Ming Dynasty: I am truly not the Emperor of Longevity

"The Ming army set up roadblocks on the official road to the west, with hundreds of men stationed there."

Zhao Xixian picked up the teapot and filled a teacup.

"Brother Gao went to the town outside to gather information and will be back soon."

Brother Feng has a leg injury and has walked more than ten miles. Let him rest first, drink this cup of tea, and he should be able to see Brother Gao soon.

"Your subordinate thanks Protector Zhao."

Feng Jing didn't stand on ceremony and picked up the teacup, drinking it all in one gulp.

To be fair, although Protector Zhao held a higher position within the sect than Feng Jing, Feng Jing didn't actually think much of him.

This person joined the Maitreya Cult later than I did, and his martial arts skills were weak.

He heard that the sect leader bestowed upon him an internal martial arts technique, and he quickly found the feeling of qi, but after practicing for two more years, he made no progress whatsoever.

He only learned some ordinary fist and foot techniques and knife skills, making him slightly better than someone who had never practiced martial arts.

If it really came down to a one-on-one life-or-death struggle, he probably wouldn't be able to defeat even the elite soldiers of the Ming army.

Of course, this Protector Zhao was indeed quite capable, and was appreciated by the leader and the Left Protector, who made him the Right Protector.

In terms of official positions within the sect, his status is only below that of the sect leader and the left protector.

In reality, he could not command any of the seven elders in the sect.

Although the Maitreya Sect is not an ordinary martial arts gang, it ultimately still reveres martial prowess.

The seven elders are all masters of internal martial arts; how could they possibly listen to the orders of an ordinary person without internal strength?

The sect leader is the number one expert in the sect, and the seven elders are completely convinced of his abilities.

The Left Protector's prestige is somewhat lacking, but at least he is the sect leader's only son and has already made some progress in practicing internal martial arts.

Out of respect for the leader, the elders were still willing to obey the orders of the Left Protector.

Moreover, all the high-ranking members of the sect know that the Left Protector is the candidate for the next sect leader.

Li Tong, the son of the Left Protector, is far inferior to his father and grandfather. It is said that he cannot cultivate even the slightest sense of qi.

If the Left Protector were to pass the leadership of the sect to Li Tong in the future, many within the sect would likely be dissatisfied.

This likely includes myself as well.

Having practiced internal martial arts for over ten years, he had already achieved a minor level of mastery in internal strength. Although his aptitude wasn't particularly outstanding, by the time the Left Protector passed the leadership of the sect to Li Tong, he would have nearly achieved a major level of mastery in internal strength and be able to take up the position of elder.

Elders hold a superior position within the sect, and according to sect rules, they only need to obey the orders of the sect leader.

The succession of a new leader requires the approval of all the elders within the sect.

Even the cult leader's only grandson only showed respect on the surface but was inwardly resentful, let alone someone like Protector Zhao who had no foundation.

Huh?

Why am I feeling a little dizzy?

Although he had traveled for several hours through the night with a leg injury, he still had internal strength, so he wouldn't be so tired that he would faint.

wrong!

This feeling is like being drugged!

How is that possible?

I've always been very cautious, so where exactly did I fall for this ambush?

Could it be?!

Feng Jing raised his head and looked at Zhao Xixian sitting across the table. A strange smile was on the other's lips.

"Protector Zhao, we have no grudge against each other, why would you plot against me!"

Realizing he had been ambushed by the person opposite him, Feng Jing shouted angrily.

At the same time, he raised his right index finger and stabbed hard into the wound on his thigh!

The intense pain helped Feng Jing break free from the effects of the drug.

"It seems I haven't considered things thoroughly enough."

Zhao Xixian stood up and looked at Feng Jing with great interest.

"I didn't expect that the sleeping potion wouldn't make you pass out."

Gao Jian is not as good as you; after one cup, he will soon lose consciousness.

Well, you suffered an arrow wound to your thigh and have been enduring pain, so naturally you're less likely to be seduced.

"If I had known, I would have given you double the dosage."

"It really was you!"

Feng Jing snorted coldly.

"I wasn't entirely sure at first, I was just trying to bluff you!"

I can't believe you just admitted it like that!

Not only did they drug my tea, they also plotted against Gao Jian.

Since that's the case, there's nothing more to say. Let's see who's the best!

"Look at your pathetic skills! How many moves can you possibly withstand from me?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Jing channeled his inner strength into his right palm and struck out at Zhao Xixian.

"Well done!"

To Feng Jing's surprise, Zhao Xixian on the other side did not avoid his attack, but instead struck back with a palm.

Has he gone mad?!

Upon seeing Zhao Xixian's reaction, Feng Jing even paused for a moment.

Although the opponent has not been able to cultivate internal energy, they have definitely seen a master of internal energy in action!

If this palm strike were used against an ordinary person without internal energy, it would definitely break their bones and tendons.

boom!

Their palms touched directly together.

Feng Jing felt a powerful force coming from the other person's palm, and he was sent flying backward, smashing another table not far behind him into pieces.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted from Feng Jing's mouth.

The right hand, which was facing the other person's palms, also drooped down.

What happened?!

Didn't Zhao Xixian fail to develop internal energy?!

This is something that all the high-ranking members of the Blackwood Cliff headquarters know!

The skill displayed in that palm strike was almost on par with Elder Bai's.

Elder Bai is a top expert in the sect, second only to the sect leader.

More than a decade ago, Elder Bai had already mastered the art of internal energy cultivation. Although his progress in cultivation was slow afterward, his power had increased by at least 10% or 20% over the years.

Zhao Xixian is so young, not even thirty!

He has only been practicing the techniques taught by the sect leader for a little over two years!

How could someone possibly cultivate such powerful internal energy?

Could it be that this person is an unparalleled genius who has been faking it for the past two or three years?

"Brother Feng, if you had been drugged like Gao Jian, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Zhao Xixian walked slowly to Feng Jing.

"Gao Jian's skill was also involved in my palm strike just now, so you can see it for yourselves."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Xixian stretched out his right hand and placed it on Feng Jing's uninjured left wrist pulse point.

The next second, Feng Jing was horrified to discover that a strange internal force entered his body from his wrist and circulated through his meridians.

At the same time, the internal energy he had painstakingly cultivated gradually merged with it, surging towards the pulse point that had been seized.

Once it reached the pulse point, the internal force did not stop, but continued to surge into the opponent's body!

So that's how it was!

. . .

Half an hour later.

Zhao Xixian slowly opened his eyes and stood up.

Finally, the third surge of internal energy was suppressed!

Several hours ago, when he had absorbed Gao Jian's internal energy, he had already felt that this new internal energy could not be integrated with the original internal energy in his body, but was divided into two distinct streams.

Within one's own eight extraordinary meridians, it is not as easy to control as the original internal energy.

The newly arrived internal force is clearly repelling the original internal force.

Of course, the original internal force was six or seven times stronger than the new one, which could easily suppress the restlessness and drag the other party into action.

However, after absorbing Feng Jing's internal energy, the repulsion between the three internal energies in his body became even more severe!