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

Chapter 99 Zhang Sanfeng's reputation is well-deserved

If you can't discipline your master, can't you discipline your son? I'll make you laugh at your father!

Zhang Sanfeng watched the show from the sidelines. He couldn't control how his disciple taught his son. He said in a calm tone, "Next year, I'll choose an auspicious day to pass the leadership of the sect to you. Remember to invite other sects to witness it. Brat, not passing the leadership to you allows you to roam the martial world without so many worries. Now that you've had your fun, it's time to settle down."

Song Yuanqiao was shocked and quickly bowed his head, saying, "Master, you are in your prime, this is unacceptable!"

"Bullshit! It's settled then."

Song Yuanqiao was quite embarrassed after being scolded. Others might not know, but only he and his fellow disciples knew that their master was becoming more and more unconventional as he got older. In his words, he only grew stronger by doing whatever he pleased.

Anyway, he's not very bright, so this is how his life will be. He's already quite adept at handling miscellaneous tasks and interpersonal relationships as a sect leader, and now he's just officially in charge instead of just holding the title.

If the master scolds them with a smile, it means he's in a good mood. But if he explains things to them in a serious manner, they should start to wonder if they've done something wrong that has displeased the master.

At this moment, Song Qingshu tried to speak, "Congratulations, Father. Father, do you think we should discuss with Abbess Miejue whether we can marry Junior Sister Zhou to our family?"

Before Song Yuanqiao could speak, Zhang Sanfeng coughed lightly: "Others are fine, but not Zhou girl. Miejue said she would be trained as her last disciple, and she's not suitable for you either."

There was one more thing he didn't say: he could tell Zhou Zhiruo was already a married woman, and he had even asked Abbess Miejue about it. Instead, he was rebuffed, told that she already knew, that her fiancé was of good character and martial arts skills, and that they would marry in a few years.

Since that's what they've said, why should he worry about it?

Sometimes Zhang Sanfeng wondered if it was because of their shared lineage. His own love life was troubled, and so were his disciple's and grand-disciple's. Sigh, what a mess!

In the distance, Lu Ming and Yu Erxia clapped their hands together and then separated.

"You flatter me!"

"Sect Leader Lu's cultivation is extraordinary, thank you for your kind offer."

Yu Erxia was a man of few words; he was straightforward and to the point. If someone could say something like that, it meant that the other party had defeated him.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue, but rather that his meridians were completely empty and his internal energy had been depleted. If his opponent hadn't shown mercy, he would definitely have been disemboweled.

The Wudang Nine Yang Skill doesn't have a slow internal energy recovery speed, but it can't withstand the high energy consumption of the moves. He's not someone like Lu Ming who possesses extraordinary skills, so it's normal for him to lose.

Moreover, Yu Lianzhou had a feeling that if it were a life-or-death struggle, he would be lucky to last three moves.

What seemed like a dangerous fight was actually anticipated by the opponent. Before the moves were even made, they had already been seen through. How could they possibly fight back?

[Acquired the entry "Mastery of Fist and Palm"]

Well, another entry that's gathering dust.

Lu Ming felt somewhat bored. Forget about getting a Prism-grade item; even a Gold-grade item seemed difficult now. His gaze turned to Zhang Sanfeng, hoping this number one martial artist might bring some unexpected gains.

Zhang Sanfeng's expression was somewhat strange. He knew what Lu Ming was going to do with just a glance. He patted his stomach and said heartily, "Good lad, you've defeated seven of my disciples, and now you're eyeing this old Daoist again, huh?"

"I was being presumptuous. If I could receive guidance from Master Zhang, that would be wonderful."

"Alright, use your strongest moves, don't hold back. Let me see just how capable the person that brat Miejue has set her sights on really is!"

Lu Ming helplessly spread his hands and said, "Uh, are we really going to go all out? If we injure Master Zhang, I'm afraid the Seven Heroes will tear me apart!"

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an aura of supreme mastery. Even the mountain breeze seemed to freeze around him: "I've roamed the martial world for decades, and I've always been the one to injure others, never the one to injure me. Enough talk, come on, use your full strength!"

Lu Ming nodded, drew his sword for the first time, and unleashed his full inner strength. A purple sword beam slashed down from a great distance, its sharp edge carving a deep crack in the ground.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded and then shook his head, casually flicking his sleeve. The unstoppable sword energy was thrown aside, slicing through countless green bamboos with a crackling sound. Finally, the energy became unstable and crashed into the mountain wall, blasting stone chips into the air.

"Your momentum is good, but your control of force is not precise, wasting your energy on trivial matters. When you can achieve a state of complete focus and prevent your energy from leaking out, you'll have entered the first stage."

Looking at the fallen bamboo forest and the craters in the mountainside, the Seven Heroes of Wudang fell silent. It seemed their earlier statement about a mere sparring match was true; if they had gone all out, could they have withstood a single blow?

It seems like it's been split in two, right? This fits the reputation of the Huashan Sword Demon circulating in the martial arts world—very sinister!

"Master Zhang, be careful."

As soon as Lu Ming finished speaking, he unleashed a barrage of purple sword energies, so numerous they were dazzling to behold. Each sword energy had become more restrained, no longer leaving scratches on the ground, but compressing his inner force into the sword energy, making its destructive power and force even greater!

good boy!

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Sanfeng's eyes. He assumed the starting stance of Tai Chi, moving as slowly as an old man doing aerobics in a park. Yet, every sword aura that approached was deflected, and those that occasionally touched the hem of his clothes were quickly annihilated.

If that were all, it wouldn't be so amazing. As the Tai Chi movements unfold, the sword energy is reflected back, its power even greater. Using their own spear against their own shield—what do you think?

Bang! Bang! A series of sword energies exploded with booming sounds, their sharp sword intent spreading outwards. Everyone was forced to retreat, even ten feet away, still feeling the stinging pain, and could only continue retreating.

Such overwhelming sword energy, like a torrential downpour, occurred even though there had been no close combat. The two had been fighting for a quarter of an hour, and Lu Ming's sword energy still couldn't break through Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi defense. He strolled over leisurely, and the sword energy bounced off.

In Lu Ming's eyes, Tai Chi was full of flaws, one after another, with the next flaw appearing before the previous one had even disappeared. When he attacked these weaknesses with his sword energy, the flaws actually became techniques, deflecting the sword energy.

The interplay of feints and real attacks makes it difficult to distinguish between a weakness and a genuine move. Or perhaps, Tai Chi has no weaknesses, forging a unique and unconventional path.

Finally, Zhang Sanfeng found Lu Ming and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Complete defeat!

If we ignore the slight tear in Zhang Sanfeng's clothes and consider it a victory, then Lu Ming was almost completely defeated.

call!

Lu Ming sheathed his sword, cupped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Master Zhang. Tai Chi Chuan is full of illusions and real moves; it is both a feint and a strike. To do as one pleases—that kind of artistic conception is probably not just an artistic conception."

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, his tone somewhat smug, showing none of the aloofness of a reclusive master: "Haha, after momentum comes domain, after domain comes artistic conception, and after artistic conception comes each person's martial arts mindset, which can also be called martial arts."

"You're young, but if you hadn't run into this old Taoist and a few other old monsters, no one could have done anything to you. Your thinking is right, you still need to break through in your sword intent. If you can persevere, even this old Taoist won't be a match for you."

"There's a line in the Nine Yang Manual: 'Let him be as fierce as he may, the gentle breeze still caresses the mountain.' Don't let your mind be disturbed. Others will always be others; what suits you best is the best. Even if I taught these good-for-nothing disciples my Tai Chi, they wouldn't be able to learn it. You, however, have a bright future!"

[Achievement complete: Sparring with Zhang Sanfeng, the greatest martial artist, and obtaining the Prism Color entry!]