Wuxia 7

Song Qinghua clutched the box containing the Black Jade Ointment to his chest and glanced at his older brother beside him.

The reason things had gone so smoothly was entirely thanks to this brother of his.

This was a ruthless man who had wiped out the entire Diamond Sect with a mere wave of his hand.

Thinking of those dead men who looked as if they were merely sleeping, their expressions peaceful, Song Qinghua shivered.

Such methods...

They were impossible to guard against!

It was fortunate that this was his own brother, not an enemy.

"What's wrong?" Liu Zhong tilted his head and asked his foolish younger brother.

"Nothing." Song Qinghua shook his head vigorously.

This was his own brother; he wouldn't hurt him.

Having convinced himself, Song Qinghua returned to his usual state of mind.

He asked, "Brother, are we heading back to Wudang Mountain?"

Liu Zhong: "No, we haven't found the martial arts manuals yet. We haven't learned any advanced martial arts, so we aren't going back."

"Then how are we going to get the Black Jade Ointment back to Wudang? Third Uncle is still waiting for it."

Liu Zhong: "We'll find a reputable escort agency and have them deliver the Black Jade Ointment to Wudang. We aren't short on money right now, anyway."

They had made off with quite a bit of gold and silver from the Diamond Sect.

Song Qinghua nodded repeatedly; this was a good plan.

As long as they didn't say anything, the people at the escort agency wouldn't know what they were delivering, assuming it was just ordinary letters or cargo.

The two left the city where the Diamond Sect was located early the next morning, missing the sight of the ordinary townspeople joyfully setting off firecrackers in celebration.

Everyone was happy about the destruction of the Diamond Sect.

The two arrived at the next city and found a highly reputable escort agency.

They handed the Black Jade Ointment and a letter to the agency staff, instructing them to deliver it to the people of Wudang.

The box containing the Black Jade Ointment was light, leading people to believe it didn't contain anything particularly valuable.

Thus, the Black Jade Ointment was successfully delivered back to Wudang Mountain.

When the members of Wudang learned that the letter was from Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua, they treated it with great importance, gathering together to watch Song Yuanqiao open the package.

As soon as the package was opened, a letter appeared before everyone's eyes.

Song Yuanqiao pulled out the letter, and upon seeing the contents, his eyes widened abruptly.

"Big Brother, what is it? Did something happen to Qingshu and Qinghua?" Zhang Songxi asked urgently.

"No, they are fine. It's Third Brother—Third Brother can be saved," Song Yuanqiao said, his voice trembling.

"What?" The others exclaimed in shock.

Song Yuanqiao handed the letter to Zhang Songxi, and after reading it, Zhang Songxi passed it to Yu Lianzhou...

The others reacted just as Song Yuanqiao had after reading the letter.

"So it was the Diamond Sect all along?" Zhang Songxi said. "We wronged Shaolin Temple."

"The Diamond Sect has defected to the imperial court," Yu Lianzhou said. "We must inform the people at Shaolin Temple about this."

Song Yuanqiao nodded: "I will write a letter right now and have a disciple deliver it to Shaolin Temple."

Zhang Songxi said: "I will go find Master."

Yu Lianzhou: "I will go catch two wild rabbits to test the efficacy of the Black Jade Ointment."

The three of them immediately split up to take action.

Although Zhang Sanfeng spent most of his energy on Zhang Wuji, he still cared deeply for his other disciples.

Hearing that Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua had sent back the Black Jade Ointment, Zhang Sanfeng was both happy and sighing.

"These are two good children."

Zhang Songxi and Yu Lianzhou nodded in agreement.

Zhang Sanfeng added: "Let Liting and Shenggu come back. The two boys have their own ideas; there is no need to go looking for them. They will return naturally when they want to."

Song Yuanqiao agreed.

The effects of the Black Jade Ointment were astonishing; the broken legs of the two wild rabbits recovered as if they had never been injured.

The members of Wudang were overjoyed and began treating Yu Daiyan's broken legs.

Yu Daiyan's despair was replaced by hope, and as he recalled the two youths coming to see him before they left, a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

They were two clever, insightful, and good children!

Three months later, Yu Daiyan was able to walk on the ground with the help of crutches.

Half a year later, Yu Daiyan began to slowly practice martial arts.

One year later, the martial arts of Yu Daiyan had recovered by thirty percent.

Five years later, the martial arts of Yu Daiyan had fully recovered, and his internal energy remained the highest among all his fellow disciples.

During those days when he lay in bed unable to do anything, he could only cultivate his internal energy to pass the time.

Consequently, his internal energy became the highest among the second generation of Wudang.

Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua still had not returned to Wudang. During this period, they only sent another letter to Wudang, stating that they had found the ruins of a certain sect and discovered peerless martial arts manuals there. They intended to cultivate at that location and would return to Wudang only after mastering them.

Regarding this, Song Yuanqiao flew into another rage.

However, the two did not leave the address of the ruins, and Song Yuanqiao had no idea where to go to drag them back, leaving him only able to vent his fury in vain.

His junior brothers comforted Song Yuanqiao, saying that as long as the two children were safe, it was fine, and that they had their own sense of discretion.

"Sense of discretion," my foot.

They were the third generation of Wudang and were meant to inherit the Wudang Sect in the future; how could Song Yuanqiao not be angry that they had defected to another sect?

Zhang Sanfeng smiled benevolently: "It does not matter. Our Wudang is inclusive and broad-minded. Even if they have learned the martial arts of another sect, they are still people of the Wudang Sect."

Mo Shenggu laughed: "And there is still Wuji."

Upon hearing the name of Zhang Wuji, the smiles of everyone faded.

Zhang Songxi said: "The medical skills of doctor Hu Qingniu are peerless; he will certainly be able to cure Wuji."

The others all nodded, trying to give themselves confidence.

Back to Liu Zhong and Song Qinghua.

After the two entrusted the Black Jade Ointment to a security firm, they headed all the way toward Tianshan Mountain with a clear goal in mind.

Liu Zhong hoodwinked Song Qinghua, claiming that some reclusive sects liked to establish their bases deep within famous mountains.

For instance, the once prominent Chongyang Palace had its ruins located on Zhongnan Mountain.

"I estimate that within great mountains like Tianshan Mountain or Kunlun Mountain, there must be ruins of reclusive sects. It is just that Kunlun Mountain has the Kunlun Sect and the influence of the Ming Cult; even if there were ruins, they would have already been discovered. Tianshan Mountain, on the other hand, seems to have no major powers. It is quite possible that a reclusive sect resides within."

Song Qinghua was completely taken in by Liu Zhong: "Then let us go to Tianshan Mountain."

Tianshan Mountain was magnificent; standing at the foot of the mountain range, one could only feel their own insignificance.

Unlike the beautiful and graceful scenery of Wudang Mountain, Tianshan Mountain was covered in snow. The snow-capped peaks and icy summits reflected the sunlight in a spectrum of seven colors, looking like crystal—magnificent and incomparable.

Song Qinghua watched with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time.

He felt fortunate that he had followed Liu Zhong out, as only then could he see such a unique and extraordinary sight.

During these days, he had seen "the lone smoke of the desert rising straight, the long river reflecting the round setting sun"; he had seen "the desert sand like snow, the Yanshan moon like a hook"; he had seen "the lonely city white upon the grass, the sand turning the desert yellow"...

Song Qinghua's state of mind underwent a slight change, as if he had jumped out of a tiny pond and seen a much broader world.

"So beautiful!" Song Qinghua said. "With such beautiful scenery, could there be immortals living here?"

Liu Zhong smiled: "Perhaps."

To ordinary people, could Xiaoyaozi be considered an immortal?