"You want to cross hands with the Taiji Gate?"
Zhu Wu sucked in a sharp breath, his expression tightening and his eyes widening.
"That's the Taiji Gate. Not the Eagle Claw Sect or the Yanqing Sect."
Lian Youming scoffed dismissively. "So what? The Taiji Gate is exactly who I'm going after."
Zhu Wu was speechless for a moment.
Since the Three Great Neijiaquan had risen to fame, nearly a hundred years had passed without anyone in the martial arts world daring to cross hands with the Taiji Gate.
It wasn't that no one could, but that no one dared.
Taiji, Xingyi, Bagua-the Taiji Gate was the undisputed leader of Neijiaquan. Every generation produced gifted practitioners and countless experts, including no shortage of undefeated fighters. Its foundations were also the deepest in the entire martial arts world.
The Xingyi Sect might have produced a Xue Hen, but he was at least a Xingyi disciple. Lian Youming was an outsider through and through.
If he went to their door to challenge them, countless casualties were all but guaranteed.
"You need to think this through. Once you send that challenge, the Northern and Southern Martial Arts World is bound to be thrown into turmoil. And Gu Chan isn't all the Taiji Gate has. Most of their true disciples live in seclusion. Nobody knows what sort of experts are hidden inside their gates. Besides, the Yang family has deep ties to Chen Family Fist and the Wudang Sect... Pull one thread, and the whole web moves."
Lian Youming nodded slightly. "Of course I've thought about all that."
This idea was by no means an impulsive one. He wanted to eliminate future worries, and also to set his mind at ease.
Xu Tian had already suggested it back in Cangzhou, but Lian Youming had felt