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The hall was dimly lit and furnished in a simple, antique style, with only a table, a chair, a few paintings and calligraphy works, and a futon.

A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in a dark blue robe and wearing a Taoist crown, with three long wisps of beard, stood before the desk, holding a brush and slowly writing on a piece of Xuan paper.

He was slender and had a refined appearance, but there was an air of composure between his brows, and his hand holding the pen was as steady as a rock.

Wu Changfeng's gaze swept over the top of the other person's head—[Song Yuanqiao].

The young Taoist priest leading the way stepped forward, bowed respectfully, and said, "Master, this young hero has come with a letter of recommendation, wishing to become a disciple of our Wudang sect." He then presented the letter.

Song Yuanqiao continued writing until the last stroke was firmly completed before putting down his brush.

He took the letter and waved slightly to the young Taoist priest: "Yes, thank you for your trouble. You may go now."

"Yes." The young Taoist priest left, leaving only the two of them in the hall.

Song Yuanqiao unwrapped the sealing wax, pulled out the letter, and quickly scanned it with his eyes.

The contents of the letter seemed short. After reading it, he folded the letter again and put it in his pocket.

Only then did he raise his eyes and look carefully at Wu Changfeng.

This gaze was calm yet profound, as if it could penetrate the surface and see right to the core.

Wu Changfeng could feel a gentle yet powerful invisible pressure enveloping him, not malicious, but more like a scrutiny and probing.

He subconsciously activated the Hunyuan Gong and Mangniu Jin within his body, but immediately suppressed them, standing calmly and neither humble nor arrogant.

After a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in Song Yuanqiao's eyes. He slowly spoke, his voice gentle and calm: "Young Master Wu, I have read your letter. You... already possess a solid foundation in martial arts, with vigorous blood and energy, deep and concentrated internal energy, and a hint of murderous aura. Clearly, you have experienced a great deal of real combat."

He paused, "The world of martial arts is vast, but Wudang is austere. Is young hero truly determined to abandon his carefree life, enter my Xuanmen sect, and be bound by these strict rules and regulations, to start his training from scratch?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a semi-transparent system notification popped up in front of Wu Changfeng's eyes:

[Song Yuanqiao, the chief disciple of the Wudang Sect, invites you to join the sect and become a disciple. Do you accept?]

【whether】

Nonsense! We've traveled thousands of miles, climbed mountains and waded through rivers, and spent so much money practicing our skills, all for this moment.

Without the slightest hesitation, Wu Changfeng immediately chose "Yes".

"Your mind is made up, and I humbly request Master Song to accept you as a disciple!" He clasped his hands in a fist salute and bowed deeply.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao smiled gently and nodded: "Since that's the case, and you, young hero, have a past relationship with my sect, I, Song, will accept you as a disciple on behalf of my master and temporarily make you a third-generation disciple of Wudang. You can call me Master for now."

It's done! Wu Changfeng felt certain.

Zhang Sanfeng was the patriarch, who spent most of his time in seclusion or traveling, and basically did not concern himself with specific affairs.

As the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Song Yuanqiao was in charge of the sect on behalf of his master. The fact that he was able to personally take on disciples was already an excellent starting point.

They were directly disciples of the third generation, saving them the long process of starting as servants or aspiring disciples.

"Disciple Wu Changfeng greets Master!" He bowed again, this time addressing him differently.

Song Yuanqiao accepted the greeting without hesitation, which formally established their relationship.

He walked up to Wu Changfeng and gently helped him up, saying, "Get up. Now that you've joined Wudang, you must abide by its rules. Come with me."

The two walked out of the Tranquil Hall, and Song Yuanqiao said as they walked, "Since you're new here, your first priority is to familiarize yourself with the environment and focus on your cultivation. The sect's daily routine begins at Chenshi (7:00 AM) with the bell ringing, and all disciples gather for breakfast. Martial arts training starts at Maoshi (5:00 AM) in the front mountain's training ground, where senior uncles or experienced brothers will teach you the sect's basic martial arts. Just be there on time every day."

He led Wu Changfeng to a relatively secluded courtyard on the side, pointing to a room on the east side of a row of side rooms: "This will be your residence from now on. All three generations of disciples have single rooms. Although simple, they are quiet and convenient for meditation and practice."

Pushing open the door, the room was indeed small, containing a bed, a table, a chair, a futon, and a simple wooden wardrobe. The windows were bright and clean, and the bedding was neatly arranged.

The rooms are naturally simpler than those in a guesthouse, but they are not bad compared to sleeping in the open or sharing a dormitory with other people.

"Our martial arts emphasize a solid foundation and gradual progress," Song Yuanqiao continued, standing inside the room. "You already have a foundation, but our sect's martial arts have their own system, so you can't be impatient. The content taught in the training grounds varies each day; it may be fist and foot techniques, swordsmanship, lightness skills, or internal energy cultivation. You need to study diligently and master our sect's basic martial arts before you are qualified to further study more advanced skills."

As he spoke, he took out a thin, blue-covered, thread-bound booklet from his pocket and handed it to Wu Changfeng: "This is the foundation of my Wudang training—the 'Wudang Heart Method.' Although it is only a third-rate internal energy cultivation method, it is the orthodox and balanced school of Xuanmen, and is most effective in nourishing qi and cultivating vitality. It will be beneficial to your future cultivation of any superior internal energy. You must practice it diligently and not slack off."

Wu Changfeng took the booklet with both hands; it felt slightly heavy and the paper was fine.

"The basic martial arts of Wudang mainly consist of the following," Song Yuanqiao said, listing them off with great familiarity. "For fist and foot techniques, there is the Wudang Long Fist and the Wudang Cotton Palm; for sword techniques, there is the Soft Cloud Sword Technique; and for light body techniques, there is the Foundation Establishment Chapter of the Cloud Ladder Leap. Once you have mastered these mental techniques and the basic martial arts you will learn later, and your foundation is solid and your temperament has been properly tempered, your master or your other senior uncles will consider passing on more advanced methods to you."

"Disciple understands and will certainly study diligently and practice hard to live up to Master's expectations," Wu Changfeng replied.

He understood the strategy: first, you had to improve your basic skill proficiency, and only after reaching the required level could you unlock the advanced skill tree.

Song Yuanqiao nodded slightly, seemingly satisfied with Wu Changfeng's composed attitude: "Today, settle in and familiarize yourself with the surroundings. Go to the guest quarters and find the disciple on duty to collect the third-generation disciple's robe and daily necessities. Tomorrow at dawn, don't miss the morning lessons at the martial arts training ground."

"Yes, Master."

"Alright, do as you please." After giving his instructions, Song Yuanqiao turned and drifted away silently, disappearing outside the courtyard gate in the blink of an eye.

After seeing Song Yuanqiao off, Wu Changfeng finally had time to carefully examine his own little house.

It is indeed simple, but it has everything you need. You can see a corner of the mountain view and a few green pines outside the window, and the environment is quiet and peaceful.

He walked to the table and sat down, first picking up the book "Wudang Mind Techniques".

[Wudang Internal Skill (Third-rate)]

[Type: Internal Kung Fu Technique]

[Effect: A fundamental internal energy cultivation technique of the Xuanmen school. After cultivation, it generates pure and peaceful Taoist true energy. True energy recovery speed +20%, internal energy circulation efficiency +15%, with additional effects on harmonizing qi and blood and nourishing the meridians. After cultivating this technique to "Minor Success," the speed of learning other Taoist martial arts will slightly increase.]

[Cultivation Requirements: None]

[Note: This is a required course for beginners of the Wudang School. Although it is only a third-rate course, it is a solid foundation for reaching more profound Taoist martial arts.]

"Both are third-rate, but the bonuses and special effects are so different..." Wu Changfeng compared the "Hun Yuan Gong" and "Mang Niu Jin" that he had learned.

The Great Perfection of "Hun Yuan Gong" adds 50 internal strength, 25 bone structure, 300 maximum true qi, and 50% recovery speed, and has good compatibility.

《莽牛劲》大圆满加了60内劲、20根骨、15臂力、350真气上限、40%恢复速度，偏向刚猛力量。

The Wudang Mind Method, even in its description, emphasizes "pure and peaceful", "rapid recovery", "high efficiency", "harmonious and gentle nourishment", and has the potential to accelerate learning.

Clearly, as an introductory textbook for prestigious schools, it surpasses other martial arts techniques of the same level in terms of foundational knowledge, compatibility, and future development potential.

"This is where the sect's advantage comes in." He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, "Even if you risk your life to snatch secret manuals outside, you might not be able to get your hands on this kind of authentic, well-refined, and systematically perfected technique. Not to mention the second-rate and first-rate unique skills that follow."

After putting the manual into his pocket, Wu Changfeng got up and went out, following Song Yuanqiao's instructions, to the so-called Guest House.

The Guest House is located to the west of the main hall. It is a small, independent courtyard with a sign at the entrance.

Inside, a smiling Taoist priest in his thirties was tidying up a neatly stacked pile of blue Taoist robes.

After Wu Changfeng explained his purpose and examined the newly issued wooden plaque for third-generation disciples, the other party readily gave him two sets of Taoist robes to change into, a pair of cloth shoes, a wooden basin and towel for washing, and a small packet of what was said to be a special Wudang-made calming powder for meditation.

"Junior brother, are you new here?" The Taoist priest distributing the items was very talkative. "My name is Qingsong, and I'm in charge of these miscellaneous tasks. Our Wudang rules aren't very strict, but there are a few basic ones you need to remember: the morning bell and evening drum, try not to miss the morning and evening classes; the training in the martial arts are fundamental, you must be there at 5:00 AM; eat in the dining hall on time, or there won't be any left for you. The rest of the time is up to you, you can do whatever you want, cultivate, read, or go down the mountain to do errands (you need to report), as long as you don't violate the sect rules or cause trouble."