Chapter 116: Draining A-Er and the Xuanming Elders

"Quick, quick, quick!"

"Surround the Wang Fu, protect the Prince!"

At this moment, the urgent orders of the guard generals sounded outside the Ruyang Wang Fu.

Hundreds of soldiers, tall and sturdy, wearing strong armor and holding sharp weapons, with cold eyes and expressionless faces, as if they were sculptures,

and who could be seen at a glance to be elite soldiers who had fought a hundred battles, surrounded the Ruyang Wang Fu tightly.

"Prepare the crossbows!"

Creak, creak!

With a series of teeth-aching sounds of stringing,

hundreds of powerful crossbows blocked all passages and dead ends outside the Ruyang Wang Fu.

In such a posture, never mind a person,

even a fly could not fly out of the Ruyang Wang Fu!

"The subordinate arrived late, the crime deserves death, please punish the Prince!"

As soon as the leading general saw Ruyang Wang, he immediately knelt on one knee to plead guilty.

"Forget it."

Ruyang Wang waved his hand listlessly.

These soldiers could not be said to have arrived slowly, and their equipment could not be said to be not sophisticated,

but as ordinary people, they were far behind peerless experts like Zhang Jie in speed.

During the time it took for them to arrive,

Zhang Jie did not know where he had already run with the Xuanming Elders and the others.

What's more, the main reason for tonight was that their Ruyang Wang Fu, which was full of experts,

was actually pierced through by one person within a pillar of incense,

and they couldn't even delay time for the army's encirclement.

If they were not capable themselves, it would be too indecent to make things difficult for others.

Dismissing the others, leaving the messy palace,

and coming to an intact side palace, Wang Baobao asked somewhat uncertainly:

"Father, should our plan of driving wolves like Shaolin and Emei to attack the tiger that is the Ming Sect continue?"

Apparently, Zhang Jie's sudden emergence had left a great psychological shadow on this Ruyang Wang son.

Thinking that using Wu Dang might anger Zhang Jie, who was like a god or demon and anyway didn't look like a human,

Wang Baobao felt his legs trembling involuntarily.

If Zhang Jie wanted to kill them, it would not be harder than an ordinary person wanting to kill a chicken!

"Father, we must not only push this plan, but push it vigorously!"

Zhao Min, who was standing on the side, worried that Ruyang Wang would be persuaded by Wang Baobao to retreat, said eagerly.

"Minmin, what ideas do you have?"

Ruyang Wang looked at Zhao Min.

Although he also had lingering fears about Zhang Jie and had thoughts of retreating,

he also wanted to know the ideas of his daughter, who could be called a female Zhuge.

Zhao Min did not answer directly, but asked her brother Wang Baobao a question:

"Wu Dang's Sixth Hero Yin Liting has a marriage contract with Emei's Ji Xiaofu,

and Yang Xiao not only snatched love with a sword, but also gave birth to a daughter, and named her Buhui;

what do you think his thoughts will be after he gets this news?"

Wang Baobao, who was a man, gave the answer without thinking:

"Such a great humiliation must naturally be washed away with the blood of the adulterer!"

A confident smile immediately appeared on Zhao Min's pretty face:

"What Big Brother is worried about is just angering that Zhang Jie, but our plan is a positive scheme.

As long as Yin Liting still has some blood, he will not let Yang Xiao go.

And as far as I know, Zhang Jie has a good relationship with his Sixth Martial Uncle.

If he could enter our Ruyang Wang Fu at night today for the sake of his Third Martial Uncle Yu Daiyan,

then how could he turn a blind eye to his Sixth Martial Uncle's hatred in the future?"

"Wonderful, wonderful!"

Wang Baobao's eyes lit up: with Zhang Jie making a move, the Ming Sect was nothing but a minor ailment.

Moreover, this was a hatred that Wu Dang and the Ming Sect already had, and it had nothing to do with their Ruyang Wang Fu.

At most, they were just fanning the flames and making this matter widely known.

However, after thinking about it, he still had concerns:

"Minmin, what if Zhang Jie retaliates against us later?

Such a strong man would not care about any schemes or positive schemes."

Zhao Min smiled charmingly and replied with wisdom in her grasp:

"Just as Zhang Sanfeng has a fatal weakness, this Zhang Jie also has a fatal weakness.

As long as we hold his weakness, I guarantee he will not dare to act rashly in the future!"

Wang Baobao and Ruyang Wang looked at each other and said a name in unison:

"Wu Dang!"

Zhao Min nodded and confirmed:

"That's right, Zhang Jie is an orphan adopted by Wu Dang's Second Hero Yu Lianzhou.

Wu Dang is his home, Yu Lianzhou is his father,

and Song Yuanqiao, Yu Daiyan, and others are his uncles and elders.

As long as we hold Wu Dang in our hands, I guarantee he will not dare to act rashly, unless he wants his family to be destroyed!"

Ruyang Wang, seeing this, made up his mind without hesitation:

"I will report to the Emperor tomorrow and station another three thousand elite troops fifty miles outside Wu Dang.

As long as Zhang Jie and Zhang Sanfeng have any movement, we will immediately attack Wu Dang, cut down the mountains, and break the temples!"

Wang Baobao's hanging heart finally let go: even a peerless expert would not dare to charge into an army formation.

With these three thousand elite troops, their Great Yuan could reach a strategic balance with Zhang Jie.

Only then could they sleep at night, instead of fearing that Zhang Jie would come in the dead of night to pluck their heads...

'What will you do?'

Looking in the direction Zhang Jie left, Zhao Min's beautiful eyes were full of expectation:

'Will you be like Zhang Sanfeng, guarding Mount Wu Dang for decades, or will you create a miracle in the impossible?'

For an anomaly like Zhang Jie, she was very interested.

"Thump."

Zhang Jie, who was being missed by Zhao Min, had just arrived at an uninhabited courtyard in Dadu.

He threw the Xuanming Elders and A-Er into a corner of the wall, piling them together.

"Hehe!

After a night of hard work, it's time to harvest."

Looking at the three, Zhang Jie's face was full of the joy of harvest, like an old farmer who had worked hard for a year

facing the fruitful crops.

For him, who practiced the North-Ming Divine Art, experts with deep internal energy like A-Er,

and the Xuanming Elders were simply the best spiritual medicine;

absorbing one could reduce ten or twenty years of bitter cultivation time.

"You first."

Zhang Jie scanned the Xuanming Elders a few times, and then put his gaze on A-Er.

For this bald donkey, he had high hopes.

A-Er, like A-San, came from the Western Regions Jin Gang Gate; he was skilled in the Great Strength Jin Gang Finger,

and practiced deep internal skills from the outside in with his natural divine power.

It is rumored that his internal skills had surpassed his patriarch, Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo.

Who was Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo?

He was a person who relied entirely on stealing learning for his Wu Gong, and in twenty years, he practiced extremely superior Wu Gong,

and in the battle of rebelling against Shaolin, he killed and injured many Shaolin high monks like Master Kuzi,

directly triggering the decline of Shaolin for decades.

Not to mention his character, just this talent was shocking.

One must know that Zhang Wuji, the son of luck in the Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber world, had been taught by Wu Dang (his father Zhang Cuishan),

the Heavenly Eagle Sect (his mother Yin Susu), and Ming Sect experts (his godfather Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun) since he was a child,

and after returning to Wu Dang, he was loved and carefully taught by elders like Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Sanfeng,

only then could he practice all the way to just one step away from great success after getting the Nine Yang Divine Art manual.

Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo was just a fire-tending monk in Shaolin,

without deep manuals or famous teachers to teach him,

relying entirely on stealing learning in his spare time to learn high-level Wu Gong; his aptitude was simply terrifying.

If the son of luck a hundred years ago was not the old Daoist Zhang Sanfeng,

Zhang Jie would have thought he was the protagonist of those decades!

"Give it to me!"

Zhang Jie, who said he would do it, directly placed his hand on the Baihui acupoint on the top of A-Er's head,

and the North-Ming Divine Art operated at high speed, starting to absorb his internal energy.

"Uh ah!"

A large amount of internal energy was taken away, and A-Er, who was in a coma, could not help but twitch all over.

Zhang Jie did not care and continued to take his power.

In less than a cup of tea, Zhang Jie finished absorbing A-Er's power.

This was because he wanted to reduce the loss, otherwise it could be several times faster.

Plop.

As Zhang Jie's hand moved away, A-Er, who had lost all his power, fell to the ground with a pale face.

"Trash!"

Zhang Jie spat at A-Er fiercely.

He thought A-Er had such a big reputation,

so he could at least provide him with thirty or forty years of power,

but the result was only half, which disappointed him greatly.

Was the power of the dignified person who surpassed Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo only this little?

'However, he seems to be just claiming it, without getting actual proof.'

Zhang Jie touched his chin and thought. A-Er claimed this,

could the Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo, who had been dead for decades, crawl out of the grave to refute him?

His body was afraid that it had already turned into ash!

And A-Er's move of using the reputation of a senior expert who could no longer refute him

to raise his own price seemed to be very common.

Don't you see in *Romance of the Three Kingdoms*, ever since Lu Bu died at the White Gate Tower,

any martial general could claim that his "bravery is not inferior to Lu Bu".

There is another typical example in a world jokingly called "Five Village Clan Fight? Eye Legend" by netizens,

the "Strongest Hokage in History," Third Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen.

This brother is said to be proficient in all five-element ninjutsu,

and every time he fought an enemy, he could use restraining ninjutsu to win with the least power,

for which he also got the nickname "Ninjutsu Professor".

It was just that after the First Hokage Senju Hashirama came out later,

this Ninjutsu Professor became a pure clown.

Senju Hashirama, standing on the thousand-meter-high Wood Style Buddha, was puzzled:

What ninjutsu restraint? Isn't it all swept away by one Wood Style?

'Well, it could also be that Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo's own power was not very good?'

Thinking about Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo's Wu Gong being all stolen,

and the operation of internal skills not being as easy to steal as fist and foot martial arts,

coupled with the fact that Shaolin's profound internal skills like the Yi Jin Jing were either written in Sanskrit or full of hidden words,

and only passed down by word of mouth among various high monks, Zhang Jie thought.

'Forget it, they are both dead people, why bother with these?'

Zhang Jie instantly threw the question of who was stronger between A-Er and Fire-Working Ku Ku Toutuo behind his head.

"These two are the big meal!"

Zhang Jie, who was greatly disappointed in A-Er, looked at the Xuanming Elders with increasing heat.

"Umm..."

Seeming to feel Zhang Jie's malicious gaze, Lu Zhangke actually woke up.

"What place is this?"

The moment he opened his eyes, his eyes became vigilant.

"What nonsense?

This is the death place of you two brothers!"

Zhang Jie flashed, came to the Xuanming Elders, and opened his palm to pinch their heads.

"North-Ming, activate!"

The already mastered North-Ming Divine Art operated, and two powerful suction forces appeared in Zhang Jie's palm.

"Uh, uh, uh!"

Lu Zhangke, who was caught off guard, was instantly sucked firmly and could not move.

The next second, he discovered in horror

that his Xuanming internal energy was actually pouring toward Zhang Jie's palm that pinched his head like a broken river.

Even if he tried his best to stop it, it was difficult to slow down this trend.

In less than a moment, he would go from being one of the Xuanming Elders who roamed the world,

to an old man who had no power to truss a chicken and trembled when walking!

"Demonic Art, Demonic Art!"

Lu Zhangke, whose face was distorted by the powerful suction, barely made a complaint.

"Complaint? You have to count the time for complaints!"

Zhang Jie moved his mind, and the suction in his palm increased by another thirty percent.

"Uh, uh!"

Sure enough, Lu Zhangke could no longer say complete words.

"Refreshing, this time it was refreshing."

Zhang Jie, who threw the drained Xuanming Elders together with A-Er, felt refreshed.

This experience of feeling his power surge by the year was simply too fascinating.

Even the happiness he had when he was stick-educating Zhou Zhiruo on Mount Emei was several notches inferior.

For a time, he actually had the idea of killing his way into the palace and absorbing the experts inside.

"Hold on! Hold on! Heart like ice, heaven falling without surprise..."

Zhang Jie, who knew he was too excited now, recited the Heart-Clearing Mantra,

he did not want to become a madman and demon who only knew how to absorb people's power.

"My power now is enough for two and a half sixty-year cycles!"

A moment later, Zhang Jie, who had returned to calm, was very happy.

Putting aside A-Er, the little chicken with a false reputation,

the Xuanming Elders alone provided him with nearly thirty years of power.

And this was still because Lu Zhangke fought desperately, causing a lot of loss.

"Dragon Subduing Regret!"

Zhang Jie pushed his right palm out slowly.

"Ang!"

A low and melodious dragon roar sounded.

A lifelike dragon-shaped Qi force coiled on his palm.

Compared to when he defeated the Xuanming Elders, the dragon-shaped Qi force was more vivid,

and many mysterious patterns appeared on the pale golden scales.

Zhang Jie moved his hand, and the dragon-shaped Qi force began to roam around his body.

"Amitabha!"

Zhang Jie, who thought of a certain monk Fahai, suddenly put his hands together and chanted a Buddha name.

Not to mention anything else, with a golden dragon circling his body, it was truly solemn!

Zhang Jie at this time seemed no longer a mortal,

but a Buddha with great compassion and great power descending into the world! ===== CHAPTER 117 =====

Instead, it is as if a Buddha with great compassion and great power has descended into the world!