Wuxia Across the Heavens: I Collect Side Effects

Some say he's just trying to attract attention, others say he's overestimating himself, and still others secretly speculate that he might have ulterior motives, trying to use the challenge against Zhang Sanfeng to incite conflict between Wudang and other sects.

Su Xin stood with his eyes lowered, his expression calm. He neither argued nor got angry, letting everyone criticize and ridicule him as if they were not criticizing him.

Only when the discussions in the hall gradually subsided did he slowly raise his eyes, his gaze sweeping over everyone present before finally settling on Zhang Sanfeng. His tone was calm yet carried considerable weight: "Once this matter is settled, I will present Master Zhang with a grand gift as a birthday celebration for his hundredth birthday."

Upon hearing this, the hall fell silent once more. The mocking expressions on everyone's faces froze slightly, and they secretly wondered what was going on.

This kid is so confident, could he really have something to rely on?

Could it be that the "grand gift" he mentioned could really catch Zhang Zhenren's eye?

But the doubt was quickly replaced by strong disdain.

Most people still didn't believe Su Xin's words, thinking he was just desperate and deliberately making grand pronouncements to attract attention and try to get away with it. After all, what kind of decent "gift" could an unknown junior have, and how much real skill could he possibly possess?

The murmurs resumed, the sarcasm even more pronounced than before.

Only Ji Xiaofu of the Emei Sect looked at Su Xin differently. There was no sarcasm or disdain in her gaze; instead, there was a hint of fervor and an undisguised longing.

As she gazed at the tall, handsome young figure, fragments of the past flashed through her mind, and an impulse surged within her, a desire to step forward and acknowledge him. But as soon as this impulse arose, she forcibly suppressed it.

For the sake of Emei, for the legacy left by her master Abbess Miejue, and for the sake of her disciples, she could not act impulsively, nor could she expose her past with Su Xin. She could only stand far away, silently watching him, hiding all her emotions in her heart.

Among the crowd, Tang Wenliang, the leader of the Five Elders of Kongtong, was the first to lose his composure.

He had just finished his seclusion and broken through to the top tier of martial arts masters. He was worried about not having an opportunity to establish his authority and let the whole martial arts world know how powerful the Kongtong Sect was. Su Xin's appearance gave him a perfect opportunity.

Over the years, the Kongtong Sect has suffered from the theft of the Seven Injury Fist manual and a decline in talent, leading many small sects to come to Kongtong to plunder. He had long been harboring resentment, and now that he had finally become a first-class master, he naturally wanted to show off and make an example of them.

Tang Wenliang took a sudden step forward, his aura surging with murderous intent. He stared fiercely at Su Xin and shouted in a deep voice, "You brat, don't spout nonsense here! Since you're so arrogant, then I, Tang Wenliang, will first test your skills and see just how capable you really are. I'll also let you know that the Kongtong Sect is not to be trifled with!"

Guan Neng, the eldest of the Five Elders of Kongtong, couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. His brows furrowed tightly, and he thought to himself: This third brother is simply an idiot!

You've just broken through to become a top-tier expert, and you're going to fight an unknown nobody. It's only natural that you'd win, and nobody will praise you.

But if you lose, it will be a great disgrace. Not only will you lose face, but the entire Kongtong Sect will be ridiculed. It's a foolish thing to do that is thankless and not worth it!

But now that I've already stepped forward, it would be shameful to go back.

That's all we can do!

Su Xin slowly turned his head to look at the aggressive Tang Wenliang, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself:

Is the Kongtong Sect offending Tai Sui?

She actually offered her face up so I could hit her; I've never seen anyone so shameless.

Without further hesitation, he stepped forward, turned around and bowed slightly to Zhang Sanfeng, his tone casual yet measured: "Master Zhang, today is your 100th birthday. Since someone has volunteered, I will gladly add to the festivities and bring a smile to your face."

After saying that, he turned to look at the Five Elders of Kongtong, a provocative smile playing on his lips, and said in a relaxed tone, "Since we're going to fight, let all five of you come at me at once. One person probably won't be enough for me to warm up."

"Arrogant!" Tang Wenliang was furious, completely enraged by Su Xin's contempt. He could no longer restrain himself, and with a flash, he charged straight at Su Xin, throwing a punch with a fierce wind and a sinister force.

It was the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong School.

He specializes in the Heart-Damaging and Lung-Damaging techniques of the Seven Injury Fist, where the power of his fist contains hidden coldness that specifically targets the five internal organs.

Speaking of which, the Five Elders of Kongtong were a group of talented people, but they were too greedy and reckless. They forcibly practiced the Seven Injury Fist when their internal strength was insufficient, which caused serious internal injuries to their internal organs and hidden injuries to their meridians.

This is why they all have withered faces and sallow complexions, appearing imposing but actually lacking a solid foundation.

The Seven Injury Fist requires the combined power of seven different forces to reach its full potential. However, each of the five of them specializes in one particular force, and only when they join forces can they gather all seven forces together. In a one-on-one fight, none of them can unleash the true power of the Seven Injury Fist.

Facing Tang Wenliang's punch, Su Xin remained calm, circulated his internal energy, and directly unleashed the Vajra Fist, throwing out a powerful and forceful punch that collided with Tang Wenliang's sinister punch.

He doesn't want to use the Seven Injury Fist!

Firstly, using the martial arts of the Kongtong Sect to fight against the Five Elders of Kongtong would only invite hatred if discovered.

Secondly, the Vajra Fist alone is enough to deal with the current situation.

With a loud "bang!", the two forces collided, and the shockwaves spread out, causing the robes of the people around to flutter.

Tang Wenliang, who had initially looked down on him, suddenly changed his expression. He felt an incredibly powerful and fierce force coming through his fist, which made his arm go numb and his internal energy surge. He had to take three steps back before he could barely steady himself. He was terrified.

He never expected that Su Xin's strength was so formidable, far beyond his ability to contend with.

Fortunately, Su Xin's purpose was merely to spar and have fun, and he did not press his advantage. He withdrew his punch and looked at Tang Wenliang, whose face had turned pale, and said in a relaxed tone: "I said, one person is probably really not enough."

The other four elders of Kongtong looked at each other, their faces full of embarrassment and solemnity.

They had thought Tang Wenliang would easily defeat Su Xin, but they never expected this outcome. Now that Tang Wenliang was at a disadvantage, even if it was humiliating, all five of them had no choice but to attack together.

If Tang Wenliang were to fight alone again, not only would he be seriously injured, but the Kongtong Sect would also lose all face.

The group exchanged glances, then stepped forward without hesitation, standing shoulder to shoulder with Tang Wenliang. Their auras intertwined, subtly forming a combined force, and they stared warily at Su Xin.

They knew in their hearts that Su Xin, though seemingly young, possessed unfathomable strength and was far more complex than he appeared.

On the other side, Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple frowned deeply, his eyes fixed on Su Xin's moves, filled with doubt and inquiry.

He watched as Su Xin unleashed the Vajra Fist, its moves fierce and powerful, yet possessing a more violent quality than the authentic Vajra Fist of Shaolin. The more he looked, the more familiar it seemed, and he secretly pondered: How come this martial art style is so similar to the kung fu practiced by the Fire-Worker Monk back then?

Kong Wen turned and exchanged a glance with Kong Xing beside him; a look of understanding and seriousness flashed in both of their eyes.

They had not forgotten the Fire-Worker Monk incident, a disgrace that Shaolin had never experienced in a century. Back then, the Fire-Worker Monk betrayed Shaolin and single-handedly stirred up the martial arts world. Now, Su Xin's martial arts style was so similar to the Fire-Worker Monk's that it was inevitable that they would feel wary. They could only continue to observe carefully to confirm Su Xin's identity.

Su Xin, looking at the five elders of Kongtong standing side by side, showed an excited expression, rubbed his hands together, and his eyes flashed with a hint of eagerness.