Recreating Heaven and Earth

"Everyone, stand back."

Zhang Sanfeng gave a soft shout. Though his voice was not loud, it rang like a great bell, making the eardrums of everyone nearby buzz.

He sat cross-legged behind Yu Daiyan and pressed both palms against his back.

The next moment, before the horrified eyes of the crowd, a faint pearly-white glow actually surfaced over Zhang Sanfeng's palms, with black and white energies swirling within.

It was an incomparably pure spiritual power, far beyond ordinary martial arts. Like two vibrant wandering dragons, it poured into Yu Daiyan's body through his back.

"Crack! Crack!"

A series of bone-setting sounds, enough to make one's teeth ache, rang out.

In the eyes of a cultivator, the force of the so-called Great Vajra Finger was merely a chaotic, destructive mass of metal-aspected inner energy.

"Yin and yang harmonize; all laws return to one. Break!"

Zhang Sanfeng softly uttered the true words.

His fingertips lightly tapped several major acupoints around Yu Daiyan's body.

The insidious force lodged deep within Yu Daiyan's bones rapidly melted away like snow under the blazing sun.

It was then transformed into the purest vitality and fed back into Yu Daiyan's damaged meridians.

Yu Daiyan, who originally would have needed at least several months to barely awaken, stirred under Zhang Sanfeng's almost heaven-defying methods. After only half an hour, his fingers twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Master... Master?"

Yu Daiyan's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

He clearly remembered that every bone and tendon in his body had been shattered, the pain piercing deep into his marrow.

Yet now, not only had the agony completely vanished, he could even feel a warm current slowly flowing through his body, leaving him more invigorated than before his injury.

"It is good that you are awake."

Zhang Sanfeng withdrew his hands, a trace of gratified smile appearing on his face. "Daiyan, rest and recuperate in peace. Your master will see justice done for you."

"Th... Is this an Immortal miracle?!"

Song Yuanqiao had followed his master here and had already been greatly shocked by his master's ability to carry people along.

Now, seeing this scene, his jaw nearly dropped to the ground.

This was no longer medical skill—it was clearly Immortal art!

Zhang Cuishan was even more dumbfounded, forgetting to cry altogether.

At that moment, he only felt that his master's figure had become incomparably tall, like a deity descending into the world.

"Master, Third Brother, he..." Zhang Cuishan asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of hope.

"His life is no longer in danger. He only needs to be gradually nourished and restored, and he may even advance further afterward."

Zhang Sanfeng stood with his hands behind his back, gazing toward distant Mount Song. His tone was calm, yet it carried an authority that looked down upon the world, along with a chilling coldness. "As for the one who injured him..."

As he spoke, his sleeves stirred despite the absence of wind, and an invisible killing intent enveloped the entire area.

"In all the land, only the Shaolin lineage could use the Great Vajra Finger to commit such an act. Yuanqiao, take my letter and leave immediately for Shaolin Temple on Mount Song. I want Abbot Kongwen to give me an explanation! If Shaolin refuses to hand over the culprit, this Daoist does not mind personally flattening Mount Shaoshi and cleaning house!"

"Yes! This disciple obeys!"

Song Yuanqiao bowed to accept the order and took the letter, his reverence for his master reaching unprecedented heights.

He vaguely felt that from this day onward, the entire landscape of the Wudang Sect—and even the martial world as a whole—would be completely rewritten by his master's transformation.

Zhang Sanfeng nodded, then turned toward Zhang Cuishan, his gaze softening somewhat.

"Cuishan, although your Third Brother's injuries have stabilized, he has not fully recovered. Let us return to the mountain first. Tomorrow's birthday banquet will proceed as planned."

Naturally, he could not, as in the original story, watch his own disciple commit suicide merely to appease public outrage.

Looking at the overall situation, the conflicts of the martial world had all been orchestrated by the Yuan Dynasty court from behind the scenes—especially the Ruyang Prince's Residence!

"It is time to change this world..."

With this century-old Foundation Establishment body, he would recreate heaven and earth!

As soon as the thought arose, he felt the heavens broad and the earth vast!

Before, human strength had its limits; though he had the will, he lacked the power!

But things were different now!

With a sweep of Zhang Sanfeng's sleeve, a gentle yet irresistible spiritual force rose from thin air, steadily lifting Yu Daiyan, Zhang Cuishan, and Song Yuanqiao.

"Return to the mountain!"

At his soft shout, clouds and mist churned beneath their feet, transforming directly into a visible wave of azure energy that carried them into the air in an instant and sped toward Wudang Golden Summit.

Song Yuanqiao and Zhang Cuishan only heard the wind howling past their ears as the scenery on both sides flew backward.

The mountain road that would normally have taken half an hour to climb was crossed in only a few breaths.

When their feet once more touched the bluestone square before Purple Cloud Palace, the three realized that they were already drenched in sweat. Their awe for their master's methods, like those of a landbound Immortal, reached its peak.

"Yuanqiao, depart for Shaolin at once. There is no need to bring anyone else. The letter is here. Remember: neither humble nor overbearing. But if Shaolin's monks dare make trouble for you, show them this sword!"

Zhang Sanfeng casually drew an ordinary-looking wooden sword from his waist and handed it to Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao accepted it with both hands, only to faintly sense a heart-palpitating sharpness emanating from the wooden sword.

"This disciple understands! I will not fail Master's trust!"

Song Yuanqiao solemnly clasped his fists. Not daring to delay in the slightest, he turned and darted down the mountain.

After arranging everything, Zhang Sanfeng did not immediately begin preparing for the next day's birthday banquet. Instead, he instructed Zhang Cuishan to take Yu Daiyan to a quiet chamber in the hall to recuperate.

He himself went to a quiet chamber in the rear mountain.

Zhang Sanfeng sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and opened the chat group within his mind. After considering it for a while, he finally sent a message.

Zhang Sanfeng: @Immortal, Senior, this junior has already broken through to Foundation Establishment. Tomorrow is my hundredth birthday banquet, and I have an immature idea. The Yuan court is now cruel and tyrannical, treating us Han people as four-legged sheep, while all the bloodshed and turmoil in the martial world have been fueled from behind the scenes by the Ruyang Prince's Residence.

This junior dares to ask: if I use my Foundation Establishment cultivation to overthrow the Yuan Dynasty court and end this century of chaos, would it provoke backlash from this world, or cause irreversible consequences for the world?

After sending the message, Zhang Sanfeng folded his hands within his sleeves and waited quietly.

Though he had entered the Immortal path, he knew well that every world had its own course and will.

If he rashly used extraordinary power to interfere with the rise and fall of a mortal dynasty, even a slight misstep could lead to countless lives being lost.