Chapter 777

Xiao Aoshi manifested a six-path wheel behind him, striking Pudu Cihang's mind directly with the Myriad Dao Sēnluó.

With such a luxurious lineup attacking, it was feared that under heaven, apart from Ximen Wudi, no one could receive it.

Pudu Cihang had only just barely withstood the first wave of the Ten Supreme Wu Gong's offensive, when Xiao Jingtian threw a punch carrying wind, rain, thunder, and fire, battering him dizzy and muddled.

Before he could react, Xiao Aoshi's Myriad Dao Sēnluó struck his mind directly, dragging him into boundless darkness.

Then Di Shitian's ten-thousand-zhang profound ice followed, freezing this very body of his directly into a chunk of profound ice.

With a raise of the hand, Pudu Cihang—who had just been commanding wind and cloud, forcing even Yan Chixia to retreat helplessly—was actually captured in a single move!.

After Di Shitian froze Pudu Cihang with profound ice, Wu Wudi and four others together brought this chunk of profound ice and returned to the Golden Avenue.

Zhang Sanfeng, having now initially avenged his grudge, flicked his sleeve and brought the Wu Dangqixia straight to the Golden Avenue.

"Four Dragon Head, Mr. Wu, Mr. Xu, Mr. Xiao, Young Mr. Xiao!"

He was modest and elegant; even though the Dragon Head's status was higher than a guest elder, he still bowed and addressed them.

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!"

Wu Wudi and the other three naturally did not dare put on airs, and immediately returned the courtesy.

Looking at the Wu Dangqixia behind Zhang Sanfeng, Wu Wudi directly reached into his bosom and pulled out a manual,

"These must be the proud disciples of the Seven Dragon Head, yes? Today the seven of you could use a formation to battle Long Xiang for so long—truly rare.

I haven't brought any gift on me; this 'Heavenly Mandate Sword Dao' is a sword art among my Ten Supreme Wu Gong.

It differs greatly from the Great Dragon Head's sword dao, and also differs slightly from the Seven Dragon Head's Taiji Sword.

But in the way of sword arts, different paths lead to the same goal. Today I give it to you, hoping you can reach new heights."

Wu Wudi looked like a martial arts fanatic, but in truth his conduct in handling matters was not bad.

Seeing the Wu Dangqixia arrive, given his status he lavished praise on them, and even gifted one of the Ten Supreme Wu Gong.

The reason he did not gift the entire Ten Supreme Wu Gong was that the Ten Supreme Wu Gong was vast and profound; he feared the Wu Dangqixia would bite off more than they could chew.

Wu Wudi was not well-known in the Nine Provinces' Wu Lin; apart from a very few people, most did not know such a master existed in the world.

But that was in the past.

Today Wu Wudi had just appeared before the public, and used the Ten Supreme Wu Gong to suppress the God of Immortality.

Forcing this former master of the Soul Search Palace, today's Chief Protector of the Great Yuan, to flee in panic after being unable to take more than a few moves.

This Wu Gong, this domineering force—after today it would surely spread throughout the Nine Provinces.

The Wu Dangqixia watched this fierce battle below, and naturally could feel the strength of this Mr. Wu.

Now seeing this Mr. Wu actually directly gift one of the Ten Supreme Wu Gong, and a peerless sword dao at that.

The Seven Heroes were overjoyed, knowing all this was because their teacher Zhang Sanfeng had great face.

Not daring to act on their own, they looked at the manual, then shifted their gazes away, staring fixedly at Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng had also not expected this Mr. Wu to be so generous.

His bringing the Seven Heroes here was actually to establish a connection; if possible in the future, recruiting the Seven Heroes into the Qinglong Society would not be bad.

He did not expect his identity as Seven Dragon Head to be so valuable, and Wu Wudi so generous.

Seeing the longing in the Seven Heroes' eyes, he hesitated briefly, then said to Wu Wudi,

"Mr. Wu is so generous, it makes this old Daoist ashamed to accept.

My sixth disciple Yin Liting is most skilled in sword dao; this sword art suits him best."

Yin Liting, seeing this Heavenly Mandate Sword Dao had been assigned to him by Master, could not help feeling immensely happy.

Smiling at his fellow disciples, he stepped forward, solemnly bowed to Wu Wudi, and only then accepted this sword manual.

"So the Seven Dragon Head's seven disciples actually each study different things?"

Di Shitian spoke up to ask at this time.

"Exactly! Each has his own strengths and weaknesses.

The seven of them are not born of the same mother; their ages and comprehension are all different.

This old Daoist is untalented, and can only teach according to aptitude."

Regarding these seven disciples, Zhang Sanfeng was actually extremely satisfied; he immediately stroked his beard and smiled, introducing them.

"This is my eldest disciple Song Yuanqiao. He is honest and modest, specializing in Wu Dang Continuous Palms; on this basis, he created a set of Golden Silk Continuous Palms.

In this old Daoist's humble opinion, with diligent practice of this Golden Silk Continuous Palms, breaking through to the peak of the Earthly Immortal Realm within thirty years is no problem."

"Very good, very good! This Dry Ice Palm was created by me in the past when I collected palm arts from across the world, condensed with profound ice force."

Di Shitian did not hesitate, pulling a manual from his bosom and handing it over directly.

"Wu Dang Wu Gong excels at using softness to overcome hardness; combining this Dry Ice Palm with your Golden Silk Continuous Palms should make breaking through to the Heavenly Being Realm no difficult matter."

Song Yuanqiao was overjoyed; his Golden Silk Continuous Palms sounded quite impressive.

After all, it could only help him reach the late stage of the Earthly Immortal Realm.

He did not expect that coming today to avenge a grudge, besides seeing Master, he could actually obtain a palm art sufficient to break through to the Heavenly Being Realm.

Just seeing Di Shitian's single move of profound ice earlier, freezing Pudu Cihang, one knew this Dry Ice Palm was definitely not that simple.

"Yuanqiao, Mr. Xu means well—accept it!"

Zhang Sanfeng looked at Song Yuanqiao looking like he wanted it but did not dare ask for it, and could not help finding it amusing.

His eldest disciple was good in every way, except he suppressed himself too much.

"Yes, Master!"

Song Yuanqiao was ecstatic, stepped forward to give Di Shitian a solemn bow, and only then accepted this Dry Ice Palm.

"This is my second disciple Yu Lianzhou! His comprehension is not the best among my disciples, but he is absolutely the most diligent.

In earlier years he fully learned all of Wu Dang's fist and leg techniques.

Later he specialized in the Seventy-Two Grappling Hands and the Wu Dang Tiger Claw Hand.

Afterwards, building upon this foundation, he successively created the Tiger Claw Family-Extinction Hand and the Returning Dragon and Subduing Tiger Grappling Hand!

In this old Taoist's view, if he continues like this, he may enter the Heavenly Being Realm even before Song Yuanqiao!

Yu Lianzhou, hearing his Master praise him publicly, couldn't help but feel slightly embarrassed.

Then he heard his Master suggest he might surpass his eldest brother, and his heart grew uneasy; he glanced at Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao was indeed a gentleman of refined virtue; he understood Yu Lianzhou's thoughts, gently shook his head, then nodded.

He signaled that he not only bore no ill will, but was in fact deeply pleased.

Yu Lianzhou exhaled in relief, and in his heart he thought: so the Heavenly Being Realm, once so impossibly distant, was within my reach after all!

"You specialize in grappling techniques? I happen to have a set called the Oracle Dragon Claw, forged from my collection and fusion of all grappling arts under heaven.

Today, by fate, I give it to you."

Wu Wudi pulled out another one of the Ten Supreme Martial Arts from his bosom again; without waiting for Yu Lianzhou to take it, he tossed it lightly.

The manual floated as if weightless, landing perfectly and precisely in Yu Lianzhou's hands.

"Thank you, Master Wu!"

His elder brother and sixth brother had both received gifts; Yu Lianzhou knew he need not be modest, and bowed deeply in gratitude.

Wu Wudi waved his hand, signaling no need for such formality.

"This is my third disciple, Yu Daiyan."

When Zhang Sanfeng spoke of Yu Daiyan, his expression darkened.

"He was once betrayed by treacherous villains, his limbs' sinews and bones shattered by the mighty Golden Fist, leaving him incapacitated for over a decade.

Had the Great Dragon Chief not shown mercy and gifted him the spiritual pill…"

"No need for such words, Seventh Dragon Chief."

Watching Zhang Sanfeng sigh deeply, Senior Xiaoyaozi finally spoke, turning to Yu Daiyan and asking,

"What do you specialize in?"

"Ashamed, ashamed! How could this junior dare claim mastery? After falling behind for so many years, I've merely gained a little proficiency in swordplay and palm techniques."

Yu Daiyan's current cultivation level was only slightly higher than Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu, and a bit more.

"Here is the Tianshan Six Yang Palm — a supreme art of the Xiaoyao Sect. I've heard Wu Dang possesses the Nine Yang Art.

I wonder if the Six Yang Palm, combined with the Nine Yang Art, might greatly amplify its power!"

Senior Xiaoyaozi also took out a manual from his bosom, openly and without hesitation.

In truth, when fighting the evil dragon earlier, he had first used the Life-Death Mark, then the Tianshan Six Yang Palm.

Yet his Tianshan Six Yang Palm had long surpassed that of the Xiaoyao Sect.