Chapter 4

【Ding! Trial mission completed.】

【Mission rewards are being distributed...】

【Nine Yin Manual - Yi Jing Forging Bone Chapter (Pending Collection): This manual is a divine skill created by a remarkable person during the Northern Song Dynasty. The Yi Jing Forging Bone Chapter is the foundational part, with the miraculous effects of purifying the body and transforming the bones, making it a treasure sought after by all martial artists.】

【Current Host: Mo Li.】

【Mission: Song Qingshu's Wish (Song Qingshu was originally the top disciple of the third generation of Wudang, but due to unfortunate circumstances, he strayed onto the wrong path, was abandoned by his peers, and was eventually killed by the elders of Wudang. His resentment lingered even as he died.)】

Mo Li woke up from his unconscious state and saw this information before his eyes.

He felt relieved, finally getting through it. This damn system made him, a five-year-old child, escape from the Golden Lion King. Who the hell came up with such a setting!

Fortunately, it's finally over...

He let out a long breath, but the next moment, an intense pain surged through his entire body, causing him to groan in agony!

"You're awake!"

"Brother, this brat is awake!"

A joyful voice rang out. Mo Li looked up and saw three more heads in front of him, which were the three brothers he had met on the road earlier: Song Yuanqiao and his two brothers.

"Li'er, you're finally awake!"

Song Yuanqiao's face was filled with relief. He said, "If you had also died, how could I face your parents..."

Mo Li opened his mouth to say something, but he was too severely injured from the fall off the horse and had no strength to speak. In that pain, he fainted again, his head tilting to one side on the bed.

"Li'er... Li'er..."

In the room, the anxious calls of Song Yuanqiao and the others echoed, but Mo Li couldn't hear a single word.

In that unconscious state, he didn't know how long it lasted. Suddenly, a very comfortable warmth enveloped his entire body. He opened his eyes again, but this time, he was not in bed but sitting cross-legged.

In front of him was an old Taoist with white hair and a transcendent aura, his eyes closed, palms pressed against Mo Li's. The warmth was slowly flowing from his palms.

Mo Li's heart stirred, and he had a vague idea of the old Taoist's identity.

He called out, "Master..."

The old Taoist slowly opened his eyes, his pupils shining like stars, but the light quickly faded. Upon closer inspection, he was only slightly warmer than an ordinary person, with no other abnormalities.

He nodded and smiled at Mo Li, saying, "Call me Grandmaster."

It really is him!

Mo Li's heart was greatly shaken, but he showed no expression on his face. "Grandmaster."

The old Taoist nodded again and said, "You're quite brave, little one. At such a young age, you dared to jump off a galloping horse. If it weren't for this old Taoist's skills, you would have been crippled even after healing."

Mo Li thought back to that moment, his face filled with distress. He never wanted to jump, but not jumping meant certain death, while jumping offered a glimmer of hope.

"Master, how is he?"

Song Yuanqiao's concerned voice came from outside, as if he had heard the commotion inside.

"Look at how worried your master is."

The old Taoist released his palms and withdrew his true qi, the warmth instantly disappearing. He said, "You can come in now; the little one is awake."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door creaked open, and Song Yuanqiao quickly walked in. Seeing Mo Li awake, he felt a great weight lifted from his heart.

He sighed, "Heaven blesses you, little one. You're finally awake."

Then he bowed and said, "I pay my respects to Master, thank you for saving his life."

Master?

Mo Li looked at the old Taoist, and the words "Golden Thigh" flashed through his mind.

Song Yuanqiao's master could only be one person: Zhang Sanfeng of Wudang, the unparalleled grandmaster who, with a single sword, made the martial world's top experts of the past hundred years pale in comparison, and no one dared to claim the title of the strongest in the world after his rise to fame!

A hundred years ago, there was the Hua Mountain Sword Conference, where the Five Greats competed for the title of the strongest. However, after Zhang Sanfeng's rise, the Hua Mountain Sword Conference became a thing of the past.

This was the living martial legend of the Jinxiu world, right in front of Mo Li!

"This old Taoist has been protecting his internal organs with true qi for half a month. His internal injuries are no longer serious, and he will recover fully with some rest. Yuanqiao, you don't need to worry anymore," Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile.

"This time, it's all thanks to Master's help."

Song Yuanqiao said with a hint of sadness, "This is the only bloodline of the Mo family."

He and the original host's father were close friends. After saving Mo Li, he immediately took him to Hankou to seek a famous doctor and investigate Mo Li's background. Upon entering the Mo residence, he saw the bodies in the courtyard and the bloodstains on the walls, instantly understanding everything.

Mo Li was too young, and his internal organs were severely damaged. The doctors could only barely keep him alive. Concerned for his friend's son, Song Yuanqiao rushed back to Wudang Mountain to seek Zhang Sanfeng's help, which finally brought Mo Li back from the brink of death.

"Life, aging, illness, and death are inevitable. You should look at it more openly."

Zhang Sanfeng, who had lived nearly a hundred years, had seen everything. He said, "Moreover, this little one, at such a young age, managed to escape from a high-level expert like the Golden Lion King, showing great fortune. You should train him well in the future."

"Yes, Master," Song Yuanqiao replied.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Mo Li again and smiled, "Little one, since you've called me Master, are you willing to join the Wudang Sect?"

Mo Li, with a stroke of luck, said, "I am willing."

"Good, then let's perform the ceremony."

Song Yuanqiao was taken aback, but Mo Li did not hesitate. He knelt down and bowed, saying, "Disciple pays respects to Master."

His injuries were not fully healed, and the pain from the bow was excruciating, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Zhang Sanfeng, seeing this, nodded slightly, a hint of approval in his eyes.

Song Yuanqiao said, "Although I am a close friend of your father, now that you have joined Wudang and become my disciple, you must abide by the rules of Wudang. First, you must not commit evil deeds, and second, you must not betray the sect. Can you abide by these rules?"

"Disciple can abide by them!" Mo Li said without hesitation.

Wudang is the strongest sect in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber." Joining it is an opportunity that many people would die for!

"Get up, your body isn't fully healed yet."

Song Yuanqiao helped Mo Li sit down and looked at Zhang Sanfeng, saying, "Master, if there's nothing else, I'll take him to rest. You should also rest; you've been working hard for half a month."

"Saving a life is a great virtue."

Zhang Sanfeng gently patted Mo Li's head and said, "Little one, rest and train well in Wudang. Don't think too much. As for the Golden Lion King, your elders will take care of him."

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