Ask Wudang Chapter 077

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Upon witnessing this scene, the Six Great Sects were all aghast, while the Ming Cult members were dumbfounded.

Yang Xiao said with a lost expression, “Qiankun Da Nuoyi! How does this Young Master Zhang know our cult’s supreme martial art?”

Not just him, but Yin Tianzheng, Wei Yixiao, the Five Sanren, the Five-Element Banners, and others were all similarly shocked.

Amidst his surprise, Yin Ye-wang didn’t forget to tease, “Left Emissary Yang, you also know the divine art of Qiankun Da Nuoyi, but compared to my nephew Wuji, it seems a bit like a small witch meeting a great one.”

Clearly, with his intelligence, he had already thought of a result, one that was extremely favorable to him. Qiankun Da Nuoyi was the Ming Cult’s supreme martial art, and only the Cult Master could practice it. In other words, whoever mastered it could become the Cult Master. Right now, Zhang Wuji had mastered this divine art and also saved the Ming Cult from peril. No matter how one looked at it, the Cult Master’s throne was certainly his. And since Zhang Wuji was his nephew, how could he, as an uncle, not feel honored when his nephew became the Ming Cult Master?

Since it was the truth, Yang Xiao didn’t argue further with him and instead turned his gaze towards Ye Qingfeng outside the arena.

Twenty years ago, he had met Ye Qingfeng once, and they had even exchanged a move. At that time, his cultivation was slightly superior to Ye Qingfeng’s. Now, twenty years later, his cultivation had increased several times, but Ye Qingfeng had already far surpassed him. Leaving aside everything else, just by looking at Ye Qingfeng from afar, he felt as if he was facing a towering mountain, utterly incapable of resisting.

Most importantly, now that Zhang Wuji had stepped in to save the Ming Cult, others couldn’t see the underlying motive, but he could see it clearly: Zhang Wuji was undoubtedly acting under Ye Qingfeng’s instructions. So he wondered if Wudang wanted to seize the opportunity to control the Ming Cult.

It was only human nature for Yang Xiao to think this way.

However, he was overthinking it a bit, because Ye Qingfeng had no interest in controlling the Ming Cult. At most, he just wanted to use the Ming Cult’s power to overthrow the Mongol Yuan Dynasty. Furthermore, Yin Tianzheng was fiercely loyal to the Ming Cult and was a very devout Ming Cult member. If Zhang Wuji truly became the Ming Cult Master, even though he was Zhang Wuji’s maternal grandfather, he would absolutely not allow the Ming Cult to be controlled by Wudang.

Setting aside Yang Xiao’s thoughts for now.

He Taichong and his wife, and the tall and short elders of the Huashan Sect, were all injured. This round was considered their defeat.

Zhang Wuji again cupped his fists towards the Six Great Sects and asked, “Which senior wishes to offer guidance next?”

Monk Kongwen looked at Abbess Miejue and said, “Abbess, among the Six Great Sects, only your Emei Sect has not yet made a move.”

Abbess Miejue said with a sullen face, “No need for the Grandmaster to remind me, this humble nun knows what to do.” With that, she slowly walked up to Zhang Wuji, observing him with a complex gaze, and asked, “Boy, what weapon do you use?”

Zhang Wuji said, “Reporting to Abbess, I don’t use weapons.” Before the other party could speak, he quickly explained, “To inform Abbess, I only know Wudang Swordplay, and Eighth Uncle doesn’t allow me to use Wudang martial arts, so…”

Before he could finish, Ye Qingfeng, who was outside the arena, interrupted, “Wuji, you brat, facing a grandmaster like Abbess Miejue, how dare you be so arrogant and conceited? Do you not know how to write the word ‘death’? It’s true I don’t allow you to use Wudang martial arts, but don’t you have any other martial arts that use weapons? What about the Sacred Fire Tokens? Were they given to you for nothing?”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wuji remembered the Sacred Fire Tokens and immediately looked embarrassed, saying, “Eighth Uncle’s lesson is right.”

As he spoke, he took out two palm-sized tokens from behind his back. They were precisely the Sacred Fire Tokens.

Seeing Zhang Wuji take out the Sacred Fire Tokens, the Ming Cult members were even more utterly shocked.

First, he displayed Qiankun Da Nuoyi, then he took out the Sacred Fire Tokens. The Ming Cult Master’s throne was completely his for the taking.

Zhang Wuji didn’t know the thoughts of the Ming Cult members. Holding the Sacred Fire Tokens, he said, “Abbess, these are the Ming Cult’s Sacred Fire Tokens. They contain a set of Ming Cult martial arts. This junior will use this martial art to contend with the Abbess.”

Abbess Miejue suddenly drew her sword from its scabbard. With the Heaven Reliant Sword in hand, its cold gleam flashed, and she said in a deep voice, “Please!”

Zhang Wuji cupped his fists in return, “Please!”

After a moment of standoff, Abbess Miejue launched the first attack, her sword tip thrusting directly at Zhang Wuji’s lower abdomen. The sword stance was sharp and incredible. Zhang Wuji dared not underestimate her and met it with the Sacred Fire Tokens. With a “clang,” the sword and tokens collided, and both remained completely unharmed.

Upon seeing this, the crowd was greatly astonished. That darned Sacred Fire Token could even block the Heaven Reliant Sword.

The Ming Cult members, on the other hand, were overjoyed, each secretly thinking, “The Sacred Fire Token truly lives up to its name as our cult’s supreme treasure.”

As one of the parties involved, Abbess Miejue was also greatly surprised. She had already witnessed Zhang Wuji’s martial arts. This time, without the advantage of her weapon, she knew she was no match for Zhang Wuji. So, she planned to stall for dozens of moves, as long as she didn’t lose too badly, her Emei Sect wouldn’t be disgraced. At that moment, she saw her wrist flick, and her sword movements suddenly changed. Her long sword rapidly thrust repeatedly, like a violent storm.

Zhang Wuji dared not be slow. He quickly used the Sacred Fire Token martial arts, countering move for move, breaking stance for stance.

After more than ten moves, neither side could gain an advantage, remaining evenly matched.

After more than twenty moves, Zhang Wuji suddenly spun deeply. His right-hand Sacred Fire Token struck down directly towards Abbess Miejue’s head, while his left-hand Sacred Fire Token was held horizontally across his chest, protecting his tanzhong vital point. This was clearly the strange fighting style of the Sacred Fire Token martial arts.

An ordinary person seeing this move, without a hard weapon to resist, would only be able to retreat.

Abbess Miejue had the Heaven Reliant Sword in hand, so she naturally wasn’t afraid and raised her sword to block.

In an instant, she felt a massive force transmit through, making her wrist numb and almost causing her to lose her footing.

Zhang Wuji was waiting for this very move. While Abbess Miejue was blocking with her sword, his left-hand Sacred Fire Token suddenly shot out. The two Sacred Fire Tokens clamped the Heaven Reliant Sword, and then with a forceful twist, Abbess Miejue immediately lost her grip, and the Heaven Reliant Sword flew out of her hand.

Upon seeing this, the crowd immediately burst into an uproar.

One must know that Abbess Miejue was one of the top masters in the martial arts world. Zhang Wuji actually disarmed her in just over twenty moves. This was too ridiculous. The Emei Sect members, in particular, were dumbfounded and couldn’t believe it.

Zhang Wuji disarmed Abbess Miejue and stopped attacking. Instead, he retreated a few steps and stood firm. Abbess Miejue, without a weapon in hand, did not humiliate herself further. With a cold snort, she didn’t bother with the Heaven Reliant Sword and simply retreated.

Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly, then grabbed in mid-air. The Heaven Reliant Sword was immediately drawn into his hand. This ability to retrieve objects from a distance naturally greatly intimidated the crowd. Such divine power was beyond human capability. Ye Qingfeng paid no attention to the crowd’s astonishment. He slowly walked to the Emei Sect’s formation, handed the sword to Abbess Miejue, and said, “Abbess need not be disheartened. The martial art that brat used is a strange technique created by Persians, vastly different from our Central Plains martial arts. As long as one is familiar with its movements, it’s nothing to worry about.”

Abbess Miejue took the Heaven Reliant Sword, then snorted coldly, saying, “A loss is a loss. This humble nun is not someone who can’t afford to lose.”

Ye Qingfeng then said no more, smiled faintly, and returned to his original position.

Zhang Wuji bowed deeply to the Six Great Sects and said loudly, “This time’s martial arts competition, thanks to everyone’s kind concessions, this junior was fortunately able to win. According to our previous agreement, there shall be no more conflict between you and the Ming Cult. I ask that you do not go back on your word.”

Monk Kongwen stepped forward and said, “Young Benefactor, please rest assured. We, the Six Great Sects, are all trustworthy people. Since we have lost this time, it means that the Demonic Cult’s destiny has not yet run out. We shall naturally honor our wager and withdraw from Bright Peak now.”

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