With Heaven-Defying Talent, I Actually Became Lu Xueqi

Chapter 83 : Zhang Sanfeng Wants to Restore the Han Chinese Empire

Immediately, Daoist Daoxuan no longer hesitated.

He said in a deep voice,

“Intra-sect duels inevitably lead to some injuries. Just now, Niece Lu's sword strike was admittedly excessive in strength, but we must understand her desire to finish the battle quickly. Therefore, I suggest we let this matter go.”

Daoist Cang Song’s face turned crimson, and he shouted angrily,

“Senior Brother Daoxuan, what are you saying? Just let it go like this? How is that possible!”

Daoist Daoxuan’s brows furrowed, his tone turning impatient as he interrupted,

“Junior Brother Cang Song, I said let it go. Do you have an objection?”

Cang Song looked at Daoxuan’s grim expression and felt a chill in his heart—only then did he realize he had overstepped.

How could the Sect Leader’s decree be questioned? He could only grit his teeth and reluctantly say,

“Yes, Senior Brother Daoxuan.”

However, beneath his lowered lashes burned an icy hatred.

Inside, he howled madly.

“Daoxuan, just you wait! I will make you die, I will destroy your Qingyun Sect!”

At that moment, Master Shuiyue showed a joyful expression and immediately said,

“Senior Brother is wise!”

Daoist Daoxuan looked toward the field and loudly declared,

“I hereby announce that the Seven Peaks Tournament has officially ended! The champion is Xiaozhu Peak’s Lu Xueqi, the runner-up is Qi Hao, and the third place goes to Zhang Xiaofan!”

As his voice fell, the crowd erupted.

Everyone looked toward Lu Xueqi’s figure, and cheers shook the heavens.

Compared to Qi Hao, her peerless beauty and transcendent temperament had long made her the goddess in the hearts of countless disciples.

With the announcement concluded, Master Shuiyue took Lu Xueqi and the Xiaozhu Peak disciples back.

Upon returning to Xiaozhu Peak, Master Shuiyue kept Lu Xueqi behind alone.

She said with satisfaction,

“Xueqi, you did very well this time. You secured the championship of the Seven Peaks Tournament for our Xiaozhu Peak.”

Lu Xueqi remained composed and replied softly,

“Master, it was my duty.”

Master Shuiyue nodded, then said,

“Xueqi, that final sword of yours unleashed such power that even Cang Song couldn’t withstand it. Your true strength must already be at the Fourth or Fifth Level of the Upper Purity Realm, not much weaker than me.”

Lu Xueqi gently nodded.

“It’s all thanks to Master’s guidance. I hadn’t expected that going all out would produce such power. Today, I only intended to teach Qi Hao a lesson, but didn’t expect to lose control and almost kill him on the platform. I was too reckless.”

Master Shuiyue quickly shook her head.

“Xueqi, you can’t think that way. Qi Hao has repeatedly sneaked into Xiaozhu Peak with impure intentions—he deserved to be taught a lesson. However, such means should not be used publicly in the future. The Qingyun Sect has strict rules—harming fellow disciples is a grave offense.”

Lu Xueqi immediately responded,

“Yes, Master.”

Master Shuiyue, recalling her discussion with Daoxuan, continued,

“Xueqi, after discussions among the peak lords and Senior Brother Daoxuan, it has been decided that the top four from this Seven Peaks Tournament will represent the Qingyun Sect and descend the mountain for training.

Recently, there have been reports of demonic creatures appearing at Kong Sang Mountain, the former stronghold of the Demonic Sect founded centuries ago by the sinister Elder Heixin.

Once you four descend the mountain, proceed immediately to Kong Sang Mountain to investigate. If demons are truly there, eliminate them.”

Lu Xueqi’s gaze grew resolute, and she nodded solemnly.

“Yes, Master!”

Afterward, Lu Xueqi bid farewell to Master Shuiyue, returned to her quarters, and focused on the chat group.

Huang Rong: “I didn’t expect Sister Xueqi to start the battle against Qi Hao with a big move! That terrified expression on Qi Hao’s face was so amusing!”

Lu Yu: “Considering that Qi Hao is confirmed to be a transmigrator, Miss Lu's action was absolutely correct.

Rather than getting entangled with him, striking decisively is the best move.

After all, although we don't know Qi Hao's system for sure, based on Lin Jingyu and our earlier speculation, it likely requires contact with others to bind.”

Xiao Yan: “Exactly. That type of system is dangerous. Miss Lu opening with a killing move and defeating Qi Hao was the best choice—just a little too forceful; she nearly finished him with one sword.”

Lu Xueqi: “During the duel, I merely incorporated a newly comprehended secret art—『All-Heavens Divine Thunder』—into the 『Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art』. I didn’t expect the power to more than double, nearly causing an accident. It surprised even me.”

Lu Yu: “Miss Lu, you’ve comprehended a new secret art?”

Lu Xueqi: “Yes. I based it on the 『Divine Sword Lightning Summoning True Art』 and created the 『All-Heavens Divine Thunder』 secret art. It also manipulates the power of lightning, but is even more powerful.”

Lu Yu: “I see! For Miss Lu to comprehend such a secret art, your talent is truly astonishing and enviable.”

Xiao Yan: “Indeed, Miss Lu’s talent is terrifying. But such a powerful secret art must be difficult to cultivate, right?”

Lu Xueqi: “It’s not easy. Cultivating this kind of secret art not only requires profound strength, but also a certain understanding of the Dao of Lightning. Without such insight, it’s impossible to succeed in its cultivation.”

Zhang Sanfeng: “So that’s how it is. It seems this old Taoist won’t be able to cultivate it anytime soon. The True Intent of Tai Chi I’ve comprehended leans towards the Dao of Yin and Yang, and has little connection to the Dao of Thunder.”

Huang Rong: “I’m so jealous of you bigshots—strong, with such amazing comprehension. As a little newbie like me, when will I ever catch up to you all?”

Xiaolongnü: “Sister Huang Rong, your strength is far greater than mine. I’m the real newbie here.”

Huang Rong: “Little Sister Xiaolongnü, don’t say that—I just joined the chat group earlier than you, I’m really not that much stronger. By the way, when do you plan to leave the ancient tomb?”

Xiaolongnü: “Sister Huang Rong, when you have time, let’s go out and explore together.”

Huang Rong: “Alright! I’ll teleport to your world in the next day or two. I’m curious myself—what kind of person am I after marrying Guo Jing?”

Xiao Yan interjected: “Miss Huang, when you get to Xiangyang City, you absolutely must stream it live!”

Huang Rong: “Of course! I’ll definitely livestream. But in the original story, nothing happened to Yang Guo in Xiangyang City—why is he now sending messages asking for help?”

Xiaolongnü: “I’m not sure either. Perhaps something changed in this version of the world. But the letter said Guo’er was only slightly injured—it shouldn’t be serious.”

Huang Rong: “I see. That’s good then.”

Zhang Sanfeng: “By the way, fellow group members, in a few days it will be this old Taoist’s hundredth birthday. I wonder if any of you would be free to attend?”

Lu Xueqi: “Master Zhang, I’ll have time. I’ll definitely attend in person.”

Zhang Sanfeng: “It’s an honor to have Miss Lu grace the occasion—this old Taoist welcomes you at any time!”

Xiong Ba: “Master Zhang, I’ll be there on time too, don’t worry! By the way, how’s You Ruo doing?”

Zhang Sanfeng: “You Ruo… doing fine, I suppose?”

Zhang Sanfeng glanced toward the main hall of Wudang, a trace of helplessness on his face.

Lately, You Ruo had grown restless staying on Wudang Mountain. She actually took some young Wudang disciples down the mountain to hunt bandits—and even slew a few Yuan soldiers.

She had unexpectedly gained some notoriety in their world.

Recalling the past, Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t help but sigh.

In the old days, though Zhang Sanfeng was unrivaled in the martial world, when facing a true imperial army, he had ultimately been outmatched.

But ever since joining the chat group, not only had he exchanged for the immortal cultivation techniques uploaded by Lu Xueqi, he had also integrated them into the martial arts he created himself.

Now his combat strength had doubled, and by relying on the chat group, he had increased his power multiple times. Every move he made now carried immense force.

If he were to meet the version of himself from before he joined the chat group, Zhang Sanfeng could kill that old self with a single wave of his hand.

Now, the advantage of numbers had gradually lost its meaning in Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes.

With his current strength, if the imperial army dared to provoke him, he was confident he could defeat an entire army alone.

However, Zhang Sanfeng still planned to wait a while longer. First, he wanted to further enhance his strength; second, he wished to find a true leader capable of overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty. Once that person was found, Zhang Sanfeng would go all out, eliminating all Yuan experts and high officials in one fell swoop—

And let the Yuan Dynasty collapse instantly, rebuilding the empire of the Han people!