Just as Ling Yi had guessed, Zhao Min had already begun making preparations after learning of Ling Yi's purpose.
I hope you won't let me down.
Since her last conversation with Ling Yi, Zhao Min's thoughts have undergone a significant change.
The thoughts of the ancients were like a Sealing Pandora's Demonic Box; once opened, they would either unleash the devil or the holy spirit.
Zhao Min's ambition, or rather, her aspirations, which were instilled in her by Ling Yi, had become unstoppable.
If before she only had her eyes on the Jianghu, now her heart is filled with the world.
Zhao Min didn't dare to hope that she could become a second Wu Zetian, but she truly longed for the unification of the world, even if someone else, not her, ultimately ascended to the throne.
However, Zhao Min didn't quite understand the trouble Ling Yi had caused in the Jianghu, and she didn't know what Ling Yi's next plan was.
It doesn't matter if you don't understand; Zhao Min knows that all she needs to do is cooperate with Ling Yi.
Moreover, Zhao Min also realized something... Martial arts can Divine Communion.
"Sigh, if only Ling Yi could truly be of use to me." Zhao Min shook her head and smiled bitterly.
At this moment, Ah Da Ah Er entered and bowed to Zhao Min, saying, "Princess, Miejue and her disciple Zhou Zhiruo have appeared outside the manor, wishing to see you."
" Miejue? The Abbess Miejue of the Emei Sect? What is she doing here?" Zhao Min, somewhat surprised.
" Ling Yi appeared in Rushui Town earlier and met with Miejue."
"Oh, what did they say to each other? Tell me everything exactly as it was said."
Ah Da Ah Er were clumsy with words; it took them a long time to explain the general meaning, but six out of ten sentences were distorted.
But they knew one thing: Ling Yi praised the young princess highly, and in Ling Yi's eyes, that little girl named Zhou Zhiruo was no match for the young princess at all.
"Go out and tell Miejue that I've been mentally and physically exhausted lately and am unable to receive guests. Remember to be polite to them. Also, tell that little girl one thing: 'A king does not meet a king.'"
After listening to their reports, Zhao Min thought for a moment and decided not to meet with Miejue and her disciple.
Although Zhou Zhiruo was belittled by Ling Yi, Zhao Min knew very well that it was because Ling Yi had too high a standard, not that Zhou Zhiruo was really incompetent.
Otherwise, Ling Yi wouldn't have wasted so much time talking to Zhou Zhiruo.
Ah Da and Ah Er left, and Zhao Min couldn't help but laugh.
Are you using Ah Da Ah Er to warn me?
Outside the Green Willow Manor, Ah Da Ah Er greeted Miejue with Miejue hands before saying, "Master, the Princess has been overworked lately and has fallen ill these past few days. It is truly inconvenient for her to receive guests. Please forgive her."
Miejue was somewhat angry. It was clear that they didn't want to see her, but she couldn't just barge in and slaughter them all, could she?
But a fire was burning inside him with nowhere to vent it.
" Zhiruo, it seems they look down on us, master and disciple."
Ah Da was somewhat displeased by Miejue's Miejue Yin and Yang, but remembering Zhao Min's instructions, he took a deep breath, clasped his hands in Fist Dao, "The princess asked me to pass a message to Miss Zhiruo: 'A king does not meet a king.' Goodbye, and I will not see you off."
Zhou Zhiruo trembled, stunned for a long while, before giving a bitter smile and saying, "In the end, we've fallen short. The Final Master, let's go. We shouldn't have come this time."
Miejue took Zhou Zhiruo back to Rushui Town, found an inn to stay in, and planned to make further plans after the Jianghu gathering on the fifteenth of August.
After all, the journey is long, and it would take a month to go back and forth. There is really no need to waste time on the road. We just need to send someone to Emei to let the Emei disciples receive the message and set off to meet them in Rushui Town.
Ling Yi, on the other hand, moved much faster. The four of them bought eight fine horses and galloped towards Mount Wudang.
On the morning of the eighth day, the group finally arrived at the Wudang Sect.
Seeing the familiar mountain gate, Zhang Cuishan felt a surge of emotions, like a traveler returning home.
Yin Susu was a little nervous. She didn't know how Zhang Sanfeng and the people of the Wudang Sect viewed her. After all, she had a bad reputation and had done too many evil things, even wiping out entire families several times.
Wudang Sect has always been known for its chivalrous and righteous spirit, so it's likely they don't like her much.
Adding to the Yu Daiyan's matter, which made Yin Susu's feelings quite complicated.
Ling Yi didn't think too much about it. He casually tied his horse to a tree by the roadside and used his Qinggong to gallop towards the mountaintop. Along the way, some Wudang Sect disciples noticed his presence.
These Wudang Sect disciples did not stop him, nor did they question him, indicating that they already knew Ling Yi was coming.
Upon arriving at the front of the Wudang Sect Zhenwu Wu Da, a plump man with a full head of silver hair, dressed in a dark blue robe and exuding an air of Wind Dao, smiled and looked at him.
It's quite amazing that a fat person can look so Wind Dao and otherworldly without seeming out of place.
This Zhang Sanfeng is Ling Yi's favorite among all the versions of the elderly Zhang Sanfeng.
Domineering, protective of his own, and with a touch of childishness...
Even though Zhang Sanfeng still had a -100 Affection above his head.
"Haha, Old Zhang, let's have a fight first."
Feeling the surging power within him, Ling Yi couldn't help but let out a long roar to the sky. Regardless of whether Zhang Sanfeng agreed or not, he directly struck out with his palm.
This palm strike didn't use any techniques; it was simply a matter of overwhelming the opponent with sheer force.
"Good heavens, I'm an old man, and you, young man, are so ruthless the moment you see me. Don't you Taoist Venerable?"
While speaking, Zhang Sanfeng moved swiftly. He held his hands in a circle, and as Ling Yi's palm struck, he slid his hands away and retreated simultaneously. Ling Yi's Dali attack was deflected by his Tai Chi True Qi.
The Zhenwu Wu Da behind him was blasted in half by Ling Yi's palm strike, which was infused with hundreds of different types of True Qi.
"How did you cultivate? With so many different kinds of True Qi, aren't you afraid of them clashing and causing your body to explode and die?" Zhang Sanfeng saw through Ling Yi's problem with his True Qi at a glance.
"That's why I need to borrow your Tai Chi True Qi." Ling Yi continued his attacks, but with each palm strike, his True Qi underwent Changes.
From hundreds of types of True Qi, it gradually decreased to dozens, then from dozens to just a few, and finally all the different types of True Qi merged into one, becoming a Chaos True Qi.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" Zhang Sanfeng was struck dozens of times. At first, he was able to neutralize the blows with his Tai Chi True Qi, but the more he did, the more difficult it became.
After Ling Yi's hundreds of True Qi Unification, his Tai Chi True Qi became difficult to circulate. Every time he tried to release it, it was "eaten up" by the opponent's strange True Qi.
How can we fight like this?
"Hahaha, Master Zhang, is my Kung Fu Hustle truly invincible?"
"What exactly are you practicing?" Zhang Sanfeng was extremely curious about this.
"By combining the strengths of thousands of schools and learning from their strengths to make up for their weaknesses, we can achieve the original Chaos." Ling Yi was in a great mood, and at the same time, he greatly admired Zhang Sanfeng for creating Tai Chi, a technique similar to Daoist School Qi Refining Technique.
"You borrowed my Tai Chi True Qi? Who are you trying to fool? How can you learn it just by glancing at it a few times? It took me decades to figure out this divine Tai Chi Divine Art."
There will always be some people in this world who are beyond your comprehension, it's just a pity...
"What's a pity?"
What's a pity? It's a pity that Ling Yi's strength has indeed reached the bottleneck of this world; he can no longer rise or advance.
It's not that this world can't advance; this Heavenly Sword World Saber can be upgraded and advanced. But Ling Yi is an outsider, so he can't fulfill the conditions for this advancement.
"It's a pity you're bound by this world, unable to advance any further. Old Zhang, keep going! Take one more step before you die, and this world will ascend."
"I didn't expect you to have noticed that too. It's just a pity that taking it a step further isn't so easy."
"Is the ascension to the heavens and earth that you mentioned truly possible? With your current strength, you should be able to easily break through these shackles of heaven and earth, right?"
Ling Yi shook his head and said, "My situation is somewhat special. I've already reached my Limit. Even if I take another step forward, it won't help this world at all."
What do you mean by "the situation is somewhat special"?
"Because my power is all borrowed, that's not important. You just need to know that whether this world can advance depends entirely on you."
Zhang Sanfeng tugged at his eyebrows and said helplessly, "Then you might have to wait several hundred years, provided I can live that long. I might pass away in another ten or so years."
Ling Yi laughed heartily, "If it were before, of course it would be impossible, but now that I'm here, old Daoist, calm your mind Spirit Condensation."
As Ling Yi spoke, he directly used his finger to point at Zhang Sanfeng's Dantian, sending a stream of Chaos True Qi into Zhang Sanfeng's body.
"This is..." Zhang Sanfeng felt the extra bit of Chaos True Qi in his body, his face full of shock.
"I have left a seed of Chaos True Qi within your body. I believe that with your aptitude, you will be able to comprehend it within a few years. At that time, you will not only advance further, but you will also be able to reverse aging, and living to a thousand years old will not be a problem."
"Your kindness is too great; I can't repay it," Zhang Sanfeng said happily, showing no doubt that Ling Yi would harm him.
After a pause, Zhang Sanfeng asked another question, "I don't know why, but I just can't bring myself to like you, and I even inexplicably dislike you. At first, I thought it was because of what happened at Cuishan, but now it seems that's not the case."
"You took Cuishan and the others away to better protect them, the family of three. If Cuishan had returned to the Wudang Sect back then, it would have made things even more difficult for Cuishan."
"I should be grateful to you, but I just can't feel grateful at all. Can you tell me why?"
As expected of Zhang Sanfeng, he was able to discover this.
Ling Yi thought for a moment, then found a way that Zhang Sanfeng could understand. "As I just said, my power is borrowed, the kind that's never returned. That's why I'm rejected by this world. The world hates me. Can you be greater than the world? Naturally, everyone will hate you."
"You dare not repay the power that Heaven and Earth possess? Is this why you can't help Heaven and Earth break free from their shackles? Haha, then guess what would happen if I slack off and never break through? Would you remain stuck at this level forever?"
"I bet the heavens will first send down a bolt of Thunder to strike you down. What use are you if you have no ambition?"
"Heaven and earth won't even strike down a thief like you, so why would they strike me? This old Daoist priest isn't afraid of anything."
The two of them burst into laughter, a scene that Zhang Cuishan, who had just come up, happened to witness. His face was full of curiosity; these two didn't seem like they were about to fight.
"Disciple Zhang Cuishan greets the Final Master." Zhang Cuishan came before Zhang Sanfeng and knelt down to kowtow.
Three resounding thuds followed, making Ling Yi grit his Delia in disbelief. That was too brutal! Wasn't he afraid of coughing up a concussion?
"Good, good, it's good to be back. So these are your wife and son? You have good taste."
"Greetings, Perfected Zhang." Yin Susu quickly bowed.
Zhang Wuji also knelt down beside Zhang Cuishan, saying, "Grand-disciple Zhang Wuji greets the Final Master."
"Haha, get up, get up!" Zhang Sanfeng was genuinely happy. His disciple had returned, and he even had a grand-disciple. How could he not be in a good mood?
"Old Daoist, I need to Borrow their family for a while longer."
"Well, it's good for them to follow you, but you have to help me teach them Kung Fu Hustle. As for Zhang Cuishan and his wife, forget about them, you can teach them or not. But this grand-disciple is a good prospect, now is the perfect time to lay a solid foundation, we can't delay him."
" Wuji, this guy is far more powerful than your great- the Final Master! What are you waiting for? Why don't you become his disciple?"