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"To everyone's surprise, the woman simply extended two jade-like fingers, drew a circle in mid-air with a flourish, and all fourteen silver needles (in two waves) snapped off and fell to the ground!"
The audience erupted in uproar.
Seeing this, Bai Zhantang deliberately paused for a moment, and only continued slowly after everyone urged him on:
"When the Eastern Cult Leader saw his move broken, his expression changed slightly. Then he saw the woman in black robes suddenly raise her hand and strike with a palm from a distance..."
Noticing the shock of the Eastern Cult Leader, the woman in black robes curled her lips in disdain. Under the horrified gazes of the Sun Moon Cult members, two beams of sword light, as solid as tangible material, suddenly burst forth from her eyes!
"Swoosh—" The sword light arrived in an instant. Before the Eastern Cult Leader could even use his internal energy to defend himself, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string!
The room was filled with gasps of cold air.
At this moment, Bai Zhantang, whose mouth was dry, did not give everyone a chance to catch their breath. He pinched his throat and imitated a female voice in a high-pitched voice:
"How boring! You dare use that name? You're even less worthy to mention the Great Dragon Head!"
"Don't be delusional anymore! You don't even deserve to look up to him!"
"Remember this clearly—the Azure Dragon Society, May, Li Canghai!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's expressions changed, some sighing, others with mixed feelings.
The gavel struck heavily.
Bai Zhantang stood up, clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "That concludes this episode! Thank you all for your support!"
After saying that, he turned around and got busy.
The hall was immediately abuzz with discussion, with the topic revolving around Li Canghai, the Azure Dragon Society, and Ximen Yu, who had never appeared but was hailed as the main character.
Unbeknownst to everyone, the very person they were discussing, Ximen Yu himself, was sitting in the lobby of this inn, sharing a room with them!
'This girl is getting more and more outrageous.'
Recalling Bai Zhantang's storytelling, Ximen Yu shook his head and chuckled. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he looked up at the sky—
The Heavenly Dao Golden List, which stretched across the sky, suddenly trembled and burst forth with boundless light!
In an instant, all living beings in the land looked up.
[Rank 15 on the Nine Provinces' Strongest List: Zhang Sanfeng, Realm: Peak of the Land Immortal.]
[Origin: Founder of the Wudang School during the Ming Dynasty.]
[He possesses extraordinary talent, a magnanimous nature, and an otherworldly demeanor; he is an unparalleled martial arts prodigy of his time.]
He once comprehended the True Martial Seven-Section Formation by observing the Turtle and Snake Mountains, and created his own Tai Chi Fist and Sword, which became renowned throughout the martial arts world, respected by both the righteous and the wicked.
[He possesses extraordinary talent, having only mastered an incomplete version of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Combined with years of enlightenment, he has now reached the realm of no moves, just one step away from the Celestial Realm.]
[Heavenly Dao's Commentary: A martial arts prodigy, one in a century, with extraordinary comprehension; barring unforeseen circumstances, he will surely become a legend!]
[A Gift from Heaven: The True Meaning of Tai Chi (Deep Understanding Determines the Depth of Comprehension)]
The martial arts world of the Ming Dynasty was shaken, and Abbot Kongwen secretly made plans!
'The true essence of Tai Chi?'
'Such a reward is very fitting for him.'
'He'll probably break through that bottleneck soon.'
Ximen Yu calmly wiped his lips and gazed at the gift bestowed by the Heavenly List.
A profound meaning flashed in his eyes.
"That's absolutely impossible!"
"Master Zhang is the foremost martial artist of our Great Ming Dynasty. Even if he didn't make it into the top three, how could he possibly fall out of the top ten?!"
An uproar erupted inside the inn, and everyone looked horrified.
It should be known that Zhang Sanfeng's name not only shook the Ming Dynasty, but also resounded throughout the land.
However, it is now ranked only fifteenth on the list, which is hard for many admirers to believe.
At the same moment, deep within the Ming Dynasty imperial palace.
Chapter 9 Gold List
Zhu Houzhao stared at the names on the list of successful candidates, his face also full of surprise.
For a long time, there has been a saying in the martial arts world: "Southern Shaolin, Northern Wudang".
Shaolin represents a foundation built over hundreds of years, while Wudang relies entirely on Zhang Sanfeng.
It can be said that he single-handedly established an entire sect.
How could such a person fail to rank among the top ten in Kyushu?
"Minister Wei, in your opinion... is there an error in the Heavenly Ranking?"
Zhu Houzhao suppressed his shock and asked the attendant beside him in a low voice.
He still felt a sliver of disbelief.
"This list is determined by the will of Heaven, so it should be accurate."
"The Nine Provinces Continent is full of hidden talents. In the path of martial arts, the higher the cultivation level, the longer the lifespan."
No one knows how many reclusive masters are hidden in the world.
"Therefore, this old minister dares not make a hasty conclusion."
"Moreover, according to recent news..."
"Within the Azure Dragon Society alone, there are probably several individuals whose strength is no less than, or even surpasses, that of Master Zhang."
"Therefore, although this ranking is unexpected, it is also reasonable."
Wei Jinzhong remained silent for a moment.
He carefully considered his words and gently offered words of comfort.
Compared to Zhu Houzhao's thoughts, which were full of personal emotions.
He was also a terrestrial immortal.
It is clearly more calm and objective.
Zhu Houzhao nodded slightly, his expression silent.
Wudang Mountain, Zixiao Palace.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Even if Master isn't number one, how come he didn't even make the top ten?"
"This Heavenly Ranking must be full of errors and omissions, yes, that must be it!"
The Seven Heroes of Wudang have always regarded Zhang Sanfeng as a god.
Looking at the rankings on the honor roll.
They looked at each other, their expressions solemn.
It's hard to accept this cruel result!
"Calm down! Focus your mind!"
Seeing that his six beloved disciples were breathing erratically and looking dazed.
Zhang Sanfeng frowned slightly.
The six men were startled.
Seeing that his master looked displeased.
They all lowered their heads, their faces showing shame.
"Have you completely forgotten what the old Taoist taught you—to remain unmoved by external gains or losses?"
"A mere empty title, why bother with it!"
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed.
He gave a few words of admonition, then left disappointed.
The six men felt increasingly ashamed.
In the end, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
He could only silently watch that figure walk further and further away.
The Great Ming Dynasty, Shaolin Temple.
Abbot Kongwen withdrew his gaze, gave a cold snort, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions.
Disdain and contempt intertwined – no matter how powerful Zhang Sanfeng was, he was ultimately a Shaolin outcast!
Envy and jealousy surged within him—those on the Heavenly Ranking were one in ten thousand, and he, though he had only heard of it, longed to be on it. Alas, not a single person in Shaolin Temple was qualified. And Zhang Sanfeng, whom Shaolin considered a traitor, was conspicuously on the list. How could he accept this?
Kong Jian, who was standing to the side, put his hands together and said in a low voice, "Abbot, I have come to report that I have discovered the whereabouts of Zhang Wuxia of Wudang, as well as that demoness Yin Susu and their child."
Kong Wen's eyes flashed, and he understood.
When Zhang Cuishan disappeared, the Golden-Haired Lion King, one of the Four Kings of the Ming Cult, and the Dragon-Slaying Saber that stirred up the martial arts world also vanished.
After a moment of contemplation, Kong Wen sneered, "No need to rush. Zhang Sanfeng's birthday is approaching. This is a good opportunity to let the world see who is the true leader of the Ming Dynasty's martial arts world!"
A cold glint flashed in his eyes: "Pass down the order to secretly spread the news of Zhang Cuishan and the Dragon-Slaying Saber, so that all the major sects will gather at Shaolin."
Kong Jian nodded, but a chill inexplicably rose in his heart.
My senior brother Kong Wen is so cunning and calculating.
They even intended to unite various factions of the Ming Dynasty to exert pressure on Wudang.
They deliberately chose to do so on Zhang Sanfeng's birthday.
This is a deliberate attempt to escalate the conflict to the extreme!
Although it was a prestigious position in Shaolin, he still longed for it.
For thousands of years, Shaolin has suppressed countless other sects.
But this is in response to others' wanton provocations.
Aren't they afraid the situation will get out of control?
Kong Wen seemed to see right through his thoughts.
He smiled slightly and lowered his voice:
"Don't worry."
"Everything is under control."
"That person has already emerged from seclusion, and besides, we still have reinforcements!"
That person? Someone to lend a helping hand?
Kong Jian looked utterly bewildered.
I don't understand its meaning at all.
"No need to worry."
"Just know that the Jianghu of the Ming Dynasty will eventually be unified."
"Remember to spread the word to all factions!"
He was still in a daze.
He merely waved his sleeve and said no more.
Although Kongjian was curious, he also knew his limits.
Da Qin, Xianyang Palace.
Ying Zheng swept across the Heavenly Dao Golden List.
He turned to look to his side.
"Imperial Preceptor, have the Yin-Yang School deduced the details of Ximen Yu and the Azure Dragon Society?"