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"He's leaving just like that?"

Watching Wang Longhu's retreating figure, Celestial Martial Arts Taoist asked.

"If he stays at Wudang, what more can we offer him?" Tianfu replied calmly.

"But Senior Brother, you said he's extraordinarily talented. Why not let him have a look at what our venerable founder left behind? Maybe he could gain some inspiration from it," Celestial Martial Arts wondered aloud.

When it comes to Wudang, its profound heritage needs no extra words since its founder is Zhang Sanfeng.

And what kind of person was Zhang Sanfeng? A martial arts genius of legendary status.

According to legends, he was born at the end of the Song dynasty, early Yuan dynasty, and in the tenth year of Ming Yongle, he built a temple in Wudang and was invited by the Ming Emperor, but he never went.

A legendary figure rumored to live for centuries, the documents he left behind are certainly priceless, worth more than gold if shared.

Facing Celestial Martial Arts' doubt, Tianfu shrugged indifferently: "How do you know Wang Longhu won't discover something better than our venerable founder?

Geniuses like him have to carve their own paths bit by bit. Perhaps taking the path of predecessors might get them up the mountain faster,

But it also stifles their ability to think and comprehend. Once they reach the same level as the founder, climbing higher becomes as hard as ascending to the heavens,

Besides, there's no clear record that our venerable founder mastered the ultimate step. How do you know his path is the correct one? Letting Wang Longhu see more might not be beneficial."

"You have a point," Celestial Martial Arts scratched his nose thoughtfully.

...

Min Province, Zheng family factory.

A figure strode towards the factory gate. When the security guard saw this familiar figure, he excitedly leaned out from the security room window and happily exclaimed, "Brother Hu, you're back!"

Ever since the factory was attacked last time, Wang Longhu's reputation had spread throughout the factory; everyone knew him.

His sudden return was, of course, unexpected.

"Ah Bing, has Fifth Master visited the factory recently?" Wang Longhu asked with a smile, tossing an unopened pack of cigarettes.

"Haven't seen him. Fifth Master is always elusive, here today gone tomorrow. Brother Hu, why are you back so soon this time? Did you finish your business?" The guard caught the cigarettes and asked happily.

Although what Wang Longhu tossed wasn't an expensive pack of cigarettes, the value of some gifts isn't in their price but in who gives them.

Smoking the cigarettes Wang Longhu gave had a certain prestige, unmatched by even a pack of Yellow Crane Tower 1916.

"I see, alright. Well, can you help me send a package?"

Wang Longhu nodded and then reached into his backpack to fetch a few items.

Having interacted many times with Wang Longhu on his morning exercises, the security guard was more than familiar with him.

When Ah Bing saw what Wang Longhu took out, he immediately recognized it as the disassembled large rifle Wang Longhu always carried.

At that time, Ah Bing saw Wang Longhu heading out with this big rifle in the early morning every day, leaving a strong impression.

"Brother Hu, are you going to...?"

Back when Wang Longhu lived at his grandmother's, he would often have Hong Wentai deliver supplies to the mountain, so Wang Longhu remembered the address of the supermarket Hong Wentai ran quite well.

"I'll give you an address, please help me send this rifle." Wang Longhu walked to the window, took paper and pen from the security room, and wrote down Hong Wentai's address.

Having reached Huajin, weapons were no longer necessary for Wang Longhu to practice.

For a Huajin Grandmaster, the primary focus should be on the four breakthroughs, using weapons offers little aid in training, and besides, when facing an enemy, Wang Longhu's fists were far more terrifying than any weapon.

Even carrying a weapon seemed cumbersome, so Wang Longhu planned to return the big rifle borrowed from Hong Wentai, a gesture of returning it intact.

"No problem, Brother Hu. Trust me, I'll make sure it gets sent safely." Ah Bing replied, feeling the weight in his hands with the not yet assembled rifle, almost dropping it.

This big rifle was meant for martial artists to practice strength and force with, weighing dozens of pounds. Ordinary people could hardly lift it for long, let alone wield it.

Seeing Ah Bing put the rifle away, Wang Longhu transferred the postage fee to him through B, then turned around and walked towards the mountains without further ado.

During this trip back, he had already planned his future travels thoroughly.

Watching Wang Longhu's retreating figure, Ah Bing, sitting in the security room, couldn't help but feel a bit envious, murmuring to himself, "I wish I could be as carefree as him."

...

The deep mountain ancient temple, even though Wang Longhu had seen it before, still left him utterly amazed each time.

As he stepped into the ancient temple, a sharp scent in the air immediately caught Wang Longhu's attention.

Without hesitation, Wang Longhu instinctively held his breath.

While ordinary people can hold their breath for about 30 seconds, a Huajin Grandmaster, having refined their organs through Dark Force, could easily hold it for over ten minutes if they wished.

The ancient temple was eerily quiet, just like when Wang Longhu first visited.

But today, there was a slightly unusual aura in the air.

Wang Longhu's ears twitched slightly, already detecting two faint breaths in a nearby side temple. While over at the main hall, there were five.

"Fifth Master said that no one has ever known his whereabouts here. If someone comes, it must be the helpers of those ungrateful disciples who killed their master. That's why when he discovered me last time, he attacked without hesitation. Is it those people who have arrived today causing such a commotion?"

In his heart, Wang Longhu was puzzled, but on his face, he displayed no awareness, continuing to walk forward.

Just as he was about to step into the main hall, several violent gusts of wind suddenly attacked from left and right.

A faint glimmer of cold light was seen, from weapons being hurled, which Wang Longhu caught with his hands.

With his left and right four fingers, he had already caught hold of two short swords, and with a twist of his fingers.

The originally iron sword blades instantly broke into two in his hands, unable to withstand Wang Longhu's strength.

Whiz! Whiz!

Wang Longhu casually tossed them, the broken sword blades directly flew out, piercing into the chests of the two assailants.

Meanwhile, the other three attackers were also fast, their weapons almost striking Wang Longhu's body, but Wang Longhu's speed was faster than theirs.

Wang Longhu kicked out three consecutive kicks, thud thud thud, hitting their waists and abdomens. Even without using Dark Force, his kicking power could break stone piers, not something any ordinary body could withstand.

The three instantly flew backward, crashing heavily five to six meters away.

Hearing the commotion from the main hall, two people quickly ran out from the side hall to support Wang Longhu.

Now Wang Longhu had time to observe who these hidden individuals were.

The two running over were slender, with slightly curly black hair, their skin was typically sunburned yellow.

At a glance, it was obvious that these people were residents from the Southeastern Asia region of Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia.

Wang Longhu leaped out, like a cannonball shot from a chamber, raising knees directly into one person's face.

The massive impact instantly caused this man's face to explode, losing his breath in an instant.

"Can you speak Chinese?" Feet landing, Wang Longhu calmly asked the terrified Southeast Asian beside him.

Wang Longhu's action was too brutal, showing no mercy; human lives seemed as cheap as grass in his eyes.

This directly scared the last Southeast Asian person into having no intention of fighting back at all.

Seeing his companion's head explode from Wang Longhu's knee was a terrifying visual shock.

"Yes, I can." The Southeast Asian dropped the weapon and responded in broken Chinese.

"What are you here for?"

"To capture, to capture people."

Wang Longhu looked around but didn't find anyone else present, feeling somewhat puzzled.

Judging from these people's appearance, they seemed to have arrived not long ago. Fifth Master is said to be a Dark Force Martial Artist, even if encircled, he can't be captured but can escape.

Surrounded by deep forests, once you hide in there, even a Dark Force Martial Artist would have difficulty tracking, so thinking he shouldn't be easily killed.

"Have you caught him yet?" Wang Longhu asked again.

"No, not found. As soon as we arrived here, we searched everywhere, saw no one." That person dared not lie, could only answer honestly to Wang Longhu.

Hearing this, Wang Longhu sighed in relief; as long as Fifth Master is safe.

From his previous understanding of Fifth Master, the old man used to go out into the mountains every few days to find poisonous insects, then capture them to practice his Poison Skill Inner Strength.

Seems like he wasn't in the Ancient Temple now, probably went out for the same purpose.

Having nothing else to do, Wang Longhu sat down on a step, asking the Southeast Asian about everything he knew.

Including where he came from, the purpose of capturing people, and how he came to China.

After a dozen minutes, Wang Longhu knew everything, feeling quite surprised.

It turns out these Southeast Asians were underground killers from neighboring Vietnam, hired by a local black force in Vietnam to capture people in the Eastern country.

The black force's power in Vietnam was not small, led by a Martial Artist from the Eastern country who had crossed the border years ago and arrived in Vietnam. Within a few years, he recruited a team, dominating the underground there, committing all kinds of atrocities.

This narrative immediately reminded Wang Longhu of things Fifth Master had told him.

Back then, four disciples of the Five Poison Sect colluded to kill their master for the sect's true teachings.

Later Master Five, as eldest disciple, spent decades hunting those four traitorous animals.

Until the four crossed the border and fled into Vietnam, only halting Master Five's pursuit halfway.

From Fifth Master's investigation, those four animals weren't lost in Vietnam, instead thrived due to skills learned from the Five Poison Sect, flourishing more than at home.

"Unexpectedly, they found out Fifth Master's retreat; seems this place won't be safe anymore."

Understanding the reason, Wang Longhu touched his chin, muttering.