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Chapter 144 One palm strike and I'll kill you on the spot.
Upon seeing Abbess Juechen standing before him, the Ming Cult disciple's legs trembled uncontrollably.

“He’s right, he’s right. Time was short, and we only had time to set up this one trap.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Abbess Juechen struck the man's forehead with a palm strike, shattering his skull with the force of her blow.

As he fell to the ground, blood flowed rapidly from his seven orifices.

After swiftly and ruthlessly killing the man, Abbess Juechen stepped forward again, walked to the third person, and repeated the question from before.

None of the Emei disciples behind her felt anything was wrong when they saw what Abbess Juechen was doing.

From the elders, everyone learned about the casualties of the other five factions.

Over the course of three consecutive days, everyone had already become aware of the cruelty of sectarian struggles and battles.

They also knew that the fact that they had managed to get to this point without losing a single person was all thanks to the strength and caution of Abbess Miejue, Abbess Juechen, and Gu Shaoan.

The most obvious example is what just happened.

If Gu Shaoan hadn't reacted quickly, many of these Emei disciples would already be unknowingly poisoned.

When it comes to the safety of oneself and one's fellow disciples, anyone who dares to show even the slightest bit of womanly compassion will first be met with the scorn of those around them.

However, the fact that the Emei Sect did not find Master Juechen's behavior problematic does not mean that others would not have opinions.

Seeing Abbess Juechen's actions, Zhang Wuji, watching from afar, felt a pang of reluctance.

I felt that Abbess Juechen's methods and actions were too ruthless.

At this moment, after the fifth person was killed by Abbess Juechen with a single palm strike, Abbess Juechen turned around and looked at Abbess Miejue.

"It seems that what these people are saying is true; this should be the only newly set trap."

Empress Dowager Miejue glanced at the remaining people.

"Kill them all!"

Abbess Juechen nodded, then drew her sword, clearly preparing to deal with the remaining dozen or so Ming Cult disciples as Miejue had instructed.

"Wait a minute!"

However, just as Abbess Juechen was mobilizing her true energy in preparation for her attack, a clear yet urgent shout suddenly rang out, breaking the solemn silence!
The next moment, Zhang Wuji used his lightness skill and quickly rushed towards Abbess Juechen in a few leaps.

His lightness skill was extremely exquisite. Every time his body fell, the toes of his feet would tap the ground repeatedly. Each tap would drag Zhang Wuji's body upwards a certain distance, as if climbing a ladder.

"Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap?"

Upon recognizing the lightness skill Zhang Wuji used, both Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen showed a hint of surprise on their faces.

The two were surprised not only because of the "Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap" technique used by Zhang Wuji.

Furthermore, when Zhang Wuji moved, both Miejue and Juechen could clearly feel the fluctuations of true energy emanating from Zhang Wuji's body.

Judging from Zhang Wuji's age, the two men believed he was around twenty years old.

She is similar to Gu Shaoan, Zhou Zhiruo, and Yang Yan.

But the fact that someone of such a young age could possess the cultivation level of returning to the innate realm was enough to surprise the two of them.

"Senior sister, Wudang has such an outstanding disciple, why haven't I heard of him before?"

Faced with Abbess Juechen's telepathic message, Abbess Miejue shook her head in acknowledgment, equally puzzled.

"Could it be that the Wudang Sect was provoked by Shao'an seven years ago, and has been hiding a prodigy disciple all these years, wanting to take advantage of the six major sects' siege of Bright Peak to make him famous?"

Because of their surprise and Zhang Wuji's use of the "Wudang Ladder Cloud Leap", neither Miejue nor Juechen made a move, but let Zhang Wuji use his lightness skill to get to them.

The moment Zhang Wuji regained his footing, he subtly shifted his body slightly, protecting the dozen or so trembling Ming Cult disciples behind him.

He then bowed to Abbess Miejue and Abbess Juechen and said, "Heaven cherishes life. Now that your sect has obtained the necessary information and confirmed the location of the trap, why do you two abbesses have to exterminate these people who have lost the ability to resist?"

Zhang Wuji's tone was sincere, and his attitude was quite good.

But the moment she uttered her first words, Abbess Miejue's face instantly darkened.

Before Abbess Juechen could speak, Abbess Miejue spoke first, her voice as cold as ice.

"The demonic sect is full of evil spirits and wolves, and everyone has the right to kill them. Judging from the lightness skill you used just now, you must be from the Wudang Sect. Now you dare to spout such nonsense. I will ask Song Yuanqiao later to see when the Wudang Sect stopped distinguishing between good and evil and started to actively protect the demonic sect's evil people?"

As the leader of a sect, Abbess Miejue naturally exuded a powerful aura, not to mention her sharp words. Under her questioning, Zhang Wuji's face turned slightly pale, and he appeared somewhat nervous.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Wuji insisted, "It's not that I can't distinguish between good and evil. It's just that while there may be evildoers within the Demonic Sect, they are not necessarily all wicked. They are now prisoners, surrendering without resistance. Killing prisoners is absolutely not the act of a righteous sect! Moreover..."

"enough!"

However, before Zhang Wuji could finish speaking, Abbess Miejue interrupted him sharply, clearly extremely impatient.

"I don't have time to waste with your nonsense about such womanly sentimentality. Considering your connection with the Wudang Sect, I'll give you a chance."

As she spoke, Miejue slowly raised her right palm, the edge of which was surrounded by true energy.

"If you can withstand three of my blows and still speak, I will show you mercy. If you don't have the guts, leave now."

Upon hearing what Miejue said, Zhang Wuji first turned his head to look at the Ming Cult disciples behind him.

After taking a deep breath, Zhang Wuji turned his head again, took a step forward, straightened his back, and looked directly at Abbess Miejue, slowly saying, "Since that's the case, this junior dares to ask Abbess Miejue to grant me a palm strike."

The voice wasn't loud, but it was as clear as a booming bell, and the tone was full of determination.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhang Wuji in utter astonishment.

Clearly, they hadn't expected Zhang Wuji to actually accept the bet.

Startled, Yang Yan circulated her true energy, enveloping herself, Gu Shaoan, and Zhou Zhiruo before speaking, "Senior brother, could it be that we misjudged him last time? Although this guy is young, he is exceptionally talented and possesses strength no less than that of our sect leader?"

In response to Yang Yan's question, Gu Shaoan chuckled and said, "There may be some people with exceptional talent, but in terms of strength, they probably aren't as strong as you and Senior Sister Zhou."

Since Zhang Wuji was able to appear here, he must have already completed the cultivation of all four volumes of the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Although Zhang Wuji had mastered the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he could not possibly have mastered every level of it to perfection like Gu Shaoan.

Otherwise, given the unique nature of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, Zhang Wuji would at least have reached the level of Qi Condensation and Yuan Formation in terms of internal energy cultivation.

Where else could one possibly reach the level of returning to one's original nature?

Moreover, with Gu Shaoan's current medical skills, he can tell some problems just by looking at Zhang Wuji's face.

At this moment, an unusual deep flush quickly appeared on Zhang Wuji's cheekbones, forehead, and sides of his nose, which was not simply a surge of blood and qi.

The blush resembled a steamed crab shell, its color dark yet intense, not evenly diffused, but rather subtly exhibiting a clustered, blocky appearance.

Especially under the sidelight, Gu Shaoan's sharp eyes seemed to be able to see the abnormally intense and slightly chaotic pulsation of the tiny blood vessels under the skin beneath the blush.

Based on Zhang Wuji's own cultivation of the "Nine Yang Divine Skill," Gu Shaoan was able to determine the condition within Zhang Wuji's body.

It's clear that the internal energy cultivation technique is still too shallow, with a single-minded pursuit of speed rather than stability, which has resulted in some hidden meridians involved in the "Nine Yang Divine Skill" not being opened yet.

This forces the powerful and pure Nine Yang True Qi within the body to be blocked in the meridians, resulting in a state of "obstruction and blockage".

The Nine Yang True Qi gathers and does not disperse at the ascending points of his main Du Meridian, Yang Wei Meridian, and Yang meridians of the hands and feet, which is why it rises to his face.

In other words, Zhang Wuji at this moment cannot even use the Nine Yang True Qi within his body freely.

Now, without superior martial arts skills, Zhang Wuji, relying on his partially mastered "Nine Yang Divine Skill," could barely withstand three blows from Abbess Miejue seven years ago.

Hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Yang Yan's eyelids twitched involuntarily, and she asked in astonishment, "Then where did he get the courage to take three blows from the sect leader's uncle?"

Gu Shaoan chuckled and said, "Because of ignorance, there is fearlessness."

If Zhang Wuji had entered the Hall of Light according to the procedure, he would have been able to open his own gate and achieve mastery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill by relying on the cold power of the Xuan Yin Finger, which was the culmination of Cheng Kun's decades of internal energy, and the Qiankun Yiqi Bag in the hands of the Cloth Bag Monk among the Five Wanderers.

Finally, after using the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth" to reach the Qi Condensation stage, he might still be able to put up a fight against Abbess Miejue, who now possesses martial arts such as the "Emei Nine Yang Manual" and the "Nine Yin Manual" and whose internal energy cultivation has reached the Qi Condensation stage.

But now, given Zhang Wuji's condition, if they didn't hold back, he would truly die if they even tried. Let alone three blows.

One slap and I'll kill you on the spot.

However, when Gu Shaoan looked at Zhang Wuji's face, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly at Zhang Wuji's extraordinary good fortune.

Because of the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm, when Zhang Wuji was in the Wudang Sect in his early years, Song Yuanqiao and others, and even Zhang Sanfeng, had to expend some of their internal energy to protect Zhang Wuji's eight extraordinary meridians before barely suppressing the cold poison in his body.

This allowed Zhang Wuji, despite his young age, to possess the skill levels of Zhang Sanfeng and Song Yuanqiao.

However, this power dispersed into Zhang Wuji's body, protecting his eight extraordinary meridians and heart meridian.

The cold poison brought by the Xuanming Divine Palm in his body later actually gave Zhang Wuji divine assistance when he was cultivating the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

Although it was only a few years, it was equivalent to more than ten years of cultivation for others.

In addition to refining the cold poison, Zhang Wuji also refined the internal energy that Zhang Sanfeng, Song Yuanqiao and others had originally injected into his body.

This is what made Zhang Wuji's skills far surpass those of his peers.

Otherwise, with Zhang Wuji's mastery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and his hastily acquired Great Shift of the Universe, he wouldn't have the strength to dominate the six major sects.

Not to mention the bewildered people around them.

Abbess Miejue, who had just proposed the bet, was a little confused when she saw Zhang Wuji stepping forward with a serious expression.

Given the bond between the Wudang and Emei sects, Abbess Miejue would neither want to nor deign to make things difficult for a junior like this young man.

The real intention behind making this request was simply to discourage Zhang Wuji from making a decision.

Who would have thought that this young man in front of them, who looked so handsome, actually had a stubborn streak and actually dared to agree?

For a moment, when Abbess Miejue looked at Zhang Wuji, a smile appeared on her face.

This laughter, however, was not out of admiration for Zhang Wuji, but rather out of anger.

Immediately, Abbess Miejue stopped talking and said in a deep voice, "Very well! It is true that new talents emerge in the martial world, and new people replace the old. This humble nun also wants to see what gives you the confidence to stand up for these demonic cultists."

Zhang Wuji seemed completely oblivious to Abbess Miejue's anger. After assuming a fighting stance, he said in a deep voice, "Please grant me your palm strike, Abbess."

"Humph!"

Seeing this, Miejue stopped talking nonsense, snorted coldly, and raised her right palm.

Her initial intention was simply to casually strike the boy with a palm, using a fraction of her internal energy to shake him away, causing some internal shock and letting him suffer a bit before it subsided on its own.

However, just as Abbess Miejue was circulating her true energy and raising her right palm, her peripheral vision suddenly swept over the many Emei disciples and Gu Shaoan.

Especially when she caught a glimpse of Gu Shaoan out of the corner of her eye, and then looked at Zhang Wuji opposite her, a sudden inspiration flashed in Abbess Miejue's mind.

"Wait a minute, could this kid be like Shao'an, who, despite his young age, is actually exceptionally talented and possesses strength far exceeding that of his peers? Otherwise, where would he get the confidence to withstand three of my blows?"

As soon as this thought arose, Abbess Miejue's contempt diminished, replaced by a sense of solemnity and vigilance.

Because of her concerns, Abbess Miejue mobilized another 10% more true energy, and her originally casual test palm strike suddenly changed.

The moment he appeared in front of Zhang Wuji in a whirlwind, he used the momentum of the spin to suddenly strike Zhang Wuji's chest with his arm, which was as supple as a pine branch.

With a slap, terrifying true energy and palm force gathered and condensed, yet not released, came fiercely towards Zhang Wuji with a muffled sound that tore through the air.

Seeing Abbess Miejue's actions, a hint of surprise flashed through Abbess Miejue's mind.

"The 'Pine Waves and Pine Moon' from the Golden Summit Cotton Palm? Senior Sister, are you getting serious?"

Just as Abbess Juechen realized something was wrong, her palm was already less than two feet away from Zhang Wuji.

Before the palm even landed, the force of the palm strike was so strong that Zhang Wuji felt a suffocating gust of wind rushing towards him.

Zhang Wuji was terrified and instinctively wanted to avoid it.

However, Abbess Miejue's palm strike was so fast and urgent that even if Zhang Wuji wanted to dodge, he wouldn't have had time to react.

Faced with this, Zhang Wuji could only grit his teeth and desperately circulate the Nine Yang True Qi within his body, drawing all of it to his chest, preparing to withstand Extinction's palm strike with his own Nine Yang True Qi.

The next second, the palm slammed down, and the moment it struck Zhang Wuji's chest, it made a "bang" sound like a muffled thunderclap.

Abbess Miejue did not use her full strength in this palm strike.

He only used 40% of his strength.

Even so, when this palm struck Zhang Wuji, Zhang Wuji's terrifying energy and true essence surged through his chest like a tidal wave.

Under this terrifying force and true essence, the Nine Yang True Qi that Zhang Wuji had gathered in his chest was like an eggshell being smashed by a warhammer, collapsing in an instant.

The remaining energy and true essence surged into Zhang Wuji's body with unstoppable force, sending him flying.

As if struck by a speeding chariot, the body was thrown uncontrollably backward, accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking inside.

"Wow--!"

While still in mid-air, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted from Zhang Wuji's mouth.

"boom!"

After flying back for a full two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters), Zhang Wuji's body finally fell from the air and crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The force of his body colliding with the ground, combined with the palm strike and true energy from Abbess Miejue's earlier attack, caused Zhang Wuji to cough up another mouthful of blood the moment he landed.

His entire being was extremely weak, and his face was as pale as tin foil, without a trace of color.

Large beads of cold sweat kept pouring from his forehead, and his lips kept moving due to the immense pain.

He was clearly too badly injured to get up.

"Ok?"

Looking at Zhang Wuji lying on the ground in the distance, with half of his life gone and almost on the verge of death, Abbess Miejue was stunned for a moment.

The next second, Abbess Miejue, who had come to her senses, pursed her lips tightly, and her usually cold and serious face was quickly filled with anger.

When his gaze fell on Zhang Wuji in the distance, his eyes were so cold they could freeze a person.

"Nonsense! With your meager strength, where did you get the audacity to take three blows from this humble nun? You're simply courting death! Is the Wudang Sect doomed? Zhang Sanfeng didn't know how to teach disciples, and now Song Yuanqiao and his gang don't know how to teach disciples either?"

As she spoke, Abbess Miejue cursed inwardly.

She had thought that Zhang Wuji's confident demeanor suggested he might be a hidden master.

Who would have thought that he was not a hidden talent at all, but just a clueless and arrogant young man.

It was upon seeing Zhang Wuji's serious injury that Gu Shaoan, who had remained motionless until then, stepped forward and instantly appeared in front of Zhang Wuji.

After briefly feeling Zhang Wuji's wrist with his fingers, Gu Shaoan raised his hand and pressed a few acupoints on Zhang Wuji's body. Then, he took out a healing pill from the Emei Sect, flicked it with his finger, and put it into Zhang Wuji's mouth.

"Circulate your true qi to absorb the medicinal power."

Upon hearing Gu Shaoan's words, Zhang Wuji disregarded everything else and immediately circulated his internal energy.

At the same time, Abbess Miejue had already flashed in front of Gu Shaoan.

When her gaze fell on Zhang Wuji, Abbess Miejue asked coldly, "How is it?"

In response to Abbess Miejue's question, Gu Shaoan replied truthfully: "If it were any other martial artist who had returned to the Innate Realm and had taken Master's palm strike head-on, they would probably be close to death by now. But this person's internal energy is special. When he was injured, his internal energy was already circulating to repair his meridians and internal organs. With the medicine that I just gave him, he should be fine in a few days."

Looking at Zhang Wuji lying on the ground like tin foil, his chest soaked with blood, Yang Yan exclaimed in surprise, "Such a serious injury, yet he recovered in just a few days. What kind of martial art does he practice? It's so powerful!"

Gu Shaoan circulated his true energy and his voice quietly rang in the ears of Abbess Miejue and the others: "This disciple can feel that the true energy in his body is similar to that of the Emei Nine Yang Skill and the Wudang Nine Yang Skill, but it is purer and has a stronger healing effect. If I am not mistaken, he should be practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill."

Abbess Miejue's eyes flashed, and she looked at Zhang Wuji on the ground again.

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