Wuxia Across the Heavens: I Collect Side Effects

Wudang Mountain is shrouded in mist and clouds all year round, with the sound of pine trees rustling in the wind. It has always been a pure and secluded Taoist holy site. Although the incense is abundant, there is little noise.

Today, however, this ancient sacred mountain is unusually bustling with activity. Along the mountain path, figures from all walks of life, dressed in various costumes, are heading towards the Wudang Mountain gate.

Today is the 100th birthday of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang. All the major sects have prepared generous gifts to celebrate his birthday.

Leading the group were a group of monks from the Shaolin School, with Abbot Kongwen at the head. Behind him were two eminent monks, Kongzhi and Kongxing, dressed in monks' robes, with solemn expressions, holding wooden boxes containing congratulatory gifts in their hands, and walking steadily.

Following closely behind were the disciples of the Emei Sect, dozens of them dressed in plain Taoist robes, led by Ji Xiaofu. They looked reserved and lacked the sharpness that Abbess Miejue had when she was alive.

In addition, major sects such as Kongtong, Kunlun, Huashan, and the Beggars' Sect also arrived one after another. For a time, the foot of Wudang Mountain was bustling with noise and filled with the atmosphere of the martial arts world.

However, behind this seemingly lively and peaceful birthday celebration scene lies a scheme with hidden agendas.

Very few people genuinely came to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng's birthday. Most were merely using the occasion to secretly inquire about the Dragon-Slaying Saber and Xie Xun.

Recently, rumors have suddenly spread throughout the martial arts world that Xie Xun has appeared, and the Dragon-Slaying Saber, which can "command the world and none dare disobey," has also appeared, causing unrest throughout the martial arts world. All the major sects want to find Xie Xun first and seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

Among the crowd, the five elders of Kongtong had the most unpleasant expressions. The five of them stood side by side, their auras heavy and their bodies exuding a faint sense of malevolence.

They had only recently finished their seclusion, and their cultivation had already broken through to the first-class level in the martial arts world. Their visit to Wudang to celebrate the birthday was just a pretext; their real purpose was to seek revenge.

"That villain Xie Xun stole the Seven Injury Fist manual of my Kunlun Sect, causing my sect to lose all face. Now that we have news of him, we will surely tear him to pieces and reclaim the manual!"

Tang Wenliang, who was in the lead, shouted angrily in a low voice, his eyes filled with hatred. The other four elders also nodded, their expressions full of determination.

They have never forgotten the grudge that Xie Xun committed when he broke into Mount Kongtong, stole the Seven Injury Fist manual, and seriously injured several masters of Mount Kongtong.

Compared to the flamboyant style of the Five Elders of Kongtong, the Emei Sect appeared much more low-key. Ji Xiaofu walked at the front of the group, her brows slightly furrowed, her expression showing a hint of fatigue and forbearance.

Since Abbess Miejue's death, the Emei Sect has been in a state of transition. Although she inherited the martial arts manuals left by Abbess Miejue, she has not been practicing for long and her cultivation level is far from Abbess Miejue's level. Most of the sect's disciples are also very young, greatly reducing their strength.

Even if the Dragon-Slaying Saber were truly placed before them, the Emei Sect would lack the strength to contend for it. They could only choose to remain humble and take advantage of the birthday celebration to temporarily avoid the conflicts of the martial world and secretly accumulate strength.

Unlike the various sects, which were each harboring their own secrets, the Wudang Sect was currently immersed in the joy of double happiness.

Zhang Cuishan recently returned to Wudang from Ice and Fire Island with his wife Yin Susu. The Five Heroes, who had been missing for more than ten years, have returned, and the entire Wudang is filled with joy.

The joy was compounded by the fact that their revered master Zhang Sanfeng was celebrating his 100th birthday. All the Wudang disciples wore smiles as they busied themselves receiving the guests who came to offer their congratulations. Inside the mountain gate, lanterns and decorations were everywhere, creating a festive atmosphere.

In the square outside the Sanqing Hall, Zhang Sanfeng, dressed in a plain Taoist robe, with white hair and beard, was full of vigor and surrounded by a gentle yet powerful aura. He was chatting and laughing with Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple, his expression calm and showing no signs of the frailty of a centenarian.

Six disciples, including Yu Lianzhou and Yu Daiyan, stood respectfully by his side. However, Yu Daiyan, the third hero, had a solemn expression and a slightly furrowed brow throughout, as if he had something on his mind.

Just then, a soft voice came from behind, gentle yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension: "Third Brother!"

Yu Daiyan will never forget that voice!

That was the voice of the woman who had harmed his legs back in the Longmen Escort Agency, the one who had confined him to a wheelchair ever since!

Yu Daiyan shuddered, his aura instantly becoming sharp, a raging fire flashing in his eyes, his hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white, the armrests of his wheelchair cracking slightly under his grip.

He turned his head sharply, his gaze fixed on the speaker.

It was Yin Susu, who was by Zhang Cuishan's side.

Overwhelming hatred surged into Yu Daiyan's heart like a tidal wave. He wished he could get up immediately and tear the woman in front of him to pieces, but he ultimately suppressed it.

Today is his master's 100th birthday and the day his fifth brother returns. He cannot lose his composure in public, nor can he allow Wudang to lose face.

Yu Daiyan took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and looked at Yin Susu with cold eyes. He didn't say anything, but the hatred in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Yin Susu stiffened under Yu Daiyan's icy gaze, her heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition surged into her heart.

She clung to a sliver of hope that Yu Daiyan had forgotten her voice and the events of that year, but the look in Yu Daiyan's eyes shattered that hope completely.

She knew that some grudges were ultimately unavoidable.

After a moment of silence, Yu Daiyan's hatred finally overcame his reason. He suppressed his anger and spoke in a hoarse voice, each word carrying a chilling coldness: "Miss Yin, it's been many years. Your voice is still the same as it was back then, unchanged."

These words struck Yin Susu like a thunderbolt. Her face turned deathly pale, her body trembled slightly, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Cuishan, who was standing to the side, had already noticed that something was wrong with his third brother. He looked at Yu Daiyan's cold expression and then at his wife's pale face, his heart filled with doubt. Just as he was about to ask, he overheard the conversation between the two. The smile on his face froze instantly, and a strange unease rose in his heart.

The atmosphere in the square instantly became heavy, and the original joy and liveliness seemed to be dispelled by the sudden chill.

The surrounding guests also noticed something was amiss, and they all stopped talking, turning their gazes to the Wudang Sect members with curiosity and inquiry in their eyes.

It seems that this centenary celebration at Wudang Mountain is destined to be anything but peaceful.

At this moment, a figure was galloping along the mountain road; it was Su Xin, who was heading to Wudang Mountain.

He reined in his horse, gazing at the misty Wudang Mountain gate ahead, a hopeful smile spreading across his face: "Finally, we've arrived at Wudang Mountain. Zhang Sanfeng, Xuanming Divine Palm, here I come!"

He walked with light steps toward Wudang Mountain.

He began to think about what role he should play in this matter.

After thinking for a moment, his goal was to spar with Zhang Sanfeng and learn the Xuanming Divine Palm.

If I could get some guidance, that would be great.

He had a plan in mind regarding Zhang Sanfeng, a master and a good person.