Martial Arts Crossover: Infiltrating a Girls' Chat Group at the Start

Dugu Jian lifted Ximen Chuixue and Jian Chen up and headed towards Wudang Mountain.

Lin Zhu and Wuming each flew on their swords and followed Dugu Jian.

Flying in a straight line is fast; they arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain in less than an hour.

Dugu Jian's sword aura soared into the sky, signaling to the people of Wudang Mountain that he had arrived.

Outside Xiangyang City, Dugu Sheng had just returned when he sensed the sword intent of Dugu Jian.

"Is that direction towards Wudang Mountain?"

He was taken aback. "How dare this old man do that?"

He turned to Afei and said, "Afei, come with your master."

"Yes, Master."

Afei followed, and the Divine Eagle spread its wings, letting Afei sit on its back, and flew towards Wudang Mountain with Dugu Sheng.

This divine eagle is also quite remarkable. It has been by Dugu Sheng's side for many years and now possesses unparalleled combat power. However, it has eaten too much snake gall, making it look somewhat unsightly.

But it can still fly; it's just that some of the fur on its belly has fallen out.

Xiangyang is very close to Wudang Mountain. At the speed of the Condor Heroes, it only takes half an hour to reach the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Meanwhile, Lin Zhu and his group had already been invited up by Song Yuanqiao of Wudang Mountain.

When they passed the Sword-Untying Stone, Song Yuanqiao did not ask them to untie their swords.

Dugu Jian is an extremely sharp sword, and there's also Wuming, the Heavenly Sword. Are we supposed to hang them on the Sword-Unraveling Stone?

With both of them here, whether Ximen Chuixue and Jian Chen's swordsmanship is unraveled or not is no longer so important.

Zhang Sanfeng was waiting in the Zhenwu Hall when he saw Lin Zhu for the first time and gasped in shock.

In less than two years, he's already half a step into the Celestial Realm?

Indeed, this is not something one person could do.

Then there's Dugu Jian. He had already felt that earth-shattering sword intent when he was at Wudang Mountain. The splendor of that sword breaking through the tribulation clouds was truly enviable to him.

"Sword Saint Hermit, Nameless Hermit, Young Friend Lin, and two other young friends, this old Taoist greets you."

Chapter 334 Knocking on A Fei's Head

"Greetings, Master Zhang!"

Everyone quickly returned the greeting.

"Please, everyone, there's no need for such formalities. Please be seated."

Zhang Sanfeng asked them to sit down.

Lin Zhu looked around. He recognized Song Yuanqiao; he was the one who had come to greet them.

Zhang Cuishan and Zhang Wuji were also there. Apart from the difference in their beards, the father and son looked almost identical, except that one was a bit shorter.

He noticed Zhang Wuji's feet; he wasn't wearing sandals.

Behind Song Yuanqiao was Song Qingshu, who, to be honest, was quite good-looking, even more so than Zhang Wuji.

The nickname "Jade-faced Mengchang" is quite fitting.

Zhang Wuji and Song Qingshu both had strange expressions. The guy in front of them was actually a man, and he was really only sixteen years old.

At this moment, when Song Qingshu looked at Zhang Wuji again, he felt no jealousy whatsoever.

You're already twenty years old and you're only a Grandmaster, while others reached the pinnacle at sixteen.

Rounding it off, I'd say I'm at least a half-step Grandmaster, considering my father had that level of strength at my age.

In that instant, he felt a great sense of comfort.

As for being jealous of Lin Zhu, it's completely impossible for him to be jealous.

At the peak of sixteen, what lunatic would compare themselves to this prodigy?

At this moment, Zhang Wuji was also questioning his life. He originally thought that he was already very remarkable to have received Zhang Sanfeng's true teachings and become a grandmaster at the age of twenty. But then he heard Zhang Sanfeng talking about Lin Zhu.

I saw it with my own eyes now.

Life is truly full of surprises.

Meanwhile, the Seven Heroes of Wudang were not looking at Dugu Jian, but at Lin Zhu.

That's true, they're just terrestrial immortals; they're used to seeing that.

But they had never actually seen such a pinnacle at sixteen.

"Ahem!" Zhang Sanfeng coughed twice, drawing all his disciples' attention, and looked at the Sword Saint, asking, "May I ask what brings you here, Sword Saint?"

Dugu Jian's eyes flashed with sword light, and he cupped his hands, saying, "I have come here today to ask Master Zhang for a swordsmanship lesson. Is that alright?"

"Oh! Was it the sword that pierced through the clouds of calamity?"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up. He was actually a martial arts fanatic, but he had grown up and lost the competitive spirit he had in his youth.

But Dugu Jian's Heaven-Shattering Move did pique his curiosity.

Since he wants to learn from me, then let him.

Dugu Jian answered decisively.

Zhang Sanfeng agreed.

Lin Zhu was taken aback. "Master Zhang, you really agreed like that? Aren't you going to reconsider?"

"I wonder what you need to consider?" Zhang Sanfeng looked at Lin Zhu with amusement.

Wuming also said, "Master Zhang, you really should consider this."

He was worried that Zhang Sanfeng would underestimate him, as Dugu Jian's Twenty-Three Swords was truly difficult to parry.

At the very least, he couldn't handle it with his current strength, even if he used all his might.

When Dugu Jian saw Lin Zhu and Wuming so earnestly reminding Zhang Sanfeng, he was not angry at all, but rather delighted.

This is showing me great respect! It means that even Zhang Sanfeng should take this sword strike seriously.

So he said, "Master Zhang, please forgive my presumptuous words, but this sword of mine is truly difficult to withstand."

With that, the sword intent spread, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Wuji, Song Qingshu, and others all wore expressions of terror.

They seemed unable to move, with a sword hanging over their foreheads, as if they were about to die at any moment.

Of course, this feeling lasted for less than a moment.

However, in that very instant, they broke out in a cold sweat.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes lit up. He hadn't felt it deeply before, but now he was truly excited at the sight of it.

At the same time, he knew that Dugu Jian was there to test his sword skills, not to really seek death, so he thought he should do his part.

If it were before, he would definitely have gone all out.

After all, at the foot of the mountain, Dugu Jian's sword intent was so fierce and murderous that he looked like he was courting death.

But now that I've actually come into contact with him, I realize that this is his sword intent—a sword intent full of destruction.

He liked this sword intent; he used to be just as full of killing intent.

He just created Tai Chi, which encompasses everything.

"This sword strike is indeed difficult to withstand, but I really do wish to take it."

Dugu Jian solemnly said, "This junior will only use this one sword, and this is all the power I have."

Zhang Sanfeng said, "I look forward to your sword strike, but not today. Since I'm only going to use this one, you must cultivate your essence, energy, and spirit to their peak. You just broke through yesterday, and you've rushed a bit today. I will receive your sword strike in three days."

Respecting your opponent is also respecting yourself. Dugu Jian agreed, "Alright, then three days from now."

He looked at Zhang Sanfeng with boundless admiration in his eyes.

The next moment, a voice came from above and below, "Junior Dugu Sheng, with his disciples, requests an audience with Master Zhang."

"Ah Sheng is here too?"

Dugu Jian turned his head to look down the mountain.

Upon hearing this title, Wuming's lips twitched.

Dugu Jian has really gotten arrogant. He used to give Dugu Sheng a cold shoulder when they met before. When did he start calling him "A Sheng" in such an intimate way?

Zhang Sanfeng was unaware of the relationship between Dugu Jian and Dugu Sheng. Seeing that they both shared the surname Dugu, he assumed they were very close brothers.

They are so alike; they both practice swordsmanship and follow the same ruthless sword path.

People wouldn't find it strange if they said they were twins, they just don't look alike.

"Yuanqiao, go and invite Master Dugu up here."

"Yes, Master."

Dugu Jian looked at Zhang Sanfeng, then at Lin Zhu, feeling a sense of unease.

Lin Zhu addressed Dugu Sheng as Senior Dugu and as Senior Sword Saint.

Zhang Sanfeng called him the Sword Saint Hermit, and Dugu Sheng the Dugu Hermit.

What, is it because Sword Demon doesn't sound as good as Sword Saint?

Thinking about it this way, it doesn't seem so wrong!

Then I stopped thinking about it.

Those who practice swordsmanship tend to have simpler minds; they have nothing but the sword.

Soon, Dugu Sheng was invited into the Zhenwu Hall, where he saw a large group of people led by Zhang Sanfeng.

"Dugu Sheng greets Master Zhang!"

"Master Dugu, please don't stand on ceremony." He glanced at the seats; this was going to be difficult to arrange!

Lin Zhu stood up and said, "Senior Dugu, please sit down!" Then he stood behind his seat.