Ling Xu, who was in a rather sorry state, left the bustling city while dodging. Looking at those faintly discernible yet familiar figures behind him, his mood became extremely complicated. He gathered his spirit and used the last bit of true qi in his body to execute his sect's lightness skill, the 'Tai Chi Footwork' as he moved towards the dense forest.
Not long after Ling Xu left, dozens of figures flashed past and chased after him with their sect's qinggong, Taiji Steps.
" Where did that little bastard escape to?" The red-faced old man in a Taiji Daoist robe asked the people in front of him.
Martial Uncle Chongming, Ling Xu has escaped to the east."
Martial Uncle Chong Ming looked at the terrain and instructed,"Ling Ji, Ling Ji, Ling Tai, you three take a shortcut and intercept him from the front. Remember, don't underestimate him. Don't look down on him just because he's only at Houtian eighth stage. He practices the exquisite martial arts passed down by his ancestors. He's definitely not his match in a one-on-one fight."
" Got it, Martial Uncle Chongming."
Ling Ji, Ling Ji, and Ling Tai were all Houtian ninth stage experts. They were only one step away from the peak of Houtian realm. According to the past, they only needed to cultivate for a few more years to cross this threshold and reach the Xiantian realm. The Xiantian realm was an insurmountable gap for all Houtian warriors. The appearance of the Patriarch's secret manual made their hearts burn with passion. They wanted to kill their junior brother and snatch the Patriarch's secret manual from him.
Ling Xu was already a master of the eighth stage of the Houtian realm in his twenties. One must know that the youngest of the three senior brothers was already thirty-three years old, and the oldest was close to forty years old. Martial Uncle Chong Ming was the fastest cultivator in the sect in the past hundred years. When he cultivated to the realm of Ling Xu, he was already close to thirty. No matter how monstrous he was, he would not be so heaven-defying. Therefore, Martial Uncle Chong Ming sent his senior sister Ling Long, who was on good terms with him, to investigate him.
Ling Xu was very intelligent and learned everything very quickly. His only weakness was that he was lazy. In this age where the internet was everywhere, the time he spent on the internet was much more than the time he spent on cultivation. He especially liked to watch anime and forgot to eat. Sometimes, he would also think about how he would go into the anime world with the martial arts of his sect.
Four years ago, Ling Xu, who was in the Houtian fourth stage, was cultivating in the back mountain of his sect. He was stared at by a giant python that was as thick as a bowl and as long as thirty feet. It slithered towards him with its forked tongue and its cold eyes. The terrified Ling Xu fled in a panic and accidentally entered the formation that his sect had set up hundreds of years ago. Ling Xu, who was completely oblivious to the formation, followed his instincts and walked out of the formation in a daze. When he saw the words 'Enlightenment Peak', he was instantly dumbfounded. The disciples of his sect had been searching for hundreds of years, but they couldn't find Enlightenment Mountain.
Along the mountain path, they came to a cave. The decorations inside were very simple. There was a stone bench, a table and a chair, a futon, and a pool. The python was so frightened that it didn't know where to go. Ling Xu, who was covered in cold sweat, jumped into the pool to wash himself. The pool water was mixed with stalactite liquid that was hundreds or even thousands of years old. It had a very good effect on the body. The weak Ling Xu fell asleep in the pool water and woke up after about six to eight hours.
Moonlight shone through the cracks of the mountain into the pool and reflected into the cave. The light in the cave was not too bright, and he could barely see everything in the cave. He looked at the moss-covered wall and could vaguely see some scratches. He traced the marks and revealed his original appearance. It was actually words. The entire wall was engraved with the long-lost Taiji Heart Technique, the array, and the martial arts that the founder had comprehended in the cave. He spent most of the night memorizing all the martial arts engraved on the wall. He used the mud in the pool water to flatten the words and leave Enlightenment Mountain.
After obtaining Chi Shui's Muscle and Marrow Cleansing and Wudang Sect's most authentic Taiji Heart Technique, Ling Xu's cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. In just four years, he had broken through from the fourth stage realm to the eighth stage of the Houtian realm. He had already vaguely touched the threshold of the ninth stage realm. In the end of the martial era, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was extremely thin. It was a monstrous existence to advance a small realm in a year.
The elders of the sect had different understandings of martial arts as their cultivation became more profound. The sect master advocated for natural entry into the path, combining hardness and softness, and success came naturally. The Chongming lineage advocated offense and defense.
Ling Xu belonged to the sect leader's line. He was adopted by the sect leader since he was young. He wrote down the Tai Chi Heart Technique, array, and martial arts techniques he had memorized in the cave and handed them to his mentor, the current sect leader of Wudang Sect, Perfected Chongxu. The return of the patriarch's relic made Perfected Chongxu very happy. As a reward, he asked Ling Xu to choose a treasure from the treasure vault of the past sect leaders as a reward.
The items that the Sect Leader had taken a fancy to and included in the treasure vault were extraordinary. There were all kinds of weapons, protective gear, and clothes. When Ling Xu touched his favorite weapon, he was accidentally scratched, but he didn't feel anything. It could be seen how sharp the weapons included here were. When he touched an inconspicuous bead, he seemed to be pricked by something. Only then did he know that his palm was injured.
Ling Xu picked up an extremely sharp sword and left the treasury happily. Right after he left the treasury, the inconspicuous bead absorbed the blood that Ling Xu had left on it. The bead emitted a dark green light and washed away the dust on the surface to return to its original appearance.
That night, Ling Xu had a strange dream. He dreamed that the bead flew out of the Sect Leader's Treasure House and came to his room. It circled around the acupoints of his body and hit them lightly and heavily. Then, it stopped on his forehead and slowly fused into it. It opened up a space in his brain and settled down. The bead was bright and dark as if it was communicating with him. He was so scared that he quickly woke up from the dream. He touched his forehead and found that it was still the same. He let out a sigh of relief and fell asleep again.
Ling Xu and Senior Sister Ling Long were about the same age. After a few years of getting along, they became good friends who talked about everything. They were attracted to each other. His daughter was very clear about her thoughts. She casually made up a reason to ask her about Ling Xu. After asking her several times, she finally found out what happened to Ling Xu. Senior Uncle Chongming found an excuse to arrange for Ling Xu to go down the mountain and sent his favorite disciples to intercept him and force him to tell her the location of Enlightenment Mountain and the martial arts of the Ancestral Master.
When Senior Sister Ling Long learned of what her father had done, she was extremely saddened. She also heard that Ling Xu was imprisoned in the secret chamber of her father's ancestral home. She went down the mountain to save him despite the sect's ban and deceived her fellow disciples to save Ling Xu. Chong Ming was furious when he learned of this. In order to prevent the news from being leaked, he used the most extreme method to capture Ling Xu, regardless of whether he was dead or alive.
Senior Sister Ling Long had risked her life several times to save him. Ling Xu, who had always thought that he had been deceived, finally understood his senior sister's remorse and forgave her. During the escape, they had become a pair of bitter mandarin ducks. After knowing the exact news of the two, Perfected Chongming personally went out to capture them. Only Ling Xu, who was in the eighth stage of the Houtian realm, was no match for Senior Uncle Chongming, who was in the Xiantian realm. He was beaten black and blue in a few moves.
Chong Ming tried to force him to tell him about the martial arts of the founder, but after several attempts, he did not get what he wanted. His anger rose and he decided to kill him to silence him. He slapped his head. His senior sister Ling Long blocked this fatal blow for him. The resentful Ling Xu looked at everyone with red eyes. He helped his senior sister who had already passed away and endured the pain to escape from the encirclement with the life-saving technique passed down by the founder.
Perfected Chong Ming killed his own daughter by mistake. He roared towards the sky and pushed all the responsibility to Ling Xu. He chased after him in three directions and was bound to capture him and torture him to bury his precious daughter.
The technique created by the founder was extraordinary, but it also consumed a lot of zhenqi and spiritual energy. They ran in the forest until their zhenqi was exhausted and they passed out. Even so, they still hugged their senior sister Ling Long tightly. When they woke up, it was already a starry sky. They chose a beautiful place to bury her and carved a beautiful vow on the stone tablet. The words carved on it were 'Tomb of my beloved wife Ling Long' dyed red with blood.
The sound of footsteps came from the silent night sky. Ling Xu bid her farewell and ran into the distance. He was seriously injured and fainted on the side of the road. Coincidentally, the patrol car passed by and sent him to the hospital for treatment. After more than a month of quiet recuperation, his injuries had recovered to their original state. Not only that, but his cultivation had also increased. Now, he was a martial artist of the Houtian ninth stage realm.
The Chongming lineage disciples had many ears and eyes. They found Ling Xu in the vast sea of people, which was why the previous scene happened.
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