Chapter 576: I Can Also Talk, I Can Also Love Wudang

*'Old?'*

Listening to the Old Heavenly Master's words, if it weren't for the fact that Zhang Jie didn't have the habit of rolling his eyes,

he would have rolled his eyes big time.

The one in Wudang who was confirmed to have attained the Dao and ascended, and was also the last one who clearly ascended, the Ancestor Sanfeng,

lived in the world for three full cycles before ascending in broad daylight.

He was not sure whether the Old Heavenly Master's cultivation was shallower or deeper than the sloppy Daoist before ascending.

But it was absolutely impossible for the Old Heavenly Master to have already buried his eyebrows in the soil and be near death.

With his cultivation, if he were determined to seek longevity,

he wouldn't dare guarantee five cycles, but three cycles would not be a problem.

In the world, excluding himself, this anomaly, and excluding Feng Baobao, this abnormal product,

the Old Heavenly Master was undoubtedly the person closest to longevity, and the most orthodox, most flawless one to attain the Dao and ascend.

*'Speaking of which, the Ancestor Sanfeng of this world has already attained the Dao and ascended, so what about my Ancestor Sanfeng?'*

Zhang Jie touched his chin and thought secretly.

The sloppy Daoist of the *Under One Person* world had ascended for hundreds of years, and he couldn't see him,

but the Ancestor Sanfeng of the *Yitian* world was still alive and well.

As a disciple of Wudang in the *Yitian* world, Yitian Zhang Jie naturally wouldn't be stingy with his own Ancestor Sanfeng.

For martial arts manuals and concepts that didn't involve the foundation, he shared them all and left copies in Wudang.

Today's Wudang has become a veritable martial arts holy land in the *Yitian* world.

What Six Major Sects, they were long a thing of the past.

Everyone in the world who practices martial arts is proud to become a Wudang disciple.

After obtaining martial arts from various worlds from Yitian Zhang Jie,

the old man, who was already invincible in the world, went a step further, his white hair turned black, he was rejuvenated, and he borrowed two more cycles from heaven.

Facing such a Zhang Sanfeng, when he had his hundredth birthday in the past, the major sects were ostensibly there to celebrate his birthday,

but actually to force the palace, trying to get the whereabouts of the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun and the Dragon-Slaying Saber from Zhang Cuishan and

Yin Susu, who had just returned to Wudang.

The monks of Shaolin Temple tried to use human-sea tactics to make Zhang Sanfeng wary,

and the sentence they said, "If everyone rushes up together, Zhang Zhenren cannot kill all the people of the Five Major Sects,

and when your True Qi is exhausted, you will also be unable to escape your fate!" had become nonsense.

If Old Zhang could harden his heart, as long as Yitian Zhang Jie didn't make a move,

he really had the ability to wash the entire martial arts world in blood alone!

There was no way; the level of the *Yitian* world was there, and Yitian Zhang Jie's power came from the Shared Space,

there was no spiritual energy recovery, and there wouldn't be a phenomenon where a master one level lower than him would emerge one after another, layer after layer, changing the map.

And now Zhang Jie felt that, they were all sloppy Daoists,

the inheritance left by the sloppy Daoist of the *Under One Person* world would be very useful to the Ancestor Sanfeng of the *Yitian* world.

Even if it couldn't be directly copied and pasted due to the difference in worlds, ascending in broad daylight;

at least it could serve as a reference, blooming with brilliant sparks in the collision of ideas.

By then, Yitian Zhang Jie could also benefit a lot from it.

And the Zhang Jies were originally one person; Yitian Zhang Jie benefited, which meant he benefited.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jie just wanted to find the Wudang sect leader Zhou Meng of the *Under One Person* world and shout:

"I can also talk, I can also love Wudang!"

*'And, counting from Ancestor Sanfeng, I am still a third-generation disciple of Wudang, with a much higher seniority than Sect Leader Zhou Meng and the others.'*

Zhang Jie: I want to love my Wudang!

Wang Ye, who was talking to the Old Heavenly Master, suddenly felt a chill on his back.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he felt that Zhang Jie's look at him was very wrong.

It wasn't that there was any malice, but rather a kind of kindness from a senior looking at a junior, just, just like his master looking at him...

However, he was paying respects to the Old Heavenly Master, so Wang Ye didn't dare to be distracted and could only suppress this feeling in his heart.

After chatting with Wang Ye for a few words, the Old Heavenly Master shifted his gaze to Zhang Jie:

"A-Jie, I heard that your cultivation has made great progress?"

For this old man who had taken good care of him on Long Hu Mountain, Zhang Jie was still very respectful and bowed:

"Master, it's all rumors; what cultivation do I have, you old man don't know?"

"Haha, being able to defeat Xia He, one of the Four Zhangs of Quanzhen, and Lu Liang, the traitor of the Lu family,

your cultivation among the young generation of the Extraordinary world is also among the best."

The Old Heavenly Master knew Zhang Jie's combat record like the back of his hand and was very relieved.

He knew that Zhang Jie had jumped from plain and ordinary to an expert who could easily defeat Lu Liang and Xia He,

and there must be secrets, but what of it? Which expert or strong person in the Extraordinary world has no secrets?

As long as Zhang Jie hadn't changed his temperament or done evil, he was still a disciple of their Heavenly Master's Mansion.

"Like, too like, it's as if he was carved from the same mold as Huaiyi."

When he saw Zhang Chulan, even the Old Heavenly Master couldn't help but be stunned, falling into memories and unable to extricate himself.

No wonder he had the appearance of an old friend; it turned out to be the son of an old friend.

"Old Heavenly Master, is my grandfather your fellow disciple?"

Zhang Chulan asked one of the questions he cared about most.

Although whether from Zhang Jie, or from Xu Xiang and Feng Baobao,

he learned that his grandfather Zhang Xilin was one of the personal disciples of the previous Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing,

and the Old Heavenly Master's fellow disciple Zhang Huaiyi, he still hoped to get confirmation from the person involved.

Hearing this, the Old Heavenly Master's eyes were a bit red:

"Chulan, your grandfather is my fellow disciple; according to seniority, you should call me 'Master'."

"Master, I finally saw you! I finally have relatives again!"

Zhang Chulan slid and hugged the Old Heavenly Master's thigh, crying bitterly.

Wang Ye, who was watching from the side, felt a bit emotional; Zhang Chulan's feelings were truly sincere, and he must have suffered a lot over the years.

Wang Ye looked up at the sky, feeling a thousand emotions in his heart: *'I don't know if the Eight Miraculous Skills are a blessing or a curse.'*

The Eight Miraculous Skills are very powerful and magical; as a successor of the Wind-Hou Qimen, he has a lot of say:

Heavenly secrets that ordinary warlocks couldn't find even if they worked hard, he could find at will;

warlock techniques that were difficult for ordinary warlocks to get started with, he could learn at a glance,

and the gap between them was simply heaven and earth.

It can be said that apart from a few gifted people, like the warlock Zhuge Kongming, who was called the most talented and powerful warlock in the history of the Extraordinary world,

warlocks who know Wind-Hou Qimen and warlocks who don't know Wind-Hou Qimen are simply two kinds of creatures.

Other Eight Miraculous Skills must also be far ahead in their respective fields.

However, such powerful Eight Miraculous Skills seem to be cursed,

and those who possess them, as far as he knows, except for the Lu family head Lu Jin, none have a good ending.

Actually, if Zhang Jie were to say it, what curse, what ominousness, in the final analysis, it is all the greed of the human heart.

Whether the Eight Miraculous Skills can become immortals in the end, he, who just obtained the Qi Body Origin Flow, doesn't know.

But one thing is certain: besides being very powerful, the Eight Miraculous Skills also have a fast cultivation speed.

Wang Ye, Zhang Chulan, and the others haven't practiced for long, but they can already compare with the older generation.

Although this is also because they are geniuses themselves, the blessing of Wind-Hou Qimen and Qi Body Origin Flow cannot be ignored.

One year of cultivation is worth your several years, or even more than ten years of cultivation results; who can resist this temptation?

Besides, the so-called ominousness and curses are ultimately because their strength is not enough.

Lu Jin, Old Master Lu, even took out the Tongtian Talisman, one of the Eight Miraculous Skills, as a prize for the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao,

why don't those who covet the Eight Miraculous Skills go to rob him?

Isn't it because they fear his status and strength as the head of the Lu family, one of the Four Great Families of the Extraordinary world, and one of the Ten Elders?

The possessors of the Eight Miraculous Skills being chased and harmed is typical of virtue not matching their position.

Martial virtue is also virtue.

A child holding gold passing through a busy market; if I don't rob you, who do I rob? ===== CHAPTER 577 =====

Martial virtue is also a virtue, after all.

A child carrying gold through a busy market—if they don't rob you, who would they rob?