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"Celestial Martial Arts Master."

At this moment, there was only one place left where Dark Force hadn't yet struck an acupoint, and the meridians and acupoints in the crotch area were not nearly as complex as those in the head.

Wang Longhu conquered the most difficult part first, and the rest wouldn't be as challenging.

It's fair to say that Wang Longhu already had one foot in the door of Huajin, just a step away from full mastery.

"Your talent is the highest I have ever seen. Even our Wudang ancestors didn't achieve as much at your age. Truly... the youth are formidable." Celestial Martial Arts Master sighed.

Wang Longhu figured that his words were still restrained, as he had to maintain some respect for Wudang's ancestors and couldn't publicly say that a young man surpassed their growth speed.

Wang Longhu himself understood well that since he had these abilities, if someone could surpass him in martial training, he should find a stone to bash his own head in.

Being compared to Wudang's ancestors by Celestial Martial Arts Master was already a great compliment.

"Master, thank you and Xuanzhen Master for teaching me the Golden Toad Skill. I've been in Wudang these days and almost fully comprehended it. I believe I'll soon make further progress." Wang Longhu gratefully clasped his fists in thanks.

"Good, good, good! I never thought in my lifetime I'd witness the birth of a new Huajin Grandmaster. This is truly exciting." Celestial Martial Arts Master beamed with joy, clearly delighted.

"However, I've personally encountered some trouble and fear that staying here in Zhenwu Temple might bring disaster to you and Changfeng, so I must bid farewell to you today."

Celestial Martial Arts Master asked meaningfully, "Must you leave? Although Wudang has declined, it still holds some prestige."

"I'm not truly a disciple of Wudang. Some troubles I can handle myself, so it's best not to get this place involved. Such a noble mountain and temple should not be defiled by such trash." Wang Longhu said calmly.

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't say more. Stay safe, take care of yourself." Celestial Martial Arts Master sighed, looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

Since ancient times, wherever there are martial artists, there is conflict, and conflict represents killing and casualties.

In olden times, the world of martial artists was called 'The Martial World,' where both rogues and government experts belonged.

Now, the Martial World still exists; it hasn't disappeared but shifted to the more chaotic overseas.

Although he didn't know who injured Wang Longhu that night, it was likely linked to the overseas martial artist factions.

A young talent about to reach Huajin level, Celestial Martial Arts Master didn't believe he'd have no enemies in this world.

Therefore, he understood this was Wang Longhu's vendetta. To repay kindness or to settle scores, the rules of the Martial World have always been this way; Wudang can't protect Wang Longhu forever.

Moreover, Wudang can't openly choose to protect Wang Longhu because he wasn't raised in Wudang, and is neither named nor titled there.

Though Wudang invited Wang Longhu to participate in a disciples' exchange as a Wudang disciple, the fact is that Wang Longhu personally killed Ohta Ichiro.

On the surface, Wudang suppressed the impact of this incident, ensuring Wang Longhu wouldn't face overt trouble from Japan Island, which was the most Wudang could do.

But secretly, Japan Island wouldn't swallow this grudge and might engage in underhanded acts, which Wudang couldn't stop.

"If you encounter trouble in the future, Celestial Martial Arts Master, you can go to President Zheng of Zhong Jun Hall and have him notify me. As long as it's within my ability, I can help solve it."

After speaking, Wang Longhu returned to fetch his clothes and backpack and left Zhenwu Temple without hesitation.

Staying any longer might endanger the lives of Celestial Martial Arts Master and Changfeng. Distancing himself from Wudang is best for everyone.

Wang Longhu didn't care about Japan Island issuing a bounty on him and sending assassins after his life after killing Ohta Ichiro, nor did he mind Wudang not helping.

As a martial artist nearing Huajin, Wang Longhu truly didn't bind importance to that sentiment.

In the whole world, unless Japan Island sends a Huajin Grandmaster, the enemies Wang Longhu can handle don't need Wudang's intervention.

And if it's an opponent even Wang Longhu can't handle, then Wudang's help wouldn't matter.

"Master, do you think those Japan Islanders are behind the scenes, doing these stealthy deeds, after all, Longhu killed that heir of the Treasure House?"

Watching Wang Longhu's departing figure, Changfeng couldn't help but whisper.

"Whether it's the Japan Islanders, I can't say for sure, but the one who injured him that night was certainly an overseas martial artist. After checking Wang Longhu's wounds, they weren't from traditional martial arts here but inflicted by Inner Power, which is nearly extinct in our domestic martial arts, so it's unlikely to be a local martial artist." Celestial Martial Arts Master replied.

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Huajin, a level conferred by internal martial artists as the pinnacle of martial arts mastery.

Some might be fortunate to witness Dark Force martial artists in action, but most people can hardly ever personally see the power of a Huajin Grandmaster in their lifetime.

Walking down the mountain path, Wang Longhu's Dark Force circulated throughout his body, surging through every meridian.

When he used to read martial arts novels, Wang Longhu didn't understand why if the villain destroyed the protagonist's meridians, the protagonist would lose all martial arts and become disabled.

Now that he'd practiced martial arts himself, Wang Longhu grasped the mystery of it.

Whether Dark Force martial artist or Huajin Grandmaster, they relied on the circulating Dark Force in their bodies to unleash extraordinary strength.

Once the meridians are destroyed, a person can hardly retrain in Dark Force in this lifetime, and without meridians' support, their strength would be less than an ordinary person, truly like being crippled.

As Wang Longhu descended the mountain, his posture seemed casual, as if walking, yet each step spanned three to four meters.

Just as his toes touched the ground, he was already leaping, appearing to be walking on air, like a deity riding clouds, soaring through mist and fog.

If Wang Longhu hadn't chosen an unfrequented mountain path, away from tourist trails, anyone witnessing such a display would be greatly startled.

Before long, Wang Longhu arrived at the foothills of Wudang Mountain, where there was a Wudang villa designated for tourists to rest when ascending or descending the mountain.

Wang Longhu passed by here on his way up the mountain when this place was lively with many middle-aged and elderly tourists stopping for photos and sightseeing.

But today, for some reason, this villa at the foothill was unusually silent.

There weren't even sounds of insects or birds, nor a single tourist in sight.

Wang Longhu's muscles instantly tensed, and in that moment, he felt as if invisible needles were pressing against his body.

His hair stood on end, and his pores contracted instantly.

Having long passed the beginners' phase in martial arts, Wang Longhu knew this feeling was killing intent, sensing someone quietly watching him from the shadows.

"These Japanese are truly crazy, daring to target me openly in broad daylight at Wudang Mountain," Wang Longhu thought in surprise.

Though unsure how they managed to clear this mountain section of tourists, it showed the power of their influence.

"Do they really think I'm an easy target?" Wang Longhu clenched his fists, heading straight for the villa.

As soon as he took his first step through the gate, a faint cool breeze instantly struck, aimed directly at the back of Wang Longhu's head.

In a flash, Wang Longhu spun and struck it head-on with his palm.