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

Chapter 98 Master, you're too crude!

The air outside the bamboo courtyard was filled with a fragrant aroma. The Wudang Sect did not prohibit meat consumption, except for Old Zhang, who preferred vegetarian food. How could a martial artist practice without eating meat? He would become weak and sore after only a few moves.

Lu Ming ate heartily, replenishing his depleted energy without any restraint. In fact, the internal energy he had used to treat Yu Daiyan was only a drop in the ocean, and the recovery speed alone was much faster than what he had consumed.

At this moment, it's all just an act, making myself appear to have expended a great deal of effort in order to gain more favors.

Inside the room, Yu Daiyan's excited voice could still be heard: "I can feel my legs again! Master, I can feel my legs again!"

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"Junior brother, look, aren't my toes moving?"

"Big brother, my leg hurts so much!"

Inside, the Seven Heroes were reminiscing, their cries punctuated by occasional wails and Zhang Sanfeng's scathing laughter. If outsiders knew, they would be utterly astonished—these were the renowned Seven Heroes of Wudang? Why were they crying?!

Song Qingshu was speechless. He was instructed to entertain Lu Ming outside. Before he could even say two words, Lu Ming told him to hurry up and serve the dishes.

"You can eat so much, are you Pigsy from Journey to the West?"

Looking at the stack of plates, nearly half a person's height, Song Qingshu was speechless. Just as he was about to speak, he noticed Lu Ming had already sat down cross-legged to meditate and recover. He could only helplessly close his mouth, thinking, "What kind of person is this?!"

After a long while, Song Yuanqiao finally handed over a newly copied book, his tone filled with undisguised joy: "This is the Wudang Nine Yang Skill. Many thanks to Headmaster Lu for his miraculous healing of my third brother. We are deeply grateful, and from now on, the Wudang Sect will maintain good relations with the Huashan and Hengshan Sects. If Headmaster Lu needs anything, just give the order, and as long as it doesn't violate our principles, we brothers will certainly repay you!"

Lu Ming put the book away and placed it in his robes, his handsome face breaking into a warm smile: "Hero Song, you flatter me. I've already received the payment for treating patients. It's an honor for our sect to befriend the Wudang Sect."

"I will stay here for a few days until Yu Sanxia is able to circulate his internal energy. If you all have time, please feel free to spar with me and broaden my horizons."

Since we're already here, it would be impolite not to grab some keywords!

Song Yuanqiao, unaware of the other party's intentions, laughed and said, "It's alright. Let's just have a friendly spar and stop when we've made our point. Let's not ruin our harmony."

Lu Ming nodded: "Then I'll trouble you, Master Song, to arrange a place to stay. I'm a bit tired today, so let's chat another day."

"Okay, this way please. The master said you can stay in the courtyard."

It's convenient to be taken care of here, and you can know immediately if anything happens.

Looking at Lu Ming, who was younger than him but received his father's respect, Song Qingshu felt a pang of resentment. If he knew that his beloved Zhou Zhiruo had already consummated her marriage with Lu Ming, he wondered if he would go berserk to the point of shattering his Dao heart.

Inside the room, Lu Ming was flipping through books. The Wudang Nine Yang Skill was only Grade B, yet it was a treasured possession even among second-rate sects. It contained less than one-tenth of the true essence of the Nine Yangs; most of it was created by Zhang Sanfeng himself through his understanding of Taoism and fragments of the Nine Yangs memory.

Shaolin Nine Yang is purely fierce and powerful, while Wudang Nine Yang takes a gentler approach, combining both masculine and feminine qualities, achieving a balance of yin and yang, and surprisingly, it is of the yin attribute!

"Now all that's missing is the Emei Nine Yang Skill. It seems necessary to make a trip to the Emei Sect to exchange it with Abbess Miejue. This skill is the Emei Sect's most treasured technique, and when mastered, its power is no less than that of a top-tier internal cultivation method."

"Only true disciples can learn it. Ding Minjun and Zhou Zhiruo are qualified, but they don't know the whole text. Even if they were willing to teach, they wouldn't be able to learn it themselves; one must have the complete text."

Lu Ming was very curious about what kind of mental cultivation method could be synthesized by combining the three types of Nine Yang with the original Nine Yang Divine Skill.

The benefits of internal energy cultivation are numerous; the Purple Cloud Divine Skill alone is enough to make him famous throughout the martial arts world. However, it's still not enough; the increase in destructive power is insufficient!

Calm your mind and begin practicing the Wudang Nine Yang Skill. With no distracting thoughts, cultivate the natural spirit.

Overnight, relying on the foundation laid previously, Wudang Nine Yang Skill had reached the seventh level of mastery. Such rapid progress was unparalleled in the Wudang Sect.

Even among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, only Yu the Second Hero has reached the Perfect Realm; the others are either at the Great Perfection or hovering on the edge of it.

In terms of talent, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were not particularly gifted; what was truly admirable was their chivalrous spirit. After all, they had Zhang Sanfeng, the number one martial artist, above them, who had accomplished the feat of vanquishing demons over sixty years. If they dared to take a single wrong step and violate the spirit of chivalry, breaking their legs would be the lightest punishment.

I went outside, having not slept all night, but I was still in excellent spirits.

Upon seeing Mo Shenggu arrive, Lu Ming pulled him aside for a sparring match. They agreed to stop short of serious conflict, using tree branches as swords for their exchanges—a rather unremarkable and harmless contest.

After fifty moves, Lu Ming tapped his opponent's shoulder with a tree branch, marking the end of the sparring session.

[Acquired the skill "Sword Mastery (Purple)"]

Well, it's better than nothing.

After that, Lu Ming would seize any opportunity to spar with anyone who came to visit Yu Daiyan. Without exception, they all gained the skill of "Sword Mastery," showing that swordsmanship was their forte.

No matter how many entries there are, only the top-level ones are effective. So, the entries you get are just sitting in the library gathering dust, unused.

However, when he sparred with the Second Hero Yu Lianzhou, the latter suggested that they not use swords, but instead spar with fists and feet. He had created a unique martial art called Tiger Claw Extinction Hand, which was designed to attack vital parts of the body, such as the waist. It was extremely vicious and could not be used except in life-or-death situations.

This is quite similar to street fighting; both are about low-life tactics, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them thug fights.

You can laugh at thugs and hooligans, but you can't underestimate the techniques they've developed. Gouging out eyes, stabbing the groin, striking the heart, locking the throat—these moves are all aimed at killing in one strike.

The two exchanged over a hundred blows, and the mere clash of their energies caused a section of the bamboo forest to collapse. Their speed was incredible; their attacks were relentless, each striking vital points. This was no mere sparring; it was a life-or-death struggle.

Song Yuanqiao asked cautiously, somewhat worried, "Master, Second Junior Brother and the others are fighting too dangerously. Should we tell them to stop?"

Zhang Sanfeng glanced at his eldest disciple with annoyance and snorted, "This is nothing! I've been through far more dangerous things. Go fight the Carefree King yourself, and you'll see this is just child's play!"

The Carefree King was a master from the Western Regions. Back then, he defeated Zhang Sanfeng, whose martial arts were not yet fully developed, so badly that Zhang Sanfeng fled in terror. Later, when Zhang Sanfeng used Tai Chi, he was so defeated that he became withdrawn and returned to the Western Regions to cultivate in seclusion until his death, never daring to set foot in the Central Plains.

Song Yuanqiao blushed with embarrassment after being reprimanded, and stammered, "Master, you're being too rude."

Zhang Sanfeng slapped him on the forehead: "You're the true face of Wudang. This is just my temper. What, you're not convinced?"

Song Qingshu lowered his head and laughed heartily. This was the first time he had seen his master's true face; all that otherworldly air was just an act! But as he laughed, he saw Song Yuanqiao's murderous gaze, and his laughter immediately stopped. If nothing unexpected happened, he was about to be in trouble!

Sure enough, Song Yuanqiao's voice was icy: "Laugh? What are you laughing at! Go back and copy the Wudang precepts ten times. If your internal strength hasn't reached the Great Perfection level in half a month, you'll be confined for a year!"

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