Setting Off for Wudang

In the past.

The Daoist had hidden in Qizhou City for fifty years without descending the mountain. Who would have thought that upon descending, he would be bewildered by someone using a Spiritual Lamp and lose his memory.

After waking up, the dark clouds over Qizhou City had vanished, and the face of the Daoist was sometimes dark, sometimes pale...

Although a long time had passed, the Daoist sitting by the lotus pond of Wudang still could not rid himself of his worries.

The Daoist was heard sighing over the old matters that weighed heavily on his heart.

"A great humiliation, truly a great humiliation!"

The Sect Master, whose face was full of wrinkles, quietly stepped forward, carefully smiling.

"Grandmaster Uncle, do not be depressed in the house every day. Do you want to descend the mountain to wander again?"

That Daoist was Zhang Yuzi, now the Grandmaster Uncle of the current Sect Master of Wudang Mountain. He had once suffered damage to his Dao Heart a thousand years ago, causing his cultivation to stagnate.

This also made him... His strength was probably far surpassed by the juniors who went before him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuzi withdrew even more, sighing.

"Forget it, in this life, I fear I must spend the rest of my days at Wudang. No one should stop me..."

"Clap, clap, clap."

The face of Yang Dingtian, the Sect Master of Wudang, changed like magic. From just advising Zhang Yuzi to descend the mountain, to now clapping in praise, all in an instant.

"Grandmaster Uncle, so true, so true... Beneath Wudang Mountain, demons run rampant, and human hearts are strange... How can our sect disciples, who are pure-hearted, be easily deceived... No, they are innocent and pure..."

"Grandmaster Uncle was only bewildered by someone this time. If someone else uses a deadly hand next time, you might not be able to return..."

Yang Dingtian's cultivation had reached the Late Core Formation Stage, and he could break through to the Nascent Soul Stage at any time.

Yet he still maintained a withered appearance. According to Yang Dingtian's master, that was 'not forgetting the original intention'.

Compared to Yang Dingtian, Zhang Yuzi, the disciple known as the number one genius of Wudang Mountain, despite his damaged Dao Heart and greatly reduced realm, still maintained a youthful appearance.

Zhang Yuzi waved his hand angrily... A few fish baits were thrown toward the various strange fish in the pond...

...

"Sect Master, Sect Master..."

Suddenly, a disciple came to report.

"The Ninth Prince of the Da Gan Dynasty has sent someone to Wudang!"

Yang Dingtian glanced at the increasingly depressed Grandmaster Uncle, shaking his head. He could not let Grandmaster Uncle continue to sink like this.

Yang Dingtian thought.

"Grandmaster Uncle, the court has sent someone to Wudang to discuss matters. This is the time for you to step forward!"

Zhang Yuzi looked at Yang Dingtian half-believingly.

"Does such a matter also require me to step forward?"

Yang Dingtian said with a serious face:

"Although the Da Gan Dynasty seems weak now, the members of the royal family, after all, are descendants of that 'ruthless person'. How can the lamp be out of oil?"

"Currently, they are taking the opportunity of holding the Martial Arts Assembly, wanting to see the major sects fight like dragons and tigers, so they can reap the benefits."

"Grandmaster Uncle, this matter concerns the survival of Wudang. Naturally, you need to step forward!"

Since Zhang Yuzi's most proud "Vague Heavenly Deduction Divination" lost its efficacy a year ago, his emotions had become increasingly unstable, and his mind also seemed to be affected... Coupled with his shattered Dao Heart, his whole person was a bit crazed.

These words, Yang Dingtian would not say.

Zhang Yuzi was seen nodding, still maintaining the demeanor of an expert, his Eight Trigrams Daoist robe casually flicked.

"Since my martial nephew has said so, I understand! For the prosperity of Wudang, how dare we refuse!"

...

Ye Fan did not return to Yancheng. He wrote a letter to Old Zhang, asked Dugu Qiuju to deliver it, and then turned toward Wudang Mountain himself.

He did not know that after Old Zhang read the letter, without saying a word, he packed his bags and went to Qizhou City.

Currently.

The Wudang disciples were somewhat polite to Ye Fan, inviting him to wait in the main hall.

Half a day later.

Another old face stepped out, which was the Daoist who had been bewildered by Ye Fan using the Spiritual Lamp outside Qizhou City.

Oh no.

Ye Fan had a bit of a headache.

Previously, he had actually exposed a trace of his strength before this Daoist.

Should he deal with him?

However, not to mention there were so many Wudang disciples around, he had also been seen by the Wudang disciples when ascending the mountain... If he wanted to make the Daoist before him shut his mouth completely, it would probably be a massive project.

Ye Fan shook his head; he was not a demon after all.

Better to live in harmony.

However, the Daoist only glanced at Ye Fan, then spoke to the surrounding disciples.

"All of you withdraw, I wish to speak properly with this special envoy of the Da Gan Dynasty..."

...

The Daoist cleared his throat. Did the opponent not recognize Ye Fan?

"Eunuch Ye, what important matter brings you to Wudang?"

Ye Fan smiled.

"The Under Heaven Martial Arts Assembly will begin in a year. I came here to collect the Sect Master's reply letter, hoping Wudang can actively participate."

"You speak of my martial nephew... He is very busy, and probably has no time to meet you..."

...

Thus, Ye Fan was led down again.

...

After Ye Fan left, Zhang Yuzi could not help but cough twice.

However, how could his excited mood at this moment be described by just two coughs?

To think, enemies meet on a narrow path. This Hehuan Sect disciple actually disguised himself as a young eunuch in the imperial palace, and even delivered himself to the door!

The reason Zhang Yuzi did not expose the opponent's 'identity' was also because he suddenly felt that doing so was still not enough to vent his anger!

He was a great Core Formation expert, yet he was actually bewildered by a young Houtian fifth-rank junior of the Hehuan Sect. It was truly a great humiliation!

...

Ye Fan did not care either.

He had just swept his gaze across the entirety of Wudang. Except for a Late Core Formation expert hidden in the back mountain, the Daoist just now was the person with the highest strength.

Ye Fan could probably defeat them with a single finger now...

Since meeting more and more strange characters, the entirety of Da Gan looked extremely bizarre.

It seemed with the Imperial City as the center, the further outward one went, the stronger the cultivators encountered.

Deity Transformation Stage was still too weak.

Ye Fan wanted to become even stronger...

...

Leaving the grand hall, Ye Fan stood outside the golden-tiled hall for a long time, as if breathing the fresh air here.

In fact, Ye Fan did not need to 'sign in' today.

"Ding, detected that the Host is at a brand-new location: the entrance of Wudang Taihe Palace. Do you wish to choose to Sign In?"

"Confirm!"

"Congratulations, you have obtained a Thunder Spirit Clone."

Thunder Spirit Clone: A wisp of clone thought of the weakest Thunder General among the thirty-six Thunder Generals of the Heavenly Court's Thunder Department. Possesses immense thunder power, which can help the Host destroy enemies. After use, the clone will dissipate.

Ye Fan thought about it; this was a one-time puppet tool. How powerful it was could not just be heard from the system's introduction; he still had to see the actual effect.

The disciple leading the way in front was not impatient either. Seeing Ye Fan stop here, he also stopped and began to breathe and absorb Qi.

The quality of Wudang disciples was indeed very high.

Ye Fan after 'signing in' suddenly felt that he had delayed other people's time just now, so he felt very apologetic.

"Fellow Daoist, it is just that this scenery of Wudang is too beautiful, making it hard for one to leave... Forgive me, forgive me."

The young Daoist was not angry either.

"Eunuch Ye, please come this way..."

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