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Clearly, Ye Hei was not a conventional person; he not only cultivated martial arts and the Heaven-Covering Technique, but also studied talisman techniques.

This is quite normal.

If he were to become a Heavenly Emperor who had mastered all the cultivation techniques, he would naturally be very interested in all the cultivation systems he could find.

Lin Fengjiao also had a very good attitude towards Ye Hei.

Having read the Red Hair Trilogy, Uncle Nine has a very good understanding of Ye Hei's character: cunning yet righteous.

The key is to always stand on the side of humanity, which Uncle Nine greatly appreciates.

Although Taoism teaches without discrimination, this is especially true of the Shangqing sect.

But since Uncle Nine is human, he naturally favors Ye Hei, who supports humans.

The last group was naturally Huang Rong, Su Xiaoxiao, and others. A group of women gathered together and chatted happily.

However, observant people could still notice that the women's eyes kept falling on the figure at the front, and sparks flew between their gazes.

"Brother Taixuan is really popular," Xiaowu thought to herself as she walked at the very back.

As a soul beast, she felt somewhat inferior and dared not even think about many things.

With their own thoughts, everyone arrived at the Zhenwu Hall and took their seats.

The young Taoist disciples had already served the dishes, and an enticing aroma wafted out.

The Wudang Sect, belonging to the Zhengyi School, allows people to eat meat, drink alcohol, and marry.

However, you cannot eat beef, dog, goose, or turtle.

Completely different from the Quanzhen School.

Therefore, there was a lot of meat in the main hall.

Zhang Sanfeng even took out the Immortal Pot and cooked a giant python.

The monster soup was ready, and the taste was irresistible to ordinary people. Some of the young Taoist disciples were already drooling and staring longingly, hoping to get a bowl of soup.

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"Brother Taixuan!" Huang Rong sat down next to Zhang Taixuan, her eyes smiling.

Yotsuya Miko quickly sat down on the other side and identified herself.

Kasumigaoka Utaha, Yukinoshita Yukino, and Su Xiaoxiao quickly joined the table.

In the end, only Hina Amano and Mai were too slow to get a seat.

Seeing this, the very lively Su Xiaoxiao quickly stepped forward and had the Taoist boy bring over two stools so that the two of them could squeeze into one table.

When nine beautiful girls gathered together, Zhang Taixuan felt as if he were surrounded by a riot of flowers.

"How was it?" Su Xiaoxiao winked. "I'm pretty good at understanding people, aren't I!"

Huang Rong was speechless: "Xiao Xiao, all you do is cause trouble."

As they were talking, they heard a young Taoist chanting a ritual.

"Abbot Kongwen of Shaolin Temple, along with the Venerable Monk Kongzhi and Venerable Monk Kongxing, have come to offer their birthday wishes."

"Master Tang of the Kongtong Sect has come to offer his birthday greetings."

"The Emei Sect has come to offer birthday greetings."

"Shi Huolong of the Beggars' Sect has come to offer birthday greetings."

"..."

As the young Taoist's voice faded, people from all sides strode in and entered the Zhenwu Hall.

"Senior brother, something's not right. Why haven't we seen Master Zhang?"

"Master Zhang is a hundred years old, I'm afraid..."

Kongzhi and Kongxing exchanged a glance; though their words were filled with worry, their eyes shone with ecstatic joy.

Wudang Mountain was supported by Zhang Sanfeng alone, becoming a martial arts holy land that could rival Shaolin.

If Zhang Sanfeng were to die, it would be a great joy for Shaolin.

The other sects looked around for a while but did not see Zhang Sanfeng, and they couldn't help but become suspicious.

"Amitabha! May I ask, Sect Leader Song, is Master Zhang alright?" Abbess Miejue was the first to jump out and ask.

Song Yuanqiao scoffed, "My master is right here in the hall. Why are you all so blind?"

As soon as he finished speaking, anger appeared on everyone's faces.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord."

Just then, a calm voice rang out. The voice wasn't loud, but it sounded like a thunderclap in everyone's ears.

Everyone looked over and saw the young Taoist priest who had been standing in the center walk out.

Upon closer inspection, Miejue exclaimed in surprise, "Master Zhang!"

"Is he Zhang Zhenren?"

"Are you kidding me? We're just practicing martial arts, not cultivating immortality. Master Zhang is over a hundred years old, how could he look so young!"

The boy looked to be only a teenager; how could anyone associate him with the centenarian Zhang Sanfeng?

Even major sects like Shaolin, who know the mysteries of true qi, do not believe that anyone can practice martial arts to the point of rejuvenation.

At least according to martial arts records, no one from Shaolin has ever done this.

"Amitabha Buddha, this old Taoist greets you." Zhang Sanfeng said calmly, "You have come from afar, and are very kind. Please take a seat."

Miejue snapped out of her daze and quickly bowed, saying, "Greetings, Master Zhang. We never expected that you, at the age of one hundred, would be so youthful. It is truly delightful. However, besides offering our birthday wishes, we have another matter to ask for your assistance."

“Amitabha.” Kong Wen immediately stepped forward as well. “The Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun has slaughtered his fellow practitioners and committed countless sins. Several years ago, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun disappeared along with your sect’s disciples. I suppose Master Zhang knows any clues about him. Please inform him so that everyone can fulfill their desire for revenge.”

Zhang Cuishan stepped forward and sneered, "Do you want revenge, or do you want the Dragon-Slaying Saber? Abbot, why do you need to speak so grandly!"

"Zhang Cuishan, how dare you!" Upon hearing this, Kongxing was furious and used his Dragon Claw Hand to pounce on him.

"You are the ones who are so presumptuous!"

Song Yuanqiao was prepared. As soon as he finished speaking, his long sword pierced the air. Kongxing felt a chilling killing intent descend upon him and was filled with fear.

When did Song Yuanqiao acquire such strength?

"Disciple, step back! Today is my birthday; how can I bear to see blood!"

Just then, Zhang Sanfeng's gentle voice rang out, and Song Yuanqiao felt a surge of gentle power, causing his body to involuntarily retreat back to the side of the disciples.

As for Kongxing, he was directly thrown away by a force and landed outside the main hall, his fate unknown.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly walked forward a few steps, and the expressions of the martial arts crowd changed drastically. They all took a few steps back in perfect unison.

It's so scary.

It is said that Zhang Sanfeng, a legendary figure in the martial arts world, was an unparalleled master.

However, they did not expect Zhang Sanfeng to be so powerful. Before they even saw him make a move, Kongxing was sent flying.

Is this person really a martial arts practitioner?

When they saw his youthful appearance again, everyone felt a chill.

Some members of minor sects had long since lost their color in their faces, trembling with fear, and dared not even look at Zhang Sanfeng.

“Amitabha, Master Zhang!” Kong Wen composed himself and stepped forward. “We have come here today with sincere hearts to offer our birthday wishes. Why is Master Zhang so angry?”

"That's right, there are over a thousand of us. Even if you, Master Zhang, possess unparalleled divine skills, do you think you can kill us all?"

With someone taking the lead, the others suddenly felt more confident and said the most cowardly things in an arrogant tone.

Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily: "Get angry? You dare to challenge me?!"

As soon as his aura solidified, everyone felt as if a mountain was pressing down on them, and their bones cracked and popped.

It's like a small boat in a huge ocean, about to capsize under the waves at any moment.

"How scary!"

"I don't want the Dragon-Slaying Saber anymore!"

Many novice martial artists immediately lay down on the ground, loudly begging for mercy.

"Humph!"

Zhang Sanfeng sneered, "You who have stormed Wudang Mountain may be spared the death penalty, but you will not escape punishment."

With a stretch of his hands, a pair of giant, yin-yang handprints appeared in the void, grabbing all the more than a thousand people.

Everyone seemed to be trapped in another world.

Such methods are far beyond what is expected of people in a low-level martial arts world.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically.

Even the Shaolin side no longer had the slightest arrogance in their eyes.

They're not practicing martial arts, they're cultivating immortality!

What right does Shaolin have to be presumptuous in the face of Zhang Sanfeng, who cultivates immortality?