The disciples of Sanqing Mountain shouted one after another, "Martial Uncle-Grandmaster!"
Everyone stepped aside and made way for him.
The rugged Daoist leaped onto the arena platform.
Li Taixu looked at the weapon in his hand and immediately shouted, "Nonsense!"
This man was none other than his junior apprentice brother, Li Chong.
His junior apprentice brother had entered the Daoist sect halfway through his life. At the age of twenty-two, he had been accepted as a disciple by his master, True Person Ziyin.
Although he had entered the mountain gate relatively late, he had been born into the Li Family of Xing Yi Quan and had practiced martial arts since childhood, honing an impressive set of Martial Arts.
The reason he had joined the Daoist sect was simply that he had been too vicious in his youth and had nearly ended up eating a bullet.
If not for his parents having some connections back then and entrusting someone to get him out, the grass on his grave would probably have been five zhang tall by now.
After that, Li Chong's parents sent him to Sanqing Mountain, where he became a disciple of True Person Ziyin.
For the first few years, he had indeed become much more disciplined. He followed his master in cultivating his character and calming his mind, and even read several volumes of the Daoist Canon. But his innate fondness for martial arts was ultimately difficult to change.
His master believed in following the natural course of Daoist principles. Seeing him like this, he let him be and would even occasionally offer him some pointers.
When Li Chong had first studied Xing Yi, he had known only how to be fierce and forceful. Excessive force was easily broken, and he had failed to grasp the essence of Xing