pappabearbooks Chapter 493 - 454: Ascending Wudang, Black Tortoise Inheritor!
Chapter 493 - 454: Ascending Wudang, Black Tortoise Inheritor!
Danjiang is a subordinate city of Jiuyan.The people at the police station heard about the capture of Wang Jian by Jiuyan prior to their meeting.
Now seeing the main officer in charge, Meng Chuan, each of them saluted and paid their respects to him.
Meng Chuan shook his head, letting everyone know it wasn’t necessary.
Don’t use trivial things as if they’re important, once the national mission ends, his identity is just a student of Martial Arts University.
The police station personnel remained on site to investigate, Meng Chuan exchanged phone numbers with the captain for timely information updates.
Then he cupped his hands, bid farewell, and followed the two disciples beside him up the mountain.
The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless.
He looked up, the golden-top palace floating above the green peaks, his pace involuntarily quickened a bit.
Wang Ye was behind him, staring at Meng Chuan’s back thoughtfully.
In his mind, the scene where the police saluted Meng Chuan had woven a mysterious identity for him...
"Haven’t seen you for more than a year, what have you experienced, Brother Meng..."
...
Midway up the mountain, Zhao Shousui was walking at the front.
Suddenly, he thought of something and turned his head to Meng Chuan, saying:
"Later, when we go to the back mountain, first go to my place and change into a Martial Emperor robe, like the one I’m wearing."
Wudang Mountain is divided into the front mountain and back mountain.
The front mountain is open to tourists and outsiders as a scenic spot.
Regardless of whether you’re a martial artist or an ordinary person, you can come here to visit and enjoy, as long as you pay for the ticket...
While the back mountain is the residence of the Wudang Sect and contains the special martial arts venue.
Wang Ye followed up and explained to him:
"You must change, it’s an old tradition of our Daoist Sect, even monks have to wear Daoist robes when they come."
"...Okay."
Meng Chuan didn’t mind, whatever he wore didn’t matter, respecting Wudang’s faith in the True Martial Emperor.
This was mutual, he touched his own bald head, having nothing to say...
...
After going up the mountain, Meng Chuan followed Zhao Shousui to Zhao’s home.
Compared to the villa complex he lived in at the United University on Lishan Mountain, this was more like a series of wooden lofts.
Even though it’s the residence of a Martial Arts Grandmaster, it seemed rather ordinary...
Meng Chuan looked around and asked:
"Uncle Master Zhao, where do I live recently?"
Zhao Shousui asked him to call him Uncle Master while on the mountain, so Meng Chuan did.
"My wife sometimes comes up the mountain to find me, so it’s inconvenient. You live at Wang Ye’s place, it’s the small courtyard we just passed."
"Isn’t Wudang a branch of Quanzhen Dao?"
The Quanzhen lineage practices monastic life, forbidding marriage.
"That may be true, but I am a Martial Arts Grandmaster."
"...Understood."
Aside from Wudang, the Quanzhen lineage has withered with the advent of the Qi Blood Era.
Therefore, naturally, no one can restrict Uncle Master Zhao...
"Alright, many within Wudang are married with children, even the Supreme Emperor doesn’t mind, so you shouldn’t worry."
"Understood, I’m just curious..."
Regaining his senses, Meng Chuan looked in the direction indicated for his future residence on the mountain.
Just passed by, thought it was a chicken farm because of the grass sheds...
"Nice place, close to nature, easier for enlightenment..."
Meng Chuan had nothing else to praise, compared to his United University accommodations, the conditions were quite different.
But he didn’t mind, just temporarily staying, can’t demand too much.
Moreover, this is a retreat that embodies Daoist principles.
It’s not lacking money, but aligns with nature’s path...
At Zhao Shousui’s home, Meng Chuan changed into a dark blue Daoist robe.
The size was a bit off, Meng Chuan was over two meters tall, with muscular build.
He altered it into an open vest revealing his chest muscles, then compressed his size to 80% to fit in...
Zhao Shousui saw this and sighed, saying:
"Take it off, first settle at Wang Ye’s place, don’t wander around. I’ll have someone make a special large size and send it to you tomorrow morning."
No choice, judging by the size, the largest on the mountain wasn’t going to fit this lad...
Meng Chuan awkwardly chuckled twice and had no choice but to comply.
Wang Ye laughed beside him, saying:
"Go to my place and see, Brother Meng, newly changed grass mat, enjoy it."
"...Okay."
Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He was worried that Wang Ye’s dragon demon hadn’t been subdued, afraid of watching action movies at night and leaving some marks on the grass mat...
It’s newly changed, so he’s reassured...
Following Wang Ye back to his home, walking into the small courtyard.
Meng Chuan wandered casually, the place wasn’t large.
The courtyard had the feel of rural tourism from past life, also quite beautiful.
He casually opened a small room, inside was chaotic.
Against the wall, there was a stone trough two meters long and one meter wide.
Seeing this, he turned to smile and said:
"Daoist Wang Ye, you used to raise pigs at home, doesn’t Wudang Mountain have a canteen or the like?"
Although he had long been able to absorb wind and dew, drawing energy for life’s operation from the universe.
But the ingrained habits in DNA still made him inquire about meals.
Can do without eating, but can’t be without...
Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, took a long time to react:
"...There’s a canteen, I don’t raise pigs, this is...your guest room."
"...?"
Wang Ye went in to tidy up, only then did Meng Chuan realize.
That’s not a stone trough; inside the large hollow is the bed I’ve been sleeping on lately...
Taking a new straw mat to lay on it, going along with local customs, I’ll make do with it for now...
...
Meanwhile, in Jin territory, far north of Great Chu.
Li Xiao, dressed in a black robe, stood atop the mountain, gazing at the faintly visible buildings below.
[Zishou Temple], this is the temple that holds the core inheritance objects of the Eighteen Arhats.
He intended to enter and steal the core inheritance objects.
But the demonic thought vaguely sensed that a skilled adversary was lurking in the temple, waiting for him to fall into their trap.
"The Divine Master’s emergence is not far off, it’s best to act cautiously..."
Thinking it over, Li Xiao dismissed the idea.
The world’s affairs still relied on him to handle; he wasn’t ready to return to the cycle of reincarnation yet.
Gently stroking the small cauldron on his chest, he noticed Meng Chuan’s bounty was still prominently displayed there.
He took out an encrypted phone, dialed, and was greeted by the sound of bustling noise.
[What’s the situation with Zhu Yun and the others, hasn’t Meng Chuan arrived yet?]
[Hall Master, Meng Chuan just arrived, seems like...he failed. At this moment, police cars have surrounded the base of Wudang Mountain, I don’t dare to go forward and confirm.]
[...Alright, have you contacted Zhu Yun and Priest Qian?]
[I contacted them, seemingly they’re all dead...]
[...Two six-time transcendents couldn’t kill a mere second-tier martial expert?]
[That Meng Chuan’s countermeasures are quite terrifying, he destroyed Priest Qian and the others right at the start. In the end, only Lord Zhu Yun was left, but unfortunately, the Wudang Grandmaster arrived too quickly, unable to capture the opponent.]
[...All a bunch of useless people!]
Li Xiao hung up the phone, unwilling to speak further.
Failing to kill Meng Chuan while consecutively losing two capable generals really pained him.
After pondering for a moment, he dialed the phone again:
[This is Li Xiao from the Divine Hall, Meng Chuan’s trump card has already been forced out, the rest is up to your Outer Heaven.]
On the other end, a faint laugh came through:
[Understood, you’ve worked hard, Hall Master Li.]
Fang Jianxing hung up the phone and lowered his head in contemplation.
Despite hearing what Li Xiao said, he still chose to continue observing...
"Luo Guanyun hasn’t shown up, most likely still by that kid’s side, small impatience ruins big plans."
Despite saying this, his heart grew increasingly anxious.
The speed at which Luo Guanyun’s disciple was growing was astonishingly fast.
If delayed any longer, he worried he wouldn’t be able to control him...
"Luo Guanyun, oh Luo Guanyun, where exactly are you..."
...
The next day at four in the morning, before dawn on Wudang Mountain.
The wound on his waist was much better, he tested the strange black sphere he acquired yesterday.
It could attach various powers and strike silently, perfect for ambushing.
Especially the thunder attribute power, akin to a railgun, not only faster but also with formidable destructive capability.
It could easily penetrate a small hill.
Except for one thing, after throwing it, he had to retrieve it, which was a bit troublesome...
Meng Chuan estimated that with Qi Observation Skill reaching perfection, he could exert preliminary control over the spiritual energy of all things.
When that time came, he could use the wind to guide the sphere when throwing it.
It would then be even more useful, turning a concealed weapon into a "boomerang," flying back to his hand after being thrown.
Coming back to his senses, he flipped his hand and pocketed the sphere.
Meng Chuan began his morning practice, Wang Ye was also practicing his fists nearby.
"I’m not the only one working hard, others are the same..."
He noticed that the other small yards also emitted the qi of Tai Chi’s yin-yang internal absorption.
Regardless of being a martial artist or martial arts family member, within this Wudang [Quest Class] dormitory area, everyone was practicing their punches early before dawn.
It was evident that the martial arts atmosphere here was no less than at United University.
At eight in the morning.
Staff from the mountain delivered a new Taoist robe, this custom-made extra-large version fit Meng Chuan well, very comfortable.
They also brought Meng Chuan a "Haoran Scarf," a cotton cloth shaped like a hood.
This was specially prepared by Zhao Shousui for him, for Meng Chuan to wrap around his head while moving around the mountain.
To avoid some old Taoist from getting angry at the sight of his bald head from afar...
Although the Qi Blood Martial Arts Era wasn’t particular about such things.
But for the elderly Taoists who came from the Ancient Martial Era, they were quite displeased with the Buddhist Sect...
The Daoist path naturally emphasized non-action, adhering to self-nature and natural laws in practice, advocating for such self-nature.
Buddhism emphasized dependent origination and emptiness, stressing the interdependence of all things, with conditions converging and no eternal, unchanging independent self-nature.
Their old concepts and paths of practice were in opposition, difficult to reconcile belief barriers.
Thus Zhao Shousui thought it was better for Meng Chuan to cover his bald head...
Meng Chuan wrapped the black hood around his head, the muscles of his shoulder and neck bulging high, making the whole look resemble a "Ninja Turtle"...
Beside him, Wang Ye stopped practicing and came to his side, giving a thumbs up:
"Brother Meng, your look now is totally like a Black Tortoise Inheritor."
"Get lost..."
...
After finishing the vegetarian meal, Meng Chuan prepared to follow Wang Ye to audit a class.
Grandmaster Zhao was currently giving a lecture to the Quest Class students.
Listening in to see what differences there were compared to the lectures given by the United University grandmasters.
Also taking the chance after class to ask about the most important reason for coming to Wudang Mountain.
He wanted to ask last night, but Grandmaster Zhao was teaching during the day and practicing martial arts at night, so he refrained from disturbing too much.
Today, he couldn’t wait any longer, the strength of the core characteristics could be glimpsed from [Five Qi Chaoyuan].
The multitude of hard skill characteristics he possessed needed a leader...
In class, over a dozen martial artisans each held a stick.
A rope was tied to the stick, with a large iron essence hanging from the lower end of the rope.