Martial Arts: My achievements in Beiliang were so great that they threatened the lord's positio

I haven't felt this way in years, and no matter how I try to calm myself, I can't find peace.

This person is none other than Wang Chonglou, the leader of Wudang Sect, one of the top three Taoist masters. He once cut off the flow of a river with two fingers and is a well-known Finger-Pointing Master in the world.

"Could it be that something went wrong at the final stage of my cultivation?"

Wang Chonglou pondered to himself.

"Senior brother, why do you look so worried at this early hour?"

The young Taoist priest leaned closer and asked with a smile.

"It's alright."

Wang Chonglou shook his head.

"How about we have our junior brother perform a divination for our senior brother, the sect leader?"

The young Taoist priest made the suggestion.

Surprisingly, Wang Chonglou did not object.

The young Taoist priest took out a few copper coins from his sleeve, casually tossed them on the ground, and then his expression turned serious.

"This divination is inaccurate."

He hurriedly said, "Let me divine one more time."

After saying this, he picked up the copper coin and threw it at the blue brick again, and the result was exactly the same as before.

"Still a very bad omen."

The young Taoist priest refused to give up and continued to perform divination, all of which revealed ominous signs.

"There's no need to divine anymore."

Wang Chonglou reached out to stop the young Taoist priest who wanted to continue, and shook his head, saying, "Good or bad fortune is determined by Heaven; divination is useless."

exactly at this time

A voice came from the foot of the mountain

"**I have come to Wudang Mountain to pay my respects."

Immediately, a powerful aura rose up and enveloped the entire Wudang Mountain. In just a few breaths, ** had arrived at the mountain gate, stood with his hands behind his back, and gazed at the majestic mountain.

Pavilions and towers stand atop the peaks, shrouded in clouds and mist, resembling the abodes of immortals.

Startled by the noise, many Wudang disciples rushed towards the mountain gate.

Front Hall

Wang Chonglou sighed softly, "Is this the origin of this ominous sign?"

He did not recall when he or Wudang had offended this supreme being.

But since ** has come to pay his respects, as the leader of Wudang, he must greet him.

His Taoist robes fluttered as he moved, riding the wind, and soon he stood at the mountain gate.

"Greetings, this humble Taoist."

Wang Chonglou bowed respectfully, chanting a Taoist incantation. Behind him, hundreds of Wudang disciples stood tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

The man faced the entire Wudang Sect alone, his expression calm and his gaze indifferent.

"Wudang has no prior grudges against you, so why have you come here?"

Wang Chonglou asked.

There are absolutely no old grudges.

The man replied, "It's just that I haven't traveled the world for a long time, and I'm afraid people have gradually forgotten me."

Having found some free time today, I've come to Wudang to pay my respects and learn from Headmaster Wang's unique skill of "Intercepting the River with Two Finger Techniques."

His words were direct, clearly indicating his intention to leverage Wudang's influence to regain his prestige.

Before Wang Chonglou could speak again, the man slowly extended his right hand from behind his back, his five fingers spread out, and in an instant, the pressure of a Grandmaster of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm roared out, and his profound true energy flowed and condensed in his palm.

Their inner strength surged, soaring into the sky. Amidst the flying sand and stones, a fierce wind arose, causing the Wudang disciples to sway unsteadily.

"rumble--"

A muffled echo came from the horizon, and clouds swirled and gathered from all directions, instantly obscuring the sun and covering the sky.

The entire Wudang Mountain trembled, and the earth shook violently.

The man took a step forward, carrying the might of a Grandmaster of the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, like a tsunami and a mountain collapsing, pressing down on Wudang.

The pavilions and towers trembled and shuddered, and fine cracks appeared on the green tiles and bricks. Such a sight was terrifying.

Every gesture he makes carries the power to shake heaven and earth.

"hiss--"

The Wudang warriors had never seen such a scene before. Their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled slightly, and fear appeared in their eyes. They could hardly hold their swords, let alone step forward to stop them.

Under this oppressive force, not to mention ordinary people, even the sect leader Wang Chonglou felt his breath become stagnant.

He had no choice but to forcefully gather his true energy, and with a flick of his finger, his powerful internal force surged through the void, rippling outwards.

"boom--"

The two men struck each other with their fingers and palms. The man did not move, but Wang Chonglou was forced back several steps, his face flushed.

"The Great Master's two-finger river-cutting technique seems to be nothing special."

As soon as the man finished speaking, his aura surged again, dark clouds rolled across the sky, and faint flashes of lightning streaked across the heavens.

The thunder grew louder, as if bolts of lightning were striking the ears of the Wudang disciples.

The man stepped forward again and struck out with another palm.

The powerful palm strike surged like a tidal wave, sweeping across the field and heading straight for Wang Chonglou.

The Wudang sect leader pointed out the second finger.

"boom--"

The man did not retreat even half a step, but Wang Chonglou retreated more than ten steps.

The third palm strike followed.

Wang Chonglou then gave a hand seal, and the magic sword on his back was drawn from its sheath. The sword light was like a ribbon, turning into a flowing rainbow that shot swiftly towards the person.

Without even raising his eyes, the man's palm strike was devastating, meeting the magic sword head-on. The two immense forces collided with a deafening roar.

A visible shockwave emanated from the two individuals and spread outwards.

Once the storm had passed, Wang Chonglou, the leader of Wudang, had already been sent flying backwards.

Three tricks.

Only three moves.

This highly respected Taoist master was struck by Cao Guanzi and coughed up blood.

"Wait a moment!"

A loud shout came from the mountains, and then a long sword flew out from the mountain peak, its sword energy like a dragon, heading straight for the man.

This supreme official didn't even look at it; with a flick of his sleeve, the sword energy immediately dissipated.

With a flick of his finger, the ancient sword flew back.

however--

The man suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on the unremarkable young Taoist priest in front of the Zhenwu Hall, his brows furrowing slightly.

On the eaves of the main hall, the ancient sword that had been hanging for hundreds of years without being drawn suddenly moved without wind, ringing out incessantly.

Yanzhou City.

The residence of the General Who Guards the North.

Inside the wing.

Lin Xuan, who was drinking tea, suddenly put down his teacup, looking surprised.

"Why does the young master look so strange?"

Mu Qing'er asked curiously.

"Cao Guanzi went to Wudang."

He slowly said, "That top three Taoist master was beaten to the point of vomiting blood after just a few moves by him."

Lin Xuan had a rough idea of ​​Wang Chonglou's cultivation level as the Wudang Sect Leader, since he had visited Wudang several times.

The old saying, "Once you enter a realm, you are invincible within that realm," is no longer relevant.

The comment came from the mouth of this Wudang sect leader.

Even as one of the three most outstanding Taoist masters and the leader of the Wudang Sect, he still seemed powerless in the face of this most transcendent being in the world.

What truly caught Lin Xuan's attention was that the ancient sword on Wudang Mountain, which had been silent for hundreds of years, suddenly began to tremble for no apparent reason.

The profound mysteries of a martial artist at the Grandmaster level are too numerous to describe, and those who have not reached this level simply cannot comprehend them.

A grandmaster like him, who has reached the Celestial Phenomenon Realm, has long been in harmony with heaven and earth. Even if he is thousands of miles away, he can sense the changes in the battle situation by relying on the flow of qi.

Even more extraordinary is the ability to travel thousands of miles in a single thought, capable of shattering mountains and splitting peaks; the ancient Bodhisattva Tuoba once possessed this power.

If Lin Xuan hadn't been there to oversee things, Duanlong Pass would probably have been leveled by a single palm strike long ago.

Mu Qing'er was slightly surprised. Although she knew that Cao Guanzi had a high level of cultivation, she did not expect his strength to be so formidable.

In just a few moves, he managed to make that Wudang master vomit blood.

After a brief moment of surprise, joy appeared on his face: "In this way, the hidden pawns of Wudang can be removed."

"It's not a done deal yet."

Lin Xuan shook his head.

The outcome of this battle is still undecided; although that great master is no match for Cao Guanzi.

However, Wang Chonglou is not the only master on Wudang Mountain; there may also be others outside the mountain gates who might interfere.

"Is 'young master' referring to that person?"

Mu Qing'er was quick-witted and immediately understood.

"That's not all."

He smiled calmly: "Perhaps, the one from Mount Qingliang will also show up."

"If that's the case, then it's going to be a bit tricky."

Mu Qing'er frowned slightly.

"It's alright."

Lin Xuan remained calm: "Everything is under your control, young master."

Thousands of miles away, atop Wudang Mountain

Looking at the ancient sword hanging high in front of the Zhenwu Hall, his expression slightly hardened, and a vague and unpredictable aura quietly permeated the air.

"Is it a manifestation of the will of Heaven?"

He muttered to himself in a flat tone, revealing no emotion.

"Buzzing—"

"Buzzing—"

The ancient sword trembled more violently, and its clear, resonant cry soared into the sky, echoing throughout the entire Wudang Mountain.

The mountains trembled slightly, startled the white cranes into flight, their mournful cries echoing as they disappeared into the deep forest. The beasts growled in fear and scattered in all directions.

The ethereal aura surged like a tide, sweeping across the entire Wudang Mountain, resisting the oppressive power of the Celestial Realm released by Cao Guanzi.

far away

The young Taoist priest stood up straight, his gaze fixed on **.

"interesting."

Cao Guanzi withdrew his gaze, not glancing at the Taoist priest again, and slowly walked towards the Wudang Grand Master.

With each step he took, his aura increased, and after several steps, his aura was like a dome covering his head.

The group of Wudang warriors were nearly suffocating, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on their heads.

Everyone looked horrified, their muscles and meridians trembled, and their strength rapidly dissipated.

"Bang"

The two timid men suddenly rolled their eyes back and fainted to the ground.

** Remember Lin Xuan's instructions: it would be best to kill Wang Chonglou; if not, at least cripple his cultivation and internal energy.

far away

The young Taoist priest spread his hands, and the power of heaven and earth pressed down, heading straight for Cao Guanzi's location.

"Don't block the way."

He opened his mouth without looking to the side, only slightly raising his right palm and making a push towards the Taoist priest.

"Boom!"

The true energy surged forth, transforming into a surging wave of energy that caused the entire Wudang Mountain to sway slightly.

The power of heaven and earth dissipated instantly, and the Taoist priest retreated several steps, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

"If you were at your peak, I might be somewhat wary of you."

The sound of ** reached the ears of every Wudang disciple.

"But now that I am only half-crippled, I am not enough to stop me."

Before he finished speaking, he had already appeared in front of the Wudang Grandmaster, his right palm striking his heart meridian like lightning.

Several more powerful auras suddenly appeared, attacking ** from different directions.

"Bang!"

The palm strike unleashed a powerful burst of energy, repelling all the Wudang masters who had rushed towards them.

"Buzz-"

"Buzz-"

Beside the Zhenwu Hall, the ancient sword murmured incessantly, its sound shattering the clouds.

"laugh"

Wudang Peak

The dense sea of ​​clouds suddenly parted to both sides, and then thousands of golden rays burst out from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

As the morning light shone brightly, the chilly atmosphere in Wudang Mountain eased slightly.

The young Taoist priest flicked his wide sleeves, and in an instant, the ancient sword blade, which had been dormant for a long time, was slashed open and soared into the air, like a dragon leaping, carrying with it a cold, ever-changing light.

At the same time

The young Taoist's aura surged in layers, and his eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

With fingers pointing like a sword, he lightly slashed at the void ahead. The ancient sword, which had been traversing the clouds, moved accordingly, transforming into a pale, moonlit streak of light that shot swiftly toward its target.

Countless sword energies arose from the void, swirling around the ancient sword and spanning half of the Wudang Mountain gate.

The target did not continue to pursue the Wudang Grand Master, but instead turned around and focused his gaze on the sword light that was tearing through the air.

His face showed no sign of haste; he calmly raised his right palm, his powerful inner force forming an invisible barrier that met the sword light head-on.

"boom--"

Sword and palm clashed, and two powers far exceeding the Celestial Phenomenon Realm erupted on the mountaintop, with destructive aftershocks sweeping outwards.

Wherever the ravages spread, everything crumbled; nearby palaces collapsed and were reduced to rubble.

"rumble--"

"rumble--"

A fierce storm raged, and under the power of this palm strike, the ground cracked and rocks collapsed in the mountainside area where the young Taoist was standing.

The bluestone slab shattered inch by inch, and huge cracks spread out. The young Taoist priest took several steps back before he could regain his footing.

Looking up, the ancient sword's blade was firmly held back by a pale white hand, unable to advance any further.

With a flick of the target's right sleeve, the sword that belonged to the founder of Wudang was sent flying backward.

The young Taoist priest once again gave a hand gesture, and the ancient sword drew an arc in the air, once again piercing through the sky and striking.

Qingliang Mountain

Listening to the Tide Lake Bottom

The one-armed old man, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and in an instant, he appeared in the courtyard of the royal palace.

"Why did you come out?"

Xu Xiao frowned slightly when the old man suddenly appeared.

For decades, the old man has never left the bottom of the lake.

"Wudang is in danger."

The one-armed old man spoke in a deep and solemn tone.

"Who is it?"

Xu Xiao pressed for more information, her furrowed brows deepening.

"I don't know."