Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 145 Martial Arts Chaos, Ceasefire and Promote Benevolence (5K)
This surge of spiritual energy, sweeping across the famous mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, was finally discovered by those with discerning eyes after two days.

So the word spread quickly, and soon martial artists from all around the famous mountains and rivers of the Central Plains rushed toward the place where the spiritual energy was emerging.

Martial artists from Sichuan Province naturally flocked to Mount Qingcheng and Mount Emei.

In their perception, the closer they got to the two mountains, the denser the spiritual energy became, indicating that the problem lay with the two mountains.

Many martial artists have also noticed that this spiritual energy has an improving effect on their meridians and internal strength.

If they immediately sit cross-legged and absorb spiritual energy into their bodies, it will definitely be beneficial.

But people are always greedy; they feel that the benefits should not be limited to these.

What are the other benefits?
Nature is the source of spiritual energy.

At first, only a few people arrived from Qingcheng Mountain, but then dozens more rushed over.

Based on the idea that anyone with the affinity can cultivate, the Qingcheng Sword Sect specially set aside an open space in the sect's Taoist temple for these people to meditate and practice.

However, as time went on, by the third day, more than a hundred martial artists had flocked to the mountain.

When there are too many people, things become chaotic.

These people have varying degrees of talent and character.

Some unscrupulous people quickly turned the allocated land into a chaotic mess, making it impossible for many martial artists who were dedicated to their practice to cultivate.

Yu Zhengnan naturally wouldn't tolerate them and kicked all these unruly people out of the mountain gate.

These people were not about to give up. Since none of them dared to make a sound in front of the mountain gate, they started to fabricate lies and slander the Qingcheng Sword Sect online.

It is said that these famous sects must have treasures that come out of the mountains, and that one day of cultivation in the mountains is equivalent to one year of cultivation outside.

Their remarks are not unique; similar content has already appeared online.

After all, those who are dissatisfied are not limited to the Qingcheng area.

As a result, more and more people did this, and it quickly formed an online wave.

This trend shifted directly offline.

The overflowing spiritual energy had already been sensed by the nearby martial artists.

As a result, fueled by these individuals with ulterior motives, the entire martial arts world was instantly engulfed in flames.

Countless martial artists, hearing the news, rushed towards the various sects' gates.

Many ordinary netizens who are unable to cultivate martial arts, upon seeing this situation, not only did not remain indifferent, but instead took the opportunity to fan the flames, directly venting their inner resentment on the various sects.

They incited martial artists to break down the mountain gates, occupy famous mountains and rivers, and launch a massive uprising that would allow them to take over the place of the enemy.

As a result, the roads leading to famous mountains and rivers in the Central Plains were instantly crowded with all kinds of vehicles.

The police tried to maintain order and persuade the crowd to return, but with little success. In the end, their patrol car was overturned and the officers were placed under house arrest.

The consequence of disorder is increasingly congested traffic, making roads impassable and difficult to move.

If it were an ordinary person, they might just give up and wait.

But these people were all martial artists, each possessing martial arts skills, so many of them left the car and walked to their destination.

These people leaped and bounded along the mountain path, displaying their light-footed skills and moving swiftly. From a distance, they looked like a swarm of locusts.

People leave, but cars remain, making the road even harder to clear.

In the end, all the martial artists abandoned the cars and headed towards the famous mountains and rivers in a grand procession.

How could Mount Qingcheng be spared from the raging waves?

"We want to go into the mountains, why can't we? These mountains belong to the imperial court, we can't let you monopolize all the opportunities!"

"There are no opportunities on the mountain. Now spiritual energy is everywhere. It's the same everywhere. Everyone can just sit cross-legged and meditate."

"If I believed you, it wouldn't be that simple."

At the foot of Mount Qingcheng, a large group of martial artists arrived.

Feeling the surging waves of spiritual energy, they were all incredibly excited and rushed up the mountain.

They wouldn't listen to the Taoist priest's explanation at all.

The Taoist priests guarding Qingcheng Mountain tried their best to stop them, but how could they withstand such a large crowd?

Fortunately, these people were wary of the Qingcheng Sword Sect's reputation and did not dare to make a move. They simply used their movement skills to dart up the mountain.

When someone takes the lead, a chain reaction will naturally follow.

Seeing that they couldn't stop them, the Taoist priests could only rush up the mountain, preparing to make a final effort at the mountain gate.

They weren't afraid of these people coming up the mountain to seize any opportunities; the spiritual energy was there, and it didn't matter who absorbed it.

They were afraid that this group of people would tarnish the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

The martial artists sped along, and those with high martial arts skills arrived at the gates of the Qingcheng Sword Sect in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

"There's someone ahead!"

Just as more than ten highly skilled martial artists rushed to the mountain gate, preparing to enter the Taoist temple, they saw a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a long sword standing in front of the narrow mountain path.

"Everyone, the spiritual energy in the Qingcheng Sword Sect is the same as that in the outside world, and there is nothing special about it. You can simply meditate and absorb it here."

The middle-aged Taoist priest spoke in a loud voice.

"We need to go in and see for ourselves before we'll feel at ease."

After speaking in a cold voice, one of them glanced at the crowd chasing after him, and without saying another word, rushed inside.

"The mighty power of heaven, the thunderous roar, all heavenly thunder, heed my command, swiftly!"

The middle-aged man stepped with the Thunder-Invoking Steps and formed the Thunder-Invoking Sword Incantation with his hands. Instantly, a bolt of lightning followed the longsword and struck out, leaving a long, dark trail on the mountain path.

"Master Xiantian!"

The group of people who were running wildly were startled by the power of the thunder. Their bodies trembled involuntarily, and they immediately stopped in their tracks.

"Those who trespass will be like this stone!"

The middle-aged man said in a cold voice.

"Do you Qingcheng people bully others by relying on your power?"

One person said angrily.

"With this time, you might as well meditate and cultivate your inner energy, instead of wasting this heaven-sent opportunity."

The middle-aged man said coldly.

"How many of us can you stop? Can you stop everyone?"

The man jumped back a distance, shouting with a fierce but weak voice.

The middle-aged man wielding the sword was none other than Daoist Yunhao.

Upon hearing his words, Yun Hao narrowed his brows, and in a flash, he arrived beside the man, striking down with two fingers to freeze him in place.

"I can't control what happens to others, but at least your chance is gone!"

After saying that, Yun Hao instantly returned to his original spot, still coldly staring at the entrance to the mountain.

This person stood out like a statue on the mountain rock.

The others looked at each other, unsure whether to move or not.

They didn't believe the people of Qingcheng would dare to kill someone, as that would easily incur public wrath.

But they're afraid of being hit by acupuncture points.

Once the acupoints are pressed, let's not even talk about whether the pressure can be released. Even if it can be released, who will release it for them?

In times like these, who cares about them?

Opportunities always end up going to other people!
Just as they were hesitating, more and more people surged forward. When they saw the group of people standing there, they all slowed down their pace with caution.

"Those who cross this line will be just like this person!"

Yun Hao flicked his finger, instantly piercing a small hole in the clothes of the man who had used acupuncture techniques.

The man remained silent, his eyes filled with terror and sorrow.

"Damn it, there are so many of us, what are we afraid of him for!"

Some people were indignant and led the charge.

So seven or eight daring ones instantly used their lightness skills to dart towards the mountain gate.

They were fast, but Daoist Yunhao was even faster.

In the blink of an eye, the group was frozen in place, just like the people before them.

The others who went up the mountain were terrified when they saw this.

"Such speed! That's the speed of a Grandmaster!"

Seeing that everyone had stopped, Yun Hao's eyes flashed with a cold light. He moved swiftly and in a few quick steps, he dragged the frozen people directly onto the mountain path.

Then, with a flick of his wrist, he arranged them in a row like chess pieces, blocking the intersection.

Those who went up the mountain looked at each other, their faces twitching.

This Taoist priest looks quite handsome, but I never expected him to be so sinister.

At that moment, no one dared to move.

Everyone is afraid of becoming the one to stick their neck out.

They remain still, but the people below the mountain will not stop their steps.

In just a short while, more than three hundred people had gathered in front of the Qingcheng Sword Sect's mountain gate.

"Why are you pushing? If you're so capable, go up there yourself."

"Who are you yelling at? I'll chop you in half with one palm!"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The already narrow mountain path became even more congested as the two fought.

It was as chaotic as a market.

Just then, a figure leaped onto the mountain path. This person was fair-skinned and beardless, wearing a light-colored long robe, looking like a martial arts master.

With a swift movement, he subdued the two troublemakers.

At the same time, he said loudly, "Everyone, since we are all here for an opportunity, what can we expect by staying here?"

"Since it's an opportunity, why not go for it all at once? Even if he has three heads and six arms, how many can he really hold back?"

"Do you really want this opportunity to slip through your fingers?"

No sooner had this person finished speaking than several more figures darted out at the same time.

These people all possessed restrained divine light and extraordinary lightness skills, clearly indicating they were at least experts in the True Qi Condensation Realm. "Yes, everyone, let's go!"

Someone shouted.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately became eager to try it out.

Yun Hao glanced at him coldly, and the person who had spoken quickly shrank back into the group, not daring to step forward.

The crowd immediately calmed down.

"Whizzing!"

Just as everyone was hesitating, dozens of figures suddenly darted toward the Qingcheng Mountain gate.

"Holy crap, who is it?!"

"Which bastard ambushed me?!"

These people were all flailing their arms and cursing in the air, clearly having been restrained from behind and thrown out.

"Come on!"

Seeing this, the remaining people no longer cared about anything else. As soon as someone rushed out, they desperately used their lightness skills to rush into the mountain gate.

The law does not punish the masses. I don't believe that once people are imprisoned, the Qingcheng Sword Sect will risk being the target of public criticism and incurring public wrath.

Yun Hao frowned and quickly used his lightness skill to stop the people in front of him, but there were too many people coming up. Even if he could kill them one by one with a palm strike, he couldn't stop the martial artists who had already gone too far.

Even with the Qingcheng disciples forming a defensive line behind them.

However, the enemy had a large number of people, and the disciples couldn't stop many of them at all.

At this time, martial artists continued to pour towards the mountain gate from the foot of the mountain.

"Buzz, whoosh..."

Just then, a mournful flute sound rang out, its beautiful melody instantly resounding throughout the noisy Qingcheng Mountain gate.

"what!"

"What is this sound!"

The warriors who rushed forward were all like drunkards, clutching their heads and staggering.

In just a moment, he rolled on the ground, kicking and struggling.

"Keep your mind focused, meditate and cultivate your inner energy; remain calm even if the sky falls, and be serene and composed!"

As the flute music began, a sound similar to a secret, penetrating whisper also slowly rose from within.

Those with profound inner strength, upon hearing this, all sat cross-legged and silently circulated their inner energy.

As expected, the headache and dizziness disappeared after this process, and instead, I felt a unique energy nourishing my internal strength.

Someone demonstrated, and the crowd, who were still struggling, immediately followed suit and began to meditate.

As a result, fewer and fewer people were rolling on the ground, and more and more people were meditating.

The flute music grew increasingly melodious!

When everyone in the room was sitting cross-legged and no one was resisting anymore.

A figure dressed in a blue Taoist robe floated out of the Taoist temple, seemingly passing through the air.

The man holding a long flute, with a handsome face and upright posture, was none other than Zhao Rui!
With Zhao Rui's appearance, the flute music no longer carried any enchanting magic, leaving only a beautiful melody that floated melodiously in front of the mountain gate.

Sensing the change in the flute music, the warriors opened their eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

When they saw Zhao Rui floating in mid-air, as if he were a god walking, they were all shocked.

Even a grandmaster couldn't do that!
A quick-witted person immediately knelt down, kowtowed, and cried out, "Please accept me as your disciple, senior. I am willing to serve you for life."

Once it happened, it happened again, and the entire area in front of the mountain gate instantly knelt down.

Seeing this, Zhao Rui said loudly, "Qingcheng Mountain is opening its gates wide today. Those who are destined may enter and listen to the wonderful teachings of Qingcheng!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeve and opened the mountain gate. At the same time, his figure blurred and disappeared from everyone's sight.

The martial artists were overjoyed. They got up one by one, no longer daring to be arrogant, and instead carefully walked towards the mountain gate.

Seeing this, the Qingcheng disciples felt extremely proud. They stood tall and proud, holding their long swords, and lined up in two rows at the entrance, watching the group of martial artists enter the temple.

These people were so arrogant before, even trying to force their way into the Qingcheng Sword Sect, but now they're like little quails.

How dare they act recklessly?

This is all thanks to the intimidation of the young elder!

At the Qingcheng Sword Sect's martial arts training ground, there were originally dozens of people meditating. However, as people from the foot of the mountain gradually poured in, the entire training ground was filled in no time.

Using this vast spiritual energy, Zhao Rui used the Void Walk technique to slowly land on the high platform of the martial arts arena.

"Today we will expound the wondrous methods of Qingcheng, the Tai Su Qi Refining Technique..."

Zhao Rui lowered his eyelids slightly and began to explain a Qingcheng Sword Sect martial art that he had recently compiled.

At this moment, the tide is turning.

It's unlikely that anyone can remain uninvolved.
It would be easy to drive all these people out, but it would do them no good in the long run.

If Qingcheng Mountain wants to protect itself, it cannot rely solely on the few big and small cats inside the gate.

External personnel are also important.

Those who came up the mountain were mostly martial artists from the Qingcheng Mountain area, and they were all more or less protected by the Qingcheng Sword Sect.

If one is persistent, learning this martial art can be considered a good deed, and one can wait for future developments.

As Zhao Rui's voice rang out, the hundreds of people below the stage fell silent, listening intently.

The resounding voice echoed throughout the entire Qingcheng Mountain.

The land of China!

The turmoil caused by the spreading spiritual energy gradually subsided as the energy expanded and the martial artist's body underwent transformation.

At this time, the spiritual energy in many places is the same as that of famous mountains and rivers, with no difference in intensity.

A martial artist who has undergone a spiritual baptism will be unable to generate any other changes within their body.

Order was restored throughout the Central Plains.

The police officers seemed to have forgotten what had happened before.

Only the bloodstains being cleaned up in front of some major sects indicate that the conflict was not as peaceful as it seemed.

At the foot of Mount Qingcheng, groups of martial artists emerged from the Taoist temple in an orderly fashion, escorted by Qingcheng disciples.

We followed the mountain path back down the mountain.

The baptism they experienced at Qingcheng Mountain these past few days not only transformed their bodies but also profoundly impacted their minds.

Whether it's martial arts or the Taoist philosophy of Qingcheng.

Whether it's Zhao Rui's profound knowledge or his magnanimous heart.

These are all things that my restless mind could not comprehend before I came here.

Those few experts at the True Qi Realm who led the trouble earlier felt the most pain and were now filled with the most regret.

"Elder, we know that we are dull-witted and dare not hope to enter the Qingcheng Sect. However, we have received this kindness and have no way to repay it. If Qingcheng has any orders in the future, we will do our best to sacrifice ourselves."

One person took the lead, knelt down, and kowtowed three times to Zhao Rui.

He's old enough to be Zhao Rui's grandfather.

Zhao Rui helped him up with a flick of his sleeve, his face gentle, and said, "It's all a matter of fate, there's no need to force it. Cultivating the Tao is about cultivating the mind. Once you enter the gate, you will leave the gate. If you have the Tao in your heart, the Tao is everywhere! Disperse!"

Upon hearing this, the group raised their eyebrows slightly. The elder's meaning was clearly that he acknowledged their desire to respect Qingcheng.

After bowing in thanks once more, they turned and descended the mountain.

"If Elder Zhao hadn't been there, this matter would have been very difficult to resolve. I wonder how things are on the Emei side!"

Master Yu said slowly.

"Emei is a large and powerful family. Even if there are several times more of them, they probably won't be able to harm them in the slightest."

Yun Hao looked into the distance and frowned as he spoke.

At this moment, Mount Emei is a hundred miles away.

With a smile, the monk Zhisheng looked down at the many monks and said, "The great cause is accomplished!"

"Uncle-Master, when will our fellow disciples from Guixu be able to return?"

An old monk from the Emei Sect with long eyebrows clasped his hands together and asked a question.

"But we still need to work together from the inside and outside, otherwise those who have returned to the Ruins will find it difficult to return easily."

"We will certainly do our utmost!"

"After being cleansed by this spiritual energy, the disciples' skills will definitely be greatly improved. Everyone, don't just sit idly by, hurry up and assemble the sword formation..."

"It's Uncle Master!"

The monks responded in unison.

Zhisheng nodded, got up from the altar, and slowly walked out of the main hall.

His gaze pierced through layers of clouds and mist, looking towards Mount Qingcheng, a hundred miles away.

"I wonder how things are going in Qingcheng? With you here, young fellow Daoist, there shouldn't be any problems!"

……

The incident of spiritual energy overflow allowed martial artists in the Central Plains to enter a rare period of rest and recuperation.

Many martial artists who have undergone rigorous training have made significant breakthroughs within a certain period of time.

The speed at which a person can convert internal energy has clearly improved qualitatively.

Cultivation occupies most of the martial artists' time.

Some people get opportunities, while others end up with nothing.

Martial arts students in universities located in major cities do not have this opportunity.

Firstly, they were too far away, and by the time they received the message, it was already too late.

Secondly, since they are students and are under the supervision of the school, only a minority actually sneak out.

However, these people are all martial artists with exceptional talent. As long as spiritual energy spreads in the future, they will still have the opportunity to undergo baptism and improve their meridians.

Following this incident, the imperial court intensified its efforts to register martial artists and launched a new round of information collection.

Information was collected from everyone, regardless of whether they were on the payroll or not.

(End of this chapter)