Chapter 152: The Qi of the Heavens is Vast, May Our Dao Prosper Daily!

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Junior Brother, don't blame Jie; it is our own lack of character that stirred up greed."

Before Zhang Jie could defend himself, Song Yuanqiao, the head of the Seven Heroes of Wudang, was the first to admit his mistake.

Even if a disciple has secrets, it is not something for them, as elders, to covet.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun!"

The others, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, and Mo Shenggu, all recited the Wuliang Tianzun and silently recited the Wudang Heart Sutra to reflect on themselves.

'The character of the Seven Heroes of Wudang is still acceptable.'

Zhang Jie, watching this scene, nodded secretly in his heart.

If it were some crooked sect, there would already be someone wanting to catch him

and torture him for the secret of why his martial arts advanced so rapidly.

What, you say Zhang Jie is also a member of the sect?

In the eyes of some selfish people, there is no sect or disciple;

in their eyes, there is only themselves. To them, after they die, let the flood come!

On one side are the brothers who are as close as hands and feet, and on the other is the disciple he raised with his own hands;

Yu Lianzhou really couldn't express any opinion, so he had to smooth things over and change the subject.

He raised the box containing the Black Jade Intermittent Paste that Zhang Jie had just handed him and said:

"Eldest Senior Brother, Junior Brothers, this medicine, according to Jie, can heal Third Junior Brother's injury;

I can't make up my mind for a moment, so let's all take a look together."

"What?"

"Is this true?"

"Did Jie really find a medicine that can heal Third Junior Brother/Third Senior Brother?"

Sure enough, once the topic of healing Yu Daiyan came up,

no one in the Seven Heroes of Wudang paid attention to what had just happened.

Although the brothers were of different ages, they were truly as close as hands and feet.

Watching Yu Daiyan suffer from the torment of illness all these years, they were also very tormented.

Unfortunately, no matter how they searched, they couldn't find a medicine that could heal Yu Daiyan.

Yu Lianzhou, who had just questioned Zhang Jie, stood on his side this time:

"This rebellious disciple of mine is somewhat unreliable, but he wouldn't dare to use such a thing to tease us.

Since he dares to take out this Black Jade Intermittent Paste, he must have some certainty."

At the same time, he didn't speak too absolutely, but left room for maneuver,

so that if the Black Jade Intermittent Paste was ineffective, Zhang Jie wouldn't be unable to step down.

Zhang Jie, called a rebellious disciple, rubbed his nose somewhat embarrassedly;

Yu Lianzhou's deep love and protection for him moved him deeply.

Master, Master, this is a master!

As the eldest of the Wu Dangqixia, Song Yuanqiao pondered for a moment and mused:

"Nephew Zhang Jie naturally would not do such a thing, but this matter is truly of great importance.

I think we should go and ask Master to come and take a look."

"That is only right."

Yu Lianzhou nodded in agreement.

Zhang Sanfeng was their master, and his martial arts and pharmacological knowledge were far superior to theirs.

Having him verify the efficacy of the medicine was most appropriate, so as to avoid giving Yu Daiyan false hope.

"Then I will go to the back mountain to invite Master right now."

As the youngest disciple, Mo Shenggu volunteered, preparing to go to the back mountain of Wudang to invite Zhang Sanfeng.

For these years, Zhang Sanfeng had been in the back mountain of Wudang, contemplating the Dao and practicing martial arts,

and all matters of Wudang were discussed and decided by the Wu Dangqixia.

Of course, as the eldest disciple who handled matters steadily, Song Yuanqiao naturally held the majority of the decision-making power.

And Yu Lianzhou and the others had no objections to this, or rather, they were happy to be at leisure.

"No need, the old Daoist has already arrived."

Before Mo Shenggu could go to invite him, a man with an unusually tall stature, hair and beard like silver—his head of black silk having already turned into white hair—

yet not appearing old, with a ruddy and smooth face without a single wrinkle,

smiling and very amiable, but wearing a tattered and torn green cloth Daoist robe,

a somewhat slovenly Daoist drifted over.

"Greetings, Master."

Seeing this slovenly Daoist, Song Yuanqiao and the other Wu Dangqixia all bowed in salute.

"Greetings, Sanfeng Zushi."

On the side of the third-generation Wudang disciples, Zhang Jie also pulled Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo to bow to the slovenly Daoist.

Clearly, this slightly slovenly Daoist was the founding ancestor of the Wudangpai,

who had occupied the throne of the world's number one for a full sixty years,

who with his own strength had allowed Wudang, which had been founded for only a few decades, to stand side-by-side with the thousand-year-old Western Shaolin,

sharing the leadership of the world's Wu Lin, a grandmaster of the martial path whose name was as famous as the founding master Bodhidharma of Shaolin,

and because he was unkempt and loved nature, he was respectfully called the Sloppy Zhenren by the Jianghu: Zhang Sanfeng.

"All of you, rise."

Zhang Sanfeng had no airs at all, saying with a smile.

His gaze fell upon Zhou Zhiruo: "You must be Zhiruo, right?

I never expected that the little girl from back then would be so grown up."

Zhou Zhiruo bowed gracefully to Zhang Sanfeng:

"Zhou Zhiruo greets Sanfeng Zushi."

Her tone was full of excitement and gratitude:

Back then, when the Yuan soldiers were ravaging, if not for Zhang Sanfeng's rescue, she would have already died in the chaotic army.

After bringing her back to Wudang, because Wudang had no precedent or sect rules for accepting female disciples,

she was recommended by Zhang Sanfeng to join the Emei Sect under Abbess Miejue.

It could be said that Zhang Sanfeng not only saved her life but also saved her future; his kindness was like a rebirth.

"Like, too much like."

Looking at Zhou Zhiruo standing side-by-side with Zhang Jie, Zhang Sanfeng's thoughts could not help but return to a hundred years ago.

In a trance, he seemed to see that young girl again, dressed in a goose-yellow dress,

youthful, beautiful, lively, and cute, but that was already a matter of a hundred years ago...

"Sanfeng Zushi!"

Zhang Wuji knelt on the ground, extremely excited.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked Zhang Wuji's head, his heart full of joy.

"Fifth Brother, Wuji is back!"

The sentimental Zhang Songxi even wiped away tears.

The surprises Zhang Jie had given them today were truly too many.

"Master, look at this..."

After Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji had enjoyed their grandfather-grandson affection for a good while,

Song Yuanqiao told Zhang Sanfeng about Zhang Jie's recent actions.

"Good! Worthy of being a disciple of my Wudang!

The Qi of the Myriad Realms is vast, and our Dao flourishes day by day!"

Learning the ins and outs of the matter, Zhang Sanfeng looked at Zhang Jie with eyes full of praise.

He had originally been worried that after he passed away, Wudang would have no one to carry the burden and would find it difficult to support the Wudang foundation.

He never expected that at the end of his life, Heaven would give him such a huge surprise.

With Zhang Jie here, Wudang would have no worries for the next hundred years!

With this, he could also let go and pursue the end of the martial path.

"Sanfeng Zushi is too kind with his praise."

Zhang Jie smiled modestly, not becoming arrogant because of Zhang Sanfeng's praise.

Seeing this, Song Yuanqiao and the others could not help but silently praise him in their hearts.

People who lose their heads when they achieve success are difficult to go far.

Only a solid inner self and a humble outer self are the way to go far.

"As for this Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment..."

Zhang Sanfeng picked up a bit of the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment and brought it to his nose, his nostrils twitching slightly,

closing his eyes, silently beginning to analyze its effects and ingredients.

The people present did not dare to disturb him, one after another holding their breath and focusing their attention,

fearing that making even the slightest sound would affect Zhang Sanfeng's analysis of the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment.

After a good while, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes.

"Master, how is this medicine?

Can it heal Third Brother/Third Brother's injuries?"

Song Yuanqiao and the others asked nervously.

"Hmm..."

Zhang Sanfeng mused: "Although I have not fully deduced the ingredients of this medicine,

it can indeed regenerate flesh and reconnect bones; it should be of no small benefit to Daiyan's injuries."

It was no surprise to Zhang Jie that Zhang Sanfeng could roughly deduce the ingredients and effects of the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment just by smelling it:

Since ancient times, medicine and martial arts have been inseparable; a grandmaster of the martial path's thorough understanding of the human body destined him to also be a master of medicine.

And the reason Zhang Sanfeng had previously been unable to concoct a secret medicine like the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment to heal Yu Daiyan

was because several ingredients in the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment were medicinal herbs unique to the Western Regions and even Central Asia.

The Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment was actually a secret medicine developed by the Western Regions' Jingang Sect, combining local specialties,

drugs from all over the world and from every corner of the land provided by passing merchant caravans,

and combined with the Jingang Sect's unique martial arts such as the "Great Strength Jin Gang Finger."

Even if Zhang Sanfeng was a master of medicine, he could not imagine materials, drugs, and martial arts he had never seen before.

And after already having the physical object, deducing its efficacy was much simpler.

"Master, we will go and invite Third Brother right now."

Hearing that the Black Jade Shattered Bone Ointment was useful, Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu said with extreme excitement.

In this conversation involving Wudang's first to third generations, the Wudang Third Hero Yu Daiyan had not arrived.

Ever since his body became paralyzed and he was reduced to a cripple, he had lived in seclusion,

and even though no one in Wudang would despise him, he still did not want to appear in front of people.

"Hmm."

Zhang Sanfeng nodded lightly, agreeing to their proposal.

Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu immediately headed toward the small courtyard where Yu Daiyan lived.

With the two first-class experts Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu taking action,

before long they were pushing Yu Daiyan's wheelchair back.

Looking at the Wudang Third Hero before him—pale-faced, eyes bulging, body as thin as a bamboo pole,

eyelids swollen, hair disheveled, limbs limp, and extremely weak,

making one feel that he was not long for this world—Zhang Jie felt endless sighs in his heart.

You must know that according to the description in The Heaven-Dependent World,

when he first appeared, he was a "thirty-year-old warrior in a blue shirt,

wearing straw sandals, striding with large steps, thick eyebrows and sword-like eyes, a face like it was carved by an axe, a robust figure, and exceptionally heroic!"

The blow of being paralyzed in all four limbs was obvious at a glance.

If not for the internal energy he had practiced and cultivated in the past to protect his body, this Wudang Third Hero would likely have passed away many years ago.

Yu Daiyan's life trajectory, from high-spirited to fully paralyzed, could be called a condensed history of tragedy.

The beginning of the story was him following his master's orders to head to Fujian to execute a giant thief; the mission was completed with great vigor and perfection.

But just on the way back to Mount Wudang, an accident completely changed his fate.

He first righteously helped an old man surnamed De, but as a result, he obtained the Dragon-Slaying Saber by mistake.

Immediately after, before he had even met Zhang Cuishan, Yin Susu, known by Wu Lin people as the demoness of the Tianying Sect, in order to seize the saber,

disguised herself as a boatman and ambushed him, causing his whole body to be paralyzed and unable to move.

However, Wudang was already a major Wu Lin sect at that time, and the name of Zhang Sanfeng was even more renowned in the Jianghu,

so even Yin Susu's father, the White-Browed Eagle Wang Yin Tianzheng, did not dare to easily offend Wudang,

let alone harm Yu Daiyan, whom Zhang Sanfeng regarded as his own child.

Afterward, in order to send him back to Wudang, Yin Susu specifically entrusted him to Du Dajin and others of the Longmen Escort Agency.

This Longmen Escort Agency was the largest and most reputable escort agency in the Jianghu at that time, claiming to "always deliver the mission"!

But Du Dajin and the others did not care about professional ethics and handed him over to six people disguised as the Wu Dangqixia.

In the end, Yu Daiyan was injured by the power of the Jin Gang Finger used by "A-San,"

a monk of the Western Regions Shaolin Jingang Sect under the Prince Ruyang's mansion, his martial arts were completely abolished, and his whole body was paralyzed.

But then again, since that Longmen Escort Agency dared to claim "always deliver the mission" and "escort across the world, unobstructed,"

The life of being trapped in one place truly makes one see the end at a glance.

they were actually nails specifically cultivated by the Great Yuan court to monitor and weaken Wu Lin forces.

It was just a pity for the Wudang Third Hero Yu Daiyan, who became a sacrifice in the friction between Wu Lin forces and the Yuan court.