I am Jinshan Youxia

The first one to fall, the lucky one, had already appeared in his mind.

Chapter 8 A Visit

One day later, Runan, Leigushan.

The mountain stream is filled with bamboo forests, where skilled craftsmen have built pavilions out of bamboo. Even at noon, not a single ray of sunlight falls through, demonstrating the exquisite structure. It's just a pity that in the dead of winter, the whole bamboo forest inevitably appears eerie and filled with a chilling atmosphere.

"Tap~"

Zhang Chengyi, with his hands behind his back, wearing a thin, plain-colored long robe, landed lightly, displaying his arrogant nature. Fortunately, his internal strength was unmatched, and he was always in use, so he was immune to heat and cold. Otherwise, an ordinary person dressed like this in this weather would probably have fallen ill long ago.

[The bamboo pavilion has been found. Continue up the mountain path, and you will find the Valley of the Deaf and Mute.]

He had just left Shaolin Temple and was planning to go out into the martial arts world to see what it was all about. He had spent ten years honing his skills—well, ten months, ten days, ten hours—to hone his sword, and he wanted to find someone to witness his power.

But who could blame him when Wuyazi was too close to him?

The address of Leigushan Valley in Runan is clearly stated, just as he went to Shaolin Temple because it was close by, so naturally he also sought out Wuyazi because it was close by.

In the novel, Xuan Nan and his group were captured by Ding Chunqiu in Liudeng Town, south of Luoyang, and it took them eight or nine days to travel by sedan chair to Leigu Mountain. In reality, it was only about 300 kilometers.

Zhang Chengyi was even closer in the past, and his speed was even more impressive. He could stand on a high place and fly hundreds of meters away from the ground. If he traveled at full speed, sonic boom clouds would appear, which looked extremely terrifying.

Although it is largely related to the air density in the low-altitude environment, his speed has undoubtedly reached subsonic speed. Others worry that traveling at such a speed will consume his internal energy, but he doesn't care. As long as he wants, he can keep his internal energy at full capacity.

Two hundred kilometers is less than half an hour's walk for him, as easy and carefree as taking a stroll after a good meal.

He went down the mountain yesterday and even had time to change his original white shirt into a long robe. He ate and drank his fill and took a nap. He waited for half a day but did not see the Penglai Sect's revenge seekers that the Funiu Sect's bodyguard had mentioned. So he set off this morning.

Because he didn't know the exact location, he wandered around Runan for a long time before finally finding the bamboo pavilion and mountain path described in the novel at noon. It was no easy feat.

As Zhang Chengyi entered the bamboo forest and continued up the mountain path, he only touched the ground twice before he heard a "pop" behind him. Turning around, he vaguely saw firecrackers exploding in the sky near the bamboo pavilion, three times in a row.

It's likely that someone from the Deaf-Mute Sect was tipping them off.

He didn't think he was there to cause trouble, so he ignored him and continued uphill, soon arriving at a valley at the end of the mountain path.

Twenty or thirty men dressed as farmers stood guard at the entrance of the valley, holding long weapons, as if they were about to come out to meet the enemy.

From a distance, the valley is filled with pine trees, which is probably the Valley of Deafness and Muteness.

Zhang Chengyi felt reassured. He raised his hand and slammed a large crater into the ground as a warning. Ignoring the villagers who were on high alert, he spoke:

"Senior Wuyazi, I am Zhang Chengyi. I have long admired your name. I was passing through your esteemed place and heard that you were living in seclusion here, so I came to pay my respects." The voice, amplified by internal energy, reverberated through the valley, echoing more than ten times before dissipating.

After he finished speaking, he realized something—

What if this isn't the Valley of Deafness and Muteness, but another very similar place? Wouldn't that be incredibly awkward?

Fortunately, his ingenious idea did not come to fruition. After about twenty or thirty seconds, a short, thin old man emerged from the valley. Although it was said to be "walking," the actual speed was quite fast, indicating that it was a very profound and stylish light-body skill, which was far more sophisticated than the "miracle of brute force" that Zhang Chengyi had invented himself.

The old man was short and very thin, but had a sharp and handsome face. It was clear that he must have been a handsome man in his youth. After coming out, he bowed to the guest and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "I am Su Xinghe. I was unaware of your arrival and have failed to greet you properly."

Zhang Chengyi smiled slightly, then raised his hand and struck the bamboo forest to the side. The overwhelming force of his palm surged, and the compressed air exploded, blasting away a large swathe of bamboo with a loud bang. He said, "Mr. Su, I have come to pay my respects to Senior Wuyazi."

He doesn't like to play dumb to fool others; when it comes to force, you have to show it first to earn respect.

Just like how clothes make the man and a saddle makes the horse, if you're not dressed properly, don't blame people for looking down on you.

Su Xinghe's expression changed. His composure was truly remarkable. Facing such a formidable enemy, he remained calm and composed the next second and said, "I am the master of this Valley of Deafness and Muteness. I have never known of Wuyazi."

"The Free and Unfettered Sect, Wuyazi, Ding Chunqiu, sir, please don't make me take action," Zhang Chengyi said with a smile, uttering three words in a row.

Just as Su Xinghe was about to continue pretending to be deaf and dumb, he seemed to hear someone say something in his ear, and his expression changed again, revealing a hint of sorrow. His lips trembled as he said, "Your Excellency, Your Excellency, please come with me."

With a wave of his hand, the deaf and mute villagers dispersed at the mouth of the valley.

[It must be a superior skill of transmitting sound secretly, what a pity...]

Zhang Chengyi followed Su Xinghe into the Valley of the Deaf and Mute with a touch of regret, lamenting that his chances of learning the skill were too low.

Martial arts are not something you can learn just by snapping your fingers. The higher the level of the skill, the more basic knowledge it involves, and it also requires all sorts of random insights. As a modern transmigrator, he had already reached his limit by following the instructions to operate the internal energy cultivation method. He didn't understand why it was operated in this way at all; he knew what it was but not why it was so.

Otherwise, why would you need someone to help you invent martial arts?

Of course, he doesn't think martial arts skills can reach the point of leaving this world, but we still have to give it a try, right? It's always right to aim for that goal.

What if there's hope? He has plenty of time; it's always good to give him a chance.

While pondering, the two walked through the pine forest and came to three wooden houses. The houses had no doors or windows, which looked quite peculiar.

"Please come in for a chat, sir." A deep, aged voice echoed through the wooden house.

"Excuse me." Zhang Chengyi ignored the wise and eloquent Mr. Su Xinghe, whose face was filled with sorrow and indignation. With a light step, his body floated over like a wisp of smoke. With a push, the wooden walls of the house were crushed as if they were made of paper. With a casual grab, most of the walls were crushed into fragments by his hand.

The room was empty. He stepped inside, focused on listening to the breathing and heartbeat behind the left wall, and lightly flicked his fingers.

"Sizzle! Crack!"

The partition wall shattered into pieces, revealing a middle-aged man sitting suspended in mid-air inside. He had a handsome face, bright eyes, and a well-maintained, glossy black beard. He was elegant and dashing at first glance.

[What a show-off!]

Zhang Chengyi sighed. Despite being completely paralyzed, he managed to suspend himself with black ropes and use his internal energy to make himself appear to be sitting. The wall behind him was also black, so the black ropes were not visible at first glance. Who would believe that this was not intentional?

A person who is completely paralyzed dresses up so handsomely, isn't it just to show off?

No wonder he's a carefree person who values ​​looks.

Chapter 9 I am Jinshan Youxia

"Didn't you ask?"

Wu Yazi spoke with such elegance, and his posture was impeccable.

Oh no, he's completely paralyzed, he's just using his internal strength and ropes to create a pose, all for the sake of looking cool.

"I am Zhang Chengyi, the Wandering Swordsman of Jinshan."

Zhang Chengyi had to admit that he had lost in the art of showing off and being cool. He clasped his hands in a fist and introduced himself.

Runzhou Jinshan?

Wu Yazi remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was guessing. The term "wandering knight" was easy to understand; it was an old term. It was a bit strange to call himself that, but not hard to accept.

Jinshan, he could only think of Jinshan, which was formerly known as Jingkou and is now one of the three mountains of Runzhou. Could it be that the other party's hometown is there?

The accent doesn't sound like it.

Zhang Chengyi completely disregarded the other party's thoughts and said directly, "I have come here today to invite Senior Wuyazi to study martial arts together."

"together?"

Wu Yazi asked in confusion.

Zhang Chengyi said earnestly, "Although it's just you here now, senior, that's alright. In a few months or at most half a year, I will definitely invite a few more senior experts to come over."

For the first time in his life, Wu Yazi felt utterly speechless and asked, "What if I don't want to?"

"I am willing to take action to kill Ding Chunqiu and do my best to help you recover," Zhang Chengyi stated his terms.

Little did he know that his words were meant to be "killed," which, in the eyes of Wu Yazi, who considered himself a scholar and poet, sounded like utter banditry and displeased him greatly.

There's no way around it; modern surfing anime fans can't possibly be all serious and speak in a literary style every day. The fact that he didn't use any memes or come up with a special phrase is already a sign that he's mindful of his image.

Seeing that Wuyazi hadn't spoken for a while, he reached out and grabbed him. At such close range, his peak internal strength and peak physical qualities were brought to their fullest potential.

The current leader of the Xiaoyao Sect only realized what was happening after he was captured, and broke out in a cold sweat.

"This is my sincerity."

As Zhang Chengyi spoke, he continuously channeled his inner energy, and soon he felt his true energy being drawn away as if by a magnet. An ordinary person would probably be unable to utter a word, and a master would at most force it away. However, he calmly said, "I have heard that the Beiming Divine Art of the Xiaoyao Sect can absorb other people's inner energy and turn it into his own. You may take all of my true energy, senior."

In terms of sheer quantity, his true energy is absolutely inexhaustible. He can absorb as much as he wants, let's see if your Northern Darkness Divine Art is more powerful, or my Golden Mountain Wanderer is more awesome.

good boy!

Wu Yazi was forced to meet an outsider and disliked him. Upon hearing these confident words, his long-dormant competitive spirit surged, and he unleashed his full power to circulate the Northern Darkness Divine Art within his body, gulping down a massive amount of true energy like a whale drinking water.

Confident in his more than seventy years of diligent practice, and fueled by his competitive spirit, he completely forgot the great taboo of the Northern Darkness Divine Art: if the enemy's internal strength is greater than his own, then the sea will flow back into the river, which is extremely dangerous. He then frantically inhaled the energy.

The two remained deadlocked.

While Zhang Chengyi kept adjusting his internal energy to its maximum value, he was so bored that he almost yawned. He didn't feel anything at all, and the true energy he lost was even less than what he had used up during his relentless bombardment yesterday.

Wu Yazi was increasingly alarmed as he inhaled the air. His initial thought of teaching the boy a lesson, then realizing he was a master with profound internal strength, then that this person was no less powerful than him, and finally realizing that the other party was the vast ocean while he was just a stream, was too late.

The true energy surged in like seawater, and the characteristics of the Northern Darkness Divine Art made the speed at which the true energy was absorbed extremely fast. With the help of inertia, even he could not stop and could only struggle to hold on.

Fortunately, the opponent's internal energy was balanced and tranquil, cultivated using a first-class health preservation method, which allowed him to barely hold on for a while. However, after a full five minutes, the expert in front of him remained calm and composed, with his true energy flowing incessantly. He really couldn't hold on any longer.

Her fair, jade-like face flushed crimson, and she felt as if all the major acupoints on her body were expanding and bursting.

That's enough!

Wu Yazi closed his eyes.

"Huh, you're not doing well?" Zhang Chengyi waved his hand and pushed away the Free and Unfettered Sect Leader, whose skin was bulging and whose pores were oozing blood. The true energy that was flowing back was suppressed by the extremely large true energy in his body, and there was no sign of any backlash.

"puff!"

Wu Yazi spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes tightly closed. He couldn't care less about maintaining his handsome image as a senior master. His paralyzed limbs hung down naturally, suspended by ropes. He had no way to pay attention to the outside world. He kept circulating the Beiming Divine Art to digest the massive amount of true energy surging into his body.

"Master!" Su Xinghe probably heard the sound of vomiting blood. As soon as he entered, he saw his master standing there with his front stained with blood, looking as if he were dead. He cried out in shock, his heart filled with grief and indignation, and rushed towards the murderer.

"What are you doing? Stop messing around."

Zhang Chengyi, as if squeezing a roaring Chihuahua, pinned down the renowned Congbian Master with one hand.

With his internal energy at this level, simply enhancing his physical reactions surpasses 99% of martial arts techniques. No matter how many changes the enemy makes, he can just grab them with one blow.

Faster, more accurate, and stronger, they can't even react in time, so who wouldn't get caught like a chick?

The only problem was that the skinny, short Su Xinghe looked particularly comical being carried around.

Wu Yazi did hear his disciple's voice filled with grief and indignation, but he couldn't care less.

After being captured, Su Xinghe felt a rush of blood to his head, and with a hiccup, he fainted from anger and grief.

"Look at him, what's the point?" Zhang Chengyi shook the short, thin, withered old man in his hand, shook his head, and waited patiently for a while.

Having lived for so long, Wu Yazi must have some skill. He quickly dealt with the chaotic internal energy within his body, opened his eyes, saw the unconscious disciple, sighed softly, and said, "Young friend, you have truly given me a great gift."

Despite being paralyzed after falling off a cliff, he actually possessed over seventy years of internal energy cultivation and was able to move around with some difficulty.