7: Chapter 7 Adjusting the Wudang Structure

After that one sentence fell, the entire side hall of Zixiao Palace instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Third Master Yu Daiyan suddenly raised his head, an incredible light bursting forth from his turbid eyes. His lips trembled, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Ten years. He had been paralyzed for a full ten years. He had sought out every famous doctor in the world and exhausted all of the Wudang Sect's treasures, but the answer was always the four words: "Nothing can be done."

Now, Master was actually saying his injury could be saved?

"Mas... Master?"

Third Master Yu Daiyan's voice trembled uncontrollably, and tears surged up instantly.

"Are... are you saying it is true? Can this Disciple... can this Disciple still stand up?"

"Master!"

Song Yuanqiao's eyes also turned red instantly. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Zhang Sanfeng.

"If Third Brother's injury can be cured, this Disciple is willing to go through fire and water, and will not refuse even death if there is any place where we can contribute!"

"I beg Master to save Third Brother!"

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu knelt down together, their voices choking with sobs.

The seven brothers were as close as siblings. The ten years that Third Master Yu Daiyan had been paralyzed had been a thorn in the hearts of all seven of them.

Now that Master said there was a way to cure him, how could they not be incredibly excited?

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand, once again using his Protective Aura to lift Yin Liting and the other up, his tone steady:

"Everyone, get up. Third Master Yu Daiyan is my Wudang Sect Disciple and your brother; naturally, as your Master, I will not sit idly by."

"This matter cannot be rushed. We must first stabilize the Wudang Sect, and then proceed slowly."

He knew clearly that the most important thing now was not to immediately treat Third Master Yu Daiyan's injury, but to first completely unite the scattered hearts of the Wudang Sect.

The news of Zhang Sanfeng being on the verge of death while in seclusion had already spread throughout the Jianghu.

In these seven days, the entire Wudang Sect had been in a state of panic. The lower-level Disciples were restless, and various external forces were eyeing them covetously. A single misstep could cause the century-old Wudang Sect to be destroyed in an instant.

"Song Yuanqiao, pass down the order."

Zhang Sanfeng sat upright in the main seat, his tone carrying an unquestionable majesty.

"One hour from now, in the main hall of Zixiao Palace, summon all Wudang Sect Core Disciples, stewards, and heads of each hall to discuss matters."

"Yes, this Disciple obeys the order!" Song Yuanqiao immediately bowed to accept the command, turned, and walked quickly away to make arrangements.

One hour later, in the main hall of Zixiao Palace.

The entire Wudang Sect, from the Seven Heroes of Wudang down to the heads of each branch hall, third-generation Core Disciples, and stewards—totaling hundreds of people—gathered in the hall.

Everyone stretched their necks, looking toward the main seat, whispering and discussing, their faces full of anxiety and unease.

"Have you heard? Ancestral Master has come out of seclusion! But... but wasn't it said before that Ancestral Master had already..."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense! I just saw Senior Martial Uncle and the others come out of the side hall, all of them weeping with joy. It must mean Ancestral Master is fine!"

"It's good that he's fine! These past few days, the foot of the mountain has been full of spies from the Shaolin Sect and Emei Sect, as well as people from the imperial court, all watching our Wudang Sect."

"If something really happened to Ancestral Master, our Wudang Sect would be in real danger!"

Amidst the discussion, a loud shout came from outside the hall: "Ancestral Master has arrived!"

Instantly, the entire Zixiao Palace fell silent. Everyone knelt on the ground in unison, their heads pressed to the floor, not daring to lift them even slightly.

Zhang Sanfeng, wearing moon-white Daoist robes, walked slowly into the main hall and sat down slowly on the main seat.

His gaze swept over the kneeling crowd in the hall, his voice peaceful, yet carrying a power that penetrated the heart, clearly entering everyone's ears: "Everyone, get up."

Everyone stood up one after another and looked up at the main seat. When they saw the ruddy and youthful appearance of Zhang Sanfeng, they were all full of shock.

Everyone remembered that before going into seclusion, the Ancestral Master had already been extremely old and at the end of his life.

But the person before their eyes, where was there any trace of being on the verge of death?

It was clearly a Breakthrough in his martial path, a return to youth!

The originally panicked hearts were instantly stabilized at this moment.

"During this seclusion, I broke through the barrier of life and death, overcame the shackles of the martial path, my Lifespan is no longer a worry, and my cultivation has advanced further."

Zhang Sanfeng spoke slowly, his words like a needle that stabilizes the sea, completely calming everyone's hearts.

"As for the rumors in the Jianghu before, do not pay them any heed. As long as I am here for one day, the Wudang Sect will not be bullied."

As his voice fell, the hall instantly erupted in earth-shaking cheers: "Ancestral Master's Daoist arts are profound! May the Wudang Sect flourish for ten thousand years!"

The cheers rose and fell, resounding throughout the entire Wudang Mountain. The previous fear and unease were all transformed into fanaticism and awe.

Zhang Sanfeng raised his hand to press down, and the cheers stopped instantly.

Taking this opportunity, he began to reorganize the internal affairs of the Wudang Sect.

Utilizing modern management thinking combined with Wudang Daoist rules, he established new regulations on the spot:

Establishing the Transmission Hall, with Fifth Brother Zhang Cuishan as the Hall Master, responsible for the teaching of martial arts to Wudang Sect Disciples, revising Cultivation Techniques, and perfecting the martial arts Legacy system;

Establishing the Law Enforcement Hall, with Yu Lianzhou as the Hall Master, responsible for the execution of School rules, defense of the mountain gate, dealing with rule-breaking Disciples, and rectifying the School's style;

Establishing the External Affairs Hall, with Zhang Songxi as the Hall Master, responsible for Jianghu connections, intelligence gathering, external negotiations, and controlling the trends of the Jianghu;

Establishing the Internal Affairs Hall, led by Song Yuanqiao, responsible for the daily operations of the School, resource allocation, and the daily lives of the Disciples, filling the loopholes in internal management;

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu will assist the Law Enforcement Hall, guard the mountain gate, and lead the Disciples to walk in the Jianghu, practicing the path of chivalry;

Third Master Yu Daiyan will temporarily reside in the Internal Affairs Hall, responsible for organizing the classics within the School and guiding the Heart-Nature of the Disciples, to be arranged again after his injury is healed.

The division of labor was clear, and the authority and responsibility were well-defined, instantly organizing the originally somewhat chaotic internal affairs of the Wudang Sect into perfect order.

The Seven Heroes bowed to accept the orders without a shred of objection.

Only then did they realize that not only had their Master's martial cultivation broken through, but his ability for overall planning and management was also far superior to before; with just a few words, he had tightly plugged the loopholes of the Wudang Sect.

For the next three days, Zhang Sanfeng was in the Zixiao Palace every day, personally summoning the third-generation Core Disciples of the Wudang Sect.

Facing these young Disciples, he would casually offer a few pointers on the crux of their martial arts, which would cause them to suddenly see the light, and the Realms that had been stuck for years showed signs of breaking through.

What shocked the Disciples even more was that no matter which Wudang Sect martial art they were Cultivating, the Ancestral Master knew it like the back of his hand, and could even accurately point out the errors and omissions in their Cultivation, even more clearly than their own teaching Masters.

After three days, there was no one left in the Wudang Sect who had even a shred of doubt about this Ancestral Master who had come out of seclusion.

Everyone was completely won over, and the cohesion of the School reached an unprecedented peak.

That evening, Zhang Sanfeng dismissed the others, leaving only the Seven Heroes of Wudang behind.

"Tell me, what have been the movements in the Jianghu during these days?"

Zhang Sanfeng picked up his teacup, took a sip of clear tea, his tone indifferent.

Song Yuanqiao spoke first, recounting the ins and outs of Third Master Yu Daiyan's injury in detail. However, after investigating, they only knew it was the Great Strength Diamond Finger, but they could never find the trail of the culprit.

Speaking to the end, his face was full of guilt: "This Disciple is incompetent. I have investigated for ten years but failed to find the true culprit who harmed Third Brother, letting Third Brother suffer injustice for ten years."

Third Master Yu Daiyan also lowered his head, his eyes full of desolation.

Zhang Sanfeng put down his teacup, looked at the seven of them, and spoke slowly, his tone calm, yet it set off a monstrous wave:

"Not being able to find them does not mean they cannot be uncovered. The injustice Third Master Yu Daiyan has suffered these ten years should be settled."

"The people who harmed him are descendants of the Diamond Sect from the Western Regions, A'er and A'san. As for the mastermind behind the scenes, it is the Ruyang Princes Mansion in Dadu, and there is also a person hiding in the dark, with the Dharma name Yuan Zhen, and the secular name Cheng Kun."

The seven of them instantly widened their eyes, full of shock, looking at Zhang Sanfeng in unison, unable to believe their own ears.

A case they had investigated for ten years without any clues, yet Master could even state the names and origins of the culprits so clearly?

Looking at the shocked expressions of the seven, Zhang Sanfeng continued, recounting the entire process of Third Master Yu Daiyan's injury.

From the appearance of the dragon slaying saber, to Yin Susu's mosquito needle wounding someone, to the escort by the Longmen Escort Agency, the ambush by the Diamond Sect on the way, and even the conspiracy of the Ruyang Princes Mansion to destroy the Central Plains Martial Arts World, he dismantled it completely and clearly.

The entire hall was silent.

The seven were dumbfounded, feeling a chill run through their bodies.

They never dreamed that behind Third Brother's injury, there was such a huge conspiracy, and they had been kept in the dark for a full ten years.

"Master, how... how did you know all this?"

Zhang Songxi asked, his face full of horror.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled faintly, having already thought of an explanation:

"During my seclusion, my spirit wandered in the void, and I saw through this Karma."

"This matter not only concerns the injustice of Third Master Yu Daiyan, but also the safety of the entire Wudang Sect and even the entire Central Plains Martial Arts World."

He paused, his gaze falling on Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi, his tone suddenly becoming sharp: "Lianzhou, Songxi, listen to my order!"

"This Disciple is here!" The two immediately stepped forward and bowed to accept the order.

"Immediately take the elite Disciples of the Wudang Sect to the Longmen Escort Agency in Jiangnan and set up a net."

"These two culprits, after harming Third Master Yu Daiyan, are preparing to flee back to the Western Regions from Jiangnan. You must capture them and bring them back to the mountain gate; not a single one can be let go!"

"This Disciple obeys the order! We will definitely not fail the mission!" The two responded in unison, a piercing killing intent erupting in their eyes.

Zhang Sanfeng looked at the excited Third Master Yu Daiyan, stood up slowly, and a wisp of gentle yet domineering Pure Yang Qi condensed at his fingertip, walking step by step toward him.

Under the nervous gaze of the seven, Zhang Sanfeng reached out his hand, and the Pure Yang Qi at his fingertip pressed slowly onto the Meridians of Third Master Yu Daiyan that had been paralyzed for ten years.