I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 92: Famous throughout the world, the number one genius in Kyushu!

Recently, the hottest topic in restaurants and teahouses across the Kyushu Continent is the 100th birthday of Master Zhang of Wudang.

Whether it is the rise of geniuses or the battle between earthly immortals, they all attract everyone's attention.

In the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the fragrance fills the building.

A bearded man in tight clothes was describing what happened that day, spitting heavily.

"That day, on Master Zhang's 100th birthday, the three great Shaolin masters Kongwen, Kongxing and Kongzhi showed no respect for martial ethics and tried to kill Gu Changfeng with three against one."

"Who would have thought that Gu Changfeng was a deity from heaven who came down to earth, and in times of crisis he shouted like thunder."

“In an instant, a mighty thunderbolt from the sky descended, knocking the three people backwards, causing them to spit blood. This strike sealed the victory!”

Many diners nearby were stunned and raised questions.

"Stop bragging! You're a god descending to earth, I'll kill you!"

"The three Shaolin monks are all great masters. Gu Changfeng is said to be less than 20 years old. How can he be so strong?"

"Even if you're making up a story, can you make it up more seriously?"

The bearded man spoke up to defend himself.

"My eldest brother's second brother-in-law's master's third cousin was at the scene at the time. How could he have framed you?"

The diner looked disdainful and continued to shake his head.

"No matter how much you talk, I don't believe it."

Many people nearby also agreed, "That's right, you are exaggerating. If Gu Changfeng really broke through to the Grandmaster level at such a young age, then he would be the number one genius in the Jiuzhou Continent!"

The bearded man was questioned by everyone and his face immediately turned red with anxiety.

Suddenly, he saw a middle-aged man drinking alone in the distance and his eyes immediately lit up and he spoke loudly.

"I actually ran into Senior Zhang Jingjiu, the world's number one detective, in Piaoxiang Pavilion."

"You are well-informed. I believe you must know everything about the Wudang Sect. Can you tell us about it so that we can broaden our horizons?"

Many people also looked in the direction of the sound, all with surprised expressions.

"It turns out to be Senior Zhang Jingjiu."

"It is said that Senior Zhang Jingjiu likes Piaoxianglou's Piaoxiang wine the most. Today I see that it is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Zhang Jingjiu was still drunk after hearing this, but he didn't answer. He picked up the empty bottle with one hand and shook it vigorously.

The bearded man immediately understood what he meant and said proudly.

"Waiter, bring two more pots of Piaoxiang wine to Senior Zhang. I'll pay for the wine!"

The waiter put the rag in his hand over his shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay, sir, please wait a moment."

Soon, two pots of fragrant wine were served on the table. Zhang Jingjiu took a sip of the wine with an expression of enjoyment on his face. Seeing that everyone was looking at him eagerly, he immediately smiled.

"What this brother said is pretty much right."

"Wudang Gu Changfeng has indeed broken through to the Grandmaster level, and he really defeated Shaolin Sankong in a one-on-three battle."

"But I don't know whether he is a deity descended to earth or not. I only know that the move he used to draw the thunder from heaven is called the Divine Sword Controlling Thunder Technique!"

As soon as these words were spoken, all the diners in Piaoxiang Tower gasped, with shock on their faces, and then an uproar broke out.

"Is he really a grandmaster who is less than 20 years old? Oh my God!"

"The Secret of Divine Sword and Lightning Control? What a domineering name!"

"With such talent, he is fully worthy of the title of the number one prodigy in Kyushu!"

No one had any doubt about Zhang's toast.

As the other party is the person from the number one village in the world and an official figure of the Ming Dynasty, he would never spread rumors.

In the private room on the second floor of Piaoxiang Tower, the two sat opposite each other.

One of them had his beard and eyebrows trimmed neatly.

The other person was dressed in white, had a dignified appearance, and was full of a calm temperament, but unfortunately his eyes were dull, as if he was blind.

If there were outsiders here, they would definitely be able to recognize the two of them.

The former is the famous Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, and the latter is Hua Manlou, the seventh son of the Jiangnan Hua family, who is wealthy enough to rival a country.

Listening to the noise outside, Hua Manlou took a sip of tea and sighed.

"I really didn't expect that this time, the Wudang incident with Shaolin came with such a strong momentum, but in the end it ended up like this."

"Zhang Zhenren is still strong despite his age. When he first entered the land of immortals, he was able to fight against the old masters of Shaolin."

"The younger generation, with Gu Changfeng rising with unstoppable momentum, has a promising future for the Wudang sect."

Lu Xiaofeng frowned and said something suggestive.

"It may seem ordinary that Wudang has been promoted to a top-notch sect, but it actually has far-reaching implications. It is because it is too close to our Ming Dynasty."

As a good friend of Lu Xiaofeng, Hua Manlou immediately understood the meaning of his words.

"You mean, our Divine Marquis is going to have his old illness again?"

Lu Xiaofeng sighed and continued.

"As a prince of the Ming Dynasty, how could he tolerate the rise of a new super-first-class sect next to him?"

"This Divine Marquis is indeed a man of extraordinary talent. He is truly a legend as he is able to sit in a position above everyone else despite being born out of wedlock."

"But I met him once, and I always felt that he was unfathomable and not as righteous as he appeared to be."

"And I find many aspects of this intervention in the Great Sui territory quite suspicious."

Hua Manlou was silent for a moment before speaking again.

"Whether it's Shen Hou or Gu Changfeng, they actually have little to do with the two of us."

"What I am most concerned about now is the duel between Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue."

Lu Xiaofeng felt a headache when he heard this.

"I don't know what these two are thinking. They are both at the peak of the Heaven and Man Unity Realm, but they are still fighting for some false reputation."

“They are all my friends. I really don’t know what to do.”

Deep in the Shaolin Temple, countless Shaolin disciples sat cross-legged in front of the ancient Buddhist hall, and the sound of chanting scriptures rose one after another.

The plaque in front of the temple was inscribed with the words "angry eyes". Suddenly, a young monk who looked only eight or nine years old came from a distance.

The little monk has red lips, white teeth and a pair of bright eyes, and looks very spiritual.

But the strange thing was that those Shaolin disciples who were sitting cross-legged and chanting scriptures seemed not to see him at all, and allowed him to walk into the Buddhist hall step by step without any obstruction.

As the little monk entered the Buddhist hall, what he saw was a huge, angry-looking Vajra Buddha statue with three heads and six arms, standing there with a ferocious and ferocious look.

But the little monk didn't even look at it and continued to go deeper.

tread!tread!tread!
The sound of crisp footsteps was heard, and Numu, who was meditating deep in the Buddhist hall, suddenly opened his eyes.

When he saw the little monk, a look of respect appeared on his face and he stood up and bowed.

"I have seen the Bodhisattva of Wide Eyes with anger."

The little monk waved his hand, motioning for Angerer to sit down, then looked at his half-remaining right arm, stretched out his right hand, and pressed lightly.

Hu~hu~hu~
The extremely powerful true energy condensed and transformed into dazzling golden light, which completely enveloped the angry eyes and broken arms.

He glared angrily and groaned, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He seemed to be in great pain, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

Countless flesh, blood, meridians and bones began to grow rapidly at the broken arm, and soon a brand new arm was formed!

He shook his newly grown arms slightly, a look of joy appeared on his angry face, and he saluted the little monk again.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva, for your help. Otherwise, it would take me at least three to five years to recover on my own."

The little monk asked with a blank expression.

"What on earth is going on? You have been promoted to Earthly Immortal for a whole hundred years, and even cultivated the wrathful Vajra Dharma form. How can a mere Zhang Sanfeng make you so embarrassed?"

The voice was old and hoarse, forming a sharp contrast with the young monk's childish face.

There was no surprise on his angry face, obviously he was used to it. At this moment, emotions such as guilt and unwillingness flashed across his face.

"Bodhisattva, although Zhang Sanfeng has just entered the Earthly Immortal Realm, his strength is extraordinary, especially his Tai Chi, which combines offense and defense, and is extremely powerful!"

"I am indeed no match for him."

The little monk frowned and spoke with some dissatisfaction.

"Now this matter has caused a stir in the martial arts world. Everyone says that Wudang has Zhang Sanfeng in the old generation and Gu Changfeng in the young generation, so the future is promising."

"You and Sankong have become a laughing stock now."

"My Shaolin heritage has been around for so many years, when have I ever suffered such a loss? When have I ever lost face like this?"

"Even those lowly ants dare to laugh at people from Shaolin!"

"As a result, the overall luck of our Shaolin has declined, and several brothers are very dissatisfied."

Cold sweat immediately broke out on his angry forehead, and he spoke in a slightly panicked tone.

"Buddha, I failed to do my job well this time."

"Please give me another chance, I will definitely get back the face for Shaolin!"

The little monk nodded, said a few words and turned away.

"Then it depends on your performance. I want a result within half a year."

He glared and lowered his head, but was still respectful.

"I obey your command! Farewell, Bodhisattva!"

But there was immense hatred in his eyes, and he was roaring in his heart.

"Zhang Sanfeng, Gu Changfeng, wait for me, I will take revenge for this!"

In the territory of the Great Sui Dynasty, in the Yingui Sect, inside a side room.

Wanwan, dressed in white and barefoot, was drawing her eyebrows in front of a bronze mirror.

The maid behind him was talking about the major events that had happened in the martial arts world recently, and when she heard about Gu Changfeng's deeds.

Wanwan paused slightly, and an extremely discordant eyebrow line appeared on her willow-like eyebrows.

But Wanwan seemed unaware at this moment, with an expression of disbelief on her delicate face.

"Are you talking about Wudang Gu Changfeng? The Grandmaster? He defeated Shaolin Sankong by himself against three of them?"

The maid nodded repeatedly and talked to herself.

"Yes, Miss. I heard that this young master Gu Changfeng is only less than 20 years old now. He is handsome and has a good appearance. He is known as the number one genius in Jiuzhou."

"Not only is his master the mighty Zhang Zhenren, but his own strength is also far beyond his peers. Many chivalrous women in the martial arts world are very interested in him."

"It would be great if I could meet this young master Gu."

Listening to the maid's chattering, Wanwan's mind flashed back to the scene of her meeting with Gu Changfeng.

At that time, the strength displayed by the opponent was still at the Grandmaster level, but it was also very strong.

The shadow assassin couldn't even withstand a single blow from Gu Changfeng.

She was also deeply impressed by the magical ability to control plants and the powerful healing power.

'I never thought that the man I met by chance has grown to such a level and is now world-famous.'

"Recently, the evil king Shi Zhixuan has been very ambitious and has been making constant moves. Master was also injured by the evil king some time ago. Our Yin Gui sect is in a difficult situation."

'Perhaps the group from the Demon Tomb can ask him for help?'

Wanwan couldn't help but think in her heart.

At this moment, the maid was heard speaking again.

"It is said that the Saint Lady Shi Feixuan of Cihang Jingzhai is also in Wudang now. She goes to Gu Changfeng to discuss the Dao whenever she has time."

"Tsk~ What Saint? From my perspective, Shi Feixuan is very scheming and is planning to take over Young Master Gu!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Wanwan's eyebrows suddenly raised, and she felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in her heart.

"Master Feixuan is also in Wudang?"

"No, Liu'er, send someone to help me deliver the letter to Wudang!"

After saying that, Wanwan grabbed the rice paper next to her and began to write quickly.

(End of this chapter)