Since Ancient Times, Fame and Fortune Have Swayed Hearts
Surging Two Forms Sword Qi erupted from Mo Wenjian's body.
The eight extraordinary meridians in Mo Wenjian's body were soon all opened.
Mo Wenjian's strength had finally reached the Innate Realm.
Because Mo Wenjian possessed martial arts knowledge that had reached the pinnacle, he had no difficulty controlling the strength of the Innate Realm.
In less than five minutes, he had thoroughly mastered his Innate Realm strength.
Mo Wenjian's original body had experience with a Leakless Body.
As a result, Mo Wenjian completely concealed the signs of the Innate Realm within his body.
At a glance, Mo Wenjian was still an utterly ordinary sweeping chore worker.
In a sense, this was a return to simplicity and truth.
Holding his broom, Mo Wenjian leisurely swept the Eastern Arrival Hall.
Before he knew it, the sun was already high in the sky.
Mo Wenjian finished sweeping and was just about to go to the dining hall for a meal.
But just then, an inner disciple charged into the Eastern Arrival Hall with four chore disciples, all of them aggressive and threatening.
"Mo Wenjian, do you know your crime?" The inner disciple pointed a finger at Mo Wenjian's nose and berated him, his voice and expression severe.
"Senior Brother, why do you say that?" Mo Wenjian's memories showed only that he had been honest and dutiful, never breaking laws or rules, so he found the inner disciple's accusation very strange.
"Someone reported that you're lazy and greedy, and that you find the task of cleaning the Eastern Arrival Hall too burdensome. Whenever no one is around, you deliberately beat the statue of Great Emperor Zhenwu with your broom to vent your dissatisfaction. Our Mount Wudang is an esteemed and righteous sect, and the most important thing for a Wudang disciple is a pure and good-hearted nature. A despicable little man with a dark and filthy mind like yours isn't fit to sully the sacred grounds of Mount Wudang. Leave the mountain!" The inner disciple held his head high and looked down at Mo Wenjian from on high, his eyes full of hostility.
"I'll never admit to something I didn't do. Whoever slandered me behind my back, do you dare come forward and confront me face-to-face?" Mo Wenjian stood upright and had no fear of a crooked shadow, and his tone brimmed with righteous indignation.
"You made a grave mistake, yet instead of showing remorse, you're thinking of retaliating against the person who reported you. You truly are stubborn beyond redemption. Mount Wudang is an esteemed and righteous sect; it has no room for a shameless scoundrel like you. Hurry up and get off the mountain!" The inner disciple held his head high and puffed out his chest, putting on a stirring display of righteous fervor.
"Precisely because Mount Wudang is an esteemed and righteous sect, it needs to act with reason. You've smeared my good name without a shred of evidence. Aren't you afraid the charge will be turned back on you?" Though Mo Wenjian didn't know exactly what the inner disciple wanted, he was already certain the man had come with ill intent.
"You desecrated the statue of Great Emperor Zhenwu. For the sake of our bond as fellow disciples, I made an exception and allowed you to leave the mountain unharmed. That was already mercy beyond what the rules required. I didn't expect you to be so ungrateful, to refuse the face I offered you, to reject a toast only to drink a forfeit. Since you won't leave on your own, I'll drag you out!" As the inner disciple spoke, he reached for Mo Wenjian's collar, trying to seize him by it and throw him off Mount Wudang.
"Scram!" Mo Wenjian casually waved a hand, and the inner disciple immediately flew backward and fell to the ground with a thud.
The sudden turn of events left the four chore disciples rooted to the spot.
According to Mount Wudang's rules, chore disciples could only cultivate Wudang Cotton Palm and had virtually no fighting strength to speak of.
Inner disciples could cultivate a set of three techniques: the Pine and Crane Heart Method to strengthen their power, Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada to increase their speed, and Wudang Long Fist to enhance their attacks, giving them a basic ability to face enemies in combat.
By normal logic, an inner disciple held a crushing advantage over a chore disciple.
The four chore disciples had assumed that dealing with Mo Wenjian would be as easy as reaching out and grabbing him for the inner disciple.
To their surprise, things had gone in exactly the opposite direction.
The inner disciple hadn't crushed Mo Wenjian; instead, Mo Wenjian had struck him from a higher dimension.
"Mo Wenjian, you'd better come clean. Are you a spy for the Demonic Sect? What are you plotting, hiding your strength and lying low on Mount Wudang?" The inner disciple had expected to show off and bask in attention, only to end up battered and utterly humiliated. Shame instantly turned to rage.
"You should be glad this is Mount Wudang. You should be glad you're a Wudang disciple. You should be glad Wudang's rules forbid fellow disciples from harming one another. If we were out in the jianghu, if we weren't fellow disciples, for that slander just now, I'd scatter even your ashes!" In Mo Wenjian's eyes, the inner disciple was nothing more than a jumping clown, and he couldn't be bothered to keep squabbling with him. He picked up his broom and prepared to turn and leave.
"Demonic Sect scum, anyone has the right to kill you!" Rage rose in the inner disciple's heart and evil sprang from his courage. Taking advantage of Mo Wenjian turning to leave, he launched a sneak attack from behind. His sword thrust straight at Mo Wenjian's heart; he plainly wanted to kill him to vent his anger.
"If you're this arrogant and overbearing on Mount Wudang, you wouldn't last three days in the jianghu!" Mo Wenjian turned around and caught the inner disciple's sword between two fingers.
"Demonic Sect scum, this is Mount Wudang, not a place where you can run wild! If you know what's good for you, bare your neck and accept death at once. If you resist to the bitter end, don't blame us for swarming you, dragging you back, and torturing you until you can neither live nor die!" Unable to beat Mo Wenjian, the inner disciple sought to use Mount Wudang's illustrious name to make him willingly go to his death.
"You're still so young. Why are you looking to die?" Mo Wenjian casually flicked the inner disciple's sword. Razor-sharp Innate Sword Qi burst forth in an instant, shattering the sword and scattering fragments across the ground.
"Senior Brother, spare us!" The four chore disciples were scared out of their wits. As one, they dropped to their knees, kowtowing to Mo Wenjian and begging for mercy.
Mount Wudang's experts were as numerous as clouds, and Wudang disciples were constantly exposed to them, so they were naturally well-informed.
Only Innate Sword Qi could slice through metal and sever jade; this was common knowledge among Wudang disciples.
The moment the four chore disciples saw the sword fragments covering the ground, they knew Mo Wenjian was an Innate expert.
An Innate expert needed only to move a finger, and his Innate Sword Qi would be enough to take a life.
Faced with a crisis of life and death, the four chore disciples clearly lost their nerve.
"What exactly is going on? You'd better tell me the truth!" Mo Wenjian turned to look at a chore disciple whose face was deathly pale and whose head was covered in sweat.
"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" The chore disciple trembled all over with fright and didn't dare conceal a thing. "His Highness the imperial grandson lives in the Eastern Arrival Hall. Senior Brother Wang sent us here to watch his every move and report back to him at all times. Senior Brother Wang wanted to find a chance to make His Highness's acquaintance and do everything he could to earn a position of importance under him, so he could rise swiftly and reach the pinnacle of life. Senior Brother Wang said that if he prospered, he'd definitely pull us up with him. He'd eat meat, and we could have the soup. If this works out, we'll at least become commanders of a hundred men, and maybe even commanders of a thousand!"
"Since ancient times, fame and fortune have swayed hearts. Since you were scheming against His Highness the imperial grandson, I'll leave him to deal with you!" With that, Mo Wenjian immediately turned and left.
After Mo Wenjian reached the Innate Realm, his ability to sense his surroundings had improved significantly.
Mo Wenjian could clearly sense that a peerless expert was hidden nearby.
The killing aura of a general who had fought on the battlefield simply could not be concealed.
Mo Wenjian didn't need to think to know that this was Zhu Zhanshan's master.
After Mo Wenjian left, Zhu Zhanshan's master walked out with a grim face.
A few small fry actually dared scheme against His Highness the imperial grandson. They truly had grown tired of living.