwei realm left the tall tower and surrounded Song Yuanqiao above the main hall.
This was the system’s way of balancing things…
The two experts at the Wuwei realm had originally been Happy’s best cards to complete this mission. Since the system recklessly eliminated one of them, it naturally had to offer some compensation. This was Happy’s experience from three years of wandering the martial world, and it was precisely this experience that allowed him to spot a glimmer of hope left by the mission.
Without hesitation…
At such a moment, Happy didn’t know if he was gambling everything on a single move. All he knew was that, having reached this point in the mission, he had already entered the role of a character in the story—whether for the sake of the six major sects or for the “chivalry” in his heart.
This step had to be taken!
Whether it led to heaven or hell…
…Dressed in nightwear, Happy maneuvered past several groups of patrolling Yuan soldiers and finally made it near the tall tower while Song Yuanqiao kept the enemy’s attention drawn away.
With practiced ease, he shot out a silent grappling hook from behind the shadow of a stone tower! One end of the hook tightly grasped a protruding eave on the fourth floor of the tower, while the other end was tied to the top of the stone tower.
Without hesitation, Happy leaped upward…
The rope angled straight up!
With each touch, Happy rose dozens of meters higher. In the blink of an eye, he landed on the roof tiles of the tower. But to his surprise, before he could stabilize himself, he faced two Yuan soldiers who had come to watch the chaos.
“…”
Three pairs of eyes stared at each other in shock.
At that moment, cold sweat spread across Happy’s back.
“Damn it!”
A yellow light flashed as his hands turned into claws— the Dragon Seizing Hand!
Like a ghost, he emerged from the darkness, rushed through a small window with lightning speed, and firmly grabbed the Yuan soldier who was about to shout for help.
With one swift grab, the two Yuan soldiers became like chicks with their necks squeezed—their bodies stiff, unable to muster any strength. They could only watch as his claws turned into palms and sliced across their necks in a flash.
Boom!!

Their fragile necks were struck without any warning, and the two Yuan soldiers immediately fainted, collapsing softly to the ground. After all this, even Happy, who was usually bold and fearless, felt a chill run down his back: It was close! It could have ended in disaster; if not for his experience, he might have met his end at Wan’an Temple as well. Turning his head, he saw a group of Emei sect female disciples who had held their breath and witnessed the entire scene. The Emei disciples also broke into cold sweats. They had heard the loud noises outside and Zhao Min’s shouts, knowing something must have gone wrong, so they had been closely watching the Yuan soldiers and the reactions outside the window. Unexpectedly, they caught the thrilling moment when Happy confronted the Yuan soldiers. Master Miejue, Zhou Zhiruo, Ding Minjun, and Bei Jinyi were all shocked! Fortunately, Happy showed remarkable skill, swiftly entering the scene, controlling the two Yuan soldiers, and only then did Zhou Zhiruo breathe a sigh of relief… “Hurry, everyone, smell this and then restore your strength.” Happy rushed to the prison cell, handing the antidote to Zhou Zhiruo, who was closest to the door, asking her to remove the toxicity of the Ten-Scent Soft-Tendon Powder from everyone. “Thank you, Young Hero Happy, for your help,” said Zhou Zhiruo. After testing the antidote first, she quickly detoxified her master, then passed it on to the others. Seeing Happy take the key to open the door, they bowed deeply to him. “Miss Zhou, there’s no need for such formalities.” At such a time, Happy couldn’t afford to talk. There was only one bottle of the antidote, and he still needed to use it to treat the masters from the other five sects below. “Everyone, stay put for now. I’ll go detoxify the masters from Shaolin and Wudang first, then give the signal for us to work together and capture Wan’an Temple.” “Thank you, Young Hero Happy.” Ding Minjun quickly returned the antidote and then sat cross-legged, focusing on her cultivation without saying another word. Happy didn’t dare delay. Outside, things had returned to calm, and the Yuan soldiers were returning to their posts under their “company commander’s” orders. If things dragged on any longer, trouble might arise. Whoosh! With so many skilled monks at Shaolin Temple, Happy immediately went to the tower where the Shaolin monks were imprisoned after completing his main task. Surprisingly smoothly, the two Yuan soldiers happened to be facing away from the window. Happy effortlessly drew his sword, sheathed it, and placed the two corpses on their seats in one smooth motion. “Young Hero Happy?” Abbot Kongxiang of Shaolin Temple was shocked, showing awe: “So, Hero Song came here with this young disciple. I wonder how Hero Song is now?”

“It’s a long story. There’s no time to lose. Everyone, first dispel the poisonous toxins from your bodies…” After handing over the antidote, Kai Xin unlocked the door while quietly explaining the plan to coordinate an attack from within and outside: “Master Yuanhui is leading his troops outside the temple, ready to storm in at any moment. Now that Hero Song has been captured, we can only hope that the master will regain his strength soon so we can break through together!”
“Very well! My Shaolin Sect will repay this kindness from the young benefactor,” said Kong Xiang with a serious expression, giving orders: “Everyone, quickly use your internal energy to regain your strength as fast as possible…”
The monks nodded in unison, creating a magnificent scene.
“Assassins!”
Just as the Shaolin Sect finished distributing the antidote, a shrill warning cry suddenly came from outside!!
Kai Xin rushed to the window and saw a large group of Yuan soldiers gathered around the stone tower where he was tied up. Many of them were pointing at the fourth floor of the tall tower. At the same time, several powerful auras surged rapidly from the direction of the Mahavira Hall, flying toward them. His heart sank instantly—he realized their plans had been exposed. Not daring to delay, he quickly took out a signal rocket from his pocket, rushed outside, and lit it.
Bang!!
A bright red flame tore through the night sky of Wan’an Temple, bursting into a dazzling light visible for miles around.
As soon as the signal was sent, a deafening roar echoed outside Wan’an Temple. Led by experts from the six major sects, nearly a thousand warriors broke through the Yuan soldiers’ defenses from all directions and rushed into Wan’an Temple.
Zhao Min’s followers, A Er and A San, who had been heading toward the tall tower, suddenly changed expression upon hearing such a massive noise outside. “Damn! The princess is in danger!!” They abandoned the tower and hurried back.
Unexpectingly, Zhao Min, wielding the Sword of Heaven, along with A Da and the Eight Arrows Masters, was also rushing toward the tall tower in a hurry. Seeing them turn back, she shouted loudly, “Defend the tower! With the hostage in our hands, I doubt those from the six major sects will dare to attack!” With those words, she revealed the plan.