A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Chapter 100 New Prismatic Colors, Tai Chi Conception

[Tai Chi State (Prismatic): All moves can no longer be dodged, deflected, rebounded, blocked, or absorbed; they can only be taken head-on.]

With the "Three Flowers Gather at the Top" buff active, Lu Ming felt that his mental refinement had improved even further after this exchange. That mysterious feeling returned, and he gained a completely new understanding of martial arts.

"Master Zhang, how about another move?"

"Alright, let me see what you've suddenly realized, kid."

Zhang Sanfeng patted his belly, feeling quite pleased with himself for having such an outstanding disciple. If Lu Ming weren't the head of the Hengshan Sect...

He's even considering taking on disciples as the young master of the Huashan Sect.

He unleashed another sword aura, his inner energy receding, a simple and unadorned purple light flying out. Compared to the previous sword auras, which were sharp and aggressive, this was more like a gentle breeze after a fierce storm.

Zhang Sanfeng's hair stood on end, and he moved his hands in a circular motion, bringing Tai Chi to its ultimate form.

*Pfft!* The sword energy melted away like snowflakes in the spring sunshine. The next second, the ground within ten feet of Zhang Sanfeng's position shattered violently. His sleeves tore apart inch by inch, sending up countless specks of dust.

Song Yuanqiao and the others stared wide-eyed; they too had felt the ground tremble. After the dust settled, they couldn't help but gasp when they saw Zhang Sanfeng, his sleeves empty, wearing a strangely trendy Taoist robe.

Who could possibly harm their master? Probably not many.

Zhang Sanfeng patted his arm, his palms feeling slightly numb. Good heavens, just his words had given the other party an epiphany. If there had been ten or eight sword energies just now, he would have had to get serious.

"What kind of monster are you, kid?"

Lu Ming sheathed his sword, a simple and honest smile appearing on his face. He cupped his hands in a fist and said, "Master Zhang, are you alright? I was too presumptuous!"

""

"Go away, go away. Only I, the old Taoist priest, can hurt people. No one can hurt me."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, feeling a sudden sense of unease. How come such an outstanding person isn't from the Wudang Sect? Damn Yue Buqun, did you disguise yourself as a woman in your past life to have such good luck in this one?

Song Yuanqiao wanted to step forward and ask, "Master!"

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand impatiently: "Get out, get out! Go prepare twenty bowls of vegetarian noodles, with plenty of scallions. Today is truly bizarre, so strange! Look at you all, you're driving this old Taoist priest crazy! Get out!"

The disciple is indeed useless; his only redeeming quality is his filial piety.

Sigh, I really don't know what the Wudang Sect will be like after I'm gone. There's a serious lack of successors. Bah! Time to eat noodles!

Zhang Sanfeng went back to change his clothes in a very bad mood. He thought that if he endured it for a while, things would calm down, but if he backed down, he would get angrier the more he thought about it!

Lu Ming bowed in thanks and went to the cliff edge to comprehend new insights. The Wudang disciples were left looking at each other in bewilderment; comparisons are truly infuriating!

Song Yuanqiao patted his son on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Look at you, and then look at Sect Leader Lu. He's younger than you, and his resources aren't as good as yours, but he's already better than your father. Start training extra hard from today. Even if you can't catch up to Sect Leader Lu, just being able to see him is good enough!"

Song Qingshu was truly caught in the crossfire. Thank you, dear father! You're really good at comforting people. You can't even see the taillights, so inhaling people's exhaust fumes is enough to make you feel good, huh?

a few days later.

Lu Ming sat cross-legged, opened his eyes, and realized that he had mastered the Wudang Nine Yang Skill. Even the Nine Yang Divine Skill had reached the eighth level, and he had unexpectedly gained a lot of experience from sparring with Zhang Sanfeng.

This comes from the entry for "Three Flowers Gathering at the Top". Starting from the Grandmaster level, one needs to cultivate the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit. Only by condensing one flower can one be considered a Grandmaster.

During this time, I consulted Zhang Sanfeng on many questions regarding the realm of martial arts. While martial arts techniques can be learned without a teacher and achieved through sparring with others, it's simply a matter of accumulating combat experience. However, few in the Huashan Sect could answer questions about the realm of martial arts mastery.

Even Feng Qingyang was only a Grandmaster, and he was extremely secretive about the higher realms.

In the martial arts world, only grandmasters and great grandmasters roam; those below that level are gone. They either hide away in seclusion to cultivate, or they are dead.

For a life in the martial world that lasts only a few decades, living it to the fullest is enough. The experience gained through struggle and battle will gradually be digested in old age, leading either to further advancement and longevity, or to a life ending in dust.

Whether it's a grandmaster or a great grandmaster, there are always ways to take them down. Poison, beautiful women, witchcraft, mind control, and so on—even a great grandmaster can be brought down if you're not careful.

Until one reaches the point of being immune to all poisons, one is essentially just an ordinary person, with little difference between them. To advance further, one must cultivate the three innate energies of the human body—essence, qi, and spirit—to their utmost, ensuring their flourishing and fusion into one, only then can one be considered to have broken through to the Celestial Realm.

Martial artists at this level are largely immune to poisons, and even if they are poisoned, they can easily expel it from their bodies. Their bodies, internal energy, and spirits have all been tempered, and their strength at this stage is indeed enough to take on an entire army. This may be a bit of an exaggeration, but it is sufficient for ordinary soldiers.

This level is extremely difficult to reach; it's only known in the martial arts world that Zhang Sanfeng achieved it, and no one else has. After all, not everyone can endure the solitude and arduous training. The bustling world always has its alluring aspects that allow martial artists to pause and enjoy themselves.

Power, money, status, fame, beautiful women, handsome men, or even masochism—there's bound to be one that suits you.

Zhang Sanfeng's advice is to not overthink things, eat when you're hungry, drink when you're thirsty. Sometimes, even when you reach the realm of celestial beings, there are many things you are powerless to change. For example, Yu Daiyan's disability, the tumultuous divorce of his disciple Zhang Cuishan and his wife, and the scheming of people's hearts are all things you can't stop.

This is a martial arts story, not a cultivation story. Even if you were to cultivate immortality, it wouldn't be omnipotent.

Asking Zhang Sanfeng to soar ten thousand miles into the air is impossible. Asking him to move mountains and fill seas is also impossible. So don't overthink it. Just cultivate step by step and leave everything to fate. If fate allows it, then it will succeed. If it doesn't work out, that's destiny, so just accept it honestly.

Lu Ming felt this deeply; no matter how high one's martial arts skills were, they couldn't move mountains or fill seas. Being able to preserve one's youth was already quite remarkable, let alone achieve immortality; extending one's lifespan was certainly possible.

Besides, breaking through to the Celestial Realm only means living for another two or three hundred years. Who knows what will happen then?

Empty your mind and stop thinking about too many worries. The only thing you need to consider is what Sang San Niang told him last night.

Dongfang Bubai actually considered cooperating with him, and even said that if he was willing, he could be paired with Ren Yingying, the Holy Maiden of the Sun Moon Sect.

To be honest, Lu Ming wasn't really excited about Ren Yingying at all. Perhaps it was because he had been with so many women, and his senior sister Yue Lingshan liked to pamper him; this feeling was incomparable to that of other women.

He wasn't excited at all; on the contrary, he was very interested in the other party's proposal to cooperate with the merchant guild to increase the sect's revenue.

If a sect wants to expand, it needs to spend money. Obtaining fees from merchants within its territory, which they voluntarily pay, is a very important part of this.

Why is the Sun Moon Sect able to suppress the Five Mountains Sword Sects, and even the Southern Wudang and Southern Shaolin have to avoid its sharp edge?

Ultimately, it's because they have money!

Not only were they wealthy, they also colluded with the local government. If Dongfang Bubai hadn't rebelled and seized power, incurring the dissatisfaction of many former officials, the Five Mountains Sword Sect wouldn't have had the chance to catch its breath and develop.

Most importantly, the southern border of Sichuan is close to the entrances to the Southern Frontier and the Western Regions. The Southern Frontier is mostly deep mountains and forests, rich in medicinal herbs. Only the Sun Moon Sect can communicate with them; other forces cannot, and even the government cannot intervene!