Heavenly Realm.
WuTang Sect.
In the sky above Wudang Mountain.
"Are you asking me to be Zhang Sanfeng's ascension tribulation?”
Ye Hao's figure was hidden in the void, checking the way to receive the special reward.
The system would use ascension as an exchange. If Zhang Sanfeng passed the ascension tribulation, the system would send Zhang Sanfeng into a higher level world.
If Zhang Sanfeng failed to transcend the tribulation, he would need to work for him.
Moreover, the more he beat Zhang Sanfeng up, the more opportunities Zhang Sanfeng could obtain.
"System, begin!"
Ye Hao looked at the atmosphere below and said lightly.
Today was really a good day. It just so happened to be Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday.
He would definitely give Zhang Sanfeng a hard time later!
He would let Zhang Sanfeng obtain a top-notch opportunity!
He would treat it as a gift to his future worker for his hundredth birthday!
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"Zhang Cuishan, since you know the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun, why did you hide it? Are you colluding with the Demonic Sect?”
"Our Kongtong Sect's ultimate technique was taken away by the Golden Fur Lion King, Xie Xun. He even killed many disciples of our Kongtong Sect. Zhang Cuishan, don't you think you should give us an explanation?”
"Perfected Zhang, today is your hundredth birthday. We didn't want to cause trouble, but your disciple actually hid the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun for the Dragon Slaying Saber.”
"Perfected Zhang, I think your disciple is relying on your strength and thinks that you can protect him. However, we have so many people. Can you fight against a hundred or a thousand alone?”
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Many martial arts sects led by Shaolin Temple, Emei, Kongtong, Kunlun, and Huashan ascended Mount Wudang today.
They planned to go up the mountain together to force Zhang Cuishan and the Wudang Sect to reveal the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun on Zhang Sanfeng's 100th birthday.
The Dragon Slaying Saber commanded the world. If he relied on the heavens, no one would be able to compete with him.
At the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, Guo Jing and his wife forged two divine weapons before Xiangyang City was breached. They contained great opportunities.
It was rumored that one could become a Martial Arts Supreme if they obtained the Dragon Slaying Saber.
One could imagine how attractive the Dragon Slaying Saber was.
Zhang Sanfeng, who was wearing a Yin Yang Taiji robe, had a white beard and a thin face. He sat quietly with an indifferent expression.
He was already a hundred years old and had seen all sorts of big scenes.
Today, it was a competition of heartbeats.
Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and other sects seemed to be fiercer than the previous one, but not many dared to make a move.
There was only one Dragon Slaying Saber. Even if they fought with the Wudang Sect, there would only be one person who could obtain the Dragon Slaying Saber.
The others wouldn't be so stupid.
It was a pity that Zhang Sanfeng had chosen Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and the other sects for their perverted looks but neglected his own disciple, Zhang Cuishan.
Zhang Cuishan, who had lived on a deserted island for ten years and had no contact with the outside world, had become simple-minded and even pedantic.
"Perhaps today's situation can only be resolved if I die.”
Zhang Cuishan looked at his master, looked at his fellow disciples who were filled with righteous indignation, and looked at the greedy and restless martial artists. He had already made up his mind.?
In such a tense situation, it was possible that swords and sabers would clash in the next moment.
He would never betray his adopted brother, Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun.
He did not want his master to fight against many martial artists for him when he was over a hundred years old.
Once they fought, regardless of whether WuTang Sect won or lost, they would suffer heavy casualties.
He did not want to implicate his master and his fellow disciples because of him.
"As long as I, the person who knows the whereabouts of my adopted brother, dies, everything will be settled.”
After making up his mind, Zhang Cuishan suddenly walked up to Zhang Sanfeng and knelt down.
"Master, I have something to say."
"If there's anything you need at Cui Mountain, just say it.”
Zhang Sanfeng's expression was calm. He was not affected by the martial artists in the pugilistic world at all.?
Even if Zhang Cuishan announced in public that the Dragon Slaying Saber was his, he could still take it.
Even if they really fought, he was not afraid at all.
Did these people think that he could not fight just because he was a hundred years old?
Big mistake, big mistake!
"Didn't everyone want an explanation? Then I'll give everyone an explanation."
? Zhang Cuishan stood up and sized up the martial artists from Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and the other sects with a mocking gaze.?
"Master, brothers, farewell!”
Zhang Cuishan turned his head and looked in the direction of the people from Wudang Mountain. There was a deep sense of nostalgia in his eyes.
He knew that he had to act quickly. Otherwise, his master would definitely stop him.
As long as he severed his own meridians, everything would be set in stone, and today's matter would come to an end.
"Sword!"
Just as Zhang Cuisan was about to sever his own meridians and the martial artists and Wudang Sect disciples were waiting for Zhang Cuisan's explanation, Zhang Sanfeng, who had been calm all this while, suddenly stood up and shouted.?
"Sou ~"
In the Wudang Hall, the True Martial Sword that had been worshipped all this time flew into Zhang Sanfeng's hand. Zhang Sanfeng's robe fluttered without wind, and a powerful aura was emitted from his body.
Connate perfection!
This was Zhang Sanfeng's realm, and it was also the highest limit that the Heavenly World could reach.
For the past few decades, no matter how Zhang Sanfeng refined the Genuine Qi in his body and accumulated his Internal Strength, his realm could not be improved.
Therefore, he had been absorbing the essence of Daoist scriptures all these years to complete his Pure Yang Limitless Technique. He wanted to walk a path similar to immortal cultivation and attempt to break through the shackles of heaven and earth.
Perhaps he could create a new cultivation system and combine the power of the two systems to break through to a higher realm.
"Ascension Tribulation!"
However, just now, a mysterious voice sounded in his ear.
There would soon be an ascension tribulation to test him.
As long as he passed the ascension tribulation, he could ascend to a higher level world.
If he failed to transcend the tribulation, he would also have to work for a person called Mr. Ye.
If Mr. Ye ordered him to kill the innocent and commit crimes, he could refuse.
Of course, he could also reject the ascension tribulation test.
Zhang Sanfeng agreed without hesitation.
"Teng ~","Teng ~","Teng ~"…
When the martial artists from Shaolin Temple, Emei Temple, Huashan Temple, and other sects saw Zhang Sanfeng suddenly release a terrifying aura, they retreated quickly. They looked panicked, and some of them even had their hands trembling.?
F * ck your mother!
Didn't we agree before?
They would just force the situation. If the WuTang Sect was too unyielding, they would think of other ways.
Moreover, didn't someone say that Zhang Sanfeng couldn't make it?
Since ancient times, the number of martial artists who had lived to a hundred years old could be counted on one hand.
Zhang Sanfeng was so old that he might not even be able to lift his sword.
Which idiot spread the rumor?
Go up and f * ck Zhang Sanfeng!
The sword was directly sucked over by this f * cking distance of a few hundred feet.
How terrifying was this internal strength!
"Swoosh!" "Swoosh!" Swoosh!
When Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, and the other Wudang Sect disciples saw this, they drew their swords one after another, and their eyes turned cold.
It seemed like they were going to have a fight today!
To the Wudang Seven Heroes, Zhang Sanfeng was not just a master. He was like their father. In their hearts, he had an irreplaceable position.
Today was their master's 100th birthday. In addition, Zhang Cuishan, who had been missing for many years, and their fifth brother had returned to Wudang a few days ago. These things were even more joyous.
The Wudang Sect should have been happy and had a good time to make their master happy.
In the end, Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and the other sects actually forced the WuTang Sect and threatened their fifth brother on their master's birthday for the Dragon Slaying Saber.
It made what should have been a joyous day become a day of swords drawn, a day of schemes and treachery.
If Shaolin, Emei, and Huashan had come after Zhang Sanfeng's birthday and interrogated them about the whereabouts of Golden Fur Lion King Xie Xun, they would not have been so angry.
Even if Shaolin, Emei, and Huashan could not wait any longer, they could still choose to do it before the birthday celebration.
However, they had chosen today.
"Gulp ~"
The martial artists from Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and many other sects retreated once again. Some of them could not help but gulp, and there was a hint of panic on their faces.?
If a fight broke out, not even half of the people who went up the mountain today would be able to return.
This was completely different from the script.
Zhang Sanfeng, you're already a hundred years old. Why are you still so murderous?
Can't you see that we're all waiting to hear Zhang Cuishan's side of the story?
As long as Zhang Cuishan's words could give both sides a way out, today's matter might end here.
However, you pulled out your sword and wanted to fight!
He didn't even consider our feelings!
Didn't the righteous sects just say it, but they basically didn't do anything if they could?
"Get out of the way, I'm going to transcend the tribulation!”
Zhang Sanfeng roared. The aura on his body became more and more terrifying, and the essence, qi, and spirit in his body were condensed to the extreme.
Because the moment he agreed to the mysterious voice's condition, he felt an opportunity lock onto him.
Zhang Cuishan, Song Yuanqiao, and the other Wudang Sect disciples: “？？？”。
Disciples of Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and other sects: “？？？”。
Could it be that Zhang Sanfeng had gone mad from anger?
Tribulation?
Do you think you are an immortal cultivator?
"Boom ~"
In the next moment, thunder rumbled in the clear sky. A purple lightning bolt exploded, dyeing the entire WuTang Sect purple.
"Buzz ~"
Then, dark clouds gathered and covered the sky. In a breath's time, the entire 500-kilometer radius of the WuTang Sect was covered in a thick layer of dark clouds. It was impossible to see one's fingers when one stretched out their hands.
In the dark clouds, streaks of purple lightning kept shuttling back and forth like purple flood dragons, ferocious and domineering.
A stifling and oppressive aura that was like the might of the heavens pervaded the world.
Zhang Cuishan, Song Yuanqiao, and the other Wudang Sect disciples: “······”。
Disciples of Shaolin, Emei, Huashan, and other sects: “······”。
You can't play like this!
Everyone was a martial artist!
Wasn't shattering the void, ascending, and becoming an immortal all just bragging?
Zhang Sanfeng, how can you take it seriously?
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