Ask Wudang Chapter 098

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The two continued to fight, their moves not refined or complex, but incredibly powerful and breathtaking.

In just this short while, within ten feet around them, there wasn’t a single intact floor tile.

Qiu Na Ba Shixie’s Esoteric Great Hand Seal was exceptionally firm and fierce, each strike possessing no less than a thousand jun of force. Ye Qingfeng’s Tai Chi Fist, however, used slowness to counter speed, and softness to overcome hardness. No matter how fierce the opponent’s offensive, he remained as tranquil as water.

A fight like theirs was a rare spectacle, perhaps seen only once in a hundred years. Even grandmasters of martial arts would benefit immensely from witnessing it.

In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over three hundred moves, still evenly matched.

Just then, a fierce battle erupted from the Grand Hall, as if two groups were fighting.

Hearing this sound, the observing Zhao Min’s expression immediately changed.

At once, she no longer cared about watching the battle and immediately led her soldiers to rush over.

The two groups fighting were, on one side, the Ming Cult members led by Yang Xiao and Yin Yewang, and on the other, the Mongol Yuan army led by Wang Baobao. At the same time, Dai Qisi, eager for revenge, had also infiltrated and was currently fighting Fan Yao.

This sudden battle was somewhat unexpected for Qiu Na Ba Shixie, immediately causing his mind to waver slightly.

When masters exchange blows, distraction is most taboo. As Qiu Na Ba Shixie’s mind wavered, Ye Qingfeng immediately seized the opportunity, striking out with a “Cross Hand” that landed squarely on the opponent’s chest and abdomen. Taking this blow, Qiu Na Ba Shixie staggered, immediately retreating several steps. As he finally stabilized himself, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating he had sustained a minor injury.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Qiu Na Ba Shixie said, “Layman, your calculations are excellent, this humble monk admires you.”

Ye Qingfeng said expressionlessly, “If we talk about calculations, compared to your student Zhao Min, I’m nothing at all. When fighting her, I have to plan three steps ahead, otherwise, I’ll fall into her trap if I’m not careful.”

Qiu Na Ba Shixie said, “All karmic obstacles have a cause, and a cause must have an effect. This humble monk was a step behind, it seems karma was already determined. However, being able to experience the layman’s profound skills, this humble monk’s journey to the Central Plains has not been in vain.” He paused slightly, then continued, “This humble monk has already experienced the layman’s fist techniques. This humble monk also has a Great Wisdom Demon Subduing Pestle here, please enlighten me, layman.”

With that, he took out a vajra pestle from his.

His vajra pestle was about a foot long, made entirely of gold, with seven gems inlaid at the end of the handle, hence it was also called the Seven Treasures Rosary Demon Subduing Pestle, and was a transmitted relic of the Sakya sect of Esoteric Buddhism.

Ye Qingfeng said, “Since the Great Lama has such an elegant interest, Ye will naturally accompany you.”

As he spoke, he also drew his True Martial Sword.

The two had already fought one round, so there was no need for excessive courtesy in this second round. As soon as weapons were in hand, they immediately attacked.

Qiu Na Ba Shixie was seen thrusting his pestle first, aiming directly for Ye Qingfeng’s glabella.

This pestle thrust looked ordinary, just a very common stab, but in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, it contained immense danger. It was as if, above and below the heavens, there was nothing else, only this pestle. It was also as if this pestle was destined to hit, no matter how he dodged, no matter how he defended, the final result would only be one: it would hit his glabella.

“Spiritual Lock?”

In just an instant, Ye Qingfeng understood how he had reached his current realm. He cultivated qi and blood externally, and spirit internally, merging the two. Even the most ordinary moves could be transformed from decay into wonder. Just like the scene before him, the essence was like destiny, inescapable.

Because he did not have a specialized method for cultivating spirit, he usually relied on nurturing it, so Ye Qingfeng’s spiritual power was still shallow. He couldn’t achieve what Qiu Na Ba Shixie did, which was to infuse spirit into a weapon to create a fated strike.

However, even though he couldn’t use such a move, it didn’t mean he would be constrained by it.

“Good!”

Suddenly, Ye Qingfeng let out a clear cry, immediately bit the tip of his tongue, and with a powerful surge of spirit, he broke free.

“Eh!”

The moment Ye Qingfeng broke free, Qiu Na Ba Shixie couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise, seeming somewhat incredulous.

Just as he was astonished, Ye Qingfeng had already struck out fiercely.

Ye Qingfeng pulled his stance, and the True Martial Sword in his hand immediately drew a sword circle. A faint image of a Tai Chi Bagua appeared behind him, and a small Tai Chi simultaneously appeared on the blade.

Once the sword circle was formed, Qiu Na Ba Shixie’s moves were like a mud ox entering the sea, instantly disappearing without a trace.

“Good swordplay!”

Qiu Na Ba Shixie, instead of being surprised by his failed move, was delighted and cheered. While cheering, his hands did not stop, striking out with pestle after pestle like a furious storm, each strike possessing earth-shattering power.

Ye Qingfeng, on the other hand, maintained a calm and composed demeanor, continuously drawing sword circles: large sword circles, small sword circles, perfectly elliptical sword circles, obliquely elliptical sword circles, circle within circle, link within link, endless and boundless.

These countless sword circles embodied only one principle: the revolving of Tai Chi, the ceaseless interplay of yin and yang.

Trapped within the endless sword circles, Qiu Na Ba Shixie felt his body growing heavier and heavier, as if he were in an infinite swamp. If he remained still, he was fine, but once he moved, he would sink, sinking faster and deeper.

“Clang clang clang…”

After continuously resisting forty or fifty sword circles, Qiu Na Ba Shixie could no longer endure it and suddenly let out a loud roar.

“Hum—”

Amidst the loud roar, the illusory image of Padmasambhava behind him suddenly dissipated, and then his figure rapidly retreated, landing ten feet away. Slowly standing up, he spat out another mouthful of blood, and his originally ruddy complexion had turned as pale as tin foil.

“Layman’s swordplay is divine, truly worthy of the name ‘Sword Immortal’. This round, this humble monk has lost.”

“It’s largely due to the Great Lama’s concession that I was able to win by chance.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Ye Qingfeng continued, “Since there’s a result, please, Great Lama, honor the wager.”

Qiu Na Ba Shixie did not go back on his word. He took out a thangka from his and handed it to Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng naturally did not doubt him and accepted the thangka.

Qiu Na Ba Shixie then said, “The kindness of yesteryear has been repaid today. This humble monk will henceforth have no more ties with the mundane world. I shall now return to Lingjiu Temple in the Great Snow Mountains and will never again set foot in the Central Plains in my lifetime. Farewell.”

Ye Qingfeng said, “May the Great Lama achieve perfect merit soon.”

Qiu Na Ba Shixie smiled faintly, nodded in, and drifted away.

He deeply believed that Ye Qingfeng would not break his word, which is why he left with such peace of mind.

And Ye Qingfeng also deeply believed that he would not cheat, so he did not open the thangka to verify.

After Qiu Na Ba Shixie left, Ye Qingfeng put away the thangka, sheathed his sword, and hurried towards the Grand Hall.

When he arrived at the Liuhe Pagoda, the fierce battle here was already nearing its end, and overall, the Ming Cult side had the advantage.

Although Zhao Min’s subordinates were filled with masters, the Six Great Sects had sent out their elite, with almost every sect having two or more grandmaster-level experts. How could Zhao Min’s subordinates possibly contend against them?

“Stop!”

Seeing that further fighting was meaningless, Ye Qingfeng flew onto the eaves of the Grand Hall and loudly ordered everyone to stop.

Zhao Min’s expression changed instantly when she saw Ye Qingfeng unharmed. She asked, “You, surnamed Ye, what did you do to my teacher?”

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