Chapter 10

Song Yuanqiao is concerned about Mo Li.

Although he does not teach him much martial arts, he often sends various rare medicinal herbs to aid Mo Li's cultivation. Although the Wudang Sect is large and wealthy, the value of these herbs has cost Song Yuanqiao a great deal.

As for the Ren and Du meridians, they are indeed a major challenge for all martial artists.

Mo Li has been stuck at this stage for half a year.

Although he has extraordinary talent and has received guidance from the unparalleled master Zhang Sanfeng, the Ren and Du meridians are a matter of life and death.

If one passes, the sea is wide and the sky is vast, and one's power greatly increases. If one fails, one might suffer from a mental breakdown and become a cripple, or even die on the spot, which is a huge obstacle for countless martial artists!

The reason is that these two meridians pass through many vital points in the human body, and any slight mistake can be fatal.

The realm of martial arts is divided into four levels: third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, and supreme. Third-rate corresponds to a full accumulation of qi in the dantian, second-rate to the unblocking of the twelve main meridians, first-rate to the unblocking of six of the eight extraordinary meridians, and supreme to the successful passage of the Ren and Du meridians.

Mo Li has practiced for ten years, with the help of Zhang Sanfeng and the resources of the Wudang Sect, and has cultivated the supreme skill, the Pure Yang Wuji Gong. In the first year, he fully accumulated qi, in the fourth year, he unblocked the twelve main meridians, and in the eighth year, he became a first-rate master. However, for two years, he has not had the idea of attempting to break through this barrier.

Before the Ren and Du meridians, no matter how talented or noble one is, there is a possibility of failure and death. Therefore, in the martial world, many first-rate masters will not attempt to break through this barrier until they die.

People fear death, and this is even more true for these prominent martial artists who enjoy wealth and status.

If one fails, one dies, so Mo Li naturally needs to be cautious. The thicker one's internal energy, the easier it is to break through the barrier.

Speaking of Mo Li, since he returned to practice, Zhang Wujie's condition has improved somewhat with the help of the incomplete Nine Yang Divine Skill, and he appears normal on the surface. However, the internal cold poison has not been eliminated and is entangled with his meridians and organs even more tightly. Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Li, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang work together to absorb the cold poison from time to time, which prevents him from dying young.

However, this is only a temporary solution. Without the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he will eventually die.

Except for Zhang Sanfeng, none of the other disciples know the truth. Seeing that Zhang Wujie's cold poison has not flared up, they think he is almost fully recovered. Mo Li, who is familiar with the original story, is the only one who knows the truth besides Zhang Sanfeng.

However, he is hesitating about whether to save Zhang Wujie.

It is not because of anything else, but because if he intervenes, it will inevitably change the plot, and Zhang Wujie will no longer be the supreme master who impresses the six major sects at the Bright Peak.

As he hesitates, time flies, and soon it is the day of Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday.

On this day, the Wudang Sect is festooned with lanterns and decorations, and the atmosphere is festive.

Living to a hundred is extremely rare, even for a grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng. In the martial world, people are always involved in grudges and killings, and most people, even if they escape these, die from old injuries in their later years. A grandmaster like Zhang Sanfeng, who has lived for a hundred years, is a rarity even if one looks back hundreds of years.

However, this day is destined to be eventful. As soon as the sky brightened, disciples reported that martial artists had come to celebrate his birthday.

By noon, the Zhenwu Square in front of the Zixiao Palace was already filled with heroes from various sects, keeping the Wudang Sect busy. After all, Zhang Sanfeng's hundredth birthday was originally planned to be a private celebration, and no one was invited.

Although Mo Li's martial arts are high, he is young and of low status, so he is not responsible for welcoming guests. The task of serving tea and water is handled by other third-generation disciples. His job is to take care of Song Qingshu and Zhang Wujie and ensure that Yu Daayan, who is lying in the corner of the square basking in the sun, is well cared for.

"Li'er, do you think these people will dare to cause trouble for your fifth uncle on Wudang Mountain?" Yu Daayan asked.

The Zhang Cuishan family knows the whereabouts of Xie Xun, who has caused countless bloodbaths and holds the Dragon Slaying Saber, making him a target for many martial artists.

The people gathered here are clearly here for Zhang Cuishan, but Yu Daayan still finds it hard to believe.

The reason is simple: because of Zhang Sanfeng!

Since the founding of the Wudang Sect, no one has dared to cause trouble on Wudang Mountain, as Zhang Sanfeng's martial arts are universally recognized as the best!

Those who dared to challenge him have long been killed by the True Wu Sword!

The Sword-Disarming Stele at the foot of Wudang Mountain is a testament to this!

This is not a rule set by the Wudang Sect, but a result of Zhang Sanfeng's swordsmanship!

From the fall of Xiangyang to today, over sixty years have passed, and there has been no competition like the Five Greats' Huashan Summit to determine the best in the world. It is all due to Zhang Sanfeng's efforts, which have made the entire martial world pale in comparison!

This living martial legend is revered by all, so the martial artists at the foot of Wudang Mountain spontaneously disarm, showing their respect for this grandmaster.

However, as the Seven Heroes of Wudang grew up, Zhang Sanfeng has spent the past twenty years cultivating and has not been active in the martial world, allowing the Six Major Sects and the Ming Cult to gain prominence.

"People die for wealth, and birds die for food. If they are willing to risk their lives, they naturally won't fear Wudang," Mo Li said. "Uncle, look, these people have bulging waists, which means they are hiding weapons. They are not here to celebrate!"

Although Yu Daayan has been bedridden for a long time, his internal energy has become even more refined. He scanned the crowd and found that Mo Li's words were true. He sighed and said, "It's a pity I am a cripple. Otherwise, I would not let them cause trouble on Wudang Mountain today."

"Uncle, don't worry. Today, with your disciple here, no one will disrupt Grandmaster's birthday celebration," Mo Li said solemnly.

All his skills were taught by Zhang Sanfeng, and he is grateful to him, so he will not allow Zhang Sanfeng to suffer the pain of losing a loved one.

The three of them watched the martial artists with ill intentions. Suddenly, there was a commotion in the crowd, and a short, fat Taoist with a yellow cap from the Kunlun Sect stood up and shouted, "May I ask the Wudang Sect's Master Song, we have heard that your fifth hero, Zhang, returned a few days ago. Please have him come out, as we have important matters to discuss with him!"

As soon as he spoke, the noisy Zhenwu Square fell silent!

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao had just welcomed the Huashan Sect. Hearing the Taoist's sudden challenge, he raised an eyebrow and said, "It is the Taoist Xihua from the Kunlun Sect. My fifth brother has indeed returned, but matters concerning him will be discussed at the Heroes' Gathering at the Yellow Crane Tower in a few days. Today is my master's birthday, and we will not discuss any other matters."

"Master Song, you speak so easily, but can the disciples of the Kunlun Sect who died at the hands of Xie Xun, and the souls of the other sects, wait?" Xihua said emotionally.

Before he finished speaking, the entire square was filled with voices of agreement, creating a formidable momentum!

Mo Li frowned. Has it begun?

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