Chapter 52: Arrival, the Shock of Martial Arts Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng (Three Updates Requested)

His thoughts landed on the Chat Group's world-traveling function, and he selected the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying World.

After dressing in the appropriate ancient attire and keeping silver taels and an ancient sword by his side, he felt the surging, vigorous life force within his body.

Zhang Xuan no longer hesitated and gave a heavy tap to confirm.

The choice of landing location was also very peculiar; using the Chat Group member Zhang Sanfeng as a boundary, any location Zhang Sanfeng had reached was marked as a teleportation point where he could descend.

When Zhang Xuan made his selection, the entire map of the Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying World was basically lit up, and he could descend anywhere.

But after some thought, Zhang Xuan decided not to do anything reckless; he selected the area around Zhang Sanfeng—which was the current Wudang Mountain—and clicked to descend.

With his current state of having mastered the Nine Yang Divine Art, possessing the Universe Shift, and having cultivated many other top-tier martial arts.

He could roam the entire Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying World, but what if he encountered some crisis? What if he were surrounded by a massive army?

It was better to play it safe; by landing beside Zhang Sanfeng, he figured he could fight his way out even if surrounded by an army.

"Play it safe, play it safe. Even with a 99 percent probability, one still needs to be careful and cautious. After all, one only has one life; I cannot act recklessly."

The moment his thought fell, Zhang Xuan felt a mysterious power descend upon his body.

His entire person seemed to be broken down into countless minute particles; in an instant, the world spun, and for a split second, he felt as if he could perceive billions of galaxies.

When he opened his eyes again, the world was already vastly different.

……

At the back mountain of Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng stood atop a mountain peak.

The Chat Group was too shocking, and while communicating with the Chat Group, his expression shifted incessantly.

Zhang Sanfeng feared worrying his many disciples, so every time the Chat Group opened, he would choose a secluded location.

And now, the hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng could not help but reveal a look of anticipation on his face.

"Traveling through worlds—does the Chat Group truly possess such god-like, unfathomable power?"

While he was pondering, that fellow Daoist Zhang Xuan in the Chat Group had already responded to him.

Zhang Xuan: Of course, it's now!

Before the voice prompt in his mind had even finished, Zhang Sanfeng saw the void before him shift, outlining a man dressed in a long white robe.

The man was about twenty years old, with sword-like brows and bright eyes. His wide white robes fluttered in the wind, and his temperament was otherworldly. With a five-foot long sword hanging at his waist, standing amidst the mountains, he truly possessed the aura of an ethereal martial arts hero.

"Little Friend Zhang Xuan?"

Facing this shocking scene, Zhang Sanfeng's heart trembled slightly as he spoke in a low voice.

And as Zhang Xuan looked at Zhang Sanfeng, who had white hair and a white beard and wore a simple Daoist robe, his own heart also trembled, and he took in the scene with his peripheral vision.

He was no longer at his own residence, but on an empty mountain top surrounded by lush, verdant vegetation.

"Is this the ability of the Chat Group? I have been waiting for this, and today is the first time I have truly attempted it."

Though joyful, Zhang Xuan remained polite, nodding as he replied to Zhang Sanfeng: "I have chatted with True Person many times in the Chat Group, but this is the first time we have met in person. I will be troubling True Person for some time to come; if there is anything improper, I hope True Person will be magnanimous."

Zhang Sanfeng was actually slightly nervous. In his hundred years of life, regarding the many affairs and changes in the world, he could always say: "This old Daoist has lived for a hundred years, what have I not seen?"

But this matter today, he truly had not seen before.

Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng's temperament was extremely extraordinary; after being slightly shocked for a moment, a smile appeared on his face.

"The mountains are not a good place for conversation. Since you have come, Daoist friend, we should naturally go to my Purple Heaven Palace on Wudang to sit for a while; there is no need to stand here blowing in the wind for no reason."

Although they had chatted a lot in the Chat Group, the two were still slightly uncomfortable with the real-life meeting.

After briefly greeting each other, both fell into silence. Fortunately, Zhang Sanfeng had lived for a hundred years and was familiar with all sorts of things.

While walking through the mountains, he was able to tell Zhang Xuan some stories of the martial arts world from the past, making the atmosphere quite lively and preventing anyone from feeling neglected.

Soon, the two truly became familiar with each other.

Only then did the trepidation in Zhang Xuan's heart gradually turn into excitement, and he could not stop his gaze from sizing up the Zhang Sanfeng before him.

"Is this the legendary Martial Arts Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng? His aura is not as intimidating as I imagined."

Judging by the current Chat Group, Zhang Sanfeng's strength, realm, and level were not considered very high, and his world was not particularly outstanding either.

But as a memory from his childhood and a monument within the Martial Arts genre, Zhang Xuan held a very strong fan filter for Zhang Sanfeng.

He still remembered watching the movie *Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying World* as a child; the moment Zhang Sanfeng appeared, the whole audience fell silent. He remembered that white-haired, white-bearded old man killing the top experts of the martial arts world, the Xuanming Elders, in a single move.

Like the Sweeping Monk, he was an peerless figure who either didn't act at all, or when he did, it was earth-shattering, with no one able to block a single move.

In his memory, that was a monument of martial arts.

Zhang Xuan had even seen many articles praising Zhang Sanfeng on a certain site called 'Bihu', believing that Zhang Sanfeng had killed an era, suppressed an era, and was the undisputed number one in the world.

There were all kinds of rumors and claims, and now that he was seeing Zhang Sanfeng in the flesh, Zhang Xuan could not help but examine him carefully.

He discovered that Zhang Sanfeng was not as the many rumors described; the hundred-year-old Zhang Sanfeng appeared to be in his sixties or seventies.

His complexion was ruddy and lustrous, quite fitting the description of having "crane hair and a youthful face."

His wide Daoist robe was washed until it was white, but it was kept very clean, which did not match the rumor of him being a "slovenly Daoist."

His hair was simply pinned in a bun, and he did not have the common horsetail whisk by his side.

His features were not fierce but rather kind; he was smiling at all times, presenting a scene of complete harmony.

At a glance, he looked like an ordinary old Daoist in a Daoist temple.

Not particularly special, nor particularly otherworldly.

Along the way, the man was very peaceful, and his conversation easily made one feel close to him.

Except for the fact that Zhang Sanfeng's pace was a bit faster than an ordinary person's—and if he used light-body techniques, he could cover more than a zhang in a single step—everything else was very ordinary; he was just a normal old man.

Zhang Xuan was sizing up Zhang Sanfeng, and Zhang Sanfeng was also silently sizing up the young man before him.

The more he looked, the more surprised Zhang Sanfeng felt in his heart.

The young man before him was wearing a white robe that one would only see in storybooks; such attire was usually only mentioned by the storytellers in the city.

Normal martial arts heroes walking the world usually wore light and comfortable clothing; who would walk the world in a full set of white? White was the least resistant to dirt and showed it the most.

Usually, only those young masters and noble ladies from aristocratic families who were ignorant of the world and had only heard rumors of martial arts heroes would dress like this when traveling.

However, this attire made Zhang Xuan appear even more refined and ethereal, very much in line with the image and demeanor of a protagonist in a storybook novel.

When Zhang Sanfeng saw Zhang Xuan dressed this way, he couldn't help but chuckle inwardly.

However, seeing that Zhang Xuan had no calluses on his hands or feet, nor any signs of weathering on his face, and although his body was robust, it lacked the traces of hard labor or martial arts training, he formed his own judgment.

"I imagine young friend Zhang Xuan lives a life of ease in his own Shi Jie, perhaps a noble young master who has only heard stories of the pugilistic world and yearns for it."

Zhang Sanfeng did not mind this; every year, many such noble young masters from prominent families yearned for the pugilistic world, only to be deeply disappointed after actually venturing into it.

The sentiments of youth are always poetic; they always want to wield a sword and roam the pugilistic world!

Once this phase passes, it will be fine.

Zhang Xuan's short hair did surprise Zhang Sanfeng slightly, but he did not pay much mind to it; what truly caught his attention was the martial arts cultivation Zhang Xuan revealed inadvertently.

Zhang Xuan clearly lacked experience in roaming the pugilistic world; his Internal Energy was vigorous and vast, yet he did not know how to conceal it, making it shine before Zhang Sanfeng like a bright lamp in the dark of night.

If any other martial artist were to do this in front of Zhang Sanfeng, it would be like brandishing a broadsword before Guan Gong; in the pugilistic world, who could compare to Zhang Sanfeng in Internal Energy or martial arts?

But Zhang Xuan was different; the vigorous and vast Internal Energy within his body was like a river or the sea, continuous and unbroken, forming a protective aura around his body naturally.

Relying on this alone, he could be called a top-tier expert in the pugilistic world; even in terms of Internal Energy cultivation alone, few in the world could rival him, and Zhang Sanfeng felt somewhat inferior himself.

"I remember when he first entered the Chat Group, Zhang Xuan was only Tier 1, and at that time, he knew nothing of martial arts. How much time has passed? Barely over a month, yet he has actually reached this stage."

Zhang Sanfeng was not at all unfamiliar with the Nine Yang Divine Art; in his view, Zhang Xuan had already mastered it, and with every movement, his Internal Energy was endless, naturally forming a protective aura.

"To think there truly exists such a person in the world, mastering the Nine Yang Divine Art in just over a month."

Even Zhang Sanfeng felt a sense of shock.

Having held back several times along the way, Zhang Sanfeng finally could not resist and asked: "I recall that you, young friend, knew nothing of martial arts before. How could you progress your martial arts to such a level in just over a month? Such progress in the way of martial arts is truly unprecedented in history."

Zhang Xuan was taken aback, then smiled nonchalantly: "My talent is far inferior to yours, True Person; how could I deserve such praise? It is mainly because my Shi Jie is relatively better..."

As he spoke, he sensed the concentration of Essence in this world slightly and smiled: "The area I am in within my Shi Jie is considered an extremely thin place for Heaven and Earth Essence, but it is still more than a hundred times richer than this world."

"A hundred times?" Zhang Sanfeng frowned in thought, then shook his head: "Even with a hundred times the Essence, it shouldn't be possible to reach such a level."

The closer he got, the more Zhang Sanfeng felt the abundance of Internal Energy within Zhang Xuan, which was rare in the world and had reached a shocking degree.

In all his years, he had never seen such vigorous Internal Energy.

This was the first time Zhang Sanfeng had gained a clear understanding of higher-level worlds.

(End of chapter)