Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 549 My life has been dedicated to the country, how can I still enjoy the carefree life of the martial world?
"Click——"

Guo Ang's longsword trembled, its blade bearing an unbearable weight, and shattered instantly.

The vengeful spirits within the sword's aura screamed and vanished into nothingness.

He collapsed to his knees, blood gushing from all seven orifices, his knees leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the bluestone.

"How, how is this possible..." The pain of his meridians being severed caused Guo Ang's pupils to dilate.

But the despair of being defeated by a single punch filled him with sorrow.

His defeat not only rendered all his efforts and sacrifices futile, but also brought his sect's plans to a complete standstill!

Li Sihuan gripped his second uncle's arm tightly: "Brother Zhang... is that the starting stance of the Mountain Fist?"

Li Changqi opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to start.

Mountain Fist?
Among the thousands of people present, who didn't recognize Mountain Fist?
Zhang Yuan's "Asking Yue" move was executed with impeccable precision; who could fail to see it?
But is this still the Mountain Fist?

"Sect Master, his punch not only contains the intent of the Mountain Fist, but also the power of the Mountain Moving Force, right?" Behind Yue Cengyun, the Mountain Moving Sect elder dressed in black robes whispered.

"More than that!" Yue Cengyun's voice was hoarse. "This is the posture of proving the Dao by integrating the 'Bearing the Mountain Map' and the 'Song of the Canglang Sword'!"

Get a comprehensive understanding!
Martial arts training progresses from beginner to intermediate, intermediate, advanced, and ultimate.

Only by achieving perfection can one truly understand and master the art, reaching a level where every gesture can be a powerful move.

This kind of spiritual practice is not just about gaining insights, but also about accumulating knowledge and experience.

How many people can cultivate martial arts to this level?
“Then, that must be the Dean…” He Yuncheng’s lips twitched as he whispered by the mountain gate, “In terms of comprehension, Dean Zhang Juzheng of Qingtian Continent who attained enlightenment is the best in the world.”

The disciple behind him nodded silently.

"boom!"

On the battle platform, the last four figures suddenly rose up.

Wu Meng of the Zhenhai Sect, his Xuanlin Iron Bones glowing with blood, and Wang Zhen of the Banshan Sect, his arms bulging with muscles like dragons, his Ninefold Banshan Force condensing into five illusory mountain shadows to block Zhang Yuan's retreat.

Yuan Shulong of the Duan Yue Sect used his soft sword to stir up swirling clouds, while Lü Wenliang of the Dahe Sect sent nine illusory water dragons hurtling towards Zhang Yuan.

The most elite members of the younger generation among the four major mountain sects have chosen to join forces at this moment.

Their goal is to

Zhang Yuan.

"hold head high--"

Seeing the four men attacking, Zhang Yuan neither dodged nor avoided them, but instead advanced, taking a step forward.

He clenched his fist, his body arched like a bow, and threw a punch.

Mountain Fist Technique, the Four Sacred Mountains Suppress Heaven!
In that instant, outside the gate of the Mountain Moving Sect, within a radius of ten thousand feet, the flying snow in the entire sky condensed into a phantom image of a mountain reaching the sky!

The four phantom figures of the Mountain-Moving Warriors, formed from the essence of fist, roared to the sky. The tattoo of the Sea-Overturning Dragon on Wu Meng's chest peeled off piece by piece, and the sound of the Xuan Tie ship's keel breaking and shattering intertwined with thunder.

Wang Zhenzhi's proud Nine Palaces Moving Cauldron Technique suddenly reversed, causing the five layers of mountains he had condensed to crumble inch by inch.

This naturally strong man was shocked to find that the mountain-moving energy he had poured into his body was being devoured by the fist intent, and cracks and blood patterns appeared on the warrior totem under his bronze skin!
"This is impossible!" The Mountain Moving Elder, who was presiding over the trial, stared wide-eyed in disbelief. "Zhenzhi's 'Mountain Carrying Diagram' has already reached its pinnacle, how could this be—"

Before he could finish speaking, the five mountains crashed heavily onto Wang Zhenzhi's shoulder.

Everyone clearly heard the sound of bones cracking as the 21-year-old Innate Realm elite knelt down and plowed a ten-zhang-deep furrow into the bluestone slab.

The soft sword in Duan Yue Zong Yuan Shulong's hand let out a mournful cry, the full moon arc of the sword's blade bent backward, and his body flew backward and fell off the battle platform, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

The sword energy surged back into his meridians, causing this sword genius to spit blood from all seven orifices, his face turning as pale as paper.

Zhang Yuan's figure was like a mountain collapsing, and his Four Sacred Mountains Stance caused the earth's veins to roar.

Before the fist's force even arrived, the tattoo of the Sea Dragon on Wu Meng's chest had already peeled off piece by piece, and the dragon's shadow twisted and howled under the powerful fist's intent.

The moment the Xuanlin Iron Bone clashed with the fist's energy, Wu Meng's proudly formidable body shattered like glass. The Heart-Eating Gu worms beneath his skin were refined into wisps of smoke by the fist's energy, which was contained within the fist's intent, before they could even escape.

He staggered back seven steps, each step leaving a smoking crater in the frozen ground, until he finally knelt on one knee and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"boom--"

Lu Wenliang's body crashed into a bronze pillar ten zhang away, and the folding fan in his hand was crushed into dust by the aftershock of the punch.

Elder Cao Xun of the Great River Sect clenched his fists, his lips trembling uncontrollably: "He used the Great River Sect's Thousand-Pound Intent..." Cao Chunbao looked at the frozen hundred-zhang raging tide on the Yun Cang River and laughed loudly: "With this punch, the Mountain and Mountain Sect will be able to suppress the Eastern Territory for three hundred years!"

A sudden silence fell over the area in front of the mountain gate archway, except for the sixth sword mark on the Sword Testing Stone, which continued to emit sword energy like a dragon.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Zhang Yuan stood with his hands behind his back on the cracked stone platform.

Nine elite sect members lay sprawled around the battle platform like dead dogs, and within a radius of ten zhang, the bluestone shattered.

“Zhang Yuan of the Mountain Sect,” Zhang Yuan, standing on the platform, glanced around and cupped his hands toward Yue Cengyun in front of the mountain gate, “has mastered the techniques of the four sects and perfected the Ninefold Mountain Moving Force. I wonder if he can hold the Mountain Token?”

Zhang Yuan wasn't after a mountain token.

Back in Fengtian County, he promised Yu Lin, who taught him the Mountain Fist, that he would join the Mountain Sect.

He has come today to give an explanation to his own world of martial arts.

After today, Zhang Yuan fears he will never have another opportunity to venture into the martial world alone.

Having dedicated myself to the country, how can I still live a carefree life in the martial world?
After today, Zhang Yuan may never exist again in the martial arts world.

But from this day forward, the legend of Zhang Yuan will surely spread throughout the martial arts world!

Just as Li Sihuan said, "The sword is ready, and stepping out will take you into the world of martial arts."

The Four Sects Respect Each Other, the Mountain Commander!

The core disciples of the Mountain Sect hold the Mountain Token, which represents the reunification of the mountains and the unification of the four sects.

Even if it doesn't truly unite the four sects into one, the appearance of a core disciple means that the name of the Mountain Sect is legitimate.

"Two hundred years... The Mountain Sect has finally found its true guardian!" At the edge of the plaza, a white-haired disciple of the Mountain Sect looked up and whispered, his face full of excitement.

In front of the mountain gate archway, the snow on the bronze tripod handles was whipped up by the strong wind and condensed into frost flowers on Zhang Yuan's black martial robe.

"The one who controls the mountain, does our Mountain Sect really have such a person?" Liu Erzhu, an outer disciple of the Moving Mountain Sect, dropped his broom with a "clatter" and looked at Zhang Yuan standing on the platform with a blank expression.

The sect leader of the Moving Mountain Sect, Yue Cengyun, took a step forward, and the pressure of the Dragon Elephant Realm swept across the square like a tide.

In an instant, the area outside the Mountain Moving Sect's gate fell silent once more.

In Yue Cengyun's hand was a bronze token with ancient mountain patterns on it.

All eyes were on the token.

On the elders' seat, the veins on the palm of Ke Shaohong, the deacon of Zhenhai Sect, who had crushed a teacup, bulged as he turned to look at Sun Zhentang, an elder of Baichen Martial Sect, and nodded slightly.

In front of the viewing platform, the expressions on the faces of the various figures changed.

As a powerful force in the Eastern Jianghu, the Mountain Sect provides protection to all sides.

But the Mountain Sect is too powerful, which makes people fearful.

What they saw today showed Zhang Yuan's potential; one day he might truly unify the four sects of the Mountain Range.

That was not a good thing for any of the sects at that time.

Elder Duan Yun of the Qingyun Sword Sect lowered his head slightly, a fleeting look of melancholy in his eyes.

Young Master Xun and Steward Zhao exchanged a smile, each holding the gift box they had brought.

Standing beside the Sword Testing Stone, Luo Hongxiu smiled as she watched Zhang Yuan, the commander of the Immortal Execution Division, receive the bronze token at the mountain gate. She murmured, "The fate of the Four Sects is about to change."

"The world of the Eastern Jianghu is about to change."

Before the gate of the Moving Mountain Sect.

Yue Cengyun slowly turned around, his eyes sweeping across the plaza, his voice booming like thunder across the Yun Cang River: "From this day forward, Zhang Yuan is a core disciple of my Mountain Sect, and disciples of the four sects should treat him with the respect due to a senior brother—"

The only core disciple of the Mountain Sect, all disciples from the four sects, both inside and outside, address him as Senior Brother!

"Greetings, Senior Brother Zhang!"

The three thousand disciples in front of the mountain gate roared and bowed with clasped hands.

This shout shook the mountains and caused the clouds to surge for miles.

This is a scene of the Mountain Sect's power being re-established!

(End of this chapter)