Chapter 88: Fist is Power!

"Ugh."

The moment Zhang Jie's internal energy entered her body,

Abbess Miejue discovered that her internal energy was like a sheep seeing a fierce tiger, extremely obedient.

'Such pure internal energy!'

Abbess Miejue was shocked beyond measure.

If her internal energy was cotton,

then Zhang Jie's internal energy was iron, and refined iron at that.

One portion of Zhang Jie's internal energy could easily defeat ten portions of hers!

And what shocked her even more was that as soon as her internal energy touched Zhang Jie's,

it immediately vanished like a river entering the sea, or like water and milk blending.

If Zhang Jie were willing, he could completely dissolve or even seize her entire skill!

"This person must not be opposed!"

Abbess Miejue felt that Zhang Jie was the nemesis of their Mount Emei Sect.

Zhang Jie didn't know Abbess Miejue's thoughts,

and even if he did, he wouldn't care; he continued to circulate his energy to heal Abbess Miejue.

Under the blessing of the three great healing arts—Nine Yang Divine Art, Northern Dark Divine Art, and One Yang Finger—

Abbess Miejue's minor injuries vanished like snow under the sun.

A short while later, Zhang Jie, calm and composed, stood up leisurely.

Abbess Miejue was still closing her eyes to regulate her breathing and recover her skill.

"Brother Zhang Jie, is my master okay?"

Zhou Zhiruo asked anxiously.

Zhang Jie raised an eyebrow: "With me taking action, isn't it a sure thing?"

"Brother Zhang Jie is the best!"

Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were full of little stars, looking at Zhang Jie with full admiration.

At this moment, in her heart, Zhang Jie was that peerless hero who would descend from the sky on colorful clouds.

Well, this story was also told to her by Zhang Jie when he was a literary porter.

Zhang Jie: I don't produce literature, I'm just a porter of literature~

"Brother Zhang Jie."

"Sister Zhiruo."

At some point, the two figures got closer and closer.

"Ahem!"

At this time, Abbess Miejue coughed twice at an inappropriate time.

She was just regulating her breathing, not dead; these two young people were really not picking a place!

"Master, are you okay?"

Zhou Zhiruo, thinking Abbess Miejue had another problem, asked worriedly.

Abbess Miejue opened her eyes and said in a voice that had recovered some vitality:

"I am fine."

Her gaze toward Zhang Jie was complex: "Thank you for this time."

Zhang Jie waved his hand, not taking credit:

"What is the Abbess saying? This is what I should do."

He had already confirmed his relationship with Zhou Zhiruo,

and Abbess Miejue was practically his mother-in-law; he didn't dare to offend her too much.

Otherwise, it wouldn't be good if the backyard caught fire.

Of course, if Abbess Miejue continued to be unreasonable,

Zhang Jie would also let her know what a true fist the size of a sandbag was.

"Are you using your Wudang Sect's Wudang Nine Yang Art?"

Abbess Miejue continued to ask.

Although the martial arts Zhang Jie just used were more profound than their Mount Emei Nine Yang Art,

and the skill was purer, the feeling of being of the same root and origin could not be erased.

"Hmm..."

Zhang Jie rolled his eyes, not intending to expose the secret of the Nine Yang Divine Art, so he nodded:

"Yes."

Actually, this wasn't a lie; his Wudang Nine Yang had already merged with the Nine Yang Divine Art.

And the Wudang Nine Yang Art modified by Zhang Sanfeng also brought more capabilities to the Nine Yang Divine Art,

such as the Yin-Yang balance and water-fire blending that the old Daoist started with.

The merged Nine Yang Divine Art was more harmonious, and no longer had the drawback of exhaustion and death after great skill consumption before Great Completion.

Zhang Sanfeng's master, Master Jueyuan, died of exhaustion after consuming too much skill after defeating several strong enemies.

'That old Daoist is becoming more and more unfathomable.'

Abbess Miejue sighed in her heart.

Although profound martial arts have the effect of prolonging life, and first-class experts can still walk like flying at the age of sixty,

being full of vitality after a hundred years like Zhang Sanfeng,

with signs of getting younger as he lives, is truly an anomaly.

Abbess Miejue looked at Zhang Jie again:

'There are now two such anomalies, and both are in Wudang!'

Although there are rumors in the Jianghu that young talents like Song Qingshu have strength not inferior to the older generation,

this actually refers to their martial arts being comparable to a sect elder.

This definitely does not include experts at the level of sect leaders like her, Abbess Miejue!

Based on the information leaked from Wudang's last martial arts demonstration,

Abbess Miejue believes that for Song Qingshu to reach her current level, it would take at least twenty years!

But now, Zhang Jie, who is not yet twenty and has practiced martial arts for only a few years,

can defeat her in a crushing manner; he is truly an anomaly not seen in the Jianghu for a hundred years!

Well, the previous generation's anomaly, Zhang Sanfeng, is already over a hundred years old...

This involves a bit of martial arts knowledge: martial arts are not necessarily better the younger you practice.

A child's body is not yet fully developed, and their mind is not complete.

Practicing martial arts too early is prone to errors, affecting development and leading to dwarfism and such.

Generally, the time to practice martial arts is around 12 years old:

At this time, the body is not yet fully developed, but it is basically complete, and still has upward potential,

and the mind is basically mature, and under the guidance of elders, the understanding of manuals will basically not have errors.

Before twelve, it is basically reading and literacy, practicing literary arts, and cultivating one's character.

Of course, wealthy families will also take precious medicines, medicinal baths, and such to increase potential.

That is to say, Zhang Jie, who is nineteen this year, has actually practiced martial arts for less than seven years.

'Speaking of which, should I go back to Wudang?'

After brushing off Abbess Miejue, Zhang Jie also fell into deep thought.

According to time estimation, the old Daoist Sanfeng might have already created the "Pure Yang Infinite Art"!

Zhang Jie, eager to try, felt he couldn't miss this divine art.

And communicating with the old Daoist Sanfeng would surely allow him to reach a higher level in martial arts.

'Hmm, after solving the Mount Emei matter, I'll go back to Wudang.'

Zhang Jie made up his mind in his heart.

He switched to a smiling face and pointed to the Heaven-Dependent Sword at Abbess Miejue's waist:

"Abbess, this Heaven-Dependent Sword?"

Now, let's get the 'Nine Yin Manual' and other manuals that are within reach first.

Abbess Miejue's eyes dimmed, but she knew she was far from being Zhang Jie's opponent,

and him not taking it by force was already giving face to Founder Guo Xiang and Zhou Zhiruo.

"Zhang Jie brat, take it."

Abbess Miejue untied the Heaven-Dependent Sword from her waist and threw it to Zhang Jie.

"Thank you, Abbess."

Zhang Jie reached out and grabbed, and the Heaven-Dependent Sword from several meters away fell into his hand like a swallow returning to its nest.

"Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon!"

Seeing Zhang Jie so light and easy, Abbess Miejue's pupils shrank.

Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon sounds profound, but in reality, it is just a technique to grab objects with internal energy,

which first-class experts in the Jianghu all know to some extent.

But to be as light and easy as Zhang Jie, she had only seen one person—Zhang Jie's founder, Zhang Sanfeng!

"Swish!"

Zhang Jie reached out and drew the Heaven-Dependent Sword, which had a long and elegant shape.

The sword was clear and cold, flashing with a chilling light under the sun,

and at a glance, one could tell it was extremely sharp and could cut iron like mud!

With a thought, his vast internal energy was injected into the Heaven-Dependent Sword.

"Sizzle, sizzle!"

A three-foot-long, flickering sword Qi, like a dragon or a flood dragon, emerged from the tip of the Heaven-Dependent Sword.

"Wow!"

Zhou Zhiruo, feeling the bone-chilling sharpness emitted by the sword Qi, covered her mouth and exclaimed.

"Three-foot sword Qi!"

Abbess Miejue was shocked again. As the owner of the Heaven-Dependent Sword for many years,

she naturally knew that the Heaven-Dependent Sword had the effect of turning internal energy into indestructible sword Qi.

But with her internal energy, even if she used all her strength, it would only be a few inches of sword Qi.

And Zhang Jie, with a casual wave, produced three feet of sword Qi, which shows that the gap between her and Zhang Jie is like an abyss.

"Brother Zhang Jie, how should we take out the manuals inside next?"

Zhou Zhiruo, not knowing the depth of Zhang Jie's skill, asked with great interest.

'Girls are indeed outward-looking!'

Seeing Zhou Zhiruo had forgotten that her master had been beaten up by Zhang Jie,

and started chattering around her lover, Abbess Miejue almost vomited blood again.

'But this is also good.'

Abbess Miejue thought about it, with Zhou Zhiruo as a bridge,

the Mount Emei Sect could be considered to have hugged Zhang Jie's thigh.

In the future, not to mention being prosperous, at least there is no danger of being slaughtered or destroyed.

Zhang Jie, who was perceptive and noticed the change in Abbess Miejue's attitude, could only sigh:

'The Jianghu is so realistic; having strength means having reason!'

'Power Gang Leader Li Chenzhou's "Fist is Power," truly does not deceive me!'

Abbess Miejue had just been in a posture of breaking up the couple, but after he gave her a few punches,

she not only forgot her previous remarks, but at this moment, she even had a bit of going with the flow and being happy to see it happen. ===== CHAPTER 89 =====

She not only forgot her previous remarks, but at this moment, she even had the intention of going with the flow and was happy to see it happen.