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The two retreated simultaneously, then quickly stepped forward, unleashing their final, desperate attack.

Lightning illuminated the dimly lit training ground, where the most outstanding disciples from the two sects were determined to determine who was superior.

Two different types of lightning collided, creating huge waves and flying sand and stones, making it impossible for the audience to see what was happening on the field.

The dust and smoke dissipated.

Zhuge Jian was hunched over, and bright red blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Looking at Chang Xi, he wasn't in much better shape. His legs were trembling, and he could barely stand. He shook his numb arms and said, "Tell me, why are you working so hard?"

Who is really fighting desperately?

Was it him who just used all his strength?

This woman clearly cares about the outcome of the competition, yet she insists on accusing him of being ruthless.

【Who's winning?】

Chang Xi is still standing; she must have won, right?

"I hereby announce," Qingxu declared loudly, "that the champion of this Xuanwu Tournament is Changxi!"

"yeah!"

The family members cheered.

Chang Xi has won; he no longer needs to cripple his martial arts!

Zhuge Jian stood up with his head down.

Qingxu said leisurely, "Young friend Chang, may I invite you into the quiet room for a chat?"

Huo Dongjun gently pulled her along.

Lu Wenli also disagreed, "Master, don't go. What if he bullies you to save face for his disciple?"

Tang Wan said, "Master Qingxu isn't that kind of person. Maybe he just has some questions for Xiaobao. Of course, it's okay if he doesn't want to go."

"It's alright, let's go," Chang Xi said, pulling her hand away. "I also have some questions to ask him, so let's take this opportunity to clarify things."

Chang Xi pushed open the door and entered, where he saw an old man with a full head of white hair sitting in the center, with a chessboard in front of him.

"Young friend, please have a seat."

The old man gestured for her to sit down.

Chang Xi sat cross-legged opposite the old man. "Junior Chang Xi, how should I address you, senior?"

"My name is Qingxu, call me whatever you like, young friend," the kind-faced old man said, handing her a white chess basket and placing a black piece first. "Play a game with me."

"Daoist Master, let's get down to business first. I'm very busy," Chang Xi said bluntly, indicating that he didn't have time to play games with him before getting down to business.

Qingxu nodded, and the next moment he raised his palm.

The fierce palm wind was mixed with spiritual power, and Chang Xi leaned back, barely dodging the attack.

"Young friend, let me see your palm-sized thunderbolt!"

"Again? You and Zhuge Jian really are master and disciple, both of you like to launch sneak attacks." Chang Xi used the wall for leverage, leaped into the air, and lightning surged in his palm.

Qingxu's palm lightning was many levels higher than Zhuge Jian's.

Thunder rumbled on the roof outside the quiet room, attracting a large number of dark clouds to gather.

Lu Wenli exclaimed in alarm, "Hey! Why are you fighting? Your master is bullying a junior, have you no shame?!"

Before Zhuge Jian could respond, Lu Wenli shoved him aside and rushed off to rescue his master.

Zhuge Jian spun around on the spot. "Wow, this kid looks so stupid, how come he's so strong?"

"Master!"

As Lu Wenli ran, he shouted, and the red flames flew around his head at a leisurely pace.

The door to the quiet room lay crookedly on the floor.

Changxi and Qingxu moved from inside the house to outside.

Faced with a formidable opponent like Qingxu, Changxi had no choice but to unleash his full power, mobilizing all his spiritual energy to strike out his final palm thunderbolt.

The two men's palm lightning bolts, one black and one purple, collided in mid-air, producing a deafening roar in the dark sky and whipping up a violent gale.

Chang Xi was thrown off balance by the shockwave, kneeling on one knee. He barely managed to keep his balance by lightly touching the ground with his left hand, thus avoiding being thrown out. He slid several meters on one knee.

Red Flame stood guard beside the family members. When the gale came, it stood on their heads, its short wings spread wide.

The strong wind swept past Lu Wenli and gradually moved away.

Qingxu stumbled back several steps. Upon seeing this, Zhuge Jian immediately stepped forward to inquire about the situation, "Master, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Qingxu stared intently at Changxi, who had stood up, his eyes burning with an unprecedented intensity. "I finally understand."

"What do you understand now? Master, was her Palm Strike technique something she secretly learned from Wudang?"

Qingxu slapped him on the back of the head, "What nonsense are you talking about? Kneel down and pay your respects to your grandmaster."

Qingxu's slap nearly shattered Zhuge Jian's brains.

He didn't understand, but obediently knelt down, only to realize later that something was wrong.

"Um?!"

"Um?!"

"Grandmaster Uncle?!"

Chang Xi looked completely bewildered and waved his hands repeatedly, "Daoist, did I just knock you out? You can't try to frame me, you were the one who wanted to fight me."

"No," Qingxu couldn't help but chuckle as he earnestly explained, "I wasn't sure when I saw you use the Palm Thunder on the show, but after trying it today, I know you're my senior uncle."

Here's what happened.

Two hundred years ago, the leader of Wudang was a rogue cultivator from the Xuanmen sect, and was unknown to anyone.

Sishui, the thirty-ninth leader of Tiancheng Mountain, went down the mountain for training and encountered the then leader of Wudang Mountain. The Wudang leader asked Sishui to take him as a disciple. However, Tiancheng Mountain had a rule that trainee leaders who were training outside the mountain were not allowed to take on disciples.

Sishui calculated that the two were not destined to be master and disciple, and refused. However, unable to resist the persistent pleading of the Wudang sect leader, he decided to compromise and teach the Wudang sect leader one of the Tiancheng Mountain techniques, Palm Thunder.

The Wudang Sect Leader rose to power using the Palm Thunder technique. Although he later developed many new mystical arts, he always regarded the Palm Thunder technique as the most important one.

Chang Xi counted on his fingers, "Thirty-nine, forty-two, sixty-seven, ninety-five, I am the ninety-seventh generation. According to this generational ranking, I really am your senior uncle."

As soon as she started speaking, she realized something was wrong.

The author of this novel is indeed from Tiancheng Mountain. Otherwise, how could he know so much about the sect rules and the past sect leaders of Tiancheng Mountain? I wonder if I can see the fellow disciples of Tiancheng Mountain in the novel.

While it's uncertain whether Tiancheng Mountain and Wudang Mountain have any connection in reality, they do exist in the novel.

"Xiao Jian is the most outstanding disciple of their generation. In order to practice the Palm Thunder, everyone in Wudang must keep their body and mind pure, so it developed into the Quanzhen Sect," Qingxu pushed Zhuge Jian forward.

Chang Xi raised an eyebrow, covered her mouth with one hand, and looked somewhat unnatural.

Lu Wenli laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! Does that mean everyone in Wudang is a virgin? Hahahaha!"

That laughter was somewhat impolite.

Chang Xi smiled and said, "It's like this. When your disciple came to find me, we were still recording a program. Everyone on the internet thought that I had stolen your Wudang's secret techniques."

This is very bad for my reputation. You've already covered my travel expenses, so I won't go into those. But if you add my compensation for emotional distress, the total cost will be 52,420 yuan. I'll round it down to 42,000 yuan.

"Would you like to pay by scanning a QR code or by bank transfer?"

Master Qingxu and his disciple were stunned for two seconds.

I've never seen anyone love money so much.

Qingxu turned his head, his eyes darting around, "Oh dear, this matter will naturally be handled by my disciple. I need to prepare for seclusion and cultivation, so I'll take my leave first."