Chapter 69

Zhang Sanfeng took the immortal bean, glanced at the unremarkable bean in his palm, and swallowed it without hesitation. He then froze, standing up from the ground with an expression of disbelief. He felt his body with his inner energy, realizing it was completely unharmed, and quickly bowed, saying, "Thank you, Senior, for your assistance. My internal injuries are now completely gone."

Jing Tian smiled lightly without responding, floating to the main seat in the hall and sitting down. He then turned to Zhang Wujie, who was disguised as a Daoist boy, and said, "Oh, isn't this the boy who was poisoned by the cold back then? How is it? Have you learned the Nine Yang Divine Skill I left for you?"

Amidst the puzzled gazes of everyone, Zhang Wujie was taken aback by Jing Tian's words. He then excitedly wiped off the disguise on his face and said to Jing Tian, "It turns out the Nine Yang Divine Skill was a gift from you, Senior. Wujie thanks you for saving my life..." After saying this, he knelt down in deep gratitude.

Seeing Jing Tian nod and smile, Zhang Wujie, now acknowledged, naturally rejoiced with the Wudang group, recounting the pain of their separation and longing.

After everyone learned the reason, they all turned to thank Jing Tian again.

Using his mental power to help everyone up, Jing Tian turned his gaze to Zhang Sanfeng and asked, "How about it? Has the cultivation method been created after twenty years?"

Hearing Jing Tian's inquiry, Zhang Sanfeng proudly and eloquently reported to him.

Listening to Zhang Sanfeng's animated narration, Jing Tian nodded and then said, "Since that's the case, with all your disciples and grand-disciples here, you can teach them, and I'll take a look as well."

Zhang Sanfeng had already planned to pass on his martial arts after being injured. Hearing Jing Tian's words, he did not refuse and began teaching Yu Daayan and Zhang Wujie.

Jing Tian listened while activating his wristwatch to record, silently circulating his inner energy according to Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi incantations, studying them.

After about an hour, Zhang Sanfeng, seeing his disciple's poor comprehension, focused on teaching Zhang Wujie. As he continued explaining, a distant, elderly voice suddenly echoed from the front hall: "Since Zhang Sanfeng the old Daoist is hiding, let's kill his disciples and grand-disciples first."

Another rough voice said, "Good! Let's burn down this Daoist temple first."

Yet another sharp voice said, "Burning the old Daoist to death would be too easy. We'll capture him, bind him, and parade him through various sects to show everyone the appearance of this martial arts master who refuses to die."

The back courtyard was over two miles from the front hall, but the voices of these few people were clearly heard, showing their deliberate display of power and their formidable strength. Yu Daayan, hearing such insults to his master, was furious, his eyes blazing with anger.

Zhang Sanfeng said, "Daayan, how could you forget my words so quickly? Without the ability to endure humiliation, how can you bear heavy responsibilities?" Yu Daayan replied, "Yes, I will follow my master's teachings."

Then Zhang Sanfeng turned to Jing Tian and bowed, saying, "I apologize, Senior. My disciple's moral character is lacking, and I have disturbed you again."

Jing Tian waved his hand and said casually, "It's fine. In the martial world, it's just like that. You hit me, I hit you. It's meaningless and boring. Since you're in the martial world, it's natural to be unable to control your own fate. Let's go and see what's happening. If there's trouble, I'll make one last decision for you, and then I'll ascend."

Hearing this, everyone was startled but then congratulated him with joy, their eyes filled with longing.

Jing Tian didn't say much more, got up, and led everyone to the front hall.

The four of them arrived at the Three Pure Ones Hall, where the hall was filled with people, about three or four hundred in total.

Jing Tian walked to the main seat in the hall as if no one else was there, while Zhang Sanfeng stood beside him, bowing to the crowd without speaking.

Yu Daayan first looked at Jing Tian, seeing his indifferent expression, and then loudly said, "This is my master, the Daoist Zhang. What brings you all to Wudang Mountain?"

Zhang Sanfeng's name was renowned in the martial world, and everyone's attention immediately focused on him. He wore a dirty gray Daoist robe, his beard and eyebrows as white as silver, and his figure was very tall, but there was nothing particularly unusual about him.

Zhang Wujie observed the crowd and saw that about half were dressed in the robes of the Ming Cult, while the dozen or so leaders wore their own attire, apparently not wanting to pretend to be others. The hall was crowded with people of various heights and backgrounds, making it difficult to see everyone's faces clearly.

At this moment, a voice from outside the door called, "The Sect Leader has arrived!" The crowd in the hall immediately fell silent, and the dozen or so leaders rushed out to greet him, followed by the rest who quickly followed. In a moment, the hall was empty. Soon, the sound of a dozen people's footsteps approached and stopped outside the hall.

Zhang Wujie looked out the door and was startled. He saw eight people carrying a large yellow silk sedan chair, with another seven or eight people guarding it. The eight bearers were the "Eight Heroes of Green Willow Manor." He couldn't help but think deeply.

At this moment, the sedan door opened, and a young man in a white robe, embroidered with a blood-red flame, stepped out, gently waving a folding fan. It was Zhao Min in male disguise.

Zhang Wujie thought, "So it was all her doing. No wonder the Shaolin Sect was defeated."

She walked into the hall, followed by a dozen people. A tall, robust man stepped forward, bowed, and said, "Reporting to the Sect Leader, this is the old Daoist Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, and the crippled man must be his third disciple, Yu Daayan." He then looked at Jing Tian, who was sitting in the main seat, but did not recognize him, only giving Zhao Min a slight nod and a shake of the head.

Zhao Min also looked at Jing Tian curiously, then nodded, took a few steps forward, closed her fan, and bowed deeply to Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "I am Zhang Wujie, the Sect Leader of the Ming Cult. It is a great honor to meet the revered figure of the martial world today!"

Zhang Wujie was furious, thinking, "This wicked girl is pretending to be the Sect Leader of the Ming Cult, and even using my name to deceive my great master."

Hearing the name "Zhang Wujie," Zhang Sanfeng was very surprised: "Why is the Sect Leader of the demonic cult such a young and beautiful girl, and her name is the same as my child Wujie?" He then joined his hands in greeting and said, "I did not know the Sect Leader would visit, and I failed to welcome you properly. Please forgive me!" Zhao Min replied, "It's fine, it's fine!"

Hearing their exchange, Jing Tian found it amusing and interjected to Zhang Wujie, "Wujie, what's going on here?"

Hearing Jing Tian's interjection, Zhang Wujie and Zhao Min both looked over. Zhao Min thought Jing Tian was speaking to her and was puzzled, "Who is this person, and why is he speaking like that?"

Seeing Jing Tian's gaze on him, Zhang Wujie understood. He stepped forward, wiped off the remaining ash on his face, bowed to Jing Tian, and then turned to Zhao Min, saying, "Wicked woman! See who I am now!"

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