Martial Arts Crossover: Zhao Min, your sidekick is really something else.

"Daiyan, I'm afraid Master's health won't hold up."

"Master!"

Yu Daiyan's eyes reddened with anxiety, his heart filled with hatred.

He hated himself for being a useless person, unable to share the burden with his master or contribute to Wudang.

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand and continued:

"After these days of seclusion, I have finally managed to deduce the complete Tai Chi Chuan."

"Now that you're all alone, you have to memorize the boxing techniques and pass them down in Wudang."

"But Master, I'm a cripple!"

Yu Daiyan is right.

He can't even stand up now, so how much can he remember by relying solely on his brain?

Zhang Sanfeng sighed and mentioned Zhang Cuishan, the most insightful of his fellow disciples.

Unfortunately, he was driven to his death by the martial arts world of the Central Plains.

Upon hearing his father's name, Zhang Wuji felt a lump in his throat, and his heart was filled with indescribable emotions.

Zhang Sanfeng didn't say anything more. In front of Yu Daiyan and Zhang Wuji, he slowly began to practice Tai Chi.

Although he was always wary of Zhang Wuji, suspecting him to be an assassin sent by the Ming Cult.

He has absolute confidence in his boxing skills.

Without Wudang's internal strength and movement techniques, it's impossible to learn this set of boxing techniques.

The problem is that Zhang Wuji's Wudang skills were all taught to him personally by Zhang Sanfeng!

Initially, Zhang Wuji did indeed have the intention of secretly learning the techniques and memorizing them.

But as he looked, his pupils suddenly contracted.

A look of shock flashed in his eyes, and he almost cried out.

He clenched his fists tightly, suppressing the gasp that was about to escape his throat.

But the shock and doubt in my heart were impossible to suppress.

The flow of this set of fist techniques... how come it has an inexplicable similarity to Xiao Yaoqing's palm techniques?

Right.

They all employ the principle of using minimal force to overcome great strength. Wudang's Tai Chi, Ming Cult's Qiankun Great Shift, and Yihua Palace's Yihua Jieyu all ultimately rely on the principle of using the opponent's force against them.

This is why when Xiao Yaoqing performed the "Transferring Flowers and Jade" move on Bright Peak, some people thought it was the "Great Shift of Heaven and Earth," while others insisted that it was Wudang's Tai Chi skill.

But if you look closely, there are some serious problems inside.

It was precisely because of this difference that Zhang Wuji's brows furrowed even more deeply, and he muttered to himself:

"Although these two martial arts styles seem to follow the same path, why does the set of fist techniques that Grandmaster used seem more clumsy compared to Xiao Yaoqing's palm techniques?"

of course.

Tai Chi Chuan was only recently developed by Zhang Sanfeng, and it hasn't even been properly practiced yet.

This seclusion was to perfect this boxing style, but unexpectedly someone shouted it out.

But Xiao Yaoqing's method of "transferring flowers and jade" was different.

That thing is a family skill passed down for generations in the Yihua Palace, and it has long been honed to perfection.

For hundreds of years, Yihua Palace has relied on this set of skills to dominate the martial arts world and has never suffered a loss.

But this does not mean that Tai Chi has lost to the art of "Yi Hua Jie Yu" (a martial art technique).

These two paths are ultimately not the same thing.

After finishing the set of punches, Zhang Wuji was filled with suspicion and couldn't remember a single move.

Just then, the alarm bell outside the mountain gate rang.

Those "Ming Cult" members

The bandits have already stormed into the main hall of Wudang Mountain.

With no other option, Zhang Sanfeng led Yu Daiyan, several third-generation members, and a "Ming Cult assassin."

Zhang Wuji and his companion hurried towards the main hall.

The hall was packed with people near the door, each one looking fierce and menacing.

Standing at the very front was Zhao Min, who had changed into men's clothing.

She had one hand behind her back and the other gently waving a folding fan, a smile that everyone recognized on her face.

Next to her was Xiao Yaoqing, who was yawning and carrying a sword in one hand.

—There's nothing we can do; it's Zhao Min's choice to come and cause trouble at Wudang Mountain in the middle of the night.

Behind them followed the ascetic monk Fan Yao, Yu Chi Feng, and the two elders from Dadu.

Next are Ah Da, Ah Er, and Ah San.

The three men kept glancing furtively at Xiao Yaoqing, their fear barely concealed.

The rest were all disguised Yuan soldiers.

"Master Zhang has arrived!!"

Someone muttered something under their breath, and Zhao Min and her group immediately felt their hearts leap into their throats.

That's right.

Although Zhao Min had sent people to assassinate Zhang Sanfeng early on, she knew that she wasn't very confident about the outcome.

The assassins under her command were far inferior to Zhang Sanfeng.

If the Xuanming Elders were to personally launch a sneak attack on Zhang Sanfeng, they might have a better chance of winning.

Of course, if it were Xiao Yaoqing who took action.

In Zhao Min's view, that was a sure thing.

But Zhao Min was afraid that something might happen to Xiao Yaoqing, so she would never let him do such a job.

Just then, the sound of footsteps on the ground came from behind.

Leading the group was Zhang Sanfeng, who had white hair and a youthful face. Behind him were several third-generation members of Wudang, carrying a stretcher made of bamboo poles.

Lying on the stretcher is Yu Daiyan, one of the Three Heroes of Wudang.

The group of people made a lot of noise, but Xiao Yaoqing, who was standing next to Zhao Min, could hear it clearly—Zhang Sanfeng's footsteps were not among them.

That's right, he's a top-tier expert.

The way he stood there gave off the feeling of a kind old man, like the kind of old man who would give candy to the neighborhood kids every day.

But in the eyes of martial arts practitioners, the oppressive aura emanating from Zhang Sanfeng is not to be underestimated at all!

This person's kung fu is clearly incredibly advanced.

Moreover, Xiao Yaoqing saw through it at a glance.

The pure Yang energy within Zhang Sanfeng's body circulated smoothly and powerfully.

"Zhang Sanfeng wasn't injured at all!"

Xiao Yaoqing was the first to confirm his own judgment.

A sense of unease crept into his heart, and he thought to himself:

"The situation at Wudang Mountain today is probably even more complicated than what is described in the books."

The book states that Zhang Sanfeng was definitely injured.

Even when he was injured, he was still closely watched by Zhao Min, and in the end, it was Zhang Wuji, who had mastered both the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Great Shift of the Universe, who came to the rescue.

Then, one by one, the masters of the Ming Cult arrived, finally relieving the siege of Wudang Mountain.

But now.

Zhang Sanfeng was completely unharmed. Even if Zhang Wuji wasn't present, things at Wudang Mountain today would probably be difficult to handle.

But what Xiao Yaoqing didn't know was...

No one present—whether it was the low-ranking Wudang practitioners, the martial arts masters from Zhao Min's side, or even Zhang Wuji hiding behind Yu Daiyan—could tell that Zhang Sanfeng was still at full strength.

In other words, only Xiao Yaoqing noticed Zhang Sanfeng's difference!

Especially Zhang Wuji, who even used his Nine Yang Divine Skill's true energy to probe it.

They were all fooled by Zhang Sanfeng's use of internal force to control their movements.

Zhang Wuji stood in the crowd, his heart heavy, his mind filled with the events that had just transpired.

The martial arts experts on Zhao Min's side all breathed a sigh of relief, their expressions noticeably more relaxed.

Surrounded by a group of people, Zhang Sanfeng slowly walked to the front of the main hall.

He held a whisk in his hand, looked up at Zhao Min, and asked:

"Our Wudang sect and the Ming Cult have always kept to themselves. Why did you have to come up the mountain and injure my disciples while I was in seclusion?"

As soon as these words were spoken, many people felt a jolt in their hearts—Zhang Zhenren's voice sounded so soft and weak.

It was as if he had lost all his strength and his voice was weak.

The people who were with Zhao Min exchanged glances, their conviction growing stronger—Zhang Sanfeng was indeed injured.

But Xiao Yaoqing glanced at it, slightly curled the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself:

That old man is faking it.

He couldn't hide his martial arts skills from someone skilled in combat.

The internal energy within Zhang Sanfeng was as thick as a large water vat; there was no sign of weakness whatsoever.

Unfortunately, few of the people present had that insight.

Upon hearing Zhang Sanfeng's tone, Zhao Min felt relieved.

She felt that those assassins she sent out had not died in vain.

She snapped the folding fan in her hand shut.

He closed his mouth, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhang Sanfeng, bowed slightly, but his back remained as straight as a spear.

"Master Zhang, you must know that Song Yuanqiao, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu from Wudang went to Bright Peak of my Ming Cult with the other five major sects, right?"

"Today, our Ming Cult has come to Wudang to return the courtesy."

As Zhao Min said this, she had a smile on her face; it was a "return gift."

The two words were pronounced very heavily.

Zhang Sanfeng's face remained largely expressionless, still fixed on Zhao Min:

"I wonder which eminent figure from the Ming Cult has arrived?"

Zhao Min accepted the cupped-hand salute, flicked her folding fan, put one hand behind her back, and raised her chin:

"This junior is Zhang Wuji, the leader of the Ming Cult."

The voice just fell.

A low voice came from the Wudang side.

Yu Daiyan, who was lying on the stretcher, suddenly propped himself up and almost sat up. His face was full of surprise as he stared intently at Zhao Min.

Zhang Sanfeng was also taken aback for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Yu Daiyan before turning back to look at Zhao Min:

"I never expected that the leader of the Ming Cult would be a girl, and she even shares the same name as my disciple Wuji, who has been missing ever since."

At this point, a faint trace of melancholy flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's eyes, and his voice lowered slightly:

"I wonder where my Wuji is right now, and if he's still alive..."

Standing behind Yu Daiyan, Zhang Wuji felt a lump in his throat and a surge of warmth in his heart upon hearing these words.

My great-grandfather still thinks of me.

His lips moved, but he couldn't quite describe the feelings in his heart.

Zhao Min was unaware that Zhang Wuji was Zhang Sanfeng's grand-disciple.

In the original book, she was stunned for a moment after hearing Zhang Sanfeng's words.

But now—she didn't think much about it, just smiled and tapped the fan twice in her palm.

Zhao Min's words were deliberately meant to stab Zhang Sanfeng in the heart.

She had already heard about the relationship between Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng from Xiao Yaoqing, and now, in front of the old Taoist priest, she said the most unpleasant things possible.

"Master Zhang, how many of my Ming Cult's people died when your Wudang forces besieged Bright Peak? Today, I, Zhang Wuji, will make you, Wudang, pay for your blood debt!"

Zhang Sanfeng stood there, gently waving his whisk.

"I'm right here. Today I'll see who dares to act wildly in front of me."

He wasn't physically injured at the moment, but he remained wary of the "little assassin" behind him.

Zhang Wuji.

Because he was distracted, he didn't get a good look at the group of people around Zhao Min.

He was just a little puzzled—how come he couldn't sense any internal energy fluctuations from the young man standing next to the girl?

Even a master of Zhang Sanfeng's caliber had to examine Xiao Yaoqing's background.

Seeing how assertive he was, Zhao Min's smile deepened.

"Master Zhang, even if you have all your inner strength at its peak today, I'm afraid you still can't kill us all, can you?"

Xiao Yaoqing, who was listening nearby, found it a bit strange.

That's as if Zhang Sanfeng could really exhaust all his internal energy and still not be able to defeat them.

To put it bluntly, Zhao Min is risking lives, preparing to fight Zhang Sanfeng to the death.