Ignoring all this, Mo Han immediately summoned the System and prepared to draw the lottery.
After defeating Shi Meng, Chen Song, Song Qingshu, the third generation disciple, Mo Shenggu, Yu Lianzhou, and the others, Mo Han's points reached 150,000!
This made Mo Han very satisfied." System, draw a lottery. Spend 50,000 points in one go. Draw!"”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for spending 50,000 points in one go to obtain the Dali Duan Clan's ultimate technique, the Single Solar Finger!”
"Hmm, Yi Yang Finger?" Mo Han's eyes lit up. This was good stuff.
The Yi Yang Finger was divided into nine levels, and the highest level was the First Stage Realm.
If one only practiced a little, the power of the Yi Yang Finger would naturally be limited. For example, Zhu Jiuzhen's Yi Yang Finger could only be used to strike acupoints.
However, if he reached the First Stage, like South Deity Yideng, his future would be limitless. He would be able to take on the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms head-on, which was extraordinary!
More importantly, the Yi Yang Finger of the Fourth Stage Realm was the foundation for learning the Six Pulses Divine Sword.
If he drew the Six Pulses Divine Sword in the future but was unable to cultivate it without the Yi Yang Finger, then he would have no place to cry.
"Let's draw again! Consumes 100,000 points at once!"
The more points he consumed in one go, the higher the probability of getting something good. Mo Han would not be foolish and bet everything on it.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for spending 100,000 points in one go to obtain the ultimate technique of Evil King Shi Zhixuan, the Immortal Pressing Art of the Great Tang!”
Immortal Pressing Art!
Mo Han was excited. This was a rare ultimate technique with endless uses.
Using the principle of Yin and Yang, things would reverse when they reached an extreme, he could freely convert the Qi of Life and Death, borrowing strength to turn it into strength.
It could dissolve, absorb, and transform the enemy's true qi (death qi) into life qi to replenish one's qi and blood. From there, one's true qi and inner qi would never be exhausted, and its magical effects would be endless.
The current Mo Han was only a second-rate expert with limited internal energy. Once his internal energy was exhausted, the consequences would be unimaginable.
However, with the Immortal Pressing Art, he could turn the enemy's death energy into his own life energy and nourish himself. From there, his internal energy would be long lasting. Even if he were to fight someone of a higher level, he would have a chance of being invincible!
Mo Han spent the entire night cultivating these two techniques.
The next morning, Song Yuanqiao brought Yu Lianzhou and the others to pay their respects.
"Yuanqiao and the other junior brothers greet Martial Uncle Mo!”
Song Yuanqiao bowed, neither servile nor overbearing.
As the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, he knew the big picture and knew when to advance or retreat.
Song Qingshu deserved it, and he, Song Yuanqiao, could not absolve himself from the blame. In addition, he was thinking about Wudang's future, so Song Yuanqiao could only suppress everything and not dare to be unconvinced.
There was no other way. The situation was pressing!
Mo Han stood up and waved his sleeves. The door opened with a loud bang. Then, he leaped and appeared outside the door.
Looking at Song Yuanqiao and the others, Mo Han nodded and said,""Stand up."
"Thank you, Uncle-Master!"
"Yuanqiao, why have you come this time?”Mo Han said calmly. Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng had given him instructions?
"Martial Uncle, Master is already in seclusion. His unfilial son, Song Qingshu, was unpardonable. He had already been stripped of his identity as an inner sect disciple and demoted to a servant. He worked every day to atone for his sins. The third-generation disciples with evil intentions, like Chen Song and Shi Meng, all had their cultivation crippled and were expelled from the sect. The other disciples were also severely punished according to their actions. In the future, the six of us will definitely work hard and strictly control the third generation disciples.”
Mo Han nodded and said meaningfully,""It's good that this is a troubled time. Wudang Sect won't be peaceful for long. There's not much time left for you!”
When Song Yuanqiao and the others heard that, their expressions all changed drastically, and they were even somewhat in disbelief.
Yu Lianzhou couldn't help but ask," Martial Uncle Mo, please forgive me for being presumptuous. What do you mean by that?"”
"Haha." Mo Han smiled and said," Do you think that Wudang and Shaolin are neck and neck with each other? Do you think that they're as powerful as Mount Tai? Do you think that no one in the world, be it the big sects or the Dayuan Imperial Court, would dare to act recklessly? Do you think that Wudang would be as stable as Mount Tai and not in any danger?"”
Yu Lianzhou nodded." I'm not happy about it, Martial Uncle. Wudang is very stable in the current situation." His master, Perfected Zhang, was famous all over the world, and now that he had his Uncle-Master to oversee it, he was like a tiger with wings. With the six of us, even the Demon Sect wouldn't dare to mess around! Uncle-Master was so worried, wasn't it a little groundless?”
"As steady as Mount Tai? Unfounded worries? Wrong, wrong, all wrong!"
Mo Han waved his hand and said in a deep voice," The Demonic Sect may not be the Demonic Sect, and the righteous path may not be the righteous path." The crisis of Wudang Sect did not lie in Ming Cult.”
"Uncle-Master, you mean…Wudang's crisis comes from the righteous path of the martial arts world?”Song Yuanqiao's pupils constricted as he understood the meaning behind Mo Han's words.
"Master Zhang came from Shaolin and founded Wudang. Now, Wudang had become an existence that was on par with Shaolin. Some people even said that Zhang Sanfeng, who came from Shaolin, had surpassed his master!”
Mo Han smiled and said,""An abandoned disciple of Shaolin, but he surpassed his master. He suppressed the few divine monks of Shaolin so much that they couldn't even raise their heads. Do you think they will be convinced?"
"Wudang, founded by the Shaolin Temple's abandoned disciple, is thriving day by day. It's now comparable to Shaolin Temple and even surpassing Shaolin Temple. Do you think Shaolin Temple won't have any thoughts? Would he sit back and watch Wudang surpass him? Become the second in a thousand years?"
For a moment, the expressions of Song Yuanqiao and the others changed drastically, and they even broke out in cold sweat.
Yes, everyone was jealous, let alone Shaolin!
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