32: Chapter 32 The Two Elders of Xuanming Invade Wudang

In late spring, the small town at the foot of Wudang Mountain was at its liveliest time of the year.

Ever since Zhang Sanfeng facilitated the Wulin Alliance, Wudang Sect had become the core of the entire Central Plains Martial Arts World.

The streets at the foot of the mountain were bustling with traffic and people, and Disciples wearing Wudang Sect attire could be seen patrolling the streets everywhere, maintaining order.

A special merchant caravan had checked into an inn at the western end of the town.

The owner of the caravan was a stunningly beautiful Mongolian girl, dressed in luxurious brocade robes with a hint of heroic spirit in her eyes; it was none other than Princess Zhao Min, disguised as a Mongolian noble Young Miss.

She brought dozens of guards and moved into the largest courtyard of the inn, keeping to herself and constantly observing the movements of Wudang Mountain from the shadows.

Over the past few days, Princess Zhao Min had taken her subordinates to tour the town at the foot of Wudang Mountain and visited the surrounding Wudang Sect branch offices.

The commoners along the way spoke of Wudang Sect and Zhang Sanfeng with nothing but praise, and every household enshrined a longevity tablet for Zhang Sanfeng.

All of this deeply shocked Princess Zhao Min.

Having grown up in a royal mansion, she was accustomed to the extravagance, corruption, and oppression of the common people by Yuan Dynasty officials, as well as the killing and power struggles among those in the Jianghu.

She had never seen any School that could, like Wudang Sect, truly place the common people in its heart and truly achieve the ideal of "the greatest hero acts for the country and the people".

She became increasingly curious about that Wudang Ancestral Master she had never met, and increasingly unwilling to accept his reputation.

That evening, Princess Zhao Min called The Xuanming Elders to her room. Looking at the two of them, she spoke slowly: "Mr. Lu, Mr. He, the two of you shall head up Wudang Mountain early tomorrow morning."

Mr. Lu bowed and asked: "Princess, what do you mean?"

"I want you to disguise yourselves as Jianghu assassins and storm the gate of Wudang Mountain." A calculating gleam flashed in Princess Zhao Min's eyes.

"Attack the Wudang Sect Disciples guarding the mountain, and the bigger the commotion, the better. I want to see just how tight the defenses of Wudang Sect really are."

"If Zhang Sanfeng makes a Move himself, test his depth and see exactly how capable this Great Grandmaster is."

"Rest assured, Princess!" Mr. He sneered, "The two of us will definitely make the people of Wudang Sect taste the power of our Xuanming Divine Palm! We will not fail your mission!"

"Good." Princess Zhao Min nodded and said coldly, "Remember, stop while you are ahead; do not get bogged down in a fight. If you truly encounter Zhang Sanfeng, do not fight him head-on; preserving your lives is the priority."

"We understand!" The two bowed in unison.

The next morning, just as the sky was beginning to brighten, The Xuanming Elders donned night-traveling outfits, covered their faces, avoided the patrolling Disciples in the town, and arrived silently before the mountain gate of Wudang Mountain.

The gate of Wudang Mountain was guarded by seven third-generation Personal Disciples of Wudang Sect, along with twenty other Disciples.

Young Hero Song Qingshu was leading several Junior Brothers in morning practice at the mountain gate. Every Move was part of Wudang Sect's foundational martial arts, yet they performed them meticulously with steady breathing.

The Xuanming Elders hid in the shadows, looking at these teenagers with utter disdain.

"Move!" Mr. Lu whispered. He exchanged a glance with Mr. He, and the two leapt out simultaneously, like two ghostly black shadows, rushing straight toward the mountain gate.

"Who goes there?!" Young Hero Song Qingshu reacted instantly, shouting sternly as he drew his long sword and blocked the path before the mountain gate.

The other six Junior Brothers immediately stopped their morning practice, drew their weapons, and formed the True Martial Seven-Section Formation, waiting in full battle readiness.

"Someone looking for death!" Mr. He sneered, striking out with both palms. The extremely yin and cold Xuanming Divine Palm, carrying a bone-chilling cold, rushed straight at Young Hero Song Qingshu.

Wherever the palm wind passed, even the surrounding air condensed into a layer of white frost.

Young Hero Song Qingshu's expression remained unchanged. Instead of retreating, he advanced, his long sword slanting upwards as he unleashed the Wudang Taiji Sword Technique. The seamless Sword Intent instantly met Mr. He's palm wind.

He was now in the Middle Stage of the Xiantian Realm. Under the personal guidance of Zhang Sanfeng, his Taiji Sword Technique had already entered the inner sanctum; every Move carried the true essence of overcoming hardness with softness.

With a soft "ding" sound, the tip of his sword precisely tapped Mr. He's palm. A gentle yet resilient internal energy instantly neutralized the Xuanming Divine Palm.

Mr. He's expression changed, his heart filled with shock.

He had not expected that a teenager could actually withstand his Xuanming Divine Palm, let alone neutralize his palm power!

In the moment he was stunned, the other six Junior Brothers had already surrounded them, following the positions of the True Martial Seven-Section Formation.

With the seven working together, the Formation instantly activated, acting like an airtight cage that trapped The Xuanming Elders within.

The seven figures intertwined, their Moves coordinating flawlessly; if one attacked, all seven attacked; if one defended, all seven defended.

Even though The Xuanming Elders were top-tier experts in the Jianghu, for a moment, they were unable to break through the confinement of the Formation and were instead forced into a constrained position by the seven.

The Xuanming Elders were shocked and angry; they had not expected to be trapped by a few green youngsters.

The two exchanged a look and roared in unison. They unleashed the Xuanming Divine Palm with full power, and the yin and cold palm power swept out like an overwhelming tide, forcibly tearing open a gap in the Formation.

"Puff!" Lin Jinghong and Zhao Jingtao were struck by the palm power, spitting out blood and flying backward. The True Martial Seven-Section Formation was instantly broken.

"Junior Brothers!" Young Hero Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he rushed forward to support the two, his eyes filled with anger.

"You fools courting death!" Mr. Lu sneered, striking out with both palms again. The yin and cold palm power rushed straight at Young Hero Song Qingshu.

He had already realized that this teenager was the leader of the seven; as long as he took him down, he could completely break through the Wudang Sect gate.

Just as the palm power was about to strike Young Hero Song Qingshu, two figures sped down from the mountain like lightning.

"The Xuanming Elders, how dare you!"

An angry shout rang out. Yu Lianzhou, holding a long sword, instantly blocked the path in front of Young Hero Song Qingshu. With a wave of his long sword, Sword Intent swept out, instantly neutralizing Mr. Lu's palm power.

Yin Liting also made his Move simultaneously, unleashing the Soft Cloud Taiji Sword Technique to block Mr. He's path.

Upon seeing Yu Lianzhou, the complexions of The Xuanming Elders instantly turned pale.

The two of them had already suffered two major defeats at the hands of Yu Lianzhou and had long since developed a psychological trauma.

"Yu Lianzhou!" Mr. Lu gritted his teeth and shouted sternly, "We brothers have come today to storm this Wudang Mountain, what can you do about it?"

"What can I do about it?" Yu Lianzhou sneered, his eyes filled with killing intent, "You two injured my Wudang Sect Disciples and stormed my Wudang Sect gate; today, don't even think about leaving alive!"

As his voice fell, Yu Lianzhou leapt out, his long sword thrusting straight at Mr. Lu.

The aura of the Perfection of the Grandmaster Realm spread out without reservation, and the entire mountain gate area was shrouded in sharp Sword Intent.

Mr. Lu dared not be careless; he brandished the deer-head staff in his hand and unleashed the Xuanming Divine Palm with full power to meet the attack. Mr. He also made his Move simultaneously, joining forces with Mr. Lu to pincer attack Yu Lianzhou.

The three instantly clashed.

Yu Lianzhou's Taiji Sword Technique had long since reached a Realm of seamless Perfection and reached the peak.

He fought two against one without falling behind in the slightest; his long sword was like flowing clouds and running water, every Move carrying the true essence of overcoming hardness with softness.

Although The Xuanming Elders' Xuanming Divine Palm was insidious and ruthless, every time their palm power struck Yu Lianzhou's Sword Intent, it was like a clay ox entering the sea, instantly dissipating without a trace.

After hundreds of rounds, Yu Lianzhou spotted a flaw. His long sword turned, and the tip, carrying vast internal energy, instantly pierced Mr. Lu's shoulder.

Mr. Lu let out a miserable shriek; his shoulder was pierced by the sword tip, the deer-head staff in his hand slipped from his grasp, and his body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Seeing his Senior Brother severely wounded, Mr. He panicked, and his Moves instantly developed a flaw.

Yin Liting seized the opportunity; the Soft Cloud Sword Technique poured out continuously like a tide, piercing Mr. He's thigh with one sword strike while simultaneously striking his chest with a palm.

Mr. He also spat out blood and flew backward, crashing into Mr. Lu. Both of them were severely injured and no longer had the strength to resist.

Looking at the disheveled Xuanming Elders on the ground, Yu Lianzhou sheathed his sword and stood tall, saying coldly: "With just this much skill, you dare to storm my Wudang Mountain? Truly courting death!"

Princess Zhao Min, hiding in the shadows, had seen everything, and her heart was in turmoil.

She never expected that a few third-generation Disciples of Wudang Sect, relying on a mysterious Formation, could contend with The Xuanming Elders for so long.

She expected even less that Yu Lianzhou alone could suppress the combined efforts of The Xuanming Elders.

If the brothers of the Seven Heroes of Wudang had such terrifying strength, just how strong must Zhang Sanfeng be?

Princess Zhao Min gritted her teeth and made a decision.

The next day, she would personally pay a visit to meet this legendary Martial Forest myth.

The Xuanming Elders were captured alive by Wudang Sect Disciples and escorted into the mountain gate.

Yu Lianzhou watched their retreating figures being escorted away, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

[System: Detected that the Host has completed the side quest [Repel The Xuanming Elders], quest completion 100%!]

[System: Quest reward: Wudang Mountain gate deterrence maximized, World Fusion increased by another 1%, current total Fusion 97%!]

The System notification sound rang in Zhang Sanfeng's mind inside Zixiao Palace.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked in the direction of the mountain gate, and a faint smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He knew that Princess Zhao Min had arrived.