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"This place is even more impressive than the last time I came!"

He had previously visited Wudang Mountain, a place renowned for its martial arts prowess.

Huang Feihong nodded in agreement.

"It's definitely different."

He had recently visited Wudang Mountain in his own world to exchange for martial arts manuals, but it was nothing compared to the ethereal mountain in front of him.

Gazing at the misty scenery in the distance, Wong Fei-hung continued to sigh.

"The mountain has become higher, and the spiritual energy is so rich that it's comfortable to look at. It's almost as good as a high-level martial arts training room."

These words made Ip Man and the others think.

Perhaps it's time to find a way to upgrade the level of my world.

With the help of chat groups, reaching the Golden Core realm of martial arts like Zhang Sanfeng shouldn't be difficult.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Rise and Fall of Wudang.

Heroes' Birthday Celebration Record

At the foot of the mountain, crowds gathered as martial arts practitioners from various schools gradually assembled.

Kuina and Gabriel arrived at the scene via projection and were excitedly looking around at the antique buildings.

Because it's a group projection mode, their conversation won't be heard by outsiders.

More and more martial arts practitioners flocked up the mountain, and when they passed the Sword-Unsheathing Stone, many of them openly refused to remove their weapons.

They came with ill intentions, aiming to force Xie Xun and the whereabouts of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and naturally had no intention of abiding by the rules of Wudang.

Just as a conflict was about to erupt, Yin Liting arrived in time to mediate and allowed them to bring weapons up the mountain.

These martial arts figures immediately became arrogant, thinking that the Wudang Sect was showing weakness.

Little did they know that Zhang Sanfeng had already seen everything, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Yue Buqun couldn't help but complain in the group chat.

"What kind of time is this to still be thinking about the Dragon Slayer Sword? The world has already upgraded, but these people are still standing still."

He particularly disliked the Shaolin school's behavior, finding them extremely hypocritical.

Wong Fei-hung echoed this sentiment.

"They think they can force a Golden Core expert just by having more people; they're utterly foolish."

After cultivating the Dao Foundation Technique, the group members all possessed basic spiritual perception abilities and could see the whole farce clearly.

The commotion halfway up the mountain was clearly visible; watching that group of people noisily making their way up the mountain was like watching a circus performance.

Before long, hundreds of martial arts practitioners flocked to the Golden Summit of Wudang Mountain.

Master Zhang and Song Yuanqiao, among others, were already waiting there.

From afar, one could hear the sounds of birthday greetings rising and falling.

"Kunlun He Taichong and his disciples respectfully wish Master Zhang boundless happiness!"

"May the Five Elders of Kongtong wish Master Zhang a long and healthy life!"

"Shaolin Temple is just a name..."

"Emei Jingxuan..."

"Xianyu Tong of Mount Hua..."

People from various sects and factions stepped forward one after another to pay their respects.

When they got closer and saw Zhang Sanfeng, who had become young again, everyone gasped in shock.

"How can this be?"

Although everyone knew that the world had changed and spiritual energy had revived, many people present had also greatly increased their power as a result.

But compared to Zhang Sanfeng, they are nothing.

What's even more surprising is that the Seven Heroes of Wudang are all extraordinary, and even ordinary disciples have undergone a complete transformation.

"Wasn't Yu Sanxia crippled? How come he's full of energy now?"

"I heard that this strange change started from Wudang."

Rumor has it that Master Zhang broke through to the realm of a terrestrial immortal, causing a resonance between heaven and earth…

"Judging from this, it looks like we're in for a good show today."

Martial arts figures arrived one after another, some genuinely wishing him a happy birthday, while others harbored ulterior motives.

Many people, with a "let's watch the show" mentality, gloated over Wudang's predicament.

Seeing that all the guests had arrived, Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back and clasped his hands in greeting to everyone.

"Today is my 100th birthday. Please forgive me if there is any inadequacy in our hospitality."

However, let me be frank from the start: I am fully aware of the purpose of your presence here.

These words caused many people present to frown and feel vaguely uneasy.

Zhang Sanfeng looked around and continued.

"If you have come specifically to offer your birthday wishes, please move to the right and wait a moment. I will thank you in due time."

"If you're here for Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber, then stay where you are and let's have a chat."

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

No one expected Zhang Sanfeng to be so straightforward.

Those with ulterior motives exchanged bewildered glances, while the guests who genuinely wished to offer their blessings moved to the right, waiting for the show to begin.

Gu Beichen and his group watched the projection with great interest.

Kuina and Gabriel were even more mischievous, running up to Sora and the others and making faces.

Zhang Sanfeng suppressed his laughter and maintained a solemn expression throughout.

The martial arts practitioners looked at each other in bewilderment, and finally Master Kongwen stepped forward.

"Master Zhang must have anticipated this."

"This humble monk dares to ask, Xie Xun slaughtered over seventy Shaolin disciples. What explanation has Wudang given for this? Could Zhang Wuxia reveal Xie Xun's whereabouts?"

Although these words were not explicitly stated, the implication was quite clear—if Wudang refused to cooperate, it would be considered as protecting the murderer.

Xianyu Tong of the Huashan Sect seized the opportunity to fan the flames.

"Master Zhang, it would be best to have your disciple reveal the whereabouts of Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber! Otherwise, it will inevitably raise suspicions that Wudang wants to monopolize the treasure! Don't you all agree?"

"Yes!"

"Xie Xun must be handed over!"

Everyone chimed in, and the scene became chaotic.

Zhang Cuishan couldn't help but want to explain, but Yin Susu quickly pulled him back.

"Fifth Brother, don't be impulsive. Master said he would handle this matter."

Zhang Sanfeng coldly swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes lingering briefly on Xianyu Tong.

He did not immediately retaliate, but suddenly released a powerful pressure that silenced the noisy crowd.

"Zhang Sanfeng! Do you intend to make a move?"

Someone questioned him sternly.

"Noisy!"

The old Taoist priest gave a cold snort, and the entire audience fell silent.

Zhang Sanfeng coldly glanced at the noisy crowd, uttering only two words that struck them like lightning, silencing them instantly.

He turned to Kong Wen, his tone calm yet sharp.

"Master, that's a strange question."

What does Xie Xun's killing have to do with my disciple Zhang Cuishan? If you really want to arrest someone, you can go find him yourselves.

Could it be that Shaolin Temple, while outwardly pursuing the murderer, is actually plotting to seize the Dragon-Slaying Saber?

Upon hearing this, the surrounding martial arts practitioners all looked at the Shaolin monks with meaningful gazes.

Kong Wen's expression changed drastically, and he put his palms together in prayer.

“Master Zhang, be careful with your words! Shaolin only seeks to punish evil and promote good, and has absolutely no intention of coveting the precious sword.”

Since Zhang Wuxia knows Xie Xun's whereabouts, why won't he reveal it? Is Wudang protecting a villain?

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled lightly, then suddenly became serious.

"Let's not talk about that."

I would like to ask the master: when my disciple Yu Daiyan was injured by the Vajra Finger, he was bedridden for many years before barely recovering.

My investigation has confirmed that the murderer was a disciple of the Vajra Sect, founded by the Shaolin traitor, the Fire-Worker Monk.

Shouldn't Shaolin give an explanation for this?

Kong Wen's face turned ashen.

How can these two matters be compared?

The old story of the Fire-Worker Monk was exposed in public, causing Shaolin to lose face.

The onlookers whispered among themselves, never expecting that Shaolin Temple had such a disgraceful past.

Zhang Sanfeng pressed on relentlessly.

"Why can't we compare? My disciple has only met Xie Xun, and you're already interrogating him."

"The Fire-Worker Monk is a traitor to Shaolin, openly establishing his own sect and injuring my disciples. Shouldn't he give an explanation? Whose relationship is closer to ours?"

Zhang Sanfeng stared sharply at Kong Wen, his tone stern.

“Since my apprentice promised to keep Xie Xun’s secret, he cannot break his promise.”

"It's your business if you want revenge against Xie Xun, why are you making things difficult for my disciple?"

A faint Tai Chi symbol appeared behind him, his robes fluttered without wind, and his aura was imposing.

If they hadn't deliberately restrained themselves, many people present probably wouldn't have been able to withstand this oppressive aura.

Hearing this, he was speechless for a moment, unable to utter a word.

He knew that it was a fact that the disciples of Huogong Toutuo had injured Yu Daiyan, not to mention that more than ten other people had died as a result.

Are all these blood debts to be attributed to Shaolin?

Seeing that using righteousness to intimidate people was not working, Kong Wen quietly gave Xianyu Tong, the head of the Huashan Sect, a wink.

Since it's inconvenient for me to speak up, I might as well let this guy who's always jumping around be the one to take the lead.

Chapter Thirty-Four: Zhang Sanfeng Exposes the Truth Behind Xianyu Tong's Evil Deeds

Xianyu Tong immediately understood his companion's implication and stepped forward to question him.

"Is Master Zhang's statement a bit of an evasion of the main issue? Xie Xun has committed numerous evils. What kind of loyalty is there to be had with such a person? If Fifth Hero Zhang insists on concealing Xie Xun's whereabouts, wouldn't the Wudang Sect be making an enemy of the entire martial arts world? Could it be that you have been colluding with the Demonic Sect all along, or that you want to monopolize the Dragon-Slaying Saber?"

These words not only targeted Zhang Cuishan and his wife, but also placed the entire Wudang Sect in an unjust position.

Zhang Cuishan and the others were furious upon hearing this, but they managed to suppress their anger because of Zhang Sanfeng's prior instructions.

Zhang Sanfeng stared calmly at Xianyu Tong.

"Xianyu Tong, the head of the Huashan Sect?"

"Exactly!"

Xianyu Tong raised his head and said, "If Master Zhang has no further guidance, please follow the wishes of the crowd so as not to spoil the atmosphere of the birthday banquet."

Zhang Sanfeng sneered.