Chapter 50

Ye Gucheng and Ximen ChuiXue were both slightly silent. They did not lose in their swordsmanship, but rather, someone had advanced further in the path of swordsmanship and found a new direction.

They were in a state of no sword, a path of no sword and no technique, which might not be suitable for them. However, victory is victory, and defeat is defeat. The proud Ye Gucheng did not bother to argue, saying that one day he would surpass the current swordsmanship and create the sixth realm, the seventh realm, or even the tenth realm.

They were comparing their current understanding of swordsmanship, not the future.

If that person had a life-and-death battle with them, they would die, and there would be no future path.

After Ye Gucheng came down from the arena, Yang Guo also came down. He went up only to prove that the Nine Swords of Dugu would not lose; it was the person using the sword technique who lost.

After the two of them went down, no one went up to the arena for a while. The two who went up before were one with superb swordsmanship and the other with incomprehensible sword theory. How could anyone else go up?

If anyone else went up and was far inferior to the previous two, it would not be a way to gain fame and fortune. A slight mistake, and they would be ridiculed as mere clods.

"Is there anyone else who wants to go up?" Zhou Yang was slightly moved. Yang Guo was indeed one of the few smart protagonists in Jin Yong's works. He looked around and asked, "After watching the sword competition, shall we try some other weapons?"

"Amitabha." A soft recitation of Buddha's name sounded in Zhou Yang's ear, making him shudder and turn his head stiffly.

A young monk in gray robes quickly walked towards him, his eyes filled with surprise.

"Shopkeeper, it's really great to see you." Jueyuan the monk said excitedly. Since all the martial arts manuals in the Treasure Pavilion were lost, he had been unable to sleep or eat. That day, after he left the Treasure Pavilion, only Zhou Yang was there, so he must know who stole the manuals.

"Shopkeeper, did you see anyone enter the Treasure Pavilion that day?" Looking at Jueyuan's expectant face, if Zhou Yang didn't know Jueyuan's honest character, he would have kicked him long ago.

He was also a bit troubled. In the Shaolin Temple of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," probably only Jueyuan didn't know that the manuals in the Treasure Pavilion were "taken" by him.

"Cough... I did see a black shadow that day. It was very fast, and I didn't see who it was." Zhou Yang was a bit embarrassed. Dealing with honest people was troublesome; you couldn't bully them.

"Thank you, Shopkeeper. I'll go back now." Jueyuan the monk's eyes were filled with deep disappointment.

"Alright, Master Jueyuan, take these Nine Yang Manual and the Three Movements of the Buddha's Palm back to Shaolin Temple. Tell your abbot that I... gave them to you." Zhou Yang took out two manuals from his chest and handed them to Jueyuan the monk.

Although the manuals in the Treasure Pavilion were lost, most of them were still being practiced by the monks of Shaolin Temple, so they could be copied and the lineage would not be broken. The real loss was the long-accumulated martial arts insights of Shaolin Temple.

"Shopkeeper, you mustn't. How can Shaolin Temple take your manuals?" Jueyuan the monk shook his head and refused.

"Take them, just take them. Don't talk so much." Zhou Yang directly placed the manuals in the dazed Jueyuan's arms.

"Met Shopkeeper, met... Master Jueyuan." An old man with a white beard, a ruddy complexion, and wearing a Taoist robe, walked over at some point.

Jueyuan the monk scratched his bald head, a bit embarrassed. Calling him "Master" by such a divine figure as the shopkeeper was one thing, but why was this old man with white hair and a sage-like demeanor also calling him "Master"?

"Name: Zhang Sanfeng.

Identity: Martial arts legend in the world of 'The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber.'"

"Met, Senior Zhang." Zhou Yang bowed slightly. This was a truly formidable figure, the longest-living person clearly recorded in Jin Yong's martial arts world, spanning the "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" worlds.

Zhang Sanfeng looked troubled and said, "Shopkeeper, may I challenge someone? That person has not yet reached the innate realm."

"Who is it?" Zhou Yang was curious.

"Him." Following Zhang Sanfeng's gaze, Zhou Yang was slightly surprised. It was a little monk.

Jueyuan was also curious, but when he looked, he was shocked. How could there be another him? Just a bit older.

Beside him was a young novice, about ten years old, with bright, curious eyes.

"Are you sure?" Zhou Yang's expression was a bit strange. Did Zhang Sanfeng have some peculiar preferences?

"Yes." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly.

"Alright." Zhou Yang nodded lightly, letting Zhang Sanfeng owe him a favor. In the future, if he needed help, he wouldn't be able to refuse.

Hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng's expression changed slightly, with bitterness, nostalgia, unforgettable memories, and sorrow mixed in his eyes.

"Plum Blossom Soaring!"

Zhang Sanfeng took a light step forward, each step slow. Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, he walked step by step into the sky and slowly approached the arena.

"Who is this Taoist?" Everyone was shocked. Zhou Yang could create an arena, and everyone thought he was a divine being, only to be in awe. But the old man in front of them was clearly a martial artist.

Looking at the calm and composed Zhang Sanfeng in the sky, Tie Dan Shen Hou Zhu Wushì, Zhuge Zhengwo, Ye Gucheng, Ximen ChuiXue, and other supreme experts were all deeply surprised. This person's internal strength and pure true qi were simply the best they had ever seen.

Among the crowd, it was not Zhang Sanfeng who had the thickest internal strength, but Tie Dan Shen Hou Zhu Wushì, who had practiced the Power Absorption Technique and absorbed the internal strength of countless experts. His internal strength far exceeded a hundred years. However, in terms of the purity of true qi, no one could match the old Taoist with white hair.

"Is this the founder of Wudang, Zhang Sanfeng?" A martial artist from the world of "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber" was surprised. Unlike Feng Qingyang, who was a legend and a myth in "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer," Zhang Sanfeng was a living "god."

"Who is Zhang Sanfeng?" People from other worlds were curious.

Thus, the entire Multiverse Tower was abuzz with discussion, as everyone shared what they knew about Zhang Sanfeng. The person in front of them was a master who had lived for a hundred years.

Tie Dan Shen Hou Zhu Wushì, his eyes gleaming, felt that the old Taoist in front of him was enough to match him, and even Ximen ChuiXue, holding an ancient black-sheathed long sword, let out a joyful hum.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Senior Zhang Sanfeng wants to challenge someone below the arena." Zhou Yang said lightly. Ximen ChuiXue's eyes flickered with disappointment, but also intense curiosity. Who below the arena could make this old man with terrifying internal strength challenge them?

"The little monk looking around, it's you." Zhou Yang pointed at the young novice who was looking for the supreme expert to be challenged.

The young novice stared blankly at Zhou Yang's finger, confirming that the person being pointed at was him, because there was only a wall behind him.

"Could this little monk be the reincarnation of Bodhidharma?" The people around were incredulous. Otherwise, what could a young child have that would make this martial arts legend challenge him?

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