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This scholar in front of them was even more formidable than Zhang Sanfeng, who was almost the top martial artist in the world!
The Wudang Sect disciples, who had been arrogant just moments ago, were now filled with terror.
Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao exchanged glances, their faces filled with pleasant surprise. From that moment on, they decided to make Chu Yang the leader of the Ming Cult.
"Zhang Zhenren is indeed formidable..."
Chu Yang sighed with emotion. Zhang Sanfeng was the only person who could perceive his depths without even fighting him, undoubtedly a cultivator.
"Mr. Chu, this old Taoist has arrived. May I ask you to release my disciples?"
The title "Mr. Chu" had become widely known in Great Ming due to Extinction and Kongwen's dissemination, but they did not know Chu Yang's true name.
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng's gaze became solemn, his fists hidden within his large Taoist robe, ready to strike at any moment.
In his eyes, although Chu Yang appeared harmless, since he was involved with the Demon Cult, he must be a difficult opponent.
If the other party made demands he could not accept, he might have to settle it with a fight.
But Zhang Sanfeng did not expect that Chu Yang merely nodded, and Song Yuanqiao and the others walked to his side without any obstruction.
The process of handing over the hostages was so smooth that Zhang Sanfeng was bewildered, his face full of doubt.
Song Yuanqiao whispered the full story into Zhang Sanfeng's ear, and the latter's face showed a look of sudden realization.
After listening, Zhang Sanfeng sighed deeply and exclaimed, "During my seclusion, I didn't expect so many things to happen in the martial arts world. Mr. Chu has old ties with the Ancient Tomb Sect disciples, and He Taichong and others harmed the innocent for martial arts, which is a path to self-destruction. It can be said that Mr. Chu is acting on behalf of Heaven!"
Speaking of this, Zhang Sanfeng bowed to Li Mochou and saluted, "This young lady, the Wudang Sect should have acted with chivalry to rescue you from your plight, but my disciples, for the sake of the Six Major Sects smoothly eradicating the Ming Cult, stood by and did nothing. This old Taoist is at fault for not teaching his disciples properly!"
Tears welled up in Li Mochou's eyes. This was the first time she had heard someone apologize for her suffering.
In fact, long before the Wudang Sect joined the allied forces to suppress the Ming Cult, Li Mochou had already undergone severe interrogation methods, and all the pain was already a foregone conclusion, having little to do with them.
While feeling apologetic, Mo Shenggu also felt a bit embarrassed and whispered, "Master, at that time, we prioritized the greater good!"
Zhang Sanfeng glared angrily, his hair standing on end, his voice like rolling thunder, "Greater good? What is the greater good? The lives of the common people are the greater good, but can one sacrifice one person's life for the sake of the common people? Did you ask that person if they agreed?"
Mo Shenggu immediately became as silent as a cicada in winter.
Zhang Sanfeng's furious roar was deafening, and even the Ming Cult members couldn't help but be secretly impressed by his demeanor.
"Zhang Sanfeng is indeed Zhang Sanfeng, vastly different from those hypocritical self-proclaimed righteous individuals."
"Like father, like son. It seems the Eagle King's daughter falling for Wudang's Fifth Hero Zhang was truly a good match."
"If you look at it that way, our Ming Cult is still related to the Wudang Sect by marriage."
"Stop talking nonsense, how many years has the Eagle King been gone?"
"What does it matter? In a few days, I'll swallow my pride and invite the Eagle King back..."
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, and the Five Wanderers whispered in a corner.
After Zhang Sanfeng and the entire Wudang Sect apologized to Li Mochou, he looked at Chu Yang again and smiled freely, "Mr. Chu has gone to such great lengths, just to discuss the Dao with this old Taoist. Since that's the case, this old Taoist can only comply. What do you say?"
Chu Yang took a step forward, his figure like a dream, and in the next second, he appeared outside the main hall.
Zhang Sanfeng's pupils contracted, and he praised, "What a graceful movement technique."
After speaking, he moved like a white crane spreading its wings, soaring and leaping, as if stepping on Liu Yun, flying towards the outside of the hall.
Most people were still bewildered, but Yang Xiao, who reacted first, rushed out.
"A duel between two masters, how can this old bat miss such a grand event!"
Wei Yixiao, who had the strongest light-body skill, recovered his senses and followed, flying out, and in the blink of an eye, he surpassed Yang Xiao.
Now everyone understood the meaning of "discussing the Dao" and rushed outside, scrambling, leaving only Huang Rong, Li Mochou, and a few other girls behind.
Yang Buhui asked curiously, "Aren't you going out to take a look?"
Huang Rong rolled her eyes, "I'm tired of seeing it every day, I'm not interested in joining the fun."
And Li Mochou, ever since the Ancient Tomb Sect was destroyed, had developed a resistance to so-called advanced martial arts, let alone watching, she didn't even want to hear about it.
She silently guarded Little Dragon Girl, her eyes filled with deep guilt.
Huang Rong shook her head; this kind of psychological trauma would take a long time to heal.
Seeing that they really didn't plan to go out, Yang Buhui called her maid Xiao Zhao and ran out of the hall together.
Xiao Zhao looked back at Li Mochou. Her shackles had been removed because Li Mochou pleaded for her. She wanted to stay and comfort the other party, but she couldn't disobey Yang Buhui.
On Guangming Peak, Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng exchanged blows at an extremely fast pace. Aside from a few individuals, including Yang Xiao, everyone else could only see their two afterimages.
Zhang Sanfeng knew that ordinary martial arts would be of little significance to Chu Yang and did not want to waste this opportunity to discuss the Dao, so he directly brought out his signature skills.
An indescribable aura emanated from Zhang Sanfeng, and his moves became extremely enigmatic.
Yin and Yang converged, combining hardness and softness.
Chu Yang held his breath, the blood-colored tomoe in his Rinnegan spinning wildly, firmly imprinting Zhang Sanfeng's every move in his mind.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Chu Yang vaguely saw a giant Tai Chi formation diagram appear beneath Zhang Sanfeng's feet.
White within black, black within white.
And he and Zhang Sanfeng stood respectively on the black and white points.
Slowly rotating...
Heaven and Earth seemed to suddenly overturn in an instant!
"As expected!"
Chu Yang, feeling himself being dragged into another space, was certain that Zhang Sanfeng had already entered the Dao through martial arts, reaching the level of martial arts reaching the gods.
Tai Chi Fist was no longer a top-tier martial art, but a martial arts divine ability.
"A true terrestrial immortal."
Chu Yang praised sincerely; Zhang Sanfeng might be the strongest person he had encountered in this world.
At this point, using Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms to fight would seem disrespectful to Zhang Sanfeng, this grandmaster.
Chu Yang clenched his hands, and plants grew within them, slowly condensing into two wooden swords.
Zhang Sanfeng, who was performing Tai Chi Fist, his eyes lit up, "Sorcery? This old Taoist thought that sorcery was just a rumor, but I didn't expect to witness it firsthand..."
With that, black and white qi flowed on Zhang Sanfeng's palms, his arms wrapped around his chest, and his wrists twisted, forming a "ball-holding shape."
This was a classic Tai Chi Fist stance - Qiankun Holding Ball.
However, Zhang Sanfeng truly had a black and white ball formed by qi in his arms. He suddenly pushed forward, and the black and white ball smashed towards Chu Yang.
The two swords in Chu Yang's hands emanated dual radiance of sun and moon. As he swung his swords, large bursts of brilliant light bloomed, colliding with the black and white ball.
At the same time, the Tai Chi formation diagram beneath their feet also spun wildly.
The onlookers outside the formation diagram anxiously craned their necks, since the Tai Chi formation diagram appeared, they could no longer clearly see the two people inside, as if some illusion technique was blocking their vision.
A thought arose in everyone's mind simultaneously.
Is this... truly something mortals can achieve?
"Zhang Zhenren's methods have long transcended the scope of martial arts; it's no exaggeration to call him a living immortal!"
The arrogant Yang Xiao's eyes were filled with envy, jealousy, and a hint of unwillingness.
He was also a prodigy, yet he couldn't even hope to catch up.
As for everyone else besides Yang Xiao, they didn't have as many emotions, only shock, because the gap was too large to produce any other feelings.
"Mr. Chu won't lose, will he?"
Yang Buhui's face showed a worried expression.
"Nonsense!" Huang Rong glared at her irritably, "Little Chu even killed a Buddha in Mongolia, what's that old man compared to him!"
That terrifying scene, which could be called a battle between Buddha and Demon, still lingered in Huang Rong's mind.
In her opinion, no matter how strong Zhang Sanfeng was, he was just flesh and blood!
However, Huang Rong's unintentional words made the Wudang Sect disciples burst into laughter.
"Killed a Buddha? Hahahaha, why don't you say he killed Guanyin Bodhisattva and the Buddha?"
"It's understandable to daydream at this age, but it's ridiculous to mistake fantasy for reality, young lady."
"Blow the trumpet louder! Why don't you say he's the Demon Lord incarnate?!"
"Hahahahaha, just a mediocre person, utterly ridiculous!"
The mocking grew louder, coupled with the Wudang disciples' Byakugan, making Huang Rong's face turn ashen.
Zhang Sanfeng's power seemed to give them renewed confidence, allowing them to mock others unrestrainedly!
"All of you, shut up!"
Song Yuanqiao glared angrily, his sharp gaze sweeping over the Wudang disciples who were mocking Huang Rong. They were startled and immediately lowered their heads, trembling and no longer speaking.
"The atmosphere within our Wudang Sect really needs to be rectified!" Yu Daiyan looked at the disciples and sneered, "You mock Mr. Chu with your words, but have you considered that he imprisoned the six of us without any effort?"
"What? In your eyes, are the six of us also mediocre? Or even worse than mediocre?"
The Wudang disciples were flustered, falling to their knees one after another, saying in fear, "This disciple would not dare!"
Mo Shenggu stepped in to smooth things over, calming his senior brothers' anger, and the atmosphere improved slightly.
"Huang Guniang, the disciples were impetuous, I hope you won't take it to heart." Song Yuanqiao cupped his hands in apology.
Huang Rong, however, did not accept it. Her gaze bypassed Song Yuanqiao and fixed on the young Wudang Sect disciples, "Don't say I didn't warn you, open your dog eyes wide and watch carefully later!"
Some disciples were unconvinced and about to retort, but Song Yuanqiao glared them back with a stern look.
"Huang Guniang, let's not stoop to their level. I believe Mr. Chu is someone who has killed a Buddha!"
Yang Buhui expressed her firm stance, siding with Huang Rong.
Huang Rong subtly moved a few steps away, as if saying they weren't very close.
Yang Buhui: "..."
Just as the two were secretly competing, the range of the Tai Chi formation diagram enveloping Chu Yang and Zhang Sanfeng suddenly expanded, rapidly spreading outwards.
"Everyone, step back!"
Yin Liting, who was closest to the Tai Chi formation diagram, retreated while reminding everyone to leave. The moment he passed by Yang Buhui, he instinctively took her hand, wanting to lead her away from the dangerous area.