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The chosen candidates to descend the mountain were Song Yuanqiao, Zhang Songxi, and Yin Liting. They rented a boat from Wang Pan Mountain to head towards the estuary, inquiring about Zhang Cui Shan along the way. Interestingly, someone had indeed seen their boat pass by—mainly because Xie Xun's iconic Huang Mao was too eye-catching. Other factions, seeing Wudang's actions, followed suit and rented boats to go out to sea, but unfortunately, they still could not find Xie Xun and his companions; they only knew that they had gone north.
Half a year later, the six heroes of Wudang returned to Wudang Mountain. The sea was simply too vast to locate anyone. However, the people of Wudang felt relieved knowing that Zhang Cui Shan was still alive; they believed their fifth brother would return sooner or later.
Bai Tang had been at Wudang Mountain for nearly a year, and during this time, Tai Chi had emerged ahead of schedule.
"Zhang Zhenren, I would like to ask Yin Liu Xia to help me send a letter," Bai Tang suddenly proposed while playing chess with Zhang Sanfeng one day.
"Of course, but is it a family letter?" The people of Wudang had always been curious about Bai Tang's background; despite his young age, he possessed skills and experiences that surpassed even Zhang Sanfeng's. Out of politeness, they did not directly inquire.
"No, it is for the descendants of an old friend," Bai Tang replied. "Zhang Zhenren, have you heard of the tale 'After Zhongnan Mountain, Dead Man's Tomb'?"
"Naturally, I have heard of it. The great hero Yang Guo once guided me in martial arts," Zhang Sanfeng reminisced. "Is your old friend a descendant of Yang the Hero?"
"Indeed!" Bai Tang nodded with a smile. "Yang Guo and Dragon Girl lived in seclusion in the ancient tomb; their descendants rarely venture into the martial world. However, this generation has produced a Yang Xiao who enjoys roaming around."
"Yang Xiao? Is he not the Bright Left Envoy of Ming Jiao?" Zhang Sanfeng's brow furrowed slightly. He held a poor impression of Ming Jiao; despite the current peace and prosperity, Ming Jiao was stirring up rebellion, endangering countless innocent lives. How could Yang the Hero have such a descendant who could not distinguish right from wrong?
Bai Tang quickly defended Yang Xiao, as the two families were to become in-laws; he certainly did not want the people of Wudang to have a negative impression of Uncle Yang: "Yang Xiao has already distanced himself from Ming Jiao. He was initially led astray by Ming Jiao due to his youth and lack of experience when he first came out into the world. Now that he has gained more insight and understands that Ming Jiao is not a good sect, he has left. He is currently studying swordsmanship in another valley where Yang the Hero once resided."
"I see!" Zhang Sanfeng sighed in relief. "Are you asking Li Ting to deliver the letter to Yang Xiao?"
"No, I remembered that Yin Young Hero went to Zhongnan Mountain's ancient tomb to deliver a letter to Miss Yang Yuchang, Yang Xiao's sister, along with some items for her." Bai Tang explained. "Miss Yang has adhered to the Yang family's ancestral teachings and has lived in Zhongnan Mountain; she rarely leaves unless something significant occurs. She only has a maid and a few girls accompanying her, leading a rather dull life, so I want to send her some fun and delicious things."
"I understand now! Miss Yang is a descendant of Yang the Hero and has ties with our Wudang; I will ensure that Yuanqiao and the others take good care of her."
"Thank you, Zhang Zhenren."
Yin Liting brought letters and gifts to Zhongnan Mountain, which opened the door to his fate. In the original story, Yang Xiao stole his fiancée; in this life, Yin Liting married Yang Xiao's sister, which could be seen as a form of retribution.
Bai Tang took her leave from Wudang Mountain, intending to deliver the supplies she had collected to the base. However, after spending a few days at the base, she returned to Yi World. A decade had passed, and Zhang Wuji had gone back to the Central Plains with his parents. The curtain was officially raised, and how could Bai Tang miss out on the excitement?
At this point, the plot had progressed to various martial arts sects gathering at Wudang, pressing Zhang Cui Shan and his wife about the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber.
Inside Purple Cloud Palace, after the guests finished their meal, Firework Daoist began to clear the dishes. The battle of words officially commenced as Kunlun Sect's Xihuazi stood up and declared loudly, "We are straightforward people; let's speak openly. We have come up the mountain not only to celebrate Zhang Zhenren's birthday but also to inquire about that villain Xie Xun's whereabouts."
Mo Shenggu could no longer hold back and sneered, "Ah, I see now! No wonder!"
Xihuazi widened his eyes and asked, "What do you mean 'no wonder'?"
Mo Shenggu replied, "I heard that you all came to Wudang to celebrate your master’s birthday, but I found it strange that you were concealing weapons. Did you bring precious swords as gifts for your master? Only now do I understand that this is indeed what you consider a birthday gift."
Xihuazi clapped his hands and loosened his robe, shouting, "Mo Qixia, watch your words! Who among us is concealing weapons?"
Mo Shenggu coldly laughed and said, "Very well, indeed there are none." He extended two fingers and swiftly tugged at the belts of two individuals beside him. His movement was so quick that he tore their belts apart in an instant. With a clink-clank sound, two short blades fell to the ground, gleaming brightly.
At this moment, everyone’s expression changed dramatically. Xihuazi shouted loudly, "Indeed! If Zhang Wuxia refuses to reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts, then wielding swords will be inevitable."
Zhang Songxi was about to exclaim “Ah!” as a signal when suddenly a light laugh came from outside the door. A young woman's voice said, "How shameless! Clearly wanting to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber but using Xie Xun as an excuse—how disgraceful!"
Xihuazi was furious and shouted, "Who dares insult me? Come out!"
Zhang Sanfeng laughed and said, "So it's Bai Gu Niang who has arrived; let’s welcome her!" He personally stepped out of the main hall to greet the guest while all the heroes of Wudang followed behind him out of the door. They had already learned from Yang Yuchang about Bai Tang's "divine" identity.
Everyone present in the martial arts community was taken aback; even the Grandmaster Half-Immortal Zhang Sanfeng personally came to greet the visitor. Who could this person be with such a distinguished identity? The crowd curiously turned their attention to the entrance, inadvertently sidelining Xihuazi.
Zhang Sanfeng led his disciples out, and they saw Bai Tang joyfully leap over the heads of many—there were too many people coming to Wudang, and not everyone could enter the Purple Cloud Palace. Only those with notable status were qualified to enter, while most had to remain outside the palace. Bai Tang lightly landed in the open space, still holding onto a delicate child.
“Happy birthday to Zhang Zhenren! May your cypress trees remain evergreen, and may you still be so spirited when you celebrate your next hundredth birthday,” Bai Tang said with a smile.
“The next hundredth birthday? The old Daoist doesn’t have confidence in living that long,” Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, thinking Bai Tang was just flattering him.
Bai Tang replied, “I’ve seen your face; living another hundred years is not a problem.”
The Wudang crowd recalled Bai Tang's “immortal” status and finally believed it to be true, each one beaming with joy—except for the newly returned Zhang Wu couple, who were unaware of Bai Tang's “identity” and focused entirely on the child she was holding.
“Wuji!” Yin Susu rushed out and tightly embraced the child, who softly called out, “Mother!”
The beautiful sister hadn’t lied to him; she indeed brought him to meet his father and mother.
Zhang Cui Shan cared for his son as well but did not show excitement as overtly as Yin Susu. He clasped his fists towards Bai Tang and said, “Thank you, Bai Gu Niang, for bringing my son back.”
Bai Tang replied, “On my way, I encountered a Mongolian who was suspiciously holding a child. I sensed something was wrong and drove off the Mongolian to rescue the child. Upon inquiry, I learned he was Zhang Wuxia’s beloved son, so I brought him up the mountain with me.”
Mo Shenggu said angrily, “It’s another Mongolian scheme! These heroes of the martial world all think too highly of themselves but are being played around by the Mongolians; it’s embarrassing!”
His voice wasn’t low, and many in the square heard him, raising questions in their minds: They came for the Dragon-Slaying Saber; what did that have to do with the Mongolians?
As everyone entered the main hall, Song Yuanqiao arranged for Bai Tang to sit beside Zhang Sanfeng at the head seat, which caused discontent among many who felt that an unknown woman did not deserve such a position.
Bai Tang observed the expressions of the people in the hall and chuckled lightly, "On my way, I encountered three masters from Shaolin Temple: Kongwen, Kongzhi, and Emptiness. I fought with them and fortunately defeated all three. I also informed them about the origins of the Dragon-Slaying Saber and Cheng Kun's schemes. The three masters understood and decided not to pursue the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber any further; they have already taken their leave back to Shaolin."
Everyone in the hall gasped in shock. The three great monks from Shaolin were all highly skilled martial artists, yet they had been defeated by a young girl. How powerful must she be? No wonder she could stand shoulder to shoulder with "Old Immortal" Zhang Sanfeng! However, what did she mean by the origins of the Dragon-Slaying Saber? And who was Cheng Kun?
Xihuazi jumped out again, "What are the origins of the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"
Bai Tang glanced at Xihuazi, and her calm gaze nearly made Xihuazi's heart leap out of his chest. Ah, this girl's aura is even stronger than that of Master and Mistress!
"As for the origins of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, I know, but there are others who know even better than I do. For example, Extinction Master from Emei Sect."
"Don't slander my Master!" shouted Jing Xuan Shi Tai, the leader of Emei Sect.
Bai Tang smiled lightly, "I am not slandering your Master. Doesn't Emei Sect have the Leaning Sword that is on par with the Dragon-Slaying Saber? Haven't you disciples ever doubted that the origins of the Dragon-Slaying Saber and Leaning Sword might be the same?"
"This..." Jing Xuan Shi Tai was left speechless. The Leaning Sword was a token of their sect leader; as disciples, they naturally did not know its origins unless they ascended to the position of sect leader.
"Li Ting, the Dragon-Slaying Saber and Leaning Sword also have some connection to your family; you should know something about it?" Bai Tang pointed directly at him.
"Yes!" Yin Liting stepped forward. Now around twenty-five or twenty-six years old, he was no longer easily shy. He blushed and performed a respectful bow to everyone present, saying, "Everyone, what I know comes from my fiancée. My fiancée's surname is Yang; she is a descendant of the great hero Yang Guo from back in the day. The materials used to forge the Dragon-Slaying Saber and Leaning Sword were provided by her ancestors!"
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