Chapter 51

"Me?" The young novice monk was somewhat dazed and stunned. The old Taoist who could walk on air had actually chosen him as his opponent.

This newly ordained little monk couldn't understand it, finding it hard to believe.

"Master?" The young novice monk looked at his master with a pleading expression. This old Taoist was being too unfair. He had just learned a set of Shaolin long fist; how could he possibly be his opponent? As long as his master said no, he would immediately refuse.

"Junbao, since that Taoist has chosen you for a match, you should go up and spar with him." The novice monk's master had a simple and honest face, not finding anything wrong with it. He didn't know what the term "innate realm" meant, thinking that the white-haired Taoist above wanted to guide his disciple.

"Master, you?" The novice monk looked indignant. His master was actually pushing him into the fire.

Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, the novice monk took a step back for every step forward. If his master called him back, he would turn and leave immediately. However, by the time he reached the bottom of the sparring platform, he still hadn't heard his master's call.

"Did you see that? When the little monk walked to the sparring platform, his legs swayed slightly, at a strange frequency. Could this be a magical step technique?"

"I think so too. Didn't you see? The little monk's legs vibrated faster with each step forward."

"Yes, it seems he's either the reincarnation of Bodhidharma or a high monk who has achieved Nirvana, truly remarkable."

"Look, the little monk is moving!" Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone's attention instantly shifted to the little monk at the bottom of the sparring platform.

He slightly raised his feet and stretched his hands straight, standing upright.

"I know what kind of lightness skill this is," an old man with white hair said excitedly. "I once heard that in the martial world, there is an unparalleled lightness skill that only those of exceptional talent can learn. The little monk in front of us has probably already mastered it."

After saying this, the old man squinted his eyes and fell silent.

"Why don't you continue?" A young man in blue beside the old man urged, thinking the old man was just building suspense.

The people around them looked at the old man with impatience. The old man, feeling a bit smug from the attention, said, "It's said that there was once a great expert who, by observing the white clouds in the sky, created an unparalleled step technique called the 'Ten Thousand Li Azure Cloud Step,' where the clouds serve as steps within ten thousand li."

After finishing, the old man patted his head, remembering that he had read about this step technique in a novel.

"Look, the novice monk's posture is ready; he's about to use the Ten Thousand Li Azure Cloud Step." The young man in blue beside the old man said excitedly.

The Ten Thousand Li Azure Cloud Step, a profound lightness skill, was no less impressive than the sword technique without form or substance.

The next moment, the novice monk's feet were raised much higher, and he stood there for a while before turning to look at Zhou Yang. "Shopkeeper, I can't climb up."

Zhou Yang's face twitched slightly. He pointed lightly, and the floating sparring platform slowly descended until it was only a foot above the ground. The novice monk then walked up.

"What kind of Ten Thousand Li Azure Cloud Step is this?" The young man was met with angry glares from the crowd. What kind of supreme lightness skill was this?

"It's not what I said, it's what he said." The young man pointed at the expressionless old man, feeling angry. It was all because he had trusted the old man's words that he had lost face in front of so many people.

"Young people these days have no sense of shame. Who would believe in such a thing as the Ten Thousand Li Azure Cloud Step? Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" The old man said with disdain.

"Exactly, young people these days always blame the elderly when something goes wrong. Look at how old he is, and you still have the nerve to accuse him." The uninformed martial artists around them began to criticize the young man, morally condemning him.

"You go first!"

On the sparring platform, Zhang Sanfeng's Daoist robe fluttered without wind, making a rustling sound, while his white beard remained still.

The crowd below felt a powerful aura coming from him, like a mountain pressing down, making their chests feel slightly suffocated and their breathing difficult.

The novice monk, however, felt a gentle breeze, which was refreshing and calmed his nerves.

"Be careful." The novice monk bowed to Zhang Sanfeng and stepped forward, using a cross punch and quick steps to strike at Zhang Sanfeng's chest.

Zhang Sanfeng's left hand drew a strange arc, blocking the novice monk's punch.

Bang!

A thunderous sound echoed in the sky.

An invisible force spread out from the two of them, creating a slight whirlwind inside the Ten Thousand Worlds Tower, making everyone's hair dance in the wind.

"Damn! I can guarantee that this little monk has definitely mastered the Shaolin Golden Bell Cover. The force of that collision, if not for a terrifying defense, would have turned his internal organs to powder."

"Didn't you see the internal force collision between the novice monk and Zhang Sanfeng? Without deep internal force, how could he remain still? The Shaolin Muscle Changing Classic is the most powerful, and the little monk must have practiced it."

"You're all wrong. I can guarantee that this novice monk has mastered the long-lost Shaolin Marrow Washing Classic. After achieving great success, he has rejuvenated, returning to his youth."

On the platform, the novice monk's fist struck Zhang Sanfeng's palms, and the invisible force continued to spread outward.

"What's going on?" Zhou Yang was a bit confused. The novice monk being the reincarnation of Bodhidharma was nonsense. He was just an ordinary novice monk. If he were truly comparable to Bodhidharma, it would be in the future, not now.

The martial experts below all had strange expressions. They naturally felt the strong wind continuously blowing outward, all created by Zhang Sanfeng's powerful true qi, while the novice monk didn't emit any internal force at all.

Could it be that this was a great monk who had rejuvenated, and his true qi had reached the level of returning to simplicity, making it undetectable?

"Good, the little monk is impressive, quickly defeat that old Taoist." A clear and crisp voice, like pearls falling on a jade plate, came from a girl about the same age as the novice monk. She wore a light yellow robe, with lively big eyes fixed on the impressive-looking novice monk above.

Hearing the pleasant voice, the novice monk couldn't help but turn his head and saw a girl with a mischievous and charming appearance waving at him. His face turned red, thinking she was like a fairy from a painting, beautiful and captivating, making him want to get closer.

Buzz!

Just as the girl cheered, a more powerful aura erupted from Zhang Sanfeng, forming an invisible yin-yang fish between him and the novice monk.

The yin-yang fish rotated continuously, and Zhang Sanfeng and the novice monk rose into the air. In the stunned gazes of the crowd, they fought from the sky to the ground and then from the ground to the sky. The novice monk, confused, didn't know how he had flown up, but hearing the girl's cheers, he performed the Shaolin long fist with incredible skill, while sweat rolled down Zhang Sanfeng's forehead.

"Little monk, keep it up!"

"Little monk, keep it up!"

...

Below the sparring platform, only the cheers of the light yellow-robed girl remained.

The martial artists below were already stunned, as the sword techniques of Ye Gucheng and Feng Qingyang were too fast, making it hard to see clearly and feel somewhat unreal.

But these two, with their punches hitting flesh, fighting from the sky to the ground and back, were what they considered a true battle between experts.

Finally, after two hundred rounds, Zhang Sanfeng's face had turned pale, clearly having expended too much internal force. Seeing the light yellow-robed girl's big eyes fixed on the novice monk, a smile appeared on his lips, but a hint of bitterness flashed in his eyes.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhang Sanfeng's hands turned into countless palm shadows, striking the novice monk's entire body. The novice monk felt a sudden surge of comfort and then realized he had fallen off the sparring platform. Thinking of the girl's cheers, he felt a bit disappointed.

"Is Master okay?" As Zhang Sanfeng walked down from the platform, Song Yuanqiao, the Wudang Sect leader, looked at him with concern. In his mind, his invincible master had never been so weak, and he was filled with endless doubts.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't answer, turning to look at the happy chatting novice monk and the light yellow-robed girl. He touched the pair of iron arhats he had carried for nearly a hundred years, feeling a mix of nostalgia, blessings, and remembrance, and whispered, "I hope you won't be like me."

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