Chapter 8

Fifth Master Uncle!

Upon hearing these three words, Mo Li's heart trembled instantly!

The Seven Heroes of Wudang, now only five remain. The third elder had already been paralyzed before Mo Li came up the mountain, and the fifth elder had completely disappeared during Mo Li's convalescence on the mountain.

For the past ten years, no matter how many medicinal herbs the Wudang disciples sought, or how many mountains and rivers they traversed, the paralysis of the third elder, Yu Daayan, could not be cured, and there was no news of the fifth elder, Zhang Cuishan.

Who would have thought that this person would suddenly return to Wudang without a word!

Zhang Cuishan!

Thinking of the name that Zhang Sanfeng often mentioned, Mo Li steadied himself and strode toward the Purple Heaven Palace.

Inside the Purple Heaven Palace, everyone was present except for Yu Daayan, who was paralyzed in bed.

When Mo Li entered, he found the atmosphere very tense. A young couple he did not recognize was kneeling on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing. In front of them lay a boy around ten years old, his face as pale as snow, with a faint bluish tinge around his eyes, clearly indicating he was seriously injured.

"Master, please have mercy and save Wuji..."

"Master Zhang, please save my child..."

The couple, both of extraordinary appearance and demeanor, were now panic-stricken, kneeling on the ground, completely at a loss.

The boy lay there, moaning intermittently, in great pain.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was grim. He had not seen his beloved disciple for many years, and he never expected their first meeting to be under such circumstances. Despite his long cultivation, he could not help but feel a surge of anger—how dare anyone cause trouble on his Wudang Mountain!

He said, "What exactly happened? Tell me everything."

"On the road, there were Mongol soldiers causing chaos, among them were some highly skilled individuals who abducted Wuji. I pursued them with all my might, but by the time I caught up, Wuji was already in this state..."

Zhang Cuishan's face was full of guilt and self-reproach. Yu Lianzhou, who had come down the mountain to meet him, also looked grim. Yin Sosu was sobbing softly on the side, deeply pained by her son's plight.

"Mongol soldiers?"

Zhang Sanfeng frowned, and without any visible movement, he was already beside Zhang Cuishan.

"Both of you, stand up first. Let this old Taoist examine Wuji first."

He helped them up and then placed his hand on Zhang Wuji's arm. As soon as he touched the skin, he felt a bone-chilling cold, as if touching a block of ice.

"This is...?"

His heart sank as he carefully examined Zhang Wuji's face, then lifted his robe. He saw a green palm print on Zhang Wuji's back.

"The Cold阴 Palm!" Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed, his face darkening.

"Master, can you save him?" Zhang Cuishan asked, full of hope.

Zhang Sanfeng was silent for a moment before saying, "Thirty years ago, the Hundred Losses Taoist, whom this old Taoist killed, used this technique. The palm's power is extremely venomous, rarely seen in the world. This old Taoist can only try."

With that, he lifted Zhang Wuji and placed his palms on his back, sending his powerful true qi into his body, directly targeting the cold poison. His nearly century-old cultivation of true qi was like a miraculous elixir. No matter how severe the injury, as long as the person was still breathing, the true qi would immediately improve their condition. In the past, when Mo Li's internal organs were injured and no medicine could help, it was this true qi that saved his life. However, in Zhang Wuji's case, it had the opposite effect!

Zhang Wuji's face turned from white to blue, then to purple, and his body began to tremble violently. His moans became more urgent, clearly indicating great pain!

Zhang Sanfeng quickly stopped the flow of true qi, and Zhang Wuji gradually recovered.

"Master, this...?"

Zhang Cuishan's voice was full of anxiety. Anyone could see that the situation was not right.

Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply and said, "The Cold阴 Poison has already merged with Wuji's internal organs. If this old Taoist were to forcibly remove it, the child's life might be in danger..."

Everyone understood Zhang Sanfeng's meaning. It was not that this unparalleled martial arts master could not remove the poison, but that he feared harming Zhang Wuji.

"Then... is there no way?!"

Yin Sosu's voice trembled, her face full of urgency.

"We must try again."

Zhang Sanfeng glanced around the hall, nodding slightly at Mo Li. "Lianzhou, Songxi, Li'er, the three of you will help this old Taoist treat Wuji."

Everyone was taken aback. It made sense for Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi to help with the treatment, but why include a third-generation disciple?

Lao Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu were still present!

"Master, Li'er has only been practicing for a short time, and his power may not be sufficient. Perhaps I should...?"

"You are the master's disciple and must manage the affairs of the sect," Zhang Sanfeng interrupted Lao Yuanqiao. "There is no time to waste. Follow this old Taoist's lead."

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu exchanged glances. Even if the eldest could not participate, they should be included. What was the meaning of including Mo Li?

However, they soon understood Zhang Sanfeng's intention.

The four of them stepped forward, each taking a position. Following Zhang Sanfeng's command, they each placed their hands on a vital point on Zhang Wuji's body and began to circulate their true qi with all their might!

The Cold阴 Poison in Zhang Wuji's body immediately split into four streams, spreading toward the four of them!

As the cold poison continued to flow into their bodies, Zhang Wuji's face gradually regained its rosy color, and his body became warmer.

The four of them had already pushed the Pure Yang Wuji Gong to its limit, emitting intense heat. They were like four blazing furnaces, making the entire hall scorching hot. Even the highly skilled martial artists present were drenched in sweat!

"This... this...?"

Zhang Cuishan stared at Mo Li, speechless.

Among the four furnaces, the heat emitted by Mo Li was only slightly less than Yu Lianzhou's and far exceeded Zhang Songxi's!

It must be understood that Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi were renowned figures in the martial arts world, recognized as top-tier experts!

Among them, Yu Lianzhou was particularly outstanding. Among the Seven Heroes, his martial arts were the best, capable of fighting the four great monks of Shaolin without defeat, a top-tier figure!

A young boy, not much older than their son, had such profound internal power?!

Lao Yuanqiao and the others were also greatly surprised. They knew that Mo Li had extraordinary talent and was the best among the third-generation disciples, but they never expected his internal power to be so deep!

"Brother, you truly have a fine disciple..." Yin Liting said to Lao Yuanqiao, his face full of bitter laughter.

Lao Yuanqiao was also at a loss. Mo Li had been personally taught by him for the first two years on the mountain, but after Zhang Sanfeng learned of Mo Li's talent, he had taken over the training. Thus, this was the first time Lao Yuanqiao, as a master, knew of Mo Li's true cultivation.

Mo Shenggu sighed, "Judging by Li'er's appearance, he is probably just one step away from breaking through the barriers of the Ren and Du meridians and reaching the pinnacle realm."

"The pinnacle realm, how is that possible? He... how old is he?!" Zhang Cuishan said, disbelievingly.

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