Ask Wudang Chapter 069

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It was just that, although Peng Yingyu did not make a move, he was now in a dilemma.

Seeing his former brothers fighting fiercely, and the fight getting more and more intense, helping one side was not good, helping the other was also wrong, and he couldn’t persuade them to stop. So he simply joined the battle, not helping either side, but hitting whoever he caught.

Thus, a baffling melee unfolded.

As the fight progressed, the melee turned into a competition of internal energy.

Yang Xiao was at the center of the vortex. Yin Tianzheng, Yin Yewang, the Five Wanderers, and Wei Yixiao, who had recovered some of his vitality, eight people stood on two sides, one side resisting Yang Xiao’s left palm, and the other side resisting Yang Xiao’s right palm, thus competing.

Logically speaking, in such a competition, the person who should be the most uncomfortable is Yang Xiao, who is at the center of the vortex.

However, the current situation was not like this.

From the current situation, although Yang Xiao was also very uncomfortable, the most uncomfortable were the two sides.

Why was this?

Because Yang Xiao had been taught two layers of the Qiankun Danuoyi mental cultivation method by Yang Dingtian, and had achieved some success in it. In this contest of strength, he used the cleverness of Qiankun Danuoyi to shift the forces of both sides, and he himself bore less of the brunt.

“Qiankun Danuoyi!”

After a few breaths of stalemate, everyone finally discovered the trick.

The fundamental principle of the Qiankun Danuoyi technique was not that profound. It was merely to stimulate one’s own potential, and then draw and shift the enemy’s force, thereby achieving the effect of borrowing strength to strike. Everyone thought that since the disappearance of the former leader Yang Dingtian, no one in the Ming Cult knew this technique anymore, so they didn’t think of it at first. Now that they saw Yang Xiao using it, they no longer had any desire to fight.

The reason why they no longer had any desire to fight was not that they were afraid of Yang Xiao, nor that they were greedy for life and afraid of death, but that the Qiankun Danuoyi technique symbolized the position of the cult leader. Historically, only the cult leader could cultivate Qiankun Danuoyi. Since Yang Xiao had been taught this technique, it meant that the former cult leader Yang Dingtian intended to train him as the next cult leader.

The reason why some people left and some established themselves before was simply because there was no cult leader and they did not submit to Yang Xiao.

Now that they knew Yang Xiao had mastered Qiankun Danuoyi, although everyone was still somewhat unconvinced, the fact was already established, and they had no choice but to submit.

So, Leng Qian was the first to speak: “Congratulations, no ill will, please stop fighting.”

He always spoke concisely, never saying a superfluous word. The two words “Congratulations” were to congratulate Yang Xiao on mastering the Qiankun Danuoyi mental cultivation method, which had been lost in the Ming Cult for a long time. “No ill will” meant that their ascent of the mountain this time was absolutely without ill will towards Yang Xiao, but rather they had come sincerely to resist the external enemy together. “Please stop fighting” was to ask both sides to cease fighting, and not to misunderstand.

Yang Xiao, knowing his temperament, immediately said, “Good, I’ll count to three, and everyone will simultaneously withdraw their power, so as to avoid accidental injury.”

“Good!”

Everyone also didn’t want to end up in a lose-lose situation, so they all agreed.

“One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

As soon as he shouted “three”, a yellow figure suddenly swept into the main hall, followed by a series of rapid strikes, and in an instant, everyone was struck down to the ground, even Yang Xiao was hit by two fingers.

The finger force was incredibly cold and yin. As soon as it entered the body, it traveled through all the meridians. Everyone felt their bodies turn cold and could no longer move a single step.

It was only then that everyone clearly saw the figure and appearance of the sneak attacker. The person was dressed in a bright yellow monk’s robe, appeared to be about fifty or sixty years old, with white hair and beard, and a benevolent face, truly resembling a highly accomplished monk.

The sneak attacker was none other than Yuan Zhen.

The so-called Yuan Zhen, also known as Hunyuan Pilishou Cheng Kun, had long since infiltrated the main hall and had been waiting for an opportunity. Seeing that the Ming Cult members were about to withdraw their palms and cease their efforts, he knew that the opportune moment had arrived and decisively made his move, thus leading to the scene before them.

Yang Xiao looked at Yuan Zhen with an extremely complex expression on his face, and asked in a deep voice, “You are using Shaolin finger techniques, but Shaolin does not have such sinister internal energy. Who exactly are you?”

Yuan Zhen said proudly, “This old monk Yuan Zhen, a disciple of the eminent monk Kong Jian, the head of the Four Divine Monks of Shaolin.” He paused slightly, then added, “This time, the Six Major Sects are besieging the Ming Cult. It’s not in vain for you to die at this old monk’s hands.”

Yin Tianzheng suppressed the yin and cold energy in his body and cursed, “You stinking bald thief, don’t flatter yourself. Although the eminent monk Kong Jian has passed away, his benevolent and chivalrous reputation is well-known throughout the world. How could he have such a despicable and shameless disciple like you?”

Hearing the insults, Yuan Zhen didn’t mind, but smiled faintly and said, “Surprise victory, there’s no limit to deception in war, that’s how it has always been. I, Yuan Zhen, alone, defeated all of you Ming Cult experts, are you not convinced?”

Upon hearing this, the Ming Cult members were filled with shame and regret, and each remained silent.

After a moment of silence, Yang Xiao suddenly asked, “My Ming Cult has seven peaks and thirteen cliffs. How did you get up here?”

Yuan Zhen laughed and said, “Your proud seven peaks and thirteen cliffs are nothing but a smooth road in the eyes of this old monk, what’s there to talk about? You have all been struck by this old monk’s Illusory Yin Finger. Within three hours, you will all go to the Western Paradise, that’s nothing to worry about. After you die, this old monk will go to the Mount of Forgetfulness and bury dozens of pounds of explosives, blowing all of your Ming Cult remnants to ashes. As the saying goes, ‘Shaolin monk’s single finger destroys the Ming Cult, nine devils of Guangmingding return to the Western Paradise.’ How can this old monk not become famous throughout the world? How delightful, how delightful, hahahaha…”

Upon hearing these words again, the Ming Cult members’ regret deepened, and each secretly thought to themselves: “The destruction of the Ming Cult today was entirely caused by our own impulsiveness. After death, how can we face the past cult leaders?”

The more Yuan Zhen spoke, the more pleased he became, and he continued, “Actually, a large part of my ability to accomplish today’s great feat is thanks to you. If you hadn’t fought among yourselves and engaged in infighting, how could I have succeeded in one blow? As the saying goes, ‘Heaven’s wrath can be defied, but self-inflicted evil is unforgivable.’ You brought this upon yourselves, and I naturally have to fulfill your wishes, hahahaha…”

The more the Ming Cult members listened, the more they regretted. Zhou Dian immediately said, “Yang Xiao, I’m really sorry, it’s all my fault. Although I, Zhou Dian, can’t stand your arrogance, if you were the cult leader, we wouldn’t have been completely annihilated.”

Yang Xiao said, “I have long said that I have no ambition to be the cult leader.”

Shuo Budai then said, “We messed up completely. Even if we die, we won’t have the face to see Cult Leader Yang.”

Upon hearing the words “Cult Leader Yang,” Yuan Zhen’s expression immediately darkened, and he said coldly, “Hmph, what is Yang Dingtian? Fortunately, he didn’t live until today. If he had, this old monk would surely make him lose all his reputation and watch the Ming Cult perish with his own eyes.”

“You fart!”

Although Zhou Dian was severely injured, his mouth was still unforgiving. He shouted, “If our Cult Leader Yang were here, you bald thief would have been beheaded long ago! How could you still have the chance to be so arrogant here?”

Yang Xiao said, “Enough, Zhou Dian, it’s come to this, there’s no need to pretend to be strong anymore. We admit defeat.” He then turned to Yuan Zhen, “Monk, before you kill us, can you tell me how you managed to pass through the Ming Cult’s numerous checkpoints?”

Yuan Zhen smiled, “Anyway, you’re about to die, so there’s no harm in telling you. This old monk ascended the mountain through the secret passage in the forbidden area of the Ming Cult. The so-called Seven Peaks and Thirteen Cliffs are like flat ground to this old monk.”

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