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Chapter 349: The main event begins.
As the bell tolled, Gongzi Yu exhaled a breath of stale air and said, "Things are about to begin. As for my affairs, let's talk about them after things are settled at Wudang!"

Gu Shaoan nodded slightly in response.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Almost as soon as Gongzi Yu finished speaking, several figures quickly ascended to the mountaintop entrance and rushed towards the Zhenwu Hall.

A few breaths later, as the group approached, Gu Shaoan was able to see their identities through the light from the lamps hanging under the eaves of the Zhenwu Hall.

It was Zhang Songxi, Yu Daiyan, and Song Qingshu.

On Song Qingshu's back was Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang and the acting head of the sect.

At this moment, Song Yuanqiao's eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and what was most shocking was his lips, which were a strange deep purple-black color, gleaming ominously in the lantern light. It was clear that he had been poisoned and that the poison had invaded his heart, and his life was hanging by a thread.

However, as his gaze focused on Song Yuanqiao's face, Gu Shaoan raised an eyebrow, then his expression returned to its usual calm.

Just as the group rushed into the Zhenwu Hall, at Gongzi Yu's signal, the maid wearing a snow-white veil slowly squatted down and gently lifted three roof tiles, allowing the people on the roof to see clearly the situation inside the Zhenwu Hall below.

At this moment, Song Qingshu carefully squatted down inside the main hall. Zhang Songxi and Yu Daiyan helped Song Yuanqiao up and sat down on either side of him. The two of them then sat down next to Song Yuanqiao.

Yu Daiyan placed his palms against Song Yuanqiao's "Lingtai" and "Zhiyang" acupoints on the back of his heart, while Zhang Songxi put his two fingers together and pressed them against Song Yuanqiao's "Shanzhong" and "Zigong" acupoints on his chest.

The true essence within his body surged, and his own pure Wudang Pure Yang Wuji Gong true essence transformed into two warm, long, and vibrant heat currents, continuously pouring into Song Yuanqiao's body, intending to protect his heart meridian, temporarily resist the invasion of toxins, and keep him alive.

Upon seeing this, Song Qingshu immediately shouted at the Wudang disciples who were on duty in the main hall, "What are you all standing there for? Go and fetch our grandmaster!"

After the two Wudang disciples on duty used their full-speed lightness skills to rush out of the side gate and head towards the back mountain, Song Qingshu anxiously returned to Song Yuanqiao and the others.

Under the lights of the Zhenwu Hall, Song Qingshu's gaze was unfathomable as he looked at Song Yuanqiao, whose face was as pale as paper.

The alarm bells had barely faded when the chaos and anxiety inside the Zhenwu Hall reached their peak.

As time went by, more and more Wudang disciples were startled by the bell and the commotion, rushing from various courtyards, side halls, and mountain patrol points to gather inside and outside the Zhenwu Hall.

Everyone wore expressions of fear and disbelief, whispering and anxiously looking around, crowding the hall but not daring to get too close to the central area.

After several Wudang elders who were skilled in medicine entered the Zhenwu Hall, they saw that Song Yuanqiao was poisoned and immediately stepped forward to take his pulse.

But a moment later, these Wudang elders, who were skilled in medicine, shook their heads, stood up, and retreated.

Upon seeing this, Song Qingshu couldn't help but grab a Wudang elder by the collar and growl, "What kind of poison did my father suffer from?"

Faced with Song Qingshu's loss of composure, the captured Wudang elder shook his head and said, "His pulse is fluctuating, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. With our medical skills, it is indeed difficult to identify what kind of poison he has been poisoned with."

Upon hearing this, Song Qingshu gritted his teeth and threw the Wudang elder aside.

"By the way, where's Zhang Wuji? Didn't he study medicine with Hu Qingniu? He always acts so important. Where is he?"

But seeing Song Qingshu, who was now enraged and had lost all sense of proportion, no one present dared to answer.

Immediately afterward, the sound of air being torn apart came one after another, and three more figures shot into the hall like lightning. They were the other three of the Seven Heroes of Wudang who had rushed over after hearing the news—Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu!

When the three noticed Song Yuanqiao, whose eyes were closed, face ashen, and lips black, in the center of the hall, as well as Zhang Songxi and Yu Daiyan, who were desperately channeling their inner energy and whose faces were already pale, their expressions changed drastically. They all rushed to Song Yuanqiao's side and sat down cross-legged.

They all poured their own power into Song Yuanqiao and the others.

The five of them gathered together, even at the cost of their own vital energy, just to keep Song Yuanqiao alive. This scene made all the Wudang disciples around feel both deep camaraderie and sorrow and anger.

However, the poison that Song Yuanqiao was poisoned with was far too domineering and bizarre.

Even with the combined efforts of the five people, although they could temporarily slow the loss of his life force, the deathly pallor on Song Yuanqiao's face remained intense. His purplish lips darkened, even beginning to turn slightly black, and the purplish-black veins faintly emerging under his skin seemed to be spreading.

Meanwhile, Yu Lianzhou and the other four, who had been continuously and intensely outputting their true energy, had cold sweat pouring down their foreheads, and their faces were turning pale at a visible speed. Their breathing became heavy, clearly indicating that their true energy had been greatly depleted and they were nearing their limit.

Taking in this scene, Gu Shaoan sighed softly.

Even if Song Yuanqiao and others weren't exceptionally talented, they were still far beyond what ordinary people could achieve to be Zhang Sanfeng's disciples.

Logically speaking, Song Yuanqiao and the others, even at their worst, should have reached the level of Qi Condensation and Yuan Formation in their internal energy cultivation, just like Abbess Miejue.

However, more than a decade ago, when Zhang Wuji was afflicted by the Xuanming Divine Palm, Song Yuanqiao and others expended their own internal energy to try to remove the poison from Zhang Wuji.

Now she is expending her own power to help Song Yuanqiao suppress the toxins in his body.

Having expended their energy twice in succession, it can be said that the progress of Yu Daiyan and the other four, including Zhang Songxi, was greatly affected.

Although the group knew this, they still did not hesitate at all when faced with Song Yuanqiao's question.

This is why Abbess Miejue used to say that the Seven Heroes of Wudang were foolish and stuck in their ways, but she would praise their character to the skies.

The atmosphere inside the hall was so oppressive it was suffocating. Song Qingshu clenched his fists so tightly that his fingernails pierced his palms and bled without him noticing. He could only stare intently at his father, his eyes already filled with tears.

"Om~"

Just then, a gentle yet overwhelming invisible force seemed to arise out of thin air.

The moment it appeared, it gently brushed over the bodies of Yu Lianzhou, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, Zhang Songxi, and Yu Daiyan, like the gentlest breeze, yet carrying an irresistible and immense power, steadily "pushing" the five of them away from Song Yuanqiao by three feet, while simultaneously and cleverly shattering the unsustainable connection of their true essence with Song Yuanqiao.

At the same time, a grayish-blue figure appeared beside Song Yuanqiao without warning, as if by teleportation.

A large, fat hand rested on Song Yuanqiao's shoulder.

Who else could it be but Zhang Sanfeng?
"Master!"

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

In an instant, all the Wudang disciples in the Zhenwu Hall, from the Seven Heroes to ordinary disciples, were greatly invigorated. Zhang Sanfeng seemed oblivious to the shouts and stares around him, his attention completely focused on Song Yuanqiao.
In just a dozen breaths, Song Yuanqiao's body trembled slightly, and the stubborn ashen look on his face faded a little at a visible speed. Although his lips were still purplish, anyone with eyes could tell that Song Yuanqiao's complexion had improved.

A few breaths later, Zhang Sanfeng's hand on Song Yuanqiao's shoulder suddenly trembled.

Song Yuanqiao's body trembled, and then he vomited a mouthful of black blood.

A cloyingly sweet and slightly fishy smell immediately spread throughout the Zhenwu Hall.

Even the disciples standing at the door could clearly smell it.

Even after forcing the poisonous blood out of Song Yuanqiao's body, Zhang Sanfeng still did not withdraw his hand.

Seeing this, Zhang Songxi couldn't help but ask, "Master, is there poison in Senior Brother's body?"

Faced with Zhang Songxi's question, Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "The toxins in Yuanqiao's body are special and have already invaded his internal organs and meridians. With my skill, if I were to force all these toxins out of his body, all his meridians would probably be damaged. I can't force it. Right now, I can only use my internal energy to temporarily stabilize his condition. We'll wait for Wuji to come over later and see if he can identify the toxins in Yuanqiao's body."

Then Zhang Sanfeng asked, "What exactly happened? He was fine this afternoon, how did he end up like this?"

Zhang Songxi said urgently, "As Master instructed, we took Qingshu to the city to buy things. When we were on our way back, we passed the birch forest ten miles away at the foot of the mountain and suddenly encountered a group of masked men. Although there were not many of them, there were four Qi Condensation Realm martial artists among them. After we escaped, we rushed back, but on the way up the mountain, we found that our senior brother had fainted on the steps."

After listening to Zhang Songxi's words, Yu Lianzhou frowned and said, "We were suddenly attacked without warning, and even our senior brother was inexplicably poisoned and collapsed on the mountain steps. Who exactly is targeting Wudang?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Daiyan, Yin Liting, and the others all looked rather grim.

Especially when they looked at Song Yuanqiao, who was still unconscious, the murderous intent in their eyes was almost impossible to conceal.

Just as everyone was speculating about who had attacked the Wudang Sect today, Zhang Wuji used his lightness skill to enter the Zhenwu Hall through a side door.

After entering the main hall, Zhang Wuji did not slow down.

The moment his gaze locked onto Song Yuanqiao in front of Zhang Sanfeng, he roared, "Grandmaster, be careful! The senior master in front of you is a fake!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure, under the full force of "Ladder to the Clouds," transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing straight towards "Song Yuanqiao," who was sitting cross-legged in front of Zhang Sanfeng, having just vomited poisonous blood and seemingly on the verge of death, and struck him with a palm.

This turn of events came too suddenly. Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief because Song Yuanqiao's condition had improved, were all shocked when they saw Zhang Wuji approaching at lightning speed. They instinctively tried to use their lightness skills to block him.

However, they had just exhausted all their true essence and energy by transferring their power to Song Yuanqiao to save his life. At this moment, their bodies were empty, so how could they possibly stop Zhang Wuji?
In his desperation, Song Qingshu roared like a mad tiger: "Zhang Wuji! How dare you!"

Seeing Zhang Wuji's murderous aura, Zhang Sanfeng remained expressionless, keeping one hand on Song Yuanqiao's shoulder while raising the other.

However, just as Zhang Sanfeng raised his right hand, he suddenly let out a muffled groan.

All the onlookers saw was Zhang Sanfeng's rosy, baby-like face suddenly turn a terrifying bluish-black color without warning.

It's clearly a sign of poisoning.

As Zhang Wuji lunged at him, Zhang Sanfeng shifted his body to the side, blocking Song Yuanqiao's path and using his back to shield Song Yuanqiao from the blow.

"puff--!"

A dull thud sounded as meat was struck.

Zhang Sanfeng trembled violently, and his dark blue face instantly turned ashen.

Then, a mouthful of dark red blood, with a faint hint of sweetness and an unusual fishy smell, gushed out of his mouth and splattered onto the smooth stone slabs on the ground, a shocking sight!
"Master!"

"Master!"

"Grandmaster!"

Inside the Zhenwu Hall, all the Wudang disciples, from the Seven Heroes to ordinary disciples, showed drastic changes in expression.

Looking at Zhang Sanfeng, whom he had injured with a single palm strike, Zhang Wuji felt the color drain from his face at a visible speed. He hurriedly withdrew his hand and said, "Master, Grandmaster, Wuji didn't mean to. Miss Qin just sent a message saying that someone was impersonating your senior uncle and trying to assassinate you. Wuji was just worried about you getting hurt, not that he wanted to attack you on purpose."

Zhang Sanfeng coughed twice, turned to look at Zhang Wuji and said, "Your grandmaster is old, but not so confused that he can't recognize the true essence in his disciple's body. The true essence in his body is a special true essence from cultivating the Pure Yang Limitless Skill. No outsider can fake it. This is your grandmaster uncle."

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words, Zhang Wuji's panic intensified: "But, but Miss Qin's message clearly stated, 'Senior Uncle, Senior Uncle...'"

Zhang Wuji

However, before Zhang Wuji could explain, a low growl filled with endless grief, rage, and murderous intent burst forth from the depths of Song Qingshu's throat.

Immediately afterwards, Song Qingshu drew his longsword with fierce force, its cold light reflecting off the candlelight in the hall, and thrust it straight toward Zhang Wuji's chest with resolute killing intent.

At this moment, Zhang Wuji was in a panic because he had accidentally injured Zhang Sanfeng and was receiving news from Qin Mengyao. When he saw Song Qingshu's resentful sword coming at him, he didn't have time to think. His right hand drew a smooth arc, seemingly slow, but actually accurately hitting Song Qingshu's wrist holding the sword.

A gentle yet irresistible coiling force has already been released, gently guiding and pulling.

As Song Qingshu's sword, imbued with all his fury, grazed past Zhang Wuji's clothes, Zhang Wuji's left hand had already pressed against Song Qingshu's elbow, and he pushed it away with the force of the blow.

"what!"

Song Qingshu felt a subtle force coming from him, which not only neutralized his forward momentum but also pushed him back several steps involuntarily.

But before Song Qingshu could make another move, Zhang Sanfeng had already placed his hand on his shoulder.

Not only did it help Song Qingshu dissipate the impact, but a gentle force also penetrated in, instantly calming the surging true energy within Song Qingshu's body.

"clap clap"

Just then, a clapping sound suddenly came from outside the Zhenwu Hall.

The sudden applause that entered the hall drew everyone's attention.

(End of this chapter)