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Ning Chen sensed that it might have gained some benefits from this spiritual waterfall.
Unexpectedly, the benefits it received were no less than those it received.
The advancement in the game "The Legend of Sword and Fairy" is not limited to just one major realm.
It should be understood that the difference in power between magic weapons of different realms is like heaven and earth.
said with no exaggeration.
Even in the hands of a three-year-old child, a Heavenly Immortal Sword can move mountains and destroy cities with a single casual strike!
Looking at the long river of spiritual energy in the sky that had not yet completely dissipated, Ning Chen looked down at Wudang Mountain.
"They should be given some good fortune as well."
Where countless gazes converge
Ning Chen slowly stood up, holding his immortal sword, and casually cleaved through the thick layer of spiritual energy clouds with a single stroke.
The waters of the Spirit River come from the heavens!
Fine, spiritual raindrops fell into Wudang Mountain.
Sixty percent of the spiritual energy raindrops fell on Zhao Ling'er and Xiaolongnu.
One-tenth of the prize money went to Zhang Sanfeng, and another tenth to the Seven Heroes of Wudang, Zhang Wuji, Yin Susu, and Xie Xun.
One-tenth of the prize money fell on the numerous Wudang disciples.
The remaining spiritual energy flowed into the Wudang Mountains and waters.
Ning Chen nodded in satisfaction, sheathed his sword, and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the horizon.
Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand, dismissing the many Wudang disciples who had gathered to watch.
"Young friend Ning must have something to take care of. Alright, we may all disperse."
……
Ning Chen left Wudang Mountain and used the Flowing Light and Shadow Technique, which greatly increased his speed.
In just a few breaths, we arrived at Shaolin Temple.
The Shaolin Temple is currently shrouded in an atmosphere of sorrow.
With all four great monks dead, the future of Shaolin Temple is shrouded in uncertainty.
In contrast, Wudang was designated as a sacred place of martial arts by the Mongol Yuan dynasty, and its founder, Master Zhang, was even revered as the national teacher.
With the rise and fall of one, the decline of Shaolin is already a foregone conclusion.
Ning Chen, too lazy to listen to the old monks' sighs, headed straight for his destination.
The Sutra Repository.
On this day, a scruffy-bearded monk sweeping the floor entered the attic and put down his broom.
Pick up the scattered "Finger of Flowers" manual from the ground and blow off the dust.
"The wind and rain urge us onward. I told that little monk Kongwen not to go to Wudang Mountain long ago. Alas."
The sweeping monk walked slowly, seemingly accustomed to talking to himself.
"Monks who have renounced worldly life are blinded by hatred and misled by the allure of precious treasures, thus falling into a lower realm..."
At one point, the sweeping monk suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The unspoken words remained stuck in his throat.
As he turned a corner, he was surprised to see a young man dressed in a black and white Taoist robe standing in the middle of the bookshelf.
It is naturally Ning Chen.
"My name is Ning Chen. I have come to borrow the Yi Jin Jing for a look. I wonder if you, Master, could do me this favor?"
The sweeping monk was startled when he saw the young man in front of him speaking with a faint smile.
He hadn't noticed anything amiss from the moment he put down the broom and entered the room. There were other people inside the library.
"With such skill, isn't it a pity that the master is just a sweeping monk?"
Ning Chen observed that his inner strength was so profound that it even far surpassed that of Abbot Kongwen.
As expected, even the sweeping monks of Shaolin Temple are extraordinary.
“Monks are not attached to worldly appearances, so why do you look at them with worldly eyes?”
The sweeping monk clasped his hands together in prayer.
"I know I am no match for you, but the Yi Jin Jing is a secret of our temple and I must not give it away."
They strolled around right under my nose without me noticing.
Therefore, the moment the Sweeper Monk saw Ning Chen, he knew that Ning Chen's strength surpassed his own.
Having said that, the sweeping monk stomped his foot heavily on the ground, his figure shooting out like an arrow, striking first.
Ning Chen smiled calmly and used the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to meet him.
In just a dozen breaths, the two had already exchanged over a hundred moves.
113 The sweeping monk's chest heaved as he knelt on the ground.
In contrast, Ning Chen's breathing was steady, as if he hadn't even warmed up yet.
"This old monk admits his inferiority. You are kind-hearted and did not kill me. Well done!"
The sweeping monk reached into his robes and took out a yellowed manual, handing it to Ning Chen and saying,
“Please take this Yi Jin Jing, and I will copy it from memory and keep it in the pavilion.”
Ning Chen nodded his thanks, left two pills, and then drifted away.
……
Not long after, Ning Chen landed on Mount Emei.
When they landed, Abbess Miejue had just led her disciples back to the mountain.
The swelling on her face had subsided, but her complexion was somewhat pale, which gave her a sickly beauty.
As soon as Abbess Miejue reached the top of Mount Emei, her eyes widened suddenly, as if she had seen a ghost, and she staggered back several steps in a daze.
Ning Chen laughed nonchalantly, "Is it really necessary?"
Many of the female disciples of Emei also noticed Ning Chen, drew their swords, and slowly retreated.
"The Heaven-Slaying Sword has already been taken from you, what more do you want..."
"I ask weakly," Abbess Miejue asked.
"I'd like to borrow your 'Emei Nine Yang Skill' for a look."
Ning Chen got straight to the point, without hiding anything.
"No... no."
Abbess Miejue slowly shook her head.
She has already lost her ancestor's Heaven-Slaying Sword; if she were to lose even her ancestor's martial arts techniques, she would be in even worse shape.
How could she face the ancestors of the Emei Sect?
"Oh?"
Ning Chen's gaze sharpened, and he instantly closed in on Abbess Miejue.
With a flick of his sleeves, an invisible barrier separated the two from the sight of the other disciples.
It was the Thousand Star Remnant Light Rune Array that concealed its form.
"Evil magic?!"
Abbess Miejue turned pale with shock, as she realized that the disciples outside were ignoring them.
"What exactly do you want?!" Her voice trembled as she tried to remain calm.
Ning Chen lifted her chin with his fingertips, his gaze sweeping over her still charming but terrified face.
A playful smile curved his lips: "What do you think?"
Stab it!
With a sharp tearing sound, the collar of the white robe ripped open, revealing a glimpse of the smooth, white neck and shoulders beneath the plain white undergarment.
……
An hour later, Ning Chen held in his hand a piece of silk that was still wet with ink and had been torn from somewhere.
The inscription above is written in red ink: "Emei Chunyang Gong".
He smiled meaningfully, glanced at the distraught and tear-streaked Miejue, and then rode away on the wind.
They sped along like lightning, heading straight for the Kunlun Mountains in the northwest.
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