Northern Shaolin, Southern Wudang!
The two great sects of the Central Plains.
The Shaolin Temple was known as the number one sect in Jianghu. Because of First Ancestor Bodhidharma, he created many martial arts and experienced the glorious period of the Sixth Ancestor.
Now, the Shaolin Temple had declined, and Wudang Mountain was even more famous.
The reason was simple. The founder of Wudang Mountain, Zhang Sanfeng, was still alive.
He was also the most senior and respected martial arts master in the entire martial arts world!
Someone once praised Perfected Zhang for having the best martial arts cultivation in the world. He was the true leader of the martial arts world, a grandmaster of his generation, and his prestige was unmatched.
However, no one knew what level Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation had reached.
Some people thought that he was a second-grade cultivator.
There were also people who felt that Zhang Sanfeng had broken through to Rank-1 in the Human Realm after entering the Life-and-Death juncture.
There were also people who guessed that Zhang Sanfeng had actually entered the realm of martial arts and became a true land immortal.
No matter what, it was a fact that Zhang Sanfeng had never been defeated after he became famous.
The most famous battle record was probably the defeat of Freedom King, an expert of the Western Regions, and the rescue of the martial world from a catastrophe.
The arrival of the Wudang Sect's Taoist priest caused the other sects and factions in the restaurant to quieten down.
The old Taoist priest, who was the leader, swept his gaze across the crowd in the restaurant. When he saw Ning Chen sitting in the corner, his eyes lit up and he walked over.
The old Taoist priest placed his horsetail whisk on his elbow and bowed slightly."This poor Taoist is too humble. May I ask if you are an eminent monk from Shaolin?”
Ning Chen stood up and returned the greeting." This poor monk's Dharma name is Miao Chen. I'm just a sweeping monk in Shaolin."”
"Sweeping Monk?"
A strange look flashed across Taoist Master Taiwei's eyes.
"Could it be that Shaolin Temple only sent a sweeping monk to participate in the martial arts tournament?”
However, Taoist Master Taiwei recalled that some time ago, the Demonic Sect attacked Shaolin Temple and the imperial court issued a Buddhist Extermination Order.
The Shaolin Temple had suffered many hardships and was heavily injured, so it could not help but feel relieved.
"Ah, no wonder your temple only sent a sweeping monk.”
Priest Taiwei shook his horsetail whisk and sighed. He asked with concern,""How is your temple now?"
"There are a hundred things waiting to be done," said Ning Chen.”
"That's good, that's good." Taoist Master Taiwei nodded.”
Because of Priest Taiwei, the other sects in the restaurant also noticed Ning Chen.
They originally thought that Ning Chen was just a bald monk who looked handsome. He might even be a flower monk. They did not expect him to be from Shaolin.
"He's actually a monk from Shaolin Temple.”
"You're so handsome. It's a pity to become a monk.”
"For this Martial Arts Circle Convention, Shaolin Temple only sent a sweeping monk over.”
"Hey, don't you know that Shaolin Temple has been robbed many times and its vitality has been greatly damaged? It's already good that someone came.”
"Hehe, Shaolin has declined."
The people in the martial world whispered to each other and discussed animatedly.
They spoke frankly and without any taboos.
Ning Chen's gaze turned. He thought to himself," The Emperor just issued an imperial edict yesterday, making me a Holy Monk. It's normal that these people don't know."
Taoist Master Taiwei chatted with Ning Chen for a while before leading the disciples upstairs to rest.
They were travel-worn and had traveled thousands of miles. They had just rushed to Qing You City from Wudang Sect and needed to recuperate well so that they could deal with the Martial Arts Circle Convention tomorrow.
As soon as the Wudang Sect's Taoist priest left, a brawny man from Black Tiger Hall came to Ning Chen's table with a plate of braised beef.
He had a strong build and muscular body. There was a ferocious black tiger tattoo on his left shoulder and a shiny iron ring on his right arm.
The brawny man showed off the black tiger tattoo on his left shoulder. He stepped on the bench and shouted in a hoarse voice,"I am the Left Emissary of Black Tiger Hall, Li Kui! Fifth Stage Realm!"
Ning Chen lowered his head and blew at the hot water in his cup. He took a small sip and completely ignored Li Kui, the Left Emissary of the Black Tiger Hall.
The burly man's eyes turned cold as he shouted,"Little monk, where's the old bald donkey from Shaolin Temple? Is there no one else? Why did they send you, a sweeper?”
Ning Chen glanced at Li Kui and said indifferently,""Little benefactor, this poor monk is old enough to be your grandfather.”
"This Penniless Monk doesn't mind having a grandson like you. Come, call me grandpa.”
Ning Chen's words caused the entire restaurant to burst into laughter.
The women of the Five Poison Sect laughed the most happily, causing the others to be envious.
Li Kui's rough face immediately darkened.
He wasn't angry. Instead, he laughed sinisterly,""Bald monk from Shaolin Temple, you're the only one who came. If anything happens to you, wouldn't Shaolin Temple, the number one sect in the world, miss the Martial Arts Circle Convention?”
"At that time, all the famous sects in the world will come, except for the Shaolin Temple. I'm afraid the Shaolin Temple will plummet!”
A group of strong men from the Black Tiger Hall sitting at the table beside them laughed out loud.
Ning Chen picked up a piece of beef with his chopsticks and put it into his mouth. He said indifferently,"Brat, you want to use this opportunity to trample on Shaolin Temple's name and boost Black Tiger Hall's prestige? You're not qualified yet.”
Li Kui's eyes turned cold as he shouted angrily,""You're courting death!"
Li Kui raised his arm, which was thicker than Ning Chen's thigh, and smashed it down.
The shiny iron rings on his arms collided with each other, making a "dang" sound.
The power of the punch, coupled with the iron ring on his arm and the Reckless Bull Black Tiger Technique of the Black Tiger Hall, gave off a terrifying force of ten thousand Jin.
At such a close distance, even a Rank-5 expert would not dare to easily receive it.
"Black Tiger Hall bastards, you can't afford to play with them!”
The Gu woman from the Five Poison Sect grabbed her whip and stood up.
However, it was definitely too late for them to help Ning Chen.
Of course, Ning Chen didn't need any help.
Just as everyone in the restaurant thought that Ning Chen was going to be killed by Li Kui's Tiger Iron Fist, the next scene shocked everyone.
As the white airwaves from the fist dissipated, they saw Ning Chen holding a pair of chopsticks and easily blocking Li Kui's iron fist.
Everyone did not know how a pair of fragile chopsticks could withstand an iron fist with a strength of 10,000 pounds!？
Ning Chen used his left hand to block Li Kui's iron fist with his chopsticks, and his right hand continued to pick up the plate of sauce beef that Li Kui had brought. He replied casually,"This Penniless Monk said that you are not qualified. Let the Black Tiger Hall's Hall Master come.”
"Of course, the Black Tiger Hall's Hall Master is not qualified. It's a pity that your Black Tiger Hall doesn't have anyone else.”
"Bastard, what did you say?!"
The other members of the Black Tiger Hall slammed the table and stood up.
Left Emissary Li Kui's eyes were bloodshot as he threw another punch towards Ning Chen.
Ning Chen tapped the tip of his toes and pushed away the table. At the same time, he sat on the long bench and also moved sideways, sliding to the table of the Five Poison Sect women.
Li Kui's menacing fist naturally missed.
"Can I borrow your wine to drink?" Ning Chen asked.
At some point in time, he had also brought over a plate of braised beef from the table.
A beautiful Gu clan girl with a unique charm had a strange light in her eyes as she laughed like a silver bell,"If you're not afraid of dying from the poison and bleeding from your seven orifices, feel free to drink it.”
Ning Chen didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up a jar of strong wine and stepped on the bench. He stretched his neck and raised his head to drink.
Wilful and free!
Unrestrained!
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