Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 118

When Zhang Sanfeng’s voice announcing his attainment of the Dao merged with the world, the martial world of Ming was shaken. Every Land Immortal had their thoughts. A new Land Immortal meant Wudang’s prestige would soar, and they sought to strengthen ties with Wudang.

Previously, Ning Changge’s combat prowess was extraordinary, but if he faced a major setback and failed to become a Land Immortal, he would only live for three centuries.

Now, Zhang Sanfeng was a bona fide Land Immortal with a lifespan of five hundred years. Wudang’s rise was unstoppable!

While the martial world was abuzz, Wudang was filled with joy and celebration.

“We congratulate Master (Grandmaster) on attaining the Land Immortal realm, with a lifespan of five hundred years, free to roam the world!” The voices echoed to the heavens, making the white-robed Daoist in the sky laugh heartily, feeling elated.

Zhang Sanfeng slowly descended from the sky, appearing before everyone. “No need for such formalities. Have you all become distant from your master during my seclusion?” he joked, smiling. Ning Changge and the others smiled back. Their master was still the same, never a harsh or stern teacher.

“Master, we’ve missed you!” Mo Shenggu laughed. He was the most carefree of the group, thinking the arrival of a junior brother would change things, but Ning Changge turned out to be a prodigy with a calm demeanor even at ten years old. So, Mo Shenggu remained the carefree one.

Zhang Sanfeng playfully tapped Mo Shenggu’s head with his whisk, making him wince, causing everyone to laugh. Zhang Sanfeng looked at his disciples with joy. “I’ve been in seclusion for over a year. How have you and Wudang been?”

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At this, Song Yuanqiao and the others perked up. Even the usually composed Song Yuanqiao couldn’t help but exude his aura, eager to show his progress. Ning Changge chuckled at his senior brothers, all in their fifties, still acting like kids.

But they only acted this way in front of Zhang Sanfeng and Ning Changge. Zhang Sanfeng, seeing his disciples’ proud expressions, looked over calmly.

“Hmm, not bad. You’re all grandmasters now, even Little Seven. It seems you haven’t been slacking off.”

Despite his calm demeanor, Zhang Sanfeng was inwardly shocked. How had his disciples progressed so quickly in just over a year?

When he entered seclusion, Little Six and Little Seven were still masters, but now they were grandmasters!

And the strongest, Zhang Cuishan, was already on the path to becoming a Heaven-Man expert.

Seeing their expectant faces, he softened and praised, “Indeed, well done. It seems you’ve been working hard.”

The disciples beamed with pride, feeling elated by their master’s praise. “But I guess this is also thanks to your junior brother’s help,” Zhang Sanfeng said, looking at his youngest and most talented disciple.

Even as a newly ascended Land Immortal, he felt he couldn’t fully comprehend Ning Changge.

Ning Changge smiled modestly, not seeking credit. Song Yuanqiao eagerly added, “Master, you’re right. In the past year, our junior brother has established numerous foundations for Wudang. You should see your grand-disciples first.”

Zhang Sanfeng turned to see the respectful group of grand-disciples, stunned by their numbers and cultivation levels. Each was at least at the innate stage, with many grandmasters among them. He knew how difficult it was to train a disciple to the grandmaster level. Before Ning Changge created the Yin-Yang Wuji Technique, none of the Wudang Seven Heroes were grandmasters. But now, there were so many grandmaster-level grand-disciples!

Seeing Wudang’s growth, Zhang Sanfeng felt immense pride. “Good! Very good! I’m very pleased!” He laughed heartily but soon noticed something unusual. Among the group was a small monkey, standing out.

“What’s this?” he asked. Ning Changge stepped forward to explain, “This is Jin Ling, a Daoist boy I took in. Though a golden monkey, he has human-like intelligence and follows me in the Sutra Pavilion.”

Hearing that Jin Ling was Ning Changge’s disciple, Zhang Sanfeng, perhaps out of affection for his disciple, called Jin Ling over. “Jin Ling, come here and let me see you.”

Jin Ling approached respectfully, bowing and saluting, pleasing Zhang Sanfeng even more. “Good, good! Follow Changge well; this is your opportunity.”

Jin Ling nodded repeatedly. Zhang Sanfeng sensed Jin Ling’s extraordinary nature and felt even more gratified. Looking at his disciples, he urged, “It seems a lot has happened during my seclusion. Tell me everything!”

The disciples laughed, and Song Yuanqiao finally stopped teasing, saying, “Our junior brother has established three foundations for Wudang: the Heaven-Man Tomb, the Seven Stars Gathering Spirit Formation, and the Spiritual Herb Garden!”

Zhang Sanfeng’s eyes lit up. “What is the Heaven-Man Tomb?” Song Yuanqiao and the others led him to the ancient trees in the distance.

“This is it. On the day the Dragon-Slaying Saber was destroyed, our junior brother established the Heaven-Man Tomb before the heroes of the world. Any peerless Heaven-Man expert who falls at Wudang can be buried here.”

Zhang Sanfeng stood in awe, feeling the grandeur of the tomb.

The intertwining auras of numerous Heaven-Man paths, including swordsmanship, demonic blades, dragon-elephant golden bodies, and dragon-subduing palm intent, were palpable. He even recognized traces of familiar experts.

Moreover, these paths were evolving within the tomb, giving birth to new, even more powerful paths. The continuous interplay of life and death created profound mysteries beyond his comprehension. He realized that Wudang disciples could easily comprehend these paths, making it an unparalleled foundation.

“Did Changge bury all these?” he asked, stunned. Ning Changge smiled modestly. Zhang Sanfeng felt a sense of urgency. “What about the Seven Stars Gathering Spirit Formation?”

Song Yuanqiao smiled, “Master, haven’t you noticed any changes on Tianzhu Peak?” Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, his eyes lighting up. He had felt that resonating with the world’s power had become incredibly easy, and his body felt more comfortable. He had attributed it to his own progress, but now he realized it wasn’t.

“Stop teasing me!” Zhang Sanfeng exclaimed, playfully tapping Song Yuanqiao with his whisk.

Song Yuanqiao protested, “Master, I’m innocent! Only our junior brother can activate the Seven Stars Gathering Spirit Formation. I can’t show you even if I want to!”