Ask Wudang Chapter 127

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Ye Qingfeng continued, “Before I came here, I heard people say that Quanzhen Sect is the orthodox Xuanmen sect, the number one great sect in the world. Seeing it today, I am very disappointed. The entire Quanzhen Sect, from top to bottom, is arrogant and overbearing. Not only do they treat Mount Zhongnan as their private territory, but they also constantly threaten to kill people, no different from bandits who occupy mountains.”

“You…waa…”

Hearing this again, how could Hao Datong still bear it? Unexpectedly, as soon as he spoke, it agitated his qi, and he finally couldn’t suppress the qi and blood in his body, which then caused him to spew out a mouthful of blood. Although his injuries were more severe after spitting out the foul blood, his qi flow became much smoother. Immediately, he asked in a sorrowful and indignant tone, “Dog thief, don’t talk nonsense.”

“Nonsense?”

Ye Qingfeng shook his head slightly, a look of disappointment on his face, “Forget it, I won’t waste any more words with you, old Daoist. Anyway, no matter how much I say, you won’t listen, because you’ve always been accustomed to being self-righteous.”

Ye Qingfeng was truly disappointed with the Quanzhen Sect.

The reason for his disappointment was that these Daoists of the Quanzhen Sect were truly too disappointing. In a sense, the Wudang Sect could also be considered a branch of the Quanzhen lineage. Considering this connection, Ye Qingfeng had not dealt a fatal blow along the way.

Both were orthodox Xuanmen sects, but compared to the Wudang Sect of later generations, this Quanzhen Sect was truly worthless.

Wang Chongyang was the number one master in the world at that time and founded the Quanzhen Sect. Zhang Sanfeng was the number one master in the world in later generations and founded the Wudang Sect. Wang Chongyang took seven disciples, who became the Quanzhen Seven Sons. Zhang Sanfeng also took seven disciples, who became the Wudang Seven Heroes. Of course, this doesn’t count the monstrous Ye Qingfeng. When Wang Chongyang was alive, the Quanzhen Sect shook the world and became the leading authority in the martial arts world. When Zhang Sanfeng was alive, the Wudang Sect also shook the world and became the leading authority in the martial arts world. However, ever since Wang Chongyang ascended, everything slowly changed.

Among Wang Chongyang’s disciples, only the Quanzhen Seven Sons were somewhat presentable, while the third generation disciples were completely a mess. A treacherous Zhao Zhijing who betrayed his master and ancestors, and a lustful Yin Zhiping who never gave up his desires, simply disgraced Wang Chongyang completely. Looking at Zhang Sanfeng’s disciples, there were eight outstanding talents. Even if we don’t mention the monstrous Ye Qingfeng, the Wudang Seven Heroes could definitely suppress the Quanzhen Seven Sons. As for the Wudang third generation, there’s no need to mention them; compared to the Quanzhen third generation, they were countless times stronger. Furthermore, regarding the sect’s inheritance, the Quanzhen Sect gradually declined starting from the third generation and eventually disappeared, while the Wudang Sect continued to be passed down through later generations, firmly holding its position as the leading authority in the martial arts world.

In short, once Wang Chongyang died, the Quanzhen Sect was nothing. Even if Zhang Sanfeng ascended, the Wudang Sect would still be the leading authority. The most infuriating thing was that the Quanzhen Sect, from top to bottom, had no awareness of their current situation and still relied on Wang Chongyang’s past glory, being arrogant and feeling good about themselves. They didn’t strive themselves but relied on the prestige of their predecessors to throw their weight around, which was Ye Qingfeng’s greatest disappointment with the Quanzhen Sect.

Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s disappointed expression and hearing his words of disappointment, Hao Datong only felt that he was showing off his might and despising and ridiculing the Quanzhen Sect. At that moment, Hao Datong could no longer hold back and shouted, “Brat, I’ll fight you to the death!”

As his voice fell, he completely disregarded his own injuries and fiercely attacked Ye Qingfeng.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t even look, casually raising his hand and flicking, directly sending him flying out.

“Old Daoist, you weren’t my match even when you were perfectly fine. Now that you’re heavily injured, why bother bringing disgrace upon yourself again?”

“Even if I die today, I will never allow you to insult my Quanzhen Sect.”

Hao Datong roared again, then with a surge of true qi, he stomped his foot and darted forward. His left palm struck right, and his right palm struck left, with continuous strikes from both palms, aiming directly at Ye Qingfeng’s upper body. His palm strikes were fierce and powerful, astonishing in their might, completely contrary to the Daoist philosophy of using softness to overcome hardness. This was the Quanzhen Sect’s most profound ultimate technique, the Three Flowers Gathering.

“Good!”

Seeing this palm technique, Ye Qing couldn’t help but his eyes light up.

Then, he saw him flip his wrist and lightly strike out a palm, which was a palm style from Wudang Cotton Palm.

“Bang!”

The two palms met, their forces clashed, and their momentum collided, instantly erupting in a muffled sound. A violent gust of qi rapidly spread out, causing the bluestone ground within a three-zhang radius around the two to be lifted up, and dust flew everywhere, making one’s heart pound with fear.

After only a moment of stalemate, Hao Datong was sent flying backward again, like a kite with a broken string.

Clearly, he had lost again, and lost miserably.

This outcome was already decided, with almost no suspense. As Ye Qingfeng said, even in a perfectly fine state, Hao Datong was far from his match, let alone in an injured state.

“Martial Uncle!”

Seeing Hao Datong being sent flying again, Li Zhichang quickly rushed over and helped him sit up halfway.

After this palm strike, Hao Datong’s injuries were even more severe; he was already on his last breath.

“Cough, cough!”

Hao Datong coughed out two mouthfuls of foul blood and still tried to force himself to stand up, but unfortunately, he had no more strength.

Ye Qingfeng was completely unfazed, sneering, “You old Daoist, you’ve lost two battles in a row, and you still have no self-awareness. If I were you, I would have already slit my throat with my sword. How could I have the face to live in this world?”

Upon hearing this, Hao Datong’s expression dimmed, then his eyes sharpened. He suddenly snatched Li Zhichang’s sword and aimed it at his neck. This sudden turn of events was so abrupt that even Li Zhichang, who was close by, didn’t react in time.

“Whoosh!”

It was said that it was too late, but it was too fast. Just as Hao Datong was about to die on the spot, a hidden weapon suddenly broke through the air with swift and powerful force, hitting the long sword in his hand squarely and knocking it to the ground.

Immediately after, a deep, resonant voice was heard: “Junior Brother Hao, why would you do such a foolish thing?”

Before the voice faded, five dark figures flashed into view one after another.

The five were all dressed in dark Daoist robes, holding white silk whisks, and each carried a long sword on their back. One of them was a woman. These five, led by Ma Yu, the head of the Quanzhen Sect, followed by Qiu Chuji, Wang Chuyi, Liu Chuxuan, and Sun Buer.

The person who had just stopped Hao Datong from committing suicide was Changchun Zi Qiu Chuji.

Seeing his martial brothers return, Hao Datong looked ashamed and said, “Sect Leader Senior Brother, all Senior Brothers, this junior is incompetent and failed to protect the sect well. I should die for the sect to preserve its reputation.”

“Nonsense!”

Qiu Chuji cursed, “If you lose a fight, you die? Then I, Qiu Chuji, even if I had ten or eight heads, it wouldn’t be enough to chop off.”

Ma Yu then said, “Victory and defeat are common in warfare, Junior Brother Hao, there’s no need for this. Didn’t we martial brothers also suffer a humiliating defeat when we went to Shanxi this time? If we were like you, committing suicide over a small setback, then how could we talk about glorifying the Quanzhen Sect?”

Hao Datong was immediately startled and quickly asked, “What? Were there any casualties?”

Ma Yu said, “This is a long story, we’ll talk about it later.”

It turned out that after Li Mochou committed several major cases in Jiangnan, in order to avoid Guo Jing and his wife, she traveled north all the way to Shanxi. When she reached the Jinbei area, she injured several heroes again, finally stirring up public outrage. Therefore, the local martial arts leader widely distributed hero invitations, inviting martial arts comrades to attack her collectively. The Quanzhen Sect also received the invitation, and due to Lin Chaoying’s connection with Wang Chongyang, the Quanzhen Sect naturally could not stand idly by. After some discussion, the Quanzhen disciples decided to leave Hao Datong to guard Chongyang Palace, while the other five disciples went to Shanxi together to mediate the feud between the two sides as intermediaries, on one hand, to give Li Mochou a chance to reform, and on the other hand, to quell this martial arts dispute.

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