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Wudang?

At first glance, Chang Xi thought it was the Wudang Sect from her original world. How come it's in a novel too? The overlap between this novel and her real life is too high.

Huo Dongjun looked at the leading youth and sensed a familiar presence. "You've been following us since we entered the village. What are you up to?"

Zhuge Jian stood in front of his fellow disciples, his hands behind his back. "Let me introduce myself. My surname is Zhuge, and my given name is Jian. I am the chief disciple of the Wudang Sect Leader. I have come down the mountain on orders to capture the criminal who stole Wudang's unique secret manual—Chang Xi."

Chang Xi stole the Wudang martial arts manual?!

[Finally, I got to eat some juicy gossip!]

[I knew Chang Xi was no good; he's finally shown his true colors!]

[Isn't this considered stealing trade secrets? Will I go to jail?]

Of course.

Before Chang Xi could speak, Huo Dongjun interrupted, "Empty words, slandering others' innocence. Is this the kind of upbringing Wudang has?"

Zhuge Jian's eyes narrowed, seemingly filled with murderous intent. "What kind of upbringing do the people of Wudang have to do with you? We are arresting Chang Xi, not you. Mind your own business."

"You're not police officers, what right do you have to arrest Chang Xi?" Huo Dongjun retorted firmly.

Chang Xi patted him on the back, "Well, I can handle that myself."

Huo Dongjun turned around and met Chang Xi's calm gaze. He decided to trust her and stepped aside to let her come forward.

Chang Xi reattached the longsword to the umbrella handle and asked casually, "You said I stole your Wudang's secret manuals, what did I steal?"

"The Palm Thunder Technique, which can only be learned by Wudang disciples," Zhuge Jian said frankly. "This is a secret technique passed down from the founder of Wudang, and it is never taught to outsiders."

Wudang does not accept female disciples; I don't know where you learned that.

It's over.

She learned from her master.

If this novel is based on reality, then it's highly likely that the Palm Thunder technique from Tiancheng Mountain was attributed to the Wudang Sect in the novel. Whether Tiancheng Mountain actually exists in the novel is unknown, but it seems that Palm Thunder is indeed a unique skill of Wudang in the story.

This time, he really has no way to defend himself.

"There are many mystical arts in the world. What makes you think that my master's Palm Thunder technique was stolen from your Wudang sect?" Lu Wenli, a staunch supporter of his master, spoke up in defense.

Zhuge Jian gathered power in his palm, "Let me see your palm lightning again, and I'll know if you've stolen any techniques."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Jian leaped up, his right hand flashing with dark lightning, and attacked Chang Xi directly.

Chang Xi pushed Huo Dongjun, who was closest to her, away with her backhand and dodged to the side.

A scorched mark from lightning was left on the spot.

Wow, Zhuge Jian's palm lightning is amazing!

Why didn't Chang Xi fight back?

Is he feeling guilty?

【roll.】

Before anyone could react, Zhuge Jian's next move came, carrying an even stronger electric current.

Chang Xi opened the Demon-Slaying Opening and held up the umbrella.

Golden light burst forth from the umbrella, colliding with Zhuge Jian's palm lightning and creating waves of air. Everyone instinctively sought cover, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Chang Xi raised an eyebrow. Wudang actually had such a person. No wonder she was kept hidden away like a treasure. Among her fellow disciples, apart from her master and grandmaster, no one was her match.

The grandmaster once said that she was a genius that the Xuanmen sect had only seen once in a thousand years, but unexpectedly there are mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.

Chang Xi took two steps back, closed his umbrella with his left hand, and extended his palm with his right hand, surrounded by pale purple lightning.

The two palm strikes met, unleashing even more terrifying lightning, with a faint rumble of thunder echoing in the air.

Chang Xi had no interest in the Palm Lightning technique and hadn't paid much attention to it during his studies at his sect, but now he was forced to use it against his enemies.

Huo Dongjun directly asked Ji Rufeng beside him, "Officer Ji, Chang Xi and Zhuge Jian's palm lightning are different colors. Does that mean they are not the same type?"

"No," Ji Rufeng had never seen this scene before either. "I saw the Wudang Sect Leader use Palm Thunder in my younger years. Although Zhuge Jian's Palm Thunder is not as good as the Wudang Sect Leader's, it is the most outstanding of this generation."

His palm lightning was a different color from Chang Xi's, and their techniques were also somewhat different, but it was still clear that both originated from the same lineage.

Chang Xi felt a little strained, so he shook his right hand to increase the force, sending Zhuge Jian flying.

She herself took two steps back.

Zhuge Jian stared blankly at his palm in disbelief.

How is that possible?

How could Chang Xi's palm lightning be so powerful?

Before Gu Qingfeng could even process what was happening, he had already charged forward. "Zhuge Jian, that's enough! Chang Xi just fought a vampire and exhausted most of his spiritual power. You're attacking at this time? Don't you have any martial ethics?"

Zhuge Jian snapped out of her daze, furious. "Gu Qingfeng, shut your mouth! My name is Zhuge Jian, the 'Jian' of 'simple'!"

"I don't care if you're Jane or a slut," Gu Qingfeng stood in front of Chang Xi, "You can't touch my sister!"

"How did she become your sister? She already said she isn't," Zhuge Jian was annoyed. This person was blocking Chang Xi's way, so he couldn't get any answers.

"We came from the same mother's belly, aren't we the same as you?" Gu Qingfeng said like a mother hen protecting her chicks.

With Gu Qingfeng causing trouble, Zhuge Jian really couldn't talk to Chang Xi for the time being.

"So what exactly do you want? Just say it," Chang Xi said. Although she didn't know the origin of the Palm Thunder, she believed that the people of Tiancheng Mountain would not steal the technique. They might be shameful and not strong enough, but they would never give up.

Palm Thunder is not an important skill in Tiancheng Mountain, and not many people practice it.

Zhuge Jian's words were both contemptuous and provocative.

He tossed a red invitation card into the air.

Looking at the color, Lu Wenli blurted out, "Is someone from your Wudang sect getting married?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Zhuge Jian's face was grim. "This is an invitation to the Xuanwu Tournament."

"What is the Xuanwu Assembly?" Chang Xi asked, puzzled.

Lu Wenli quickly answered, "I know, Xuanwu is a tortoise, this is a tortoise race!"

Everyone: "..."

Chang Xi closed her eyes, truly wanting to disappear from this world. Why did she take on such a disciple?

She had no choice but to explain, "The Xuanwu Tournament, officially known as the Xuanwu Martial Arts Grand Competition Conference, is a competition held once every ten years by the Global Xuanmen Association. Each year, the host sect is determined by a lottery drawn by members of the Global Xuanmen Association."

This year, Wudang drew the winning lot from the organizers; the top ten will receive membership in the Global Xuanmen Association. In the past, other sects never gave us unorthodox practitioners a chance to participate, but this year Wudang is different.

"Unorthodox methods?" This was the first time Huo Dongjun had heard this term.

"Those who aren't on the global list of esoteric sects are looked down upon. They gave us a nickname: 'wildcats.'"

Chang Xi scoffed, "What a ridiculous watch, it can determine the status of a sect."

Master and Grandmaster often taught their disciples that there are countless disciples in the Xuanmen sect, all of whom are cultivators of the Tao. They are just different in their paths, and there is no distinction between them as lowly or humble.

Unfortunately, Tiancheng Mountain has remained secluded for thousands of years, unaware that the Xuanmen sects below the mountain have become corrupted by bad habits, arrogant and complacent.

Zhuge Jian continued, "If you want to prove that your master didn't steal Wudang's teachings, then participate in this Xuanwu Tournament and let the competition prove your worth."