Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Wudang Mountain, Sword-Unlocking Pool.

The seven people climbed the steps, with ancient trees reaching for the sky on both sides of the blue stone steps, and clouds and mist swirling around the mountainside. Occasionally, the cry of a crane could be heard from the depths of the clouds, creating a truly ethereal atmosphere.

Huang Rong walked beside Shen Jue, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation: "Brother Shen, the Wudang Sect has been established for over a hundred years, yet it is already the leader of Taoist martial arts in the world."

"It is said that the martial arts of Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng have reached the limit of the Grandmaster level, and some of his seven disciples have also stepped into the Grandmaster level."

Shen Jue nodded, his gaze sweeping over the stone carvings on both sides of the mountain path.

The four characters "Taihe Qingxu" are written with vigorous strokes, clearly carved by a master with finger strength.

Upon reaching the mountain gate, two Taoist priests guarding the mountain blocked their way.

"Esteemed benefactors, the place ahead is the Wudang Sect's place of seclusion. If you wish to offer incense, please go to Taihe Palace." A middle-aged Taoist priest bowed and spoke politely.

Huang Rong stepped forward, cupped her hands, and said with a smile, "Greetings, Daoist Master. We are not here to offer incense, but to pay a special visit to Master Zhang. We have important matters to discuss, so please inform him."

The middle-aged Taoist priest sized Huang Rong up and down, noticing her white robes, her hair tied up, a long sword at her waist, and several people following behind her. He frowned and said, "Our sect leader is in seclusion, cultivating the Tao, and will not receive any guests. Please return."

Huang Rong's smile remained unchanged: "We have come from afar with utmost sincerity. May we invite Master Song or Master Yu to have a meeting?"

Just as the Taoist priest was about to reply, a group of people suddenly walked out from inside the mountain gate.

The leader was a Taoist priest in his early thirties, with a handsome face and an arrogant demeanor. Behind him were seven or eight young disciples, chatting and laughing, making quite a lively scene.

"Who's making such a fuss?" The handsome Taoist priest's gaze swept over the crowd, landing on Huang Rong, a look of amazement flashing in his eyes.

The middle-aged Taoist priest quickly bowed and said, "Uncle-Master Song, these benefactors say they wish to visit the sect leader."

The handsome Taoist priest was none other than Song Yushan, the most outstanding disciple of the third generation of the Wudang School, and the son of Song Yuanqiao.

He raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, slowly walked up to Huang Rong, ignored the others behind her, looked her up and down, and a frivolous smile appeared on his lips.

"Young lady, my great-master is in seclusion, cultivating his Dao, and does not receive outsiders," Song Yushan drawled.

"Besides, who are you people?"

"You demand to see my grandmaster right off the bat? What do you take my Wudang Sect for?"

"Teahouses and taverns won't do?"

His disciples behind him burst into laughter.

The Taoist priest guarding the gate looked at Song Yushu and his group in surprise, wondering what was wrong with these third and fourth generation disciples.

The Wudang Sect has its own rules to govern its disciples, and such unwarranted and dissolute behavior will be punished on Wudang Mountain.

"Uncle Song..." The mountain-guarding Taoist was about to offer some advice.

A Wudang disciple standing next to Song Yushu stepped forward and shouted at him, "Shut up! You have no right to speak here."

The mountain-guarding Taoist was startled and was about to retort, but when he looked at the identities and martial arts of the third and fourth generation disciples in front of him, which were far superior to his, he had no choice but to shut up.

The mountain-guarding Taoist wanted to refute these people for tarnishing the reputation of the Wudang Sect, but he was limited by the huge gap in their social status.

A disciple with a pointed face and monkey-like features glanced sideways at the mountain-guarding Taoist and stepped forward: "Senior Brother Song, this girl is extremely beautiful, but she doesn't know the rules."

Another person chimed in, "Indeed, our Wudang Sect is a prestigious and righteous sect. How could just any Tom, Dick, or Harry be allowed in?"

Huang Rong's smile faded, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, but her face remained smiling: "Young Master Song is joking."

"We have come here on an important matter concerning the safety of the martial arts world."

"The safety of the martial arts world?" Song Yushan scoffed, his hands behind his back, his expression becoming increasingly arrogant.

"You lot? You dare to talk about the safety of the martial arts world?"

"Do you know the names of the Seven Heroes of Wudang?"

"Do you know what kind of person my great-grandfather was?"

His gaze shifted and landed on Shen Jue. Seeing that Shen Jue was shirtless and his skin was covered with strange silver patterns, he couldn't help but frown.

"Who are you? How can you be naked? What kind of behavior is this?" Song Yushan frowned.

Shen Jue didn't speak, but just looked at him calmly.

Song Yushan felt uncomfortable under that gaze, as if his innermost thoughts had been read. He subconsciously looked away and then fixed his gaze on Qiao Feng and Guo Jing.

"You two look quite respectable," Song Yushan said, circling around Qiao Feng.

"He's strong, but I wonder how good his kung fu is."

"Would you like me to offer some guidance?"

Qiao Feng's face was ashen, and he remained silent.

Guo Jing frowned slightly and pressed down on Qiao Feng's arm.

"No need to be nervous." Seeing that Qiao Feng did not answer, Song Yushan became even more smug.

"Our Wudang Sect wins people over with virtue and will not stoop to your level."

"But..."

He abruptly changed the subject, his gaze returning to Huang Rong, his smile becoming suggestive: "Since this young lady is here, why don't you come with me for a cup of tea?"

"My father is Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang."

"If you have anything to say, you can tell me."

As he spoke, Song Yushu reached out and grabbed Huang Rong's wrist.

Huang Rong spun around lightly, dodging Song Yushan's hand, and took a step back, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Young Master Song, please have some self-respect," Huang Rong said, her tone turning cold.

Song Yushan missed his target and looked a little embarrassed, but his disciples behind him laughed even harder.

"Senior Brother Song, this girl is shy!"

"Don't rush, senior brother, take your time!"

Song Yushan's expression softened slightly, and he stepped forward again: "Why must you keep me at arm's length, young lady? The scenery on Wudang Mountain is beautiful; I'll show you around, wouldn't that be delightful?"

As he spoke, he reached out and put his arm around Huang Rong's shoulder.

This time, he couldn't reach out his hand.

Because Shen Jue spoke up.

"Miss Huang." Shen Jue's voice was as calm as a deep pool.

"Step down."

"Talking and talking, visiting this person or that person all day long."

"What's so bland about it?"

"boring."

Upon hearing this, Huang Rong gave a wry smile, gave Song Yushu and the others sympathetic looks, and retreated behind Shen Jue.

Song Yushan was taken aback, then glared at Shen Jue with displeasure: "And who do you think you are?"

Shen Jue ignored him and turned to look at Qiao Feng instead: "Brother Qiao, I find the Wudang Mountain gate a bit of an eyesore."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's lips curled up slightly.

He took a step forward.

With this step, the gravel on the mountain path trembled and the two Taoist priests guarding the mountain felt an invisible wave of energy rushing towards them, and they involuntarily took several steps back.

Song Yushan's expression changed slightly, and he was about to reprimand Qiao Feng when he saw a strange change appear on Qiao Feng's face.

Those are golden patterns.

The patterns resembled layered dragon scales, extending from Qiao Feng's forehead to his cheekbones and jawline, gleaming with a pale golden light in the sunlight.

The patterns were not static, but rather flickered and flowed with his breath, as if a real dragon was lurking beneath his skin.

This is an unusual phenomenon caused by the excessive power of internal energy after the user has reached the Grandmaster level in "Breathing Technique 2.0".

This is Qiao Feng's unique dragon-shaped battle tattoo.

This was not something Qiao Feng did intentionally; rather, it was because his internal energy had surged to its limit, to the point that even his skin could not fully contain it.

It could only seep out from the smallest pores and condense on the skin's surface, forming this strange phenomenon.

The mountain wind suddenly stopped.

The clouds and mist seemed to have solidified.

Song Yushan's eyes widened. He had never seen such a sight before, nor had he ever heard of it.

"You...you..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Qiao Feng raised his right palm.

The movement was unhurried, as if it were just a casual gesture.

However, as he raised his palm, the sound of the wind in the world changed.

"Ugh!"

A deep horn sounded from the void; it was the howl of the north wind sweeping across the grassland, the neighing of thousands of horses charging, and the mournful howl of a wolf gazing at the moon.

This sound did not come from any musical instrument, but rather from the surging and turbulent true energy within Qiao Feng's body, resonating with the heavens and earth.

Amidst the golden light that filled the sky, the phantoms of millions of iron cavalrymen clearly emerged, their hooves shattering mountains and rivers, their long swords cleaving through the sun and moon.

This single strike instantly shifted the art style from martial arts to fantasy.

The disciples behind Song Yushan all changed color. Some of them collapsed to the ground with their legs going weak, while others turned to run but were pinned to the spot by an invisible aura.

These Wudang disciples were so frightened by Qiao Feng's masterful skills and the accompanying background music that they lost their composure.

Qiao Feng struck out with his palm.

It's not flashy, nor does it have any complicated variations.

It was just a simple palm strike.

However, when this palm strike was unleashed, the world changed color.

Two golden dragons formed from internal energy roared out from Qiao Feng's palms!

Each one is over ten zhang long, with its head held high, whiskers flowing, and scales clearly visible, gleaming in the sunlight!

That was the essence of Qiao Feng's internal energy!

His internal strength was already profound and powerful, and after practicing the "Breathing Technique 2.0" and reaching the Grandmaster level, he further developed his internal strength.

It is even more profound and powerful!

When Qiao Feng released his true energy, it naturally condensed into a shape. The dragon-shaped battle pattern resonated with the true energy, and thus transformed into these two true dragons!

The modified and optimized "Breathing Technique 2.0" by Shen Jue will generate different battle patterns based on each person's talent and physical constitution after the cultivator enters the Grandmaster realm!

Even the form of internal energy will change accordingly!

The two dragons coiled and intertwined, their roars echoing through the heavens!

Thousands of ancient pines on Wudang Mountain trembled simultaneously, and their needles fell like rain!

A dragon's shadow swept across the Sword-Unlocking Pool, causing the water to erupt!

The dragon's shadow swept across the bluestone steps, causing them to crack!

Finally! The dragon shadow crashed into the gate of Wudang Mountain!

The mountain gate, carved from a single piece of bluestone and standing three zhang tall, bearing the three large characters "Wudang Sect," couldn't even withstand a single breath under the impact of the two dragons!

This stone tablet was carved with the three characters "Wudang Sect" by Zhang Sanfeng using his internal strength!

The end times are here!

"boom!"

The deafening roar of rocks shattering echoed through the mountains.

Countless pebbles flew into the air, only to be reduced to dust by the remaining force of the golden dragon, falling like snowflakes!

After breaking through the mountain gate, the two golden dragons continued their momentum and advanced another ten zhang or so.

The bamboo grove behind the mountain gate was plowed into ruins before gradually dissipating into the air.

Smoke and dust filled the sky, and pebbles littered the ground.

The gate of Wudang Mountain has been completely destroyed.

Song Yushan collapsed to the ground, his face as white as paper, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

His disciples behind him fared even worse; some curled up in their hands, while others foamed at the mouth and fainted.

The two Taoist priests guarding the mountain were stunned, their lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.

Qiao Feng withdrew his palms and stood up. The dragon-shaped battle markings on his face slowly faded away, restoring his square face with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

He glanced at the rubble scattered on the ground and said indifferently, "It is indeed an eyesore."

The smoke and dust slowly dissipated.

Liu Da and Liu Er stepped over the gravel, took a few steps forward, and came to the side of Song Yushu and his disciples, their faces full of ferocious smiles.

"laugh!"

"My brother and I originally thought that Wudang disciples would be the vanguard of the righteous path."

"I never expected him to be such a thuggish person."

"Brother Shen Jue once said that when you encounter morally corrupt second-generation and third-generation martial artists like yourself..."

"They should be thoroughly humiliated too!"

Liu Dashen transformed into numerous figures like a ghost, stepping forward to seal the internal energy of the third and fourth generation disciples of Wudang at the mountain gate.

Only the two Taoists guarding the gate, though still trembling with fear, were not able to have their inner strength sealed by Liu Da.

Liu Er then skillfully pulled out a bag he carried with him and took out several pieces of hemp rope from it.

Liu Da laughed heartily and hung Song Yushu and the other Wudang disciples up right in front of the Wudang Mountain gate.

"One whip!"

Liu Da wielded a long whip formed from his internal energy, striking Song Yushu with it.

"what!"

Song Yushu let out a scream, feeling as if ants were tearing at his meridians and dantian.

"This lash is to teach you a lesson!"

"It's wrong to harass respectable women!"

Huang Rong, standing nearby, felt embarrassed; she was still a young girl.

Liu Er, working in tandem with Liu Da, would whip Song Yushu once, and then he would whip the other Wudang disciples in return.

Screams erupted one after another.

"This second lash is to teach you a lesson!"

"You need to be more observant!"

"Don't become a nobody, a mere nobody!"

These words were naturally taught to Liu Da and Liu Er by Shen Jue.

After just a few lashes, Song Yushu and the other Wudang disciples were covered in wounds and scars.

"Gulp! Spare me!" Song Yushu cried out, groaning in pain.

"laugh!"

Liu Da let out his signature laugh.

He laughed and said, "No matter what you went through today!"

"Just remember that!"

"How dare you speak to Brother Shen Jue like that!"

"You have met a righteous end!"

Shen Jue's lips naturally tightened.

He admired the scene before him.

Training martial artists like Liu Da was undoubtedly a correct decision.

This allows him to avoid doing everything himself.

Suddenly, a faint cry of a crane was heard, coming from the depths of the sea of ​​clouds.

The crane's cry was initially very far away, but in an instant it was right next to my ear, as if a thunderbolt had split the sky.

The peaks of Wudang Mountain trembled all at once, and thousands of ancient pines moved swiftly without wind, their pine waves surging towards the mountain gate in layers.

The reflection of the sky and clouds in the Sword-Unlocking Pool suddenly shattered, and the pool water flowed upstream, transforming into thousands of silver beads suspended in mid-air.

A figure descended from the clouds on a crane.

The man had white beard and hair, wore a green robe and fur coat, and lightly touched the back of a crane with his toes before gracefully descending.

The moment it landed, all the rocks on the mountain simultaneously rose three inches, then fell back down with a dull thud.

Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang.

He stood with his hands behind his back in front of the broken mountain gate, his gaze sweeping over the mess on the ground, then glancing at Song Yushan and the others hanging from the trees, his brows furrowing slightly.

"The failure of Yuanqiao to teach his disciples is the fault of the old man."

His voice wasn't loud, but it made everyone's eardrums ring; it was a natural expression of his profound inner strength.

"But you gentlemen..."

Zhang Sanfeng raised his eyes, his gaze sharp as lightning, his fighting spirit soaring, and his gaze fell directly on Shen Jue.

"You destroyed my sect and injured my disciples. You should give this old Taoist an explanation."

"Ha!" Shen Jue laughed loudly, "Old Taoist priest wants to fight?!"

"Then let's fight!"