Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 309 Chu Pingsheng: Take this overwhelming wealth

"Master...Master..."

Su Xinghe called twice, but no one answered.

"It's too late. Everything is too late. Master is performing the initiation technique on Master Murong. If brute force is used, both of them will go crazy, their true qi will flow backwards, and they will explode and die."

"Is it?"

Chu Pingsheng motioned for him to step aside, clasped his hands together, and walked forward step by step.

Su Xinghe squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and saw that the energy that was enough to bounce him away actually entered the monk Kongxu's body without any hindrance, until it approached the two people who were in the state of initiation. The monk pulled his hands, and there was a change, and his skin and face were sometimes blue and sometimes red. With the lingering energy, it turned into two phantoms, one black and one white, in front of him, and then merged into the pattern of a yin and yang fish. The energy around Wuyazi and Murong Fu was slowly removed, and the two people separated from the state of facing each other at the Baihui acupoints.

Monk Kongxu actually managed to separate the two people without any harm?
Su Xinghe's heart was shocked.

What kind of martial arts is this? Is it the Star Shift?
But he quickly came to his senses and called out "Master" and came over.

Chu Pingsheng raised his robe sleeves slightly to stop him and said softly, "Senior Wuyazi is concluding his training and regulating his breathing. Don't disturb him."

Murong Fu frowned slightly and opened his eyes first. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the two people standing in front of him. Without waiting to say anything, he suddenly put his hand on his chest and touched it, then turned his hand over and looked at them, left and right, with a confused look on his face, and then panicked.

"Where's my martial arts? Where's my martial arts? Where's my martial arts!"

This is different from what we agreed!
Wuyazi clearly said that he would pass on all his skills to him, so why is his dantian empty and he can't feel any internal energy?

He looked at Wuyazi again and found that the old man was sitting cross-legged on one side to regulate his breathing. In excitement, he was about to grab him by the collar and question him, but Chu Pingsheng pointed at him and he fainted without even making a move to resist.

"Xu..."

At this time Wuyazi let out a long breath, stopped practicing, opened his eyes, and looked at Su Xinghe with a puzzled look on his face.

"Xinghe, why are you doing this?"

"Master, your injury... can be cured."

"My injury... can be cured?"

Wuyazi's face was filled with even more doubts. Back then, he was pushed off a cliff by Ding Chunqiu, breaking his cervical vertebrae. He was almost unconscious below the head, and he was only able to hold on until today thanks to his strong inner strength.

He was extremely conceited throughout his life. Not only was he skilled in martial arts, he was also proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, astrology, medicine, divination, and Qimen Dunjia. Otherwise, he would not have accepted Su Xinghe, a versatile talent, as his disciple. His fifth disciple Xue Muhua even earned the nickname "Divine Doctor Yanwangdi" in the martial arts world.

How could this young monk in his early twenties cure this injury that three generations of monks, including master, disciple, and disciple's grandson, were helpless to treat?

"Xinghe, you are not reluctant to leave your position as your master...are you deliberately trying to trick me with these words?"

He and Su Xinghe both knew that once they performed the initiation method and passed their martial arts to the person who cracked the Zhenlong chess game, his life would be over.

"Master, Master Kongxu injected a special drug into the monkey that also broke its neck. Three months later, the monkey was able to leap and fly on the rockery in my manor. Based on my understanding of Muhua and the puppet, there is no way they could deceive me about this."

"Is there such a thing?"

Even Wuyazi had never heard of a medicine that could repair spinal injuries.

"Moreover..." Su Xinghe glanced at Chu Pingsheng: "Ding Chunqiu has been defeated by Master Kongxu. Master... listen carefully to the noise outside. Does that painful groaning sound familiar?"

Wuyazi listened attentively, and sure enough, he heard someone wailing amid the clapping of hands and the clanging of swords.

This voice...

That’s right, it was that shameless scum who betrayed his teacher and ancestors.

The corners of Wuyazi's mouth kept twitching and his breathing became rapid.

"This traitor!"

He set up the Zhenlong chess game and wanted to pass on his skills to the one who broke the game. What was his purpose? Wasn't it to let the new disciple kill Ding Chunqiu, the traitor, to avenge him?
"how did you do it?"

"His poison has no effect on me."

Chu Pingsheng's casual words made Wuyazi tremble with fear.

He knew very well that with Su Xinghe's skills, it was impossible to separate him and Murong Fu. People with poor skills would be bounced away by the surging true energy before they get three feet away. People with strong skills, even if they could get close to them, would find it difficult to interrupt the initiation without hurting the two.

"What is your purpose in helping me like this?" Chu Pingsheng said, "I have practiced the Xiaoyao Sect's Beiming Divine Art and Lingbo Weibu. Strictly speaking, I can be considered a descendant of the Xiaoyao Sect."

"Oh?"

Wuyazi glanced at Su Xinghe, who nodded.

This answer brought the two people closer together.

"You are... Junior Sister's disciple?"

"I got the scroll she placed in Langhuan Blessed Land, but I am not her disciple."

"I see." Wuyazi hesitated for a moment and said, "Since Ding Chunqiu has already reaped the fruits of his own labor, I, an old man, will try to save him as soon as possible."

After saying this, he glanced at Murong Fu with a complicated expression: "What a pity..."

"Him? He's not a pity."

Chu Pingsheng smiled slightly, took out a palm-length hollow needle from his sleeve, stabbed it hard at the back of Wuyazi's neck, and used his internal force to force his own blood trapped in the needle into the vertebrae.

After a pause, he pulled out the needle with force, and Wuyazi frowned slightly.

Su Xinghe noticed this change, and his deep sunken and cloudy eyes suddenly widened. His master has been paralyzed for more than 30 years and has no feeling below the neck. Not to mention acupuncture, even a cut would not cause him any pain. Just now, when the monk inserted a needle into his master, his master had no reaction. Unexpectedly, after pausing for a moment and pulling out the needle, he actually frowned and showed patience. The effect of the medicine was too fast, too magical, right?
Wuyazi also realized it belatedly and said, "Xinghe, did I just...feel pain and frown?"

Su Xinghe nodded excitedly, turned around suddenly, and knelt down in front of Chu Pingsheng with a plop, kowtowed three times: "Thank you, Master Kongxu, for saving my mentor."

It was not a pleasant feeling to have a seventy-year-old man kowtow to him.

Chu Pingsheng quickly helped the man up: "I saved him for another purpose. First, I need your Xiaoyao Sect ring. Second, you have to promise me something after you recover from your injury."

When Wuyazi heard him asking for the ring of the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, he couldn't help but frown.

"You saved my life, so I should repay you for your kindness. However, this ring was passed down by my master. Whoever wears it will be the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. Therefore, I am sorry that I cannot obey your order."

"Even if I don't take the ring, just because I saved your life, if I have something to ask of you, will Mr. Congbian and his eight disciples refuse?"

Su Xinghe said: "Su Xinghe is willing to repay your kindness with a gift of grass and a ring, and to sacrifice his life for it."

Chu Pingsheng said with his hands behind his back: "So who else is there in the entire Xiaoyao Sect besides you and your disciples? Wu Xingyun from Lingjiu Palace? Princess Li Qiushui of Xixia? Then do you think that if I hold the ring and give orders to the two of them, will they listen to me?"

Wuyazi shook his head slightly.

Indeed, given the current situation of the Xiaoyao Sect, it doesn't make much sense to give the leader's ring to him.

"I said I wanted to borrow the ring just to reveal my identity to Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun, so that they know I am looking for them on your behalf. As for the position of Xiaoyao Sect's leader, to be honest, I don't want it."

Su Xinghe looked at the arrogant monk in front of him, and then thought about how he was chanting "Amitabha" outside, and he felt an uncomfortable sense of disconnection.

"You're going to look for Wu Xingyun and Li Qiushui?" Wuyazi was shocked by his idea. "Why are you looking for them?"

"Wuyazi, you have been injured and paralyzed for the past thirty years, living in seclusion in Tianlongdiya Valley. You know that those two people have been fighting each other because of the grudges they had in the past. Now that you have my healing medicine, your disability will get better day by day. Not to mention that they became what they are today because of you, even if it has nothing to do with you, as the head of Xiaoyao Sect, you should not stay out of it, right?"

Wuyazi's face turned red after hearing what he said.

He didn't expect that a man in his nineties would be taught a lesson by a young monk in his early twenties, but the problem was that what the young monk said was absolutely right, and he was his savior.

Chu Pingsheng continued, "Anyway, I have inherited the Xiaoyao Sect, and I am not your disciple. Besides, my skills are not inferior to yours. If I call Senior Xiaoyaozi 'Master', you should have no objection, right?"

"No, of course not."

Wuyazi was very clear that when others joined Xiaoyao Sect, they were just taking advantage of the sect, but when a brilliant figure like Monk Kongxu joined the sect, it was a blessing for the sect, because he, Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun were all old, and even if they had great skills, they would only live for another ten or twenty years before being buried.

Look at the next generation. Su Xinghe has learned a lot of unconventional talents, but his martial arts skills are very average. Ding Chunqiu is good, but he is a traitor. Not to mention the Eight Friends of Hangu. Only the eldest brother Kang Guangling is acceptable.

Li Qiushui and Wu Xingyun are not as good as him. Saying that Xiaoyao Sect is in a period of transition is just a nice way of saying it.

As the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, Monk Kongxu now regards Xiaoyaozi as his mentor, so why shouldn't he quickly accept this incredible fortune?
Chu Pingsheng said, "Since you have no objection, then shouldn't I, the junior brother, go and get to know the two senior sisters? If you don't give me the headmaster's token, what if they don't believe me and say I'm teasing them and beat me up?"

(End of this chapter)