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

Chapter 167: Adjust to the wind
"Director Wang, is there any law that states that one cannot use the name 'Qingcheng' once they leave Qingcheng Mountain?"

Yu Zhengnan's face darkened. No matter how much he thought about it, he never expected that the other party would start with his name.

This is to completely sever ties between the Qingcheng Sword Sect and Qingcheng Mountain.

To sever the historical lineage of the Qingcheng Sword Sect at its root.

What a vicious heart!

"Sect Leader Yu, if you have any objections to the decision of our Martial Arts Association, you can file for administrative reconsideration!"

Director Wang glared at Zheng Nan, clearly uncomfortable with his questioning.

A person who's like a stray dog ​​doesn't dare to challenge me.

Master Yu was furious. He stood up abruptly, his eyes narrowed, and shouted, "How can you make such a decision without any basis? My Qingcheng Sword Sect has been passed down from the Qingcheng Sect for nearly a thousand years. How can you erase it with a simple statement that it cannot be used?"

"What are you yelling about? You call yourself the leader of a sect? Do you have the right to question Director Wang?"

The Qingcheng Sect member, Cangsong Daoren, continued to shout coldly, "Qingcheng Sect? I don't remember having a branch like yours!"

"you……"

Yu Zhengnan was about to argue further when Zhao Rui pulled him back, saying, "Senior brother, don't be hasty! It's just a name anyway."

"Junior Brother Zhao!"

Yu Zhengnan was extremely anxious; this wasn't about the name.

"This young man has a good eye; it's just a name, after all. Haha."

Cangsong laughed loudly.

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall shook their heads. The Qingcheng Sword Sect had indeed declined to such an extent that it could not even keep its name.

Just then, Zhao Rui's voice continued to ring out leisurely.

"Since Director Wang said that we don't need Qingcheng Mountain because we're not in Qingcheng Mountain, then let's go back there, Senior Brother!"

These words caused an uproar, and everyone turned to look at Zhao Rui and the others.

"You have some nerve! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror?"

"Who are you? Your mouth stinks so badly. Others might piss to attract attention, but you probably just drank it!"

Everyone else is planning to change your name, so why are you being polite to them?

"Boy, you are courting death!"

"You dared to fight and kill in front of Emei monks and imperial officials. Anyone who didn't know better would think this was Qingcheng Mountain. The imperial court's surname is... Excuse me, what's your name again?"

The pine tree was filled with rage. It had never been mocked like this before. It immediately raised its hand and unleashed a gust of wind.

Yu Zhengnan was terrified and was about to get up and dodge when he saw Zhao Rui step forward, open his right hand, and grab the ball of wind in his palm as if he were catching a ball.

"Your Qingcheng martial arts skills aren't very good. It's been over five hundred years, and the lineage has been broken! Come to my Qingcheng Sword Sect. Considering your age, I'll let you be my grand-disciple and teach you a few moves."

Zhao Rui snorted coldly, knowing that whether they tolerated it or not, the other party had no intention of letting their Qingcheng Sword Sect off the hook.

"That's unreasonable!"

Cangsong was consumed by rage. He had been an elder in Qingcheng for so many years, and he had never suffered such an insult.

In an instant, he flashed forward and charged towards Zhao Rui.

Monk Zhishan narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not stop him. Since you've come out to confront me head-on, you must be able to bear the consequences of that confrontation.

Anyone can talk a good game.

"Today, I will let you taste the power of the authentic Qingcheng martial arts!"

With a wave of his hand, Cangsong transformed it into a giant hand, meters long and square in diameter, which, like a fan, pressed down on Zhao Rui and the others.

"Danyang Palm? Coincidentally, I know that too!"

This is one of the Qingcheng martial arts techniques that Zhao Rui restored. When practiced to a high level, it can transform the universe and condense the elixir to restore life, making it quite powerful.

However, it's not considered top-tier.

Zhao Rui crushed the qi vortex with his right hand, and his true qi burst forth, transforming into a giant palm the size of a millstone, which collided with the opponent's Danyang Palm with a loud bang.

The two palm strikes canceled each other out and annihilated each other in mid-air, turning into dust that scattered in all directions.

In an instant, Cangsong arrived, and the two began to fight.

Streaks of true energy emanated from the area, and everyone present quickly rose to their feet and dodged.

“Zen Master Zhishan, you are acting so presumptuously on Mount Emei. Are you not going to do anything about it?”

Yu Zhengnan, worried about Zhao Rui's safety, said anxiously.

“Amitabha, in the end, this is your own business in Qingcheng, and it is really not appropriate for this old monk to interfere.”

Zhi Shan clasped his hands in reverence and said.

"Since it's their family matter, why can't you let them use the name Qingcheng?"

The young master of the Tang Clan, who had entered the mountain earlier, couldn't help but sneer.

Upon hearing this, Tang Aiguo felt a chill run down his spine and quickly turned to the eldest son of the Tang family, bowing his hands in a pleading manner.

He was being gestured to stay out of this mess.

Then he turned to Zen Master Zhishan and the others, clasped his hands in greeting, and said with an embarrassed expression, "Young Master is young and unaware of the conflict. Please forgive him."

Everyone's attention was focused on Zhao Rui and his companion in the room, so they naturally didn't bother to argue with a mere teenager.

"The light of a firefly rivals that of the sun and moon; how can a frog at the bottom of a well be worthy of seeing my divine form and might?"

Seeing that Zhao Rui had actually withstood his attack, Cangsong became furious and stopped holding back. His true energy swirled around him, and suddenly the phantom of a towering tree appeared behind him.

The phantom transformed into a streak of light and instantly crashed into Zhao Rui.

"Is this the Dharma Aspect Realm?"

Yu Zhengnan was so frightened that he was completely terrified. He never imagined that any random elder in Qingcheng was a master of the Dharma Aspect Realm.

How can we fight this!
"stop!"

Yu Zhengnan roared out, about to once again use the "surrender technique".

Unfortunately, the giant tree phantom did not understand his command and continued to crash straight into Zhao Rui.

"My Qingcheng Sword Sect, since it bears the name of a sword sect, how can it not have sword techniques!"

"The mighty power of heaven, all evils flee in terror, all heavenly thunder, obey my command, swiftly!"

Zhao Rui stood in the void, and suddenly countless sword energy phantoms surged around him, like transparent swords, swirling around him.

He formed a sword incantation with his hands, pointed his finger into the air, and a bolt of lightning exploded in the sky.

A loud boom echoed throughout the entire hall.

Everyone present was shocked.

Is this martial arts invoking the might of heaven?
"Lightning strikes the soul, sword energy returns to its true form, the void takes shape, and the thunder sword vanquishes evil!"

Zhao Rui shouted, and the sword energy surrounding him suddenly solidified into real swords, which flashed with lightning and shot towards the giant tree phantom in front of him.

With a single strike, the illusory figure was shattered, and the sword light, undiminished, continued to strike the pine tree.

The Taoist Cangsong was greatly alarmed. He clasped his hands together, and giant trees appeared before him, transforming into ancient and old beech trees.

Block in front of you.

"The Qingcheng Sword Sect actually has a Dharma Aspect Realm expert! How is that possible?"

The person most shocked and bewildered at this moment was Director Wang on the stage.

He was certain that the Qingcheng Sword Sect had no top-tier experts at the Divine Void Realm or even the Dharma Aspect Realm, and that they were destined to be wiped out in the future.

Only then did they readily agree to the Qingcheng Sect's demands.

If he had known that the Qingcheng Sword Sect also had Dharma Aspect Realm cultivators, he wouldn't have dared to do it even if he had a hundred lives!

"Oh no! What should we do?!"

Director Wang's round face scrunched up like a bitter gourd.

Unlike his focus, the many martial arts masters present were more astonished by Zhao Rui's method of summoning lightning. "This is a lightning-summoning exorcism spell! He actually used Taoist magic to control a lightning sword!"

Just as everyone's pupils contracted slightly, each lost in their own thoughts,

The giant tree in the arena had been reduced to nothingness, completely obliterated by the sword light.

Cangsong was shocked. He frantically channeled his true energy, pressed his hands to the ground, and then pulled out a huge vine.

The vines grew larger and larger, and soon formed a barrier resembling a shield.

The lightning sword light struck it, dissipating in one layer only to reappear in another, seemingly endless.

"The Pine Immortal intends to use his profound true essence to wear down the manifestation of his sword intent."

"Yes, he realized that the other party was young and that even if he advanced to the Dharma Aspect Realm, his skill level wouldn't be very high."

"Although he couldn't break through the defenses, Cangsong was also no match for his thunderous sword energy, so it was a draw. However, the Qingcheng Sect is much more powerful..."

The crowd whispered among themselves and shook their heads.

Many of those present also had powerful figures from Guixu in their families. Some were not only disciples of the same sect, but also members of the same branch and clan.

But damn it, can two branches that separated more than 500 years ago still be considered one family?
If it weren't for the fact that we couldn't beat them militarily, who would want to submit and humble themselves!
How many disputes have arisen because of this?
With the emergence of the Qingcheng Sword Sect in Sichuan Province, does that mean other provinces can smoothly hand over power?
It wasn't until the imperial court tacitly approved that the other side was subdued by their ridiculously strong power.

Everyone sighed with regret and eagerly awaited the next developments of the Qingcheng Sect.

However, it seems that the Qingcheng Sword Sect has stopped here for now.

Just as everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Zhao Rui suddenly stopped his hand gestures, his figure blurred, and he leaped into the air. His palms moved like fluttering butterflies, instantly converging in one place, and he pushed his palms forward with a mighty thrust.

Instantly, a lifelike fire dragon leaped out from between his palms.

The fire dragon, its body a fiery red, opened its ferocious maw and lunged at the pine tree's wooden shield.

Upon seeing the fire dragon appear, Zen Master Zhishan, who had been as steady as a mountain on the platform, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his gaze flashing with brilliance.

"Dragon Subduing Palm!"

"No, this flame..."

Just as he uttered his surprise, the dragon claw shattered the wooden shield and vines with a snap, and at the same time, the flames on the dragon claw ignited all the wood chips and true energy.

In an instant, the vines burst into flames from top to bottom.

The pine tree was greatly alarmed.

Before he could react, Zhao Rui's Dragon Subduing Palm strike came down again.

Cangsong hurriedly dodged, looking rather disheveled.

"This is outrageous! This is outrageous! Where are the Qingcheng disciples?"

"The pine tree roared angrily."

Then, seven or eight Qingcheng disciples who had come with him leaped into the arena, swords in hand, and attacked Zhao Rui.

Yu Zhengnan was alarmed and led his disciples to rush forward to help.

Zhao Rui casually waved his hand, sending them off the field.

"If you can't win, do you just rely on others?"

He smiled smugly and pulled a flute from an exquisite cloth bag hanging from his belt.

"Please listen to this song, and let us together dispel our eternal sorrows!"

Suddenly, the sound of a flute rose from his lips, slowly and melodiously, softly and gently, sometimes sobbing, sometimes humming, sometimes whispering.

Upon hearing the flute music, everyone felt a strange stirring in their souls and a surge of true energy. They quickly gathered their energy and focused their minds to shield themselves from the sound waves.

Zhao Rui's flute playing continued unabated, his figure swaying among the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect.

He walked among the disciples as if taking a leisurely stroll. The disciples swayed as if they had been drinking strong liquor, their expressions dazed.

Upon seeing Zhao Rui approach, the Qingcheng disciples all swung their swords to strike, but in the chaos, they could only catch a glimpse of Zhao Rui's illusory figure.

Once the phantom image passed, the swords of the Qingcheng Sect members became uncontrollable, suddenly leaping into the air and dancing gracefully to the sound of the flute.

One, two...

In the blink of an eye, all the longswords stood in mid-air, like a dance troupe swaying their waists.

"Is this sword intent?"

At this point, Zhishan could no longer sit still.

Because the Emei Sword Sect specializes in cultivating divine sword intent.

"As the Zen master said, what I have been correcting is the sword intent. In fact, I have to thank the Emei Sect for allowing me to study the plaque of the mountain gate. Only then could I achieve something."

Zhao Rui put away his flute and spoke loudly.

“Amitabha, this is a testament to your innate wisdom, and it is indeed a wonderful story.”

Zhi Shan's mouth moved slightly, and a surge of power suddenly erupted, sweeping through the entire hall like a giant wave.

"Namo Amitabha!"

The sound of Buddhist chants surged forth, like a resounding bell, deafening and enlightening, or like a wondrous sound of enlightenment, clearing one's mind and spirit.

Upon hearing the chanting, the Qingcheng disciples in the arena all awoke.

"Gentlemen, this matter concerning the Qingcheng Sword Sect is, after all, an internal matter of the sect. The imperial court has its own regulations. It would be best if Director Wang reported this matter to his superiors and we discussed a policy."

"Director Wang, what do you think?"

"Yes, yes, Zen Master Zhishan is right. It was just the appellant's suggestion. Our Martial Arts Association has always upheld fairness and impartiality. This matter still needs to be negotiated between the two parties!"

Upon hearing this, Director Wang readily agreed.

This is a mess, and he doesn't want to get involved.

Hearing their conversation, Cangsong's face darkened. He knew that the Qingcheng Sect had been defeated today.

Staying any longer will only bring shame upon yourself.

"Let's go, there's important business inside. We'll meet again another day!"

Cangsong, displeased, bowed to the Zen Master Zhishan and Director Wang at the head of the table, then led his disciples out of the main hall.

With his departure, the conference came to an end.

The group greeted each other, some politely declined Emei's offer to stay and left directly, while others stayed to continue building rapport with the Emei sect.

Regardless of the situation, these people made a point of saying goodbye to the Qingcheng Sword Sect before they left.

Yu Zhengnan was somewhat flattered, as he hadn't enjoyed such treatment in a long time.

He also knew that all of this was achieved through Zhao Rui's hard work and skill.

After the return of the people from Guixu, many small sects and even small families now have Grandmasters of the Divine Soul Realm stationed there, not to mention medium and large sects and families.

Sects like the Qingcheng Sword Sect, which previously only had True Yuan Realm experts in charge, would quickly fade into obscurity if no one from the Returning Void joined them.

Ultimately, martial arts are all about strength.

Now that the meeting was over, Yu Zhengnan planned to go back early. However, Zen Master Zhishan was quite interested in Zhao Rui and took the initiative to invite the people from the Qingcheng Sword Sect to stay overnight and leave the next day.

Yu Zhengnan glanced at Zhao Rui and then nodded in agreement.

"I wonder if Master Zhisheng is in the temple?"

Zhao Rui asked casually.

"My junior brother Zhisheng has gone to Shaolin to exchange Buddhist teachings, and he probably won't return for more than a month. Do you have a past relationship with my junior brother Zhisheng, fellow Daoist?"

"We had a chance encounter."

Zhao Rui smiled and didn't say anything more.

Since he didn't talk about it, Zen Master Zhishan naturally didn't talk much either, and instead started discussing martial arts.

Master Zhishan was particularly concerned about sword energy and sword intent, and spent most of the day exchanging ideas with Zhao Rui.

Yu Zhengnan was completely confused and could only sit aside and keep him company.

(End of this chapter)