Ask Wudang Chapter 103

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“Yes, Martial Uncle.”

Li Tianmu and Yao Shimen responded. Both of them were the elites among the third-generation Wudang disciples. Li Tianmu was Song Yuanqiao’s disciple, and Yao Shimen was Yu Lianzhou’s disciple. Both were a generation older than Song Qingshu, and their internal energy was also superior to Song Qingshu’s. Since Song Qingshu could defeat the Beggar Gang’s Chief of the Rod, they naturally had no problem facing other elders of the Beggar Gang.

And the ones who accepted the challenge from the Beggar Gang were the Elder of Transmission and the Chief of the Bowl.

The four exchanged a “Please” and, without further ado, began to test each other’s moves. A moment later, they split into two pairs.

Li Tianmu faced the Elder of Transmission, while Yao Shimen faced the Chief of the Bowl.

The Elder of Transmission was the Beggar Gang’s top master. Facing Li Tianmu, he dared not hold back and directly used the Dragon Subduing Palms.

Li Tianmu naturally dared not underestimate him and used his sect’s Eight Trigrams Swimming Dragon Palms to counter.

The Elder of Transmission and Li Tianmu had similar internal energy, but Li Tianmu’s kung fu lay in its elegance and agility, while the Elder of Transmission’s kung fu lay in its steadiness and ruthlessness. When the Elder of Transmission struck with a palm, dust flew up, and there was a faint sound of a dragon’s roar. After exchanging one palm with him, Li Tianmu dared not take another direct hit. He moved like a butterfly flitting through flowers, dancing swiftly and lightly in the arena, his body agile and quick, elusive and graceful to behold. In comparison, although his palm force was not as awe-inspiring as the Elder of Transmission’s, he was by no means at a disadvantage.

The battle between Yao Shimen and the Chief of the Bowl was different. Both held long swords and attacked each other fiercely. The Chief of the Bowl’s swordplay was a secret transmission of the Beggar Gang, while Yao Shimen used a direct lineage swordplay of Wudang. The Chief of the Bowl’s swordplay was identical to Fang Dongbai’s, known as “Eight-Armed Divine Sword,” both being the Great Sumeru Sword Style. Yao Shimen’s swordplay, on the other hand, was created by Ye Qingfeng, called the Taiyi Profound Gate Sword.

After the four fought for dozens of moves, Li Tianmu and the Elder of Transmission fought slower and slower.

The Elder of Transmission had not fully learned the Dragon Subduing Palms, only knowing twelve of them. When he first fought Li Tianmu, he mixed other palm techniques with the Dragon Subduing Palms, but now he had abandoned them, striking out palm after palm, each move being from the Dragon Subduing Palms. As the fight intensified, he “clapped, clapped, clapped” three consecutive palms. After these three palms, his internal energy couldn’t quite keep up, and he panted heavily, white steam rising from his head, clearly indicating some exhaustion. Looking at Li Tianmu, he still had energy to spare, his advances, retreats, and evasions as agile as at the start.

However, Yao Shimen and the Chief of the Bowl fought faster and faster. Their two long swords were as fast as lightning, striking at each other’s vital points, yet their swords never clashed. They always changed moves mid-air, and the long swords made “hissing” sounds as they cut through the wind, their sword light flashing continuously.

Seeing such martial arts from both sides, the spectators couldn’t help but cheer loudly, and the atmosphere was very high.

After fighting for a moment longer, the Elder of Transmission suddenly let out a loud cry, his face turning purplish and appearing as if blood would drip from it, and his palms struck out like a violent storm.

Li Tianmu dared not take the hit head-on, twisting and turning, trying his best to dodge, but the last palm was unavoidable, so he had to strike out to meet it.

“Pop!”

With a muffled thud, Li Tianmu’s body was thrown high into the air, gliding for about a zhang before finally landing.

Seeing this, the Beggar Gang members cheered.

After landing, Li Tianmu took a deep breath and said, “The Elder of Transmission truly lives up to his reputation. This set of palm techniques must be the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, it is truly brilliant. This Li’s martial arts are not refined enough…”

He was a straightforward person. Since he had been sent flying by the opponent, he was about to admit defeat.

Just then, the Elder of Transmission gasped for a few breaths, then “wah” vomited a mouthful of blood. His body could no longer stand steadily, and he fell backward, spitting blood continuously even as he fell.

It turned out that the Elder of Transmission, being competitive, had exerted himself to strike out with the Dragon Subduing Palms during his fight with Li Tianmu. However, he had not fully learned the Dragon Subduing Palms, and his internal energy was insufficient. Normally, striking ten palms was his limit, but now he had struck continuously, dozens of palms. As a result, his internal energy backfired, damaging his internal organs, and he would most likely not survive.

At the same time, the duel between Yao Shimen and the Chief of the Bowl also reached a critical moment.

Suddenly, a long cry was heard, and both figures stopped. Looking closely, one saw that Yao Shimen’s long sword was already pointed at the Chief of the Bowl’s throat, while the Chief of the Bowl’s long sword was still raised in mid-air and had not struck down.

Yao Shimen immediately withdrew his sword into its sheath, cupped his hands, and said, “Thank you for the concession.”

Then, he walked up to Ye Qingfeng, bowed, and said, “Martial Uncle, your disciple did not fail you.”

Ye Qingfeng praised, “Not bad, Shimen. You have grasped the essence of this sword art of mine.”

Yao Shimen was overjoyed to hear this, truly a word of praise was better than a grand robe, and humbly replied, “Martial Uncle overpraises me.”

Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, “No need to be modest. Let’s see what the Beggar Gang says.”

The Elder of Transmission had overexerted himself, injuring his internal organs, and was already in a certain death situation. The Beggar Gang members, seeing him continuously spitting blood and gradually falling unconscious, were heartbroken, and some disciples cried loudly.

Ye Qingfeng remained unmoved by this. The words of the Elder of Law earlier were apt: “Jianghu disciples grow old in the jianghu.” Since they were in the jianghu, who didn’t have a few lives on their hands? This day would come sooner or later.

Dying peacefully in old age was not as good as dying heroically in battle. Those who ventured into the jianghu must have the awareness of doing so.

It was Li Tianmu, being a straightforward person, who greatly admired figures like the Elder of Transmission who fought to the death. He then cupped his hands towards the Elder of Law, whose face was ashen, and said, “Elder Zhao is a true man. This round against him, I concede defeat.”

The Elder of Law said, “A true man speaks first. Losing is losing, winning is winning. There’s no need for your esteemed self to concede.” Then, he turned to instruct the seven-bag disciple beside him, “Mingcheng, go invite Zhang Wuxia and his wife here.”

“Yes, Master.”

The seven-bag disciple responded and then left to carry out the order.

The Elder of Law then looked at Ye Qingfeng and said, “Eight Hero Ye, since our Beggar Gang has lost, we naturally have no face to force Zhang Wuxia and his wife to stay. As for Chen Youliang, this person has already escaped. Our gang will definitely exert all efforts to capture him and hand him over to your esteemed sect for disposal once caught.”

Ye Qingfeng nodded, “Although the Beggar Gang has declined, it still has some integrity.”

Taking advantage of this moment, the beggars carried the Elder of Transmission’s body away.

Not long after, the seven-bag disciple brought two people into the hall, who were none other than Zhang Cuishan and his wife.

At this moment, Zhang Cuishan and his wife’s complexions were still very poor, clearly indicating that there were still residual toxins in their bodies. The reason for this was Chen Youliang’s deliberate actions. Chen Youliang was cunning; a dead Zhang Cuishan and his wife were useless to him, but a living Zhang Cuishan and his wife were much more useful. Therefore, after using Zhang Cuishan and his wife to assassinate Zhang Wuji, he gradually reduced the potency of the Five Poisons Lost Heart Powder in their bodies, keeping them alive but unable to resist.

Upon seeing Ye Qingfeng, Zhang Cuishan and his wife were instantly both surprised and delighted, and their previously grim expressions regained some color.

Zhang Cuishan said, “Eighth Brother, you have saved my wife and me again.”

Yin Susu was more concerned about her son’s condition and asked, “Eighth Brother, is Wuji alright?”

Ye Qingfeng took out the antidote he had prepared beforehand and handed it to the couple, saying, “Fifth Brother, Fifth Sister-in-law, Nephew Wuji is fine now. You two should first take the antidote and clear the remaining toxins from your bodies.”

The couple said no more, immediately took the antidote, sat cross-legged on the spot, and began to circulate their internal energy to regulate their bodies.

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