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In the world of martial arts, although Zhang Wuyou possessed the highest level of skill, the Nine Yang Nine Yin technique, despite being an unparalleled martial art, could not be mastered unless the two were combined, harmonizing yin and yang to break through the barrier between the past and the present. The foremost martial artist, Zhang Sanfeng, had already touched upon that barrier but had yet to break through it. However, it was certain that Zhang Zhenren would eventually ascend; otherwise, he wouldn't have lived for over two hundred years.
Song Qingyun had now reached the peak of the latter stage, with a realm equal to Zhang Sanfeng's. His Inner Power surpassed Zhang Wuyou's by two minutes, and in terms of techniques, he completely defeated Zhang Wuyou. It should be noted that Zhang Wuyou relied solely on his profound inner strength and a technique called The Great Shift of Heaven and Earth to defeat others; in reality, his skills in both unarmed combat and weaponry were quite superficial. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been an incident where Zhang Sanfeng taught his martial arts in front of enemies like Zhao Meng.
After solidifying his realm, Song Qingyun emerged from his secluded training only to find all the Wudang disciples wearing anxious and fearful expressions. He immediately grabbed one disciple and asked, "Gentle Breeze, why aren't you attending to Third Uncle? What happened? Why do you all look like this?"
Seeing Song Qingyun as a pillar of support, Gentle Breeze clutched his sleeve and said, "Azure Wind Antelope Shishu, some bad people have come knocking. Grandmaster fell for their trick and got injured. They want to destroy our Wudang."
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyun's brows furrowed in anger. "How dare they! I want to see who has the audacity to wreak havoc in our Wudang. Gentle Breeze, come with me to Purple Cloud Palace."
"Well..." Gentle Breeze hesitated.
"What’s wrong?" Song Qingyun did not think Gentle Breeze was afraid for his life or unwilling to face danger. They had grown up together and he knew that Gentle Breeze would never abandon their sect in times of crisis.
Gentle Breeze realized that since the enemy had already arrived, there was no longer a need to cover for Zhang Wuyou. He said, "Uncle Wuji has returned and switched identities with me. I originally wanted to surprise Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster, but unfortunately, the enemy arrived first."
"Zhang Wuyou is back?" Song Qingyun was momentarily surprised. Now that he had grown up, he no longer felt jealousy towards Zhang Wuyou for vying for the attention of their elders as he did in childhood. After years of focusing on martial arts, he had almost forgotten about Zhang Wuyou. Hearing that name again only surprised him that he was still alive; he regarded him as a stranger whose name he had merely heard.
"Yes, Uncle Wuji not only returned alive but also mastered powerful martial arts," Gentle Breeze replied. He didn't know how high Zhang Wuyou's skills were, but being able to infiltrate Wudang unnoticed and suddenly appear before them indicated extraordinary abilities.
Song Qingyun scoffed at this. Could Zhang Wuyou really be stronger than him? He believed that now with his own skills fully developed, it was time to show off a bit in front of him so that he would know who was superior.
"Zhang Zhenren, if you don't want to fight today, just say the word and we won't force you. The Wudang Sect only needs to concede; do you really think we will take your life?"
As Song Qingyun stepped outside the hall, he overheard such arrogant words and felt furious. He coldly snorted, "What kind of rabble dares to speak so wildly in my Wudang?"
With a leap, he landed firmly before Zhang Sanfeng. After bowing respectfully to him at Genyu Shantai, he turned to A San and others with disdain. "You think you can take on my Grandmaster? Let me show you what I've got."
A San sneered back, "Kid, if you're looking for death, I'll gladly oblige."
"Azure Wind Antelope, no!" Zhang Sanfeng hurriedly intervened. He had witnessed A San's strength before and feared that even Song Manlou might not be A San's match—let alone Song Qingyun. He didn't want his disciple to recklessly walk into danger.
Song Qingyun turned around to support Zhang Sanfeng back into his chair and reassured him, "Grandmaster, don't worry; your disciple knows what he's doing and will definitely uphold Wudang's reputation." As he spoke, a robust flow of Wuxiang Gong entered Zhang Sanfeng's body through his palm to aid in healing his injuries.
Zhang Sanfeng felt a powerful force flowing from Song Qingyun's palm—steady and continuous—endless and boundless. Startled by this sensation, he focused on Song Qingyun's face and noticed that while there was no brilliance in his gaze, there was an underlying warmth that suggested his Inner Power had reached an extraordinary level. In all his life encounters with people of such caliber—only Master Jueyuan and Guo Jing came to mind—he realized there were very few who could reach this level. Aside from himself among contemporary masters, he couldn't think of anyone else who could achieve such a state. He couldn't help but be astonished: when did Azure Wind Antelope attain such mastery?
"You..."
Song Qingyun smiled lightly at Zhang Sanfeng. Zhang Sanfeng immediately felt relieved; no matter where the Azure Wind Antelope had learned such extraordinary Inner Power, it was a good thing. Moreover, he had sensed that the inner strength was authentic Taoist practice, not the evil arts, so he could rest assured.
"Good child, you must learn from this benefactor's external martial arts; that is also good, but you must focus your mind."
Song Qingyun nodded in agreement and stepped forward to A San. "Make your move."
A San, seeing that Zhang Sanfeng had actually sent his disciple Song Qingyun to battle, felt utterly disdained and furious. "You’re seeking death!" He stepped forward fiercely and threw a punch at Song Qingyun's chest. The move was as swift as lightning; halfway through, his left fist followed up even faster, striking at Song Qingyun's face with an unusual and rare technique.
Song Qingyun smiled disdainfully and casually raised a hand, effortlessly neutralizing A San's attack.
Everyone in the hall was stunned.
Yu Shantai was both surprised and delighted. "The Azure Wind Antelope's martial arts are surprisingly strong; it must not be inferior to his master. But why has he never revealed it before? Ah, he must have been afraid of embarrassing his senior brother, thinking he couldn't compare to his son, which is why he kept his skills hidden."
Zhang Wuyou was equally astonished. "I didn't expect Song Shixiong to be so skilled; he might even surpass me. Even if I hadn't arrived in time, Song Shixiong could have resolved this crisis."
The members of the demonic sect were more shocked than pleased. Zhang Wuyou had already become the unspoken number one in the martial world due to his skills and age, greatly enhancing the sect's reputation; now suddenly a Song Qingyun emerged, overshadowing Zhang Wuyou, which could be detrimental to the demonic sect.
Zhao Meng's faction was filled with mixed feelings of shock and anger. She had thought capturing Wudang would be easy, but first the demonic sect caused chaos, and now Wudang had produced such a young master, ruining all her plans.
As everyone pondered these thoughts, A San and Song Qingyun had exchanged many blows, and A San finally revealed his ultimate move: the Shaolin Great Strength Diamond Finger, which Yu Shantai recognized.
Song Qingyun knew that A San was the one who had crippled his Shishu and was filled with rage; he intended to kill him but heard Zhang Wuyou jump out uncontrollably. "A San, hand over the Bone Setting Powder."
Song Qingyun hesitated; instead of killing A San, he merely broke his limbs. He turned to Zhang Wuyou and asked, "Zhang Wuyou, is your Bone Setting Powder capable of healing Third Shibo?"
Upon hearing Zhang Wuyou’s name, everyone in the hall reacted differently. The members of the demonic sect were pleased that their leader had arrived; Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Shantai were astonished and asked, "Azure Wind Antelope, you’ve returned without worries? Where have you been?"
With his identity exposed, Zhang Wuyou no longer concealed it. He wiped the black ash from his face with his sleeve and bowed deeply to Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Shantai. "Child Zhang Wuyou pays respects to Grandmaster and Third Shibo. This matter arose suddenly; I did not have time to report it properly. Please forgive me for my deception."
Zhang Sanfeng and Yu Shantai were filled with joy; they were only happy that the sickly child from years ago had returned safe and sound. They would never hold a grudge against him. Zhang Sanfeng personally helped Zhang Wuyou up. "Good child, it's just good that you're back."
Zhao Meng saw Zhang Wuyou and was reminded of what he had done to her in the secret chamber of Green Willow Villa. Embarrassed and angry, she said, "A Da, A Er, teach that Zhang Wuyou a lesson."
"Yes," A Da and A Er replied in unison as they stepped forward.
Just as Zhang Wuyou was about to confront them, Song Qingyun blocked his way. "These people are causing trouble in my Wudang. As the host, it's my responsibility to deal with them. You and the guests from the Demon Sect can sit aside and enjoy your tea while I handle these unruly guests."
Hearing this from Song Qingyun only fueled Zhao Meng's anger. She had no romantic feelings for him, despite his handsome looks that rivaled even Zhang Wuyou's, and she had long since set her sights on Zhang Wuyou. Therefore, she showed no mercy towards Song Qingyun: "A Da, A Er, they are asking for death themselves. Don't hold back; kill him."
Song Qingyun scoffed coldly. "Kill me? Just the two of you? Come at me together; I want to see who kills whom."
A Da and A Er exchanged glances and attacked Song Qingyun together. However, despite being top-tier experts, they were no match for Song Qingyun's Great Accomplishment of Divine Skills and were quickly rendered powerless.
Zhao Meng was both furious and frustrated but realized that her plans had completely failed. Gritting her teeth, she ordered, "Retreat."
Zhang Wuyou shouted, "Wait! If you don't leave behind the Bone Setting Powder, you won't be able to leave Wudang Mountain." He leaped forward, reaching for Zhao Meng's shoulder.
Just as his hand was about to touch her shoulder, he suddenly felt two silent gusts of wind strike from either side—attacks from the Xuanming Elders. Zhang Wuyou was forced back by their combined strength and fell backward. Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao were alarmed and rushed to help him. The Xuanming Elders struck again with a palm attack; Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao staggered back several steps, feeling a surge of blood rise in their chests and a bone-chilling coldness.
The Xuanming Elder swayed slightly as he sneered at the Deer Staff Guest. "The Demon Sect has quite a reputation, but it seems to be nothing more than this!" He turned to protect his lady but found that Zhao Meng had already fallen into Song Qingyun's grasp.
Song Qingyun held Zhao Meng as if she were a chicken, causing her immense shame and anger. "Song Qingyun, let me go!"
Song Qingyun snorted coldly. "Unless you hand over the Bone Setting Powder, you won't be leaving Wudang."
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