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Chapter 35 - Zhang Sanfeng’s Power!
Chapter 35 - Zhang Sanfeng’s Power!
Chapter 35: Zhang Sanfeng’s Power!
“What?”
“Is that really Master Zhang?”
“How can that be?”
“That youth—how could he possibly be Master Zhang?”
Pu Zhi’s incredulous roar echoed across the plaza, prompting a wave of murmurs among the gathered martial artists.
In their minds, Zhang Sanfeng was a white-haired elder, a figure of age and wisdom. The young man hovering in mid-air, appearing no older than twenty, was entirely at odds with that image.
“Master?”
“Is that truly our Master?”
“Even the robes are identical—it must be him!”
“...”
The Wudang disciples, including Song Yuanqiao, were momentarily stunned but soon recovered, their faces lighting up with joy.
Though Zhang Sanfeng’s youthful appearance was startling, they knew their master too well to be mistaken. The aura, the demeanour—it was undoubtedly their master, no matter how much he had changed.
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“Could it be...” murmured Duan Tianya from a distance, his sharp mind connecting the dots. “Master Zhang has acquired an immortal inheritance?”
As a skilled operative from the Dragon Protection Villa, Duan Tianya was privy to many secrets. The news of Ying Zheng gaining an immortal inheritance and rejuvenating himself was no secret within the royal court.
“Immortal cultivation?”
“Yes, it must be!”
“Only by stepping onto the path of immortality could one reverse the ravages of age!”
“Zhang Sanfeng must have found an immortal inheritance on Mount Wudang!”
“This is incredible—Mount Wudang actually holds an immortal legacy!”
The whispers grew louder, spreading like wildfire among the martial artists.
The idea of immortality, once dismissed as mere legend, was now tangible proof. First Ying Zheng, and now Zhang Sanfeng—both had achieved the impossible.
For the gathered martial artists, the allure of the Dragon-Slaying Saber paled in comparison to the prospect of immortality.
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“So that’s it,” Pu Zhi muttered, his expression darkening.
He finally understood why Zhang Sanfeng’s cold snort had left him gravely injured.
Ying Zheng, once a mere Grandmaster, had ascended to the path of immortality and effortlessly slain Donghuang Taiyi, a Land Immortal.
Zhang Sanfeng, already a peak Land Immortal, had stepped into the realm of immortality. His power was now beyond comprehension.
“Pu Zhi!” Zhang Sanfeng’s voice rang out, cold and unyielding.
“You attacked without reason, injuring six of my disciples. Are you provoking Mount Wudang? Are you provoking me, Zhang Sanfeng?”
Hovering in the air, Zhang Sanfeng’s gaze bore down on Pu Zhi, his tone suffused with authority and anger.
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Ten days earlier, Zhang Sanfeng had begun cultivating the Xuanwu True Scripture.
[Xuanwu True Scripture (Xuánw? Zh?nj?ng, ????): An immortal cultivation technique tailored for Zhang Sanfeng, enabling him to ascend beyond the limits of mortal martial arts.]
With the assistance of the jade tablet’s energy, he transformed his inner force into spiritual power within just ten days, achieving the mid-stage Qi Condensation realm (Liànqì Huàshén, ????).
Sensing residual energy within the jade tablet, Zhang Sanfeng continued cultivating, eventually breaking through to the late-stage Qi Condensation realm.
It was only after completing his breakthrough that Zhang Sanfeng noticed the disturbance on Mount Wudang and immediately intervened, arriving just in time to stop Pu Zhi’s attack on his disciples.
Though Zhang Sanfeng had only intended to reprimand Pu Zhi, his newfound power far exceeded his expectations. What he thought would be a minor punishment had left Pu Zhi gravely injured.
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“I admit my fault,” Pu Zhi said through gritted teeth, his face pale.
“It was wrong of me to harm the six disciples. Master Zhang, what must I do to atone for my actions?”
Pu Zhi’s demeanour, once haughty, now reflected humility and fear.
He knew better than to rely on concepts like martial virtue or sectoral pride when faced with overwhelming strength. Zhang Sanfeng’s current power dwarfed his own and rendered Shaolin’s backing irrelevant.
As Pu Zhi lowered his head, the plaza grew deathly silent.
Even the usually domineering Miejue remained silent, her defiance quelled.
In the face of an immortal cultivator, even the most audacious martial artists found themselves at a loss.