novelraw Chapter 137 : Zhang Sanfeng Takes Action
Chapter 137 : Zhang Sanfeng Takes Action
Chapter 137: Zhang Sanfeng Takes Action
After coming back to his senses, Lu Yu could not help but look toward Lu Xueqi and ask, “Fairy Lu, what exactly happened just now? Why did it feel like you vanished from this world entirely?”
After hearing this, Xiao Yan immediately nodded and pressed on with a question of his own. “Yes, Fairy Lu. You were clearly still in the pavilion just now, yet we felt as though your true body and aura had disappeared from this world. What exactly was going on?”
Facing everyone’s probing gazes, Lu Xueqi explained, “So it was about that. When we were traversing space and time just now, I gained a slight insight into the Dao of space-time, which is why that situation occurred.”
Listening to Lu Xueqi’s calm, almost casual tone, Lu Yu, Zhang Sanfeng, Xiao Yan, and the others were all utterly shocked.
When they traversed between worlds, they only felt the scenery before their eyes change abruptly—darkness followed by light—and then they were already in a new world, with no awareness whatsoever of the Dao of space-time.
Yet Lu Xueqi had comprehended the mysteries of space and time from a single traversal alone. This immense gap left everyone shaken.
For a moment, the thought “Could the gap between people really be this great? Are we truly mediocrities?” surged in their hearts, and expressions of shock unconsciously appeared on their faces.
At this moment, Lu Xueqi suddenly turned her head and looked toward the foot of Wudang Mountain, saying to Zhang Sanfeng, “True Person Zhang, there are quite a few uninvited guests beneath Wudang Mountain.”
Zhang Sanfeng nodded in response. “What Fairy Lu says is indeed correct. Earlier, this old Daoist had already discovered that, in addition to the six major sects from the original world’s trajectory, many people from the imperial court have also arrived below Wudang Mountain. These people seem to harbor ulterior motives and plan to make a move against Wudang and the six major sects today.”
Hearing this, Lu Xueqi nodded.
With a light flick of her finger, a gigantic screen of light immediately appeared before her, clearly displaying the situation beneath Wudang Mountain.
Thousands of well-equipped Mongol soldiers lay in ambush there, faint fluctuations of power emanating from their bodies.
They were clearly all well-trained elites, very likely the trump-card army of the Great Yuan Dynasty.
On the mountainside stood a man with a sinister expression, his gaze sharp as an eagle’s as he stared fixedly at Wudang Mountain, his eyes filled with calculation.
Behind him stood five or six experts with fierce auras.
At a glance, they were clearly powerful figures of the martial world, yet they treated the man with extreme respect, even faint fear.
Zhang Sanfeng looked at the suddenly appearing scene and was stunned.
Everyone else also turned their gazes toward Lu Xueqi, their eyes filled with confusion.
Seeing this, Lu Xueqi explained, “This is an ability I grasped after comprehending the Dao of space-time. It allows me to project scenes that my spiritual perception can sense.”
Everyone nodded blankly.
On this day, they had already been shocked repeatedly.
Now, they had gradually developed a feeling of “this is only natural” toward Lu Xueqi’s methods.
In their hearts, it seemed that no matter what extraordinary thing Lu Xueqi did, it was entirely reasonable.
Staring at the figures within the light screen, Xiao Yan asked, “True Person Zhang, who are these people? Do you recognize them?”
After examining them carefully, Zhang Sanfeng said, “This old Daoist only recognizes a few of them. That young man with the sinister expression—I do not recognize him. However, the two beside him are extremely similar to the Xuanming Elders who have long been famous in the martial world.
As for the others, judging by their facial bones and the powerful, forceful aura surrounding them, they are very likely experts from the Western Regions’ Vajra Sect, cultivating body-tempering techniques.
As for the rest, this old Daoist cannot identify them either.”
As soon as Zhang Sanfeng finished speaking, Lu Yu opened his mouth to speculate, “Could these people be from Prince Ruyang’s manor?”
After thinking over the original work’s information, Zhang Sanfeng suddenly realized and nodded.
In the original story, the Xuanming Elders were indeed retainers of Prince Ruyang’s manor.
Now that so many experts were accompanying him, this man was very likely also someone from the manor.
Combining this with the intelligence gathered by Wudang, among the younger generation of Prince Ruyang’s manor, the only one with such bearing was probably Prince Ruyang’s son, Wang Baobao.
Zhang Sanfeng immediately said, “This person is very likely Wang Baobao, the son of Prince Ruyang.”
Hearing this, everyone was taken aback—especially Xiao Yan and Lu Yu, the modern transmigrators well-versed in Chinese history.
Wang Baobao, the number one general of the Yuan court in its final years, the last remaining pillar at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.
They never expected the person before them to be him.
Yet Wang Baobao’s expression was gloomy at this moment. Why was he staring so intently at Wudang Mountain?
Lu Yu could not help but ask, “True Person Zhang, has Wudang ever offended Wang Baobao before?”
Zhang Sanfeng shook his head in denial. “Wudang has never formed enmity with Prince Ruyang’s manor.”
Lu Yu revealed a puzzled expression. “Then why would Wang Baobao mobilize troops today to come and trouble Wudang? Judging by his posture, he clearly intends to wipe out Wudang and the six major sects in one fell swoop. Otherwise, he would not have summoned so many experts.”
After hearing this, Zhang Sanfeng was also slightly puzzled, but he did not take it to heart.
With his current strength, combined with the strength of the group members, dealing with these thousands of Mongol troops would not be particularly difficult.
With their level of power, let alone these thousands of Mongol troops—even ten times that number would not cause them fear.
At this moment, with a thought from Lu Xueqi, the scene before her eyes instantly shifted, appearing within the Purple Cloud Hall of Wudang’s main hall.
At this time, the statue of the True Martial Emperor stood tall at the front of the hall.
Below, members of the six major sects each occupied a position, glaring fiercely at Song Yuanqiao and the others.
In addition, there were many members of smaller factions, who were also doing the same.
This time, the six major sects who had come to celebrate the birthday were extremely perfunctory. Most had not prepared any birthday gifts at all, and the majority of them carried weapons on their persons.
At this moment, Song Yuanqiao stood at the front with great courtesy, greeting the people of the various sects.
However, although the people of each sect appeared polite to Song Yuanqiao on the surface, their words carried an aggressive, pressing tone.
They had come this time to force Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu to reveal Xie Xun’s whereabouts, so they behaved especially forcefully today.
Nevertheless, they did not dare go too far. After all, Zhang Sanfeng’s reputation was formidable and was enough to intimidate them.
It was just that Zhang Sanfeng had not made a move for decades. Although these people were quite wary of him, the greed in their hearts gradually caused them to forget that fear, with avarice overwhelming reverence.
After all six major sects had arrived, Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple suddenly stepped forward and pressured the Wudang Sect to hand over Zhang Cuishan.
Song Yuanqiao naturally refused.
Afterward, events developed exactly as in the original story.
After Zhang Cuishan learned that his third senior brother Yu Daiyan’s crippled limbs and bedridden paralysis were related to his wife Yin Susu, he was overwhelmed with grief and fury.
Coupled with the pressure from the six major sects, he stepped forward of his own accord, wishing to resolve the matter and even showing an inclination toward suicide.
Seeing this, Lu Xueqi said to the nearby Zhang Sanfeng, “True Person, now is the time for you to take action.”
Zhang Sanfeng nodded. “Indeed, it is time for me to act. Fellow group members, follow this old Daoist down the mountain.”
Lu Xueqi and the others responded, “Please lead the way, True Person Zhang.”
Zhang Sanfeng no longer hesitated. He executed his lightness skill and swiftly descended, with Lu Xueqi and the others hurrying to follow.
After arriving at the Purple Cloud Palace hall, Lu Xueqi and the others were arranged by Zhang Sanfeng in the rear chambers of the Purple Cloud Hall, while Zhang Sanfeng alone handled the affairs of the Wudang Sect.
Lu Xueqi did not mind this.
Her purpose in coming this time was, firstly, to celebrate Zhang Sanfeng’s birthday, and secondly, to recuperate in this world and casually watch a “good show” to relax her mood.
She had no intention of intervening in Wudang’s affairs, but if Zhang Sanfeng were unable to resolve matters, she would not stand by idly.
After Zhang Sanfeng went to the main hall, Lu Xueqi raised her hand and pointed, and the scene within the hall once again appeared before her eyes.
At this moment, Zhang Cuishan angrily drew his long sword and roared at Kongwen and the six major sects, “One man answers for his own actions! Xie Xun is my sworn brother. I will never tell you his whereabouts!”
Before his words even fell, he suddenly swung his sword toward his own neck, clearly intending to kill himself.
Just then, a light shout rang out, “Cuishan, stop!”
Along with the shout, a powerful force struck Zhang Cuishan’s long sword.
In an instant, the long sword exploded into countless fragments, scattering in all directions.
Zhang Cuishan’s expression shook. Upon hearing the voice, he knew that it was his master, Zhang Sanfeng, who had arrived.
His heart was filled with shame—today was originally his master’s hundredth birthday celebration, yet because of the matter of Xie Xun, a disturbance had arisen. It was he who had ruined this birthday banquet.
Zhang Cuishan immediately knelt down. “Master, you have arrived.”
Originally, when everyone saw Zhang Cuishan about to commit suicide, they were all utterly shocked.
They had only intended to force him to reveal Xie Xun’s whereabouts. If Zhang Cuishan truly killed himself, they would inevitably form a mortal grudge with Wudang, and it would be difficult to settle matters in the future.
What shocked them even more was that at the instant Zhang Cuishan attempted suicide, a white light flashed and the long sword shattered.
Immediately after, a figure with graying hair yet a rosy complexion appeared before Zhang Cuishan.
This person was none other than Wudang’s founding patriarch, Zhang Sanfeng!
The people of the six major sects felt their hearts tremble. Judging from the way the long sword had shattered, not only had Zhang Sanfeng’s strength not weakened with age—it was instead unfathomably deep.
This inevitably made them worried, but in order to obtain Xie Xun’s whereabouts, they were still unwilling to retreat.
“We have the advantage in numbers—what is there to fear from a mere Wudang?”
Thinking this way, they relaxed slightly once more.