Chapter 82: The Age-Reversing Zhang Sanfeng, Mount Wudang Pays Homage to Taixuan (7/9, Requesting Flowers, Ratings, and Votes)

Mount Wudang.

Quiet chamber.

"The myriad worlds of the heavens, Lord Taixuan," said Zhang Sanfeng, his head full of white hair, utterly stunned. "Truly miraculous."

He had merely intended to enter seclusion, yet unexpectedly found himself pulled into a chat group, learning of events yet to come.

Afterwards, several young girls in the chat group chatted enthusiastically, and as a hundred-year-old bachelor, he had nothing in common with them, so he simply exited.

"The Six Sects—I am merely old, not dead yet!"

Thinking of this, Zhang Sanfeng's eyes filled with rage.

He steadied his mind and opened the Shangcheng.

"First, buy a Celestial-level cultivation technique, then two pills of Bai Cao Jin Dan," Zhang Sanfeng mused. "Young Lady Su is truly kind—she sent so many points at once; if converted to gold, it would be enough to rebuild Mount Wudang from scratch."

He clicked purchase, and in the next instant, a cultivation technique appeared in his mind, and two elixirs materialized in his hand.

The one he bought was the Luoying Shen Jian Jue.

Zhang Sanfeng was still familiar with Taohuadao.

This technique, he naturally felt close to.

He carefully contemplated it, and gradually a look of astonishment spread across his face.

"Marvelous, marvelous—no wonder it is a Celestial-level realm. Even if I pondered for a hundred years, I doubt I could ever conceive of such a realm."

In truth, Zhang Sanfeng's strength was not weak.

He had used the chat group's appraisal and discovered his own realm was Master level—far beyond anything the current Jianghu had to offer.

You should know that in today's world, there isn't even a single Innate expert.

He was two realms stronger than the strongest martial artist in the Jianghu—truly absurd.

Of course, after reading the Celestial-level technique, Zhang Sanfeng understood that his Master realm differed vastly from the Master realm in the chat group.

The Master realm in the chat group was not only immensely powerful in combat but also granted an extraordinarily long lifespan.

His own Master realm, by contrast, was like a castle in the air—only the realm existed; his actual strength and lifespan fell far short.

There was nothing to be done about it.

Because the martial way in this world had no coherent system.

The Jin Wu world's martial system was too chaotic.

Those who cultivated internal energy did not undergo Body Refinement, while those who trained their bodies ignored internal energy—unlike the system created by Zhang Taixuan, which balanced both equally, harmonizing yin and yang.

When compared, the difference was as vast as heaven and earth.

"The physical body indeed holds infinite profundity."

As the future founder of Neijia boxing, Zhang Sanfeng had long studied the body; seeing the Celestial-level technique, he matched it against his own knowledge and could not help but smile broadly.

He swallowed the elixir and focused on refining it, forging his body and true qi.

As the elixir was absorbed, Zhang Sanfeng's appearance rapidly youthful—he turned from white hair to black, his skin tightened, and he became like a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old boy.

Immediately afterward, his entire aura surged, reaching the Grand Master realm.

He swallowed a second Bai Cao Jin Dan, refined it again, and within moments, his strength reached the Celestial peak—just one step away from the Land Immortal realm.

"No wonder it is Celestial," Zhang Sanfeng marveled. "With my current strength, I could stride boldly into Zhongdu, and no one could stop me."

Wu Lingaoshou?

Mud chickens and broken dogs!

A million soldiers?

Still the same.

Now, Zhang Sanfeng was extremely confident: "I'd like to see how bold the Six Sects really are."

He rose, opened the door of the quiet chamber, and stepped out.

"Grandmaster, you…"

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng's appearance, Qing Feng froze in shock.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled: "What's wrong, child? Don't you recognize me?"

"Grandmaster, you've reversed aging and become young again!!" Qing Feng cried out.

Zhang Sanfeng chuckled: "Correct. Go summon Yuanqiao and the others—I have something to say."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

Moments later.

Six disciples gathered in the Zhenwu Grand Hall; seeing the impossibly young Zhang Sanfeng, they all widened their eyes, unable to believe it.

"Master?"

"What, don't you recognize your Master anymore?" Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily. "Today, I received a divine fortune—I have become a Celestial, my lifespan extended to three hundred years."

"Congratulations, Master."

"Hail, Master."

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand: "No need for formalities—we're family, after all."

"Besides this, I have learned what will happen in the coming decades. On my hundredth birthday, Cuishan will return with his wife and children—then, the Six Sects will come under the pretense of offering birthday wishes to pressure him."

Song Yuanqiao: "Is Fifth Young Master returning?"

"Yes," Zhang Sanfeng nodded. "I summoned you here to send you to meet him. Here—this is a Bai Hua Yu Lu Wan; it is enough to carry you to the Primordial realm. With that, you'll be certain to receive him safely."

Song Yuanqiao hesitated: "Master, this elixir is too precious…"

"I give it to you—take it," Zhang Sanfeng waved. "As for Songxi and the others, do you think I'd neglect them?"

"Yes."

"Master, what do you mean by the Six Sects coming to the mountain?"

Zhang Sanfeng sighed: "It's all because back then Cuishan disappeared together with the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun. These people are after the Heaven-Slaying Saber."

"Despicable — if they want to find Xie Xun, they can go find Xie Xun, yet they've bullied their way to my Mount Wudang. I'd sooner die as a shattered jade than live as a whole tile." Mo Shenggu was furious.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily: "That won't be necessary. Your master has now broken through to the Heaven-Human realm — even if a million-strong army surrounds Mount Wudang, it's they who should retreat."

"Follow me."

He led the group to the rear of the mountain.

With a grab through the air, the sword at Song Yuanqiao's waist flew into Zhang Sanfeng's hand.