Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils: The Successor of Bodhidharma

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"Brother Feng, be careful!" Qiao Tian, ​​who had been on high alert, exclaimed in alarm upon seeing this. Almost instinctively, he grabbed at the air with his right hand, and an invisible suction force instantly erupted—it was the energy manipulation method of Shaolin's supreme martial art, "Dragon Capturing Skill"!

Qiao Feng had absolute trust in his elder brother. Although he didn't understand why he was being forced to retreat, he didn't resist the moment he heard the warning, letting the force pull him backward. At the same time, his combat awareness was astonishing, and the Nine Yang Divine Skill naturally circulated within his body. Thick and scorching true energy instantly condensed in his palms, and a faint golden aura appeared around him!

Murong Bo's determined palm strike landed squarely on Qiao Feng's hastily parrying hands. Qiao Feng felt a chilling, sharp force far beyond his imagination surge towards him. He groaned and staggered backward, his blood churning. If it weren't for the miraculous protective effect of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and Qiao Tian's timely pull, he would likely have been injured!

"Dragon-Capturing Skill?!" Murong Bo failed to land a single blow, and instead, his hand was slightly numb from the impact of Qiao Feng's pure and powerful internal energy. He was even more shocked by Qiao Tian's miraculous ability to retrieve objects from a distance, and exclaimed in disbelief.

When Xiao Yuanshan saw that Murong Bo had actually attacked Qiao Feng so severely, his eyes were bloodshot with rage. He roared inwardly, "How dare you, you scoundrel!" If he hadn't been worried about revealing his identity, he would have attacked with all his might.

Qiao Tian shielded Qiao Feng behind him, his face ashen, but killing intent stirred within him. He said no more, his fingers forming a halberd, and with a single strike, the energy at his fingertips solidified and contained a subtle, Zen-like quality, a deadly intent that seemed to blend into a gentle smile, aimed directly at Murong Bo's wrist acupoint—it was the Flower-Picking Finger Technique from the Bodhidharma Cave!

Murong Bo dared not be careless, and met the attack with his palm. Their fingers intersected, producing a soft crackling sound. He felt that the opponent's finger force, though seemingly gentle, was actually extremely penetrating and subtly varied, even subtly restraining the changes in his palm technique. He was even more shocked: (How can this young man's martial arts style be so strange and profound? It seems like Shaolin but is not Shaolin.)

The two instantly clashed. Murong Bo, after all, possessed profound skill, having reached the early stage of Grandmaster. His moves were seasoned and his internal energy was immense, allowing him to quickly suppress Qiao Tian due to his superior cultivation level. However, Qiao Tian, ​​with the foundation of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Marrow Cleansing Classic, possessed pure and enduring internal energy. Furthermore, he had mastered the martial arts concepts of the Bodhidharma Cave, making his moves effortless and natural. At times, his attacks were like a wrathful Vajra, and at other times, like a Bodhisattva with gentle brows. His movements were a constant interplay of strength and gentleness, and the unexpected and the expected, allowing him to fight Murong Bo to a standstill. Murong Bo grew increasingly alarmed, feeling as if he were caught in an invisible net.

Qiao Feng, watching from the sidelines, was both astonished by his elder brother's high level of martial arts, which allowed him to contend with this terrifying man in black, and worried for his brother. Xiao Yuanshan's heart was in turmoil: (Who is this young man in green? His martial arts are so formidable! And look at him protecting Feng'er... Is he a friend or an enemy?)

Frustrated by the prolonged battle, Murong Bo seized an opportunity, raising his power to eighty percent and unleashing a full-force Prajna Palm strike. The palm wind howled, enveloping Qiao Tian's major acupoints, aiming to severely injure his opponent in one fell swoop.

Qiao Tian knew there was no way to retreat; if he did, Qiao Feng behind him would inevitably be affected. He gritted his teeth, pushing the seventh level of the Nine Yang Divine Skill to its peak. A faint golden light emanated from his body. He neither dodged nor evaded, instead using the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill he had comprehended from the Bodhidharma Cave. Simultaneously, he brought his right index and middle fingers together, concentrating all his power into a single point, aiming to break through the surface and strike directly at Murong Bo.

"Bam—!"

A deep, resounding crash, like the sound of leather being struck, echoed through the valley.

Qiao Tian's body trembled violently, and he staggered back seven or eight steps, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, clearly indicating internal injuries. Murong Bo, however, fared even worse. He felt an extremely powerful and sharp finger force pierce through his shoulder, instantly causing his entire arm to go numb and throbbing with pain, his meridians feeling as if they were being burned. He couldn't help but stagger back several steps, his face paling in horror, and he exclaimed in shock, "The Indestructible Vajra Divine Skill?! Who exactly are you?!"

Qiao Tian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, knowing that things would not end well today. The two brothers were no match for the two grandmasters working together, and they would have to alert the Shaolin Temple to get out of this predicament. He decided to stop hiding and shouted at Qiao Feng, "Brother Feng, clear your mind, return your Qi to your Purple Mansion, and close your six senses!"

This is a secret technique from the Nine Yang Divine Skill that temporarily seals off the senses such as hearing and sight, concentrating all mental energy into a single point. Qiao Feng, having cultivated the Nine Yang Divine Skill for a long time, immediately understood upon hearing it and, without hesitation, instantly followed the instructions, holding his breath and focusing his mind.

Just as Qiao Feng sealed off his six senses, Qiao Tian took a deep breath, his chest heaving, and suddenly opened his mouth—

"Roar--!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, resounded! This was no ordinary sonic attack, but rather the Buddhist "Lion's Roar" divine skill, imbued with Qiao Tian's incomparably pure Nine Yang True Qi and powerful spiritual energy! The sound waves, like a tangible tsunami, spread wildly outwards from him!

Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan, who were directly hit, felt as if their eardrums had been pierced by steel needles. Their heads buzzed, their vision went black, and their blood surged, making them feel nauseous. Their internal energy was completely disrupted by this sudden and terrifying sonic attack, and they almost lost their footing! Even the branches and leaves of the surrounding trees were shaken and rustled, as if a gale had swept through!

"Oh no! Such a commotion!" Murong Bo was both shocked and furious. He suppressed his discomfort and knew that he could not stay here any longer.

Xiao Yuanshan was also worried about his identity being exposed. He took a deep look at Qiao Feng, who was standing still and practicing his internal energy, and exchanged a glance with Murong Bo. Without further hesitation, the two used their superb lightness skills at the same time. Like two startled birds, they disappeared into the dark forest in a few leaps and went away in a sorry state.

On the mountain path, only Qiao Tian's slightly rapid breathing and the fading sound of owls taking flight remained. The moonlight was still cold and clear, as if the thrilling encounter just now was merely a dream.

Chapter 49 The Number One Master of Shaolin Temple

A mountain breeze swept by, bringing a touch of coolness. Qiao Tian clutched his chest, coughed lightly, and his face was somewhat pale. Although he had managed to take Murong Bo's palm strike head-on, thanks to his Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill and exquisite finger techniques, the power of a grandmaster's palm strike was not easily overcome. His internal organs had been shaken, and he had already suffered some internal injuries.

"Brother! How are you?" Qiao Feng immediately helped Qiao Tian up, his tiger-like eyes filled with concern and self-reproach. He hated his own lack of strength; if his elder brother hadn't rescued him in time and fought the powerful enemy alone, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

"It's nothing, just a slight tremor. I'll recover in a moment." Qiao Tian waved his hand, indicating that Qiao Feng didn't need to worry, but his eyes swept solemnly over the direction where the man in black had disappeared. "Tonight was lucky. Those two were wary of each other and didn't know my background, so I caught them off guard. If they had really used their full strength, you and I would probably be in grave danger."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's arrogance faded, replaced by shock and solemnity: "Brother, are they... truly all Grandmasters?" He considered himself to have made great progress in martial arts, rarely encountering opponents among his peers, and even able to compete with his "Hui" generation senior uncles. Yet, in front of that man in black, he was so embarrassed that he couldn't even withstand a single move.

“Absolutely true,” Qiao Tian said in a deep voice. “Moreover, I can sense that they did not use their full strength; they mostly used Shaolin techniques to conceal their identities. Their true cultivation and martial arts are probably even more terrifying. Brother Feng, the martial world is vast and full of capable people; we must not be careless in the slightest.”

Qiao Feng nodded heavily, keeping his elder brother's warning firmly in mind. Just as the two brothers were still feeling uneasy, Qiao Tian suddenly stiffened, an indescribable sense of crisis washing over him, as if he were being watched by some extremely terrifying being. He abruptly turned his head, looking at the top of an ancient pine tree a few feet to his side.

Under the moonlight, a monk dressed in an ordinary gray robe had silently appeared atop a slender pine branch, his figure swaying gently in the night breeze, seemingly weightless. His face was serene, his eyes gentle, and he quietly watched them, his presence blending seamlessly with his surroundings. Had Qiao Tian not possessed keen senses, he would have been completely unaware of his arrival!

(Who is this person? How could they approach so silently at such a distance! I didn't even notice!) Qiao Tian was horrified, and a cold sweat instantly broke out on his back. This person's cultivation level was probably even more unfathomable than those two masked men in black from before!

"Amitabha." A peaceful and resonant Buddhist chant rang out, breaking the silence and startling Qiao Feng, who was still in shock. This chant, like a morning bell and evening drum, contained the power to calm the mind.

Upon hearing the voice, Qiao Feng looked over, paused for a moment, then showed a respectful expression and quickly put his palms together in a gesture of respect: "Disciple Qiao Feng greets Uncle-Master Xuancheng!"

Xuan Cheng? Qiao Tian's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately thought of this legendary genius of Shaolin Temple! Revered as the greatest Shaolin monk in two hundred years, possessing thirteen unique skills, yet a tragic figure who suffered a qi deviation and had his meridians destroyed due to his forced practice of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts! How could he be here? Moreover… Qiao Tian immediately focused his senses and discovered that Xuan Cheng's aura was as deep as the sea, perfectly harmonious and transparent. The flow of energy around him was natural and seamless, showing no signs of danger. On the contrary, it gave people a strange feeling of unfathomable depth, compassion, and majesty coexisting. His cultivation level was clearly above that of Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan!

(This... how is this possible? In the original story, he was clearly already crippled! Could it be that my appearance changed his fate?) Qiao Tian suppressed the shock in his heart and quickly bowed respectfully: "Disciple Qiao Tian of Xuan Ku greets Uncle Xuan Cheng."

Xuan Cheng moved slightly and silently landed on the ground like a falling leaf. His gaze swept over the messy traces of the fight and the various characteristics left by the Shaolin martial arts techniques on the ground. Finally, his gaze landed on Qiao Tian and Qiao Feng, and a hint of undisguised amazement flashed in his gentle eyes.

What a pair of exceptionally talented young men! Qiao Feng possesses extraordinary strength and a solid foundation in internal energy, his blood and qi as vigorous as a furnace; given time, he will surely become a peerless figure! And Qiao Tian… he is even more remarkable! His aura is restrained, his divine light radiant; he has already touched the threshold of the Innate Perfection stage. What's even more rare is that his internal energy is pure and upright, vast and boundless, faintly displaying the orthodox aura of Buddhism, yet seemingly transcending it. Junior Brother Xuanku has truly taken in two excellent disciples.

His mind raced, but his expression remained calm. He clasped his hands together and said to Qiao Tian, ​​"Amitabha. Junior Brother Xuanku has discerning eyes. Excellent, excellent. You must be the young benefactor Qiao Tian that the other junior brothers often mention? Indeed, heroes emerge from among the young. You truly deserve to be... well, truly extraordinary." He wanted to say, "You truly deserve to be highly praised by Master (the Sweeping Monk)," but he swallowed the words back.

"That lion's roar just now was powerful and righteous, a unique sonic attack. It was perfectly integrated with your own internal energy, young benefactor, and its power was astonishing. However, it is quite different from the 'Lion's Roar' passed down in Shaolin, which makes this old monk very curious. So it was young benefactor Qiao who made it, then it is not surprising. Young benefactor, you have already been able to innovate and surpass your teachers in the art of martial arts. This old monk admires you." Xuan Cheng's tone was full of curiosity about martial arts itself, but he seemed to be completely unconcerned about the origin and purpose of the two men in black.

Qiao Tian rolled his eyes inwardly: (Well, this guy really lives up to his reputation; he's a complete martial arts fanatic! He just resolved his own hidden dangers, but instead of studying Buddhism, his eyes light up at the sight of any new martial arts technique. If the Sweeper Monk knew this, I wonder if he'd thought he'd enlightened him too early...)

He inwardly complained, but outwardly remained humble: "Uncle-Master, you flatter me. I have only made some occasional gains and pondered haphazardly; how could I dare to claim that I have surpassed my master? I apologize for disturbing your peaceful cultivation today."

Just then, hurried footsteps and the sound of clothes rustling in the wind came from afar. Xuan Nan, the head monk of the Bodhidharma Academy, led a dozen or so monks with staffs, rushing over, all looking wary. Upon seeing Xuan Cheng there, Xuan Nan was initially taken aback, then breathed a sigh of relief and clasped his hands together, saying, "Senior Brother Xuan Cheng, you've arrived first. We heard a lion's roar from below the mountain just now; is there an enemy attack?" His gaze immediately fell on the Qiao brothers and the traces of the fight around them, his brow furrowing.

Xuan Cheng explained simply: "This old monk also came upon hearing the sound. When I arrived, I saw my two junior disciples, Qiao Tian and Qiao Feng, here. The lion's roar just now was made by my junior disciple Qiao Tian to repel the enemy."

Xuan Nan then looked at Qiao Tian, ​​his tone serious: "Qiao Tian, ​​who dares to cause trouble at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain? What kind of martial arts did they use? Can you see their appearance clearly?"

Qiao Tian's mind raced. Knowing he couldn't tell the truth, he replied with a half-truth: "Reporting to Senior Uncle, there were two attackers, both dressed in black and masked, their faces obscured. Their martial arts were extremely high, and what they used... seemed to be mostly Shaolin's unique techniques, but their moves were ruthless and intended to injure. My brother and I were no match for them, and we were fortunate enough to scare them away with the Lion's Roar, without being able to discern their style or origins." Qiao Tian didn't directly reveal Murong Bo and Xiao Yuanshan's identities to avoid unnecessary trouble and speculation.

Upon hearing this, Xuan Nan's expression grew even more grave: "Using my Shaolin's secret techniques? Could it be some scoundrel who stole our sect's techniques? This is no small matter and must be thoroughly investigated!" He immediately ordered his warrior monks to search the surrounding area, and then said to Xuan Cheng, "Senior brother, what do you think..."

Xuan Cheng waved his hand, his gaze still fixed on Qiao Tian with interest: "You and your junior brother Abbot can investigate this matter thoroughly later. Junior Nephew Qiao Tian, ​​your roar just now was quite profound. If you have some free time, you can come to the temple to find me, and we can perhaps exchange some Buddhist teachings." He extended an invitation again, seemingly showing little interest in tracking down the enemy.

Qiao Tian was speechless and could only humbly agree again. Seeing this, Xuan Nan knew that with Xuan Cheng there, they were safe, so he, full of doubts, directed the monks to continue the search.

Chapter 50: A Farewell Gift of the Marrow Cleansing and Tranquilizing Manual

Deep within Shaoshi Mountain, in a hidden cave.

The flickering campfire illuminated Murong Bo's ever-changing face. He sat cross-legged, his left hand still throbbing with a dull ache and numbness—the wound left by Qiao Tian's finger strike imbued with the Nine Yang True Qi. He slowly circulated his inner energy, trying to regulate his somewhat disordered meridians, his heart churning with turbulent emotions.

(Who exactly is that young man in the green robe? He's barely twenty, yet his martial arts are already so astonishing! Dragon-Capturing Skill, Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill, and that uniquely powerful Lion's Roar... These are all supreme martial arts techniques among the seventy-two Shaolin arts, long lost and extremely difficult to master! It's said that in the past two hundred years, only the martial arts fanatic Xuancheng in the temple has mastered the Lion's Roar, and he almost suffered a qi deviation and had his meridians destroyed because of it...)

The more he thought about it, the more alarmed he became, and at the same time, a strong sense of resentment and jealousy welled up within him. He was confident in his exceptional martial arts talent and intelligence, and in order to revive the Great Yan Dynasty, he did not hesitate to hide his identity, infiltrate Shaolin Temple, and go to great lengths to steal secret manuals. Yet even someone like him felt powerless when faced with certain ultimate techniques.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but take out three manuals he had copied overnight from his robes: *The Formless Finger of Calamity*, *The Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill*, and *The Prajna Palm Technique*. He opened the *Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill*, looking at its obscure and difficult-to-understand formulas and the almost harsh training methods. It required extremely profound internal energy cultivation techniques to progress step by step; the slightest mistake could lead to stiff meridians, blocked blood and qi, or even turning one into a defenseless, incapacitated person… He frowned, and finally closed the manual with a sigh. (This skill can only be mastered by those with great perseverance and extraordinary opportunities; forcing oneself to practice it is tantamount to self-destruction!)

(That kid seems to have grasped the essence of it. Although he hasn't reached the pinnacle, he can already withstand 80% of my palm strike and only suffer minor injuries! And the boy beside him is even younger. Although his internal strength is slightly inferior, his combat awareness is amazing. He was able to quickly gather protective true energy after taking one of my palm strikes... Although my Fu'er is also diligent, compared to these two... Alas!) For the first time, Murong Bo felt a strong sense of defeat. The depth of Shaolin Temple's foundation was indeed beyond his imagination.

Elsewhere, atop a waterfall far from the main peak of Shaoshi Mountain, several simple thatched huts are hidden in the mist. In front of the huts stands a small cenotaph.

Xiao Yuanshan stood with his hands behind his back before the tombstone, his imposing figure appearing somewhat lonely in the moonlight. He reached out and gently brushed away non-existent dust from the tombstone, his voice low and gentle, filled with deep reminiscence:

"My dear wife, I am so happy today." He couldn't help but smile. "I've found our Feng'er! Over the years, I've traveled all over the Central Plains, investigating those involved in the Yanmen Pass incident. Half of it was for revenge, but the other half was also to find out if Feng'er was alive or dead... Heaven has eyes, he's alive, he's right here at the foot of Shaolin Temple."

His voice rose with excitement, a slight choke, yet brimming with pride: He looks... just like me, hahaha! The heroic spirit between his brows is exactly like mine when I was young! More importantly, his martial arts skills are superb! Didn't you see? Tonight, he's only sixteen, barely twenty! He took a full hit from that old thief's master-level sneak attack, only retreating a few steps, completely unharmed! Among his peers, who else in the world could do that? Our Feng'er is a true tiger cub! He didn't let you or me down!

As he spoke with pride, he seemed to see his beloved wife's contented smile, and he couldn't help but grin, immersed in immense happiness. But soon, his face darkened, and a chilling glint flashed in his eyes:

"You despicable scoundrel! A master of a sect, yet you have the audacity to ambush a child! I'll remember this grudge! If we meet again, I'll make him taste my power and avenge Feng'er!" He gritted his teeth, pulling two manuals from his robes. One of them was clearly titled "The Demon-Subduing Staff Technique." (Once I've mastered these techniques and my strength has increased, I will surely kill this fiend!)

At the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, outside the Qiao family's courtyard.

Qiao Tian, ​​Qiao Feng, Xuan Nan, and Xuan Cheng bid farewell. Xuan Nan led the martial monks to continue their search for the "man in black," while Xuan Cheng gave Qiao Tian another meaningful look, seemingly still thinking about his innovative martial arts concepts, before drifting away.

The two brothers returned home, exhausted from a harrowing night. After washing up, they squeezed onto the same old bed, just like when they were children. Qiao Feng soon began to snore evenly, while Qiao Tian tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

He quietly rose and lit the oil lamp on the table. Under the dim light, he spread out the paper, picked up his pen, pondered for a moment, and then began to write furiously. He meticulously recorded his understanding of the true essence of the "Crossing the River on a Reed" lightness skill, as well as the foundational method for regulating internal energy based on a simplified and adapted version of the "Marrow Cleansing Classic," which was more suitable for Qiao Feng's Yang constitution. At the end, he appended his understanding of the advantages and disadvantages of many Shaolin skills, the key points of energy application, and the taboos. He especially emphasized the concepts of "control," "guidance," and "neutralization" of soft energy contained in fierce martial arts, hoping to lay a solid foundation for Qiao Feng to cultivate more advanced martial arts in the future (such as the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms).

As dawn broke in the east, Qiao Tian finally put down his pen, rubbed his sore wrists, and fell into a deep sleep on his desk.

The next morning, Qiao Feng woke up to find the bedside empty. Turning around, he saw his elder brother asleep at his desk. He tiptoed over and saw two thread-bound books, their ink still wet, neatly arranged on the desk. The covers were titled "Crossing the River" and "Cleansing the Marrow and Calming the Mind."

Qiao Feng's heart stirred, and he was about to take a closer look when Qiao Tian, ​​having already sensed someone, straightened up, his face showing weariness, but his gaze was gentle as he looked at him.

Feng, you're awake.

Brother, what is this...? Qiao Feng pointed to the books on the table.

Qiao Tian smiled, picked up the two books, and solemnly handed them to Qiao Feng: "Brother Feng, today I must escort our parents to Wudang Mountain. I am truly reluctant to leave you alone at home. But with Wudang Mountain newly established and everything needing to be done, I must return."

He pointed to the first book, "Crossing the River": "I observe that while your lightness skill is formidable, it lacks agility and flexibility. This movement technique is based on the essence of Shaolin's 'Crossing the River on a Reed,' combined with my own insights. It emphasizes borrowing momentum, deflecting force, and controlling qi. You must carefully study it and integrate it into your own style. At the end, there are also some insights and taboos regarding various Shaolin martial arts, which you should remember. It particularly elucidates the subtle principles of 'Controlling the Crane and Capturing the Dragon' in powerful martial arts, which may lay a solid foundation for you if you are fortunate enough to learn the Beggars' Sect's 'Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms,' a supremely powerful palm technique, allowing you to combine strength with softness and control your movements at will."

Then, he picked up the thicker book, "The Marrow Cleansing and Tranquilizing Manual," with a particularly serious expression: "This book is one of the highest martial arts in Buddhism, a foundation-building and tranquilizing method called 'The Marrow Cleansing Manual,' which has been lost in Shaolin Temple for over six hundred years."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Feng's body trembled, and he exclaimed, "The Marrow Cleansing Classic?!" Although he did not know the details, he knew from the name that it was an extraordinary divine skill.

Qiao Tian nodded: "Your martial arts moves are expansive and powerful, your internal energy is extremely yang and strong, and its power is boundless. You are indeed a natural talent. But strength cannot last forever; fullness leads to deficiency. I am worried that if you continue like this for many years, as you get older, yang fire will accumulate in your body, damaging your meridians and internal organs, leaving hidden dangers. This Foundation Building chapter of the Marrow Cleansing Classic is not a technique of attack, but a supreme method of nourishing and regulating. You need to practice it often to clear away the dryness and stagnation caused by the extreme yang energy in your body, strengthen your foundation, and make your foundation stronger. Only then can you go further and more steadily on the path of martial arts in the future."

He looked deeply into Qiao Feng's eyes, his tone earnest: "Remember, Brother Feng! We are brothers, and we have a bright future ahead of us. Don't let momentary bravery jeopardize your future. Your safety is the most important thing."

Qiao Feng accepted the two books, still fragrant with ink, with trembling hands. These were no ordinary manuals! They were clearly protective talismans and ladders to heaven, meticulously crafted by his elder brother, a testament to his painstaking efforts and love! His brother was about to embark on a long journey, yet he had left his most precious treasure to him… Thinking of how his brother had spent the entire night worrying about this, and how his brother had been injured protecting him last night, a surge of hot emotion rushed to Qiao Feng's nose and eyes.

He gripped the manual tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, his tiger-like eyes welling with tears, his throat choked with emotion, and for a moment he couldn't speak. A thousand words, in the end, condensed into a heavy nod and a promise tinged with a thick nasal tone:

Brother...don't worry! Feng...will practice diligently and never let you down! Take care of yourself in Wudang! He raised his head, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and emotion. "Once I've mastered my skills, I'll definitely come to Wudang to find you! We brothers will one day stand shoulder to shoulder again!"

Seeing his younger brother's genuine emotions, Qiao Tian felt a surge of warmth in his heart and patted him on the shoulder forcefully: "Alright! Your older brother will be waiting for you at Wudang Mountain!"

In the soft light of dawn, the two brothers looked at each other and smiled, their deep affection and hopes for the future filling the simple little house.

Chapter 51 Martial Arts Community Reaction

Early morning, Qiao Family Courtyard.

Qiao Tian stood in the courtyard, took out a uniquely shaped whistling arrow, and shot it into the air. The arrow pierced the sky, exploding into a cloud of pale purple smoke—it was the emergency summons signal from Lingjiu Palace.

In less than half an incense stick's time, a dozen figures silently slipped into the courtyard like ghosts. All were women dressed in close-fitting clothes and veils, their figures agile and their auras steady—elite disciples of the Nine Heavens and Nine Divisions of the Lingjiu Palace. They all knelt on one knee, the one in the lead respectfully saying, "We have come under orders; please give us your instructions, Sect Leader!"

Qiao Tian nodded slightly and instructed, "No need for formalities. I summoned you all today to ask for your assistance in packing my parents' belongings and arranging a safe carriage and escorts along the way. The journey to Wudang Mountain is not short, so we need to arrange inns or reliable residences in advance to ensure the comfort and safety of my parents during their trip."

"We obey the sect leader's command!" the women replied in unison, their movements swift as the wind. They immediately divided the tasks: some went inside to help Qiao Sanhuai and his wife pack their valuables, while others quickly left to arrange transportation.

Madam Qiao had never seen such a scene before. Watching these nimble young women, whose spirited air was undeniable despite their veils, bustling about, she couldn't stop smiling. She especially pulled the squad leader, Zhu Tian, ​​aside, watching them pack up quickly while nagging, "Girl, how old are you this year? Are you engaged? These hands are so skillful..." The usually aloof female disciple blushed under her veil, flustered and occasionally glancing at Qiao Tian for help.

Qiao Tian, ​​watching from the side, was speechless. He could only cough twice to signal his mother to tone it down. Only then did Qiao's mother reluctantly let go, but the affection in her eyes for these potential daughter-in-law candidates was undeniable.

Once everything was ready and the carriage was prepared, the moment of true parting arrived. Mother Qiao hugged Qiao Feng, tears streaming down her face. She cried, "My Feng'er... you naughty boy, always so reckless, you never know how to take care of yourself... Now that I'm gone, who will mend your clothes if they're torn? Who will feed you when you go down the mountain? What will we do..."

Even though Qiao Feng was a magnanimous man, his eyes reddened slightly at this moment. He hugged his mother tightly and repeatedly assured her: "Mother, don't worry! Your son has grown up and can take care of himself! I'll make sure I'm well-fed and warmly dressed! You and Father can enjoy yourselves in Wudang Mountain, so please don't worry about me!"

Qiao Sanhuai watched silently from the side, then patted Qiao Feng's shoulder forcefully, everything understood without a word.

Finally, Qiao Tian and Qiao Feng exchanged a glance, a thousand words unspoken in their silent understanding. They simultaneously extended their right palms, striking each other forcefully in the air before clasping them tightly. Their eyes met, filled with mutual trust, unwavering brotherhood, and unspoken camaraderie. With a deep nod, Qiao Tian resolutely turned and helped his parents board the carriage.

The wheels turned, and the carriage slowly drove away from the courtyard where they had lived for many years, heading towards an unknown distance. Qiao Feng's figure remained standing at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain, like a stone statue, his gaze fixed on the gradually shrinking convoy until it completely disappeared at the end of the road, still unwilling to leave for a long time.

The journey was uneventful, thanks to the advance arrangements made by the disciples of Lingjiu Palace. After more than twenty days, the convoy finally arrived at the majestic and beautiful Wudang Mountain.

When Qiao Tian helped the elderly couple to the square in front of the main hall of Wudang Mountain, the Qiao Sanhuai couple stared in astonishment at the magnificent, continuous palaces built along the mountainside, shrouded in mist like a fairyland. They were speechless for a long time. Disciples, both men and women (disciples and grand-disciples of Su Xinghe, skilled in various arts, and personnel from Lingjiu Palace), came and went. Upon seeing Qiao Tian and his group, they immediately stopped what they were doing, bowed respectfully, and addressed them as "Sect Leader." This scene made the elderly couple feel as if they were in a dream, like country bumpkins visiting the city for the first time, both excited and apprehensive.

Qiao Tian smiled and helped his parents out of the car, walking slowly along the way, introducing them to the Zhenwu Hall, the alchemy room, the herb garden, and the disciples' residences. Just as they reached the secluded path leading from the main peak to the back courtyard, a gray shadow darted down from a nearby tree and landed precisely on Qiao Tian's shoulder. It was "Little Black," his inseparable monkey. The little guy hadn't seen its owner for a long time and was now jumping around excitedly, squeaking and rubbing its furry head against Qiao Tian's cheek, seemingly complaining that he hadn't taken it along on this trip. Qiao Tian and his parents were amused by its adorable antics, and their sorrow at parting was somewhat eased.

Arriving at the specially prepared courtyard for his parents, Qiao Tian found it elegant and well-equipped. He personally helped settle their luggage and then showed his father, Qiao Sanhuai, around, pointing to the small vegetable patch and water source in front of the courtyard: "Father, if you can't stay idle, you can grow some fruits and vegetables here. Daily water supply is also convenient. It's quiet up in the mountains; if you need to go down to buy anything, or if there's any heavy work to do, just tell the disciples on duty. Don't hesitate to trouble yourself."

After everything was arranged, Qiao Tian led his parents to pay their respects to his master, Wu Yazi.

In a more secluded courtyard on the back mountain, Wu Yazi was reading Taoist scriptures under a tree, accompanied by Xue Muhua. Upon seeing Qiao Tian enter with a simple, elderly couple, Wu Yazi put down his book and smiled gently.

Qiao Tian respectfully introduced: Master, these two are my parents. Father, Mother, this is my mentor, Master Wuyazi.

Seeing that Wu Yazi, though seated in a wheelchair, possessed a refined and extraordinary air, resembling a celestial being from a painting, the Qiao Sanhuai couple immediately prepared to bow in respect. Wu Yazi gently flicked his sleeve, a soft force supporting them as he said softly, "You two need not be so formal. My frail body prevents me from welcoming you from afar; I apologize for my rudeness. Qiao Tian is a gifted and virtuous child; it is my blessing to have him as my disciple. From now on, we are family. Please settle in comfortably here; if you have any needs, please do not hesitate to speak."

Xue Muhua chimed in with a smile, creating a very harmonious atmosphere. Seeing how approachable this seemingly divine master was, Qiao's mother's last trace of unease vanished.

With his parents finally settled, Qiao Tian felt a great weight lifted from his heart, and his mind was at ease. In the days that followed, besides regularly using the Nine Yang True Qi supplemented by the artistic conception of the Marrow Cleansing Classic to nourish and unblock Wu Yazi's broken and blocked meridians, he would also climb alone to the cliffside stone platform at the summit of the main peak to meditate and comprehend the Dao.

He often sat for hours on end, seemingly merging with the churning sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet, his mind empty, sensing the yin and yang changes of heaven and earth, and deducing the rudimentary form of the "Tai Chi" principle in his mind. Wu Yazi, under Xue Muhua's care, often sat in a pavilion not far away, sipping fragrant tea sent by Lingjiu Palace while reading various Taoist classics collected by Qiao Tian. Occasionally, he would look up at his disciple who was in meditation, his eyes full of satisfaction and expectation.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, there is only one and a half months left until the grand opening ceremony of the Wudang Sect, which will be announced to the world.

However, even during this seemingly calm preparation period, undercurrents were already surging and storms were brewing.

Gang leader Wang Jiantong's face turned ashen. Hearing the report from his elders, he slammed his palm on the coffee table beside him. With a "crack," the fine rosewood coffee table shattered instantly!

"Wudang? The sect leader is a child? Qiao Tian? He's Master Xuanku's lay disciple?" Wang Jiantong's voice was icy. "Establishing a sect? Heh, what a boastful tone! When did the martial world become so childish! A mere child dares to presume to establish a sect?"

Several elders nearby were also discussing amongst themselves, their tone filled with disdain and skepticism.

Meanwhile, inside the Great Buddha Hall of Shaolin Temple.

Abbot Xuanci sat in the main seat, flanked by Xuannan, the head of the Bodhidharma Institute, Xuanji, the head of the Discipline Institute, and a host of other eminent monks, including Xuancheng. The atmosphere in the hall was solemn and tense.

Master Xuanci clasped his hands together, slowly opened his eyes, and his gaze swept over his fellow disciples present. His voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable weight:

Amitabha! I'm sure you, my fellow disciples, have heard about this recently. Qiao Tian, ​​a lay disciple of my brother Xuan Ku, will soon be establishing his own sect, 'Wudang,' at Wudang Mountain in northern Hubei. This matter has already been approved by the imperial court and announced to the world.

He paused slightly, looked around at everyone, and slowly asked:

I wonder what everyone thinks about this matter?