Chapter 5 – Seven Heroes of Wudang in Shock

Apart from Mo Shenggu, who had reached the peak Postnatal realm, the other six members of the Seven Heroes of Wudang were at the Innate realm.

This time, they were descending the mountain to participate in a grand event in the martial world, the Sword Trial Tournament hosted by the Divine Sword Villa. As one of the most renowned martial sects in the Ming Dynasty, Wudang naturally received an invitation.

However, at this moment, the expressions on the faces of Song Yuanqiao and the others were far from pleasant. They appeared weary and frustrated.

Zhang Cuishan, in a gloomy tone, said, “Senior Brother, I’m feeling a bit tired. I’ll return to rest first.”

Seeing their usually proud Fifth Senior Brother in this state, Song Yuanqiao raised his hand as if to say something, then sighed deeply and decided against it.

In this Sword Trial Tournament, they were welcomed with open arms, and many martial peers publicly praised and respected them. However, underneath the surface, they could sense the disdain from others.

It couldn’t be helped. Among the Wudang Heroes, the strongest, Song Yuanqiao, was only at the peak Innate realm. Despite being a prominent sect in the Ming Dynasty, Wudang’s second-generation disciples had not produced a single Master, which left them feeling inadequate.

Zhang Cuishan had the best talent among them, and despite his young age, he was currently at the Postnatal realm, second only to Mo Shenggu in terms of cultivation level. The feeling of being looked down upon was particularly hard for him to bear.

He felt like he was bringing shame to their master’s reputation.

Second Senior Brother Yu Lianzhou sighed with regret, “It’s a pity that our aptitude isn’t good enough. We were secretly ridiculed by those Shaolin monks. Our master, who had such a renowned reputation, is losing face because of us …”

The others displayed similar expressions of regret.

In the martial world of the Ming Dynasty, Wudang and Shaolin were held in equal regard. Zhang Sanfeng, their master, had a history of disputes with Shaolin, and this had continued through the generations.

Seeing the despondent expressions of his junior brothers, Song Yuanqiao, as the eldest, felt a strong sense of responsibility.

“Brothers, all blame lies on me being too incompetent and stupid, if I was able to rise to be a Master, we would not be humiliated like this.”

His junior brothers quickly reassured him.

“Senior Brother, there’s no need for you to blame yourself.”

“Blaming Senior Brother for our own lack of talent is unfair.”

“Senior Brother, please don’t blame yourself. We will continue to cultivate diligently. I refuse to believe that the second-generation disciples of Wudang can’t produce a Master!”

“That’s right, we still need to uphold our master’s honor!”

Gradually, their spirits began to lift.

At this moment, they heard Mo Shenggu’s voice in the distance, shouting, “Senior Brothers, what are you all doing standing there? Hurry over!”

It turned out that Zhang Cuishan, who had just left, had been intercepted by Mo Shenggu at some point.

Song Yuanqiao couldn’t help but smile. “Seventh Junior Brother, have you been practicing diligently over these past two months? Is everything in order at the sect?”

Mo Shenggu patted his chest and said with a grin, “Of course! I’ve been diligently practicing every day, and everything at the sect is well. I’m keeping an eye on those little juniors, and Qing Shu can even walk now!”

Third Senior Brother Yu Daiyan chuckled, “It seems that Junior Brother Mo is quite confident. I remember someone avoiding Senior Brother’s inspection every time he came to check our progress.”

Laughter filled the air as everyone’s earlier frustration dissipated.

They teased Mo Shenggu good-naturedly.

However, they soon realized that something was different about Mo Shenggu this time. He was full of excitement and didn’t seem to be hiding anything.

“Get ready to be amazed!” Mo Shenggu said with a mysterious smile.

Everyone exchanged curious glances.

Song Yuanqiao chuckled, “We’ll see how much you’ve improved later. If you’re just bragging, you’ll have to copy the Tao Te Ching a hundred times!”

“Why wait? Senior brothers, please watch!”

Mo Shenggu was eager to show off, like he was presenting a treasure.

After he stood still, he swiftly retreated to an open space in front of everyone. With a crisp sound, his sword was drawn, followed by a dazzling display of swordlight, so dense that it left no room for air. His Daoist robe fluttered with a certain elegance.

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

Mo Shenggu’s long sword was like a dragon, harmonizing yin and yang. With a stroke of his sword, a bright white sword qi shot out, and the wooden stake in front of him was instantly cut in half with a smooth surface.

“How is it, senior brothers?”

Mo Shenggu sheathed his sword and stood there proudly, like a peacock spreading its feathers.

Song Yuanqiao and the others were extremely excited, repeatedly saying: “Seventh Junior Brother, have you also broken through to the Innate Realm?”

“Ha-ha-ha! Excellent! Wudang gains another Innate master!”

Everyone was overjoyed.

Just after returning to the sect, they received this wonderful news, and their moods instantly brightened.

Mo Shenggu was a bit embarrassed by everyone’s compliments, and he scratched his head with a smile.

Zhang Cuishan patted Mo Shenggu’s shoulder with a smile. “Well done, Little Seven. You broke through quietly. With this, the next time you go down the mountain, you can come with us!”

Zhang Sanfeng had an unwritten rule.

His disciples needed to reach the Innate Realm before they could go down the mountain for training. This was not only for dealing with the dangers of the martial world but also for tempering their characters, making them as stable as Mount Tai.

After the laughter, Song Yuanqiao was somewhat puzzled.

“Seventh Junior Brother, I remember you were still some time away from the Innate Realm. Even if it was faster, it would still take one or two years. How did you suddenly achieve a breakthrough? Did you have some kind of enlightenment?”

He was the eldest senior brother.

He often monitored the progress of his junior brothers’ cultivation and knew their levels very well.

Mo Shenggu suddenly smiled mysteriously.

“That’s exactly what I want to tell you.”

This immediately piqued their curiosity.

A little later, in the Mingqing Hall, Song Yuanqiao and the others sat together, their eyes wide open, and their expressions dumbfounded, like a group of statues.

Even Song Yuanqiao, who usually maintained his composure, was overwhelmed.

Mo Shenggu looked at his senior brothers’ stunned expressions and couldn’t help but smirk.

When he had first learned about the Yin-Yang Infinite Technique from Ning Changge, he had reacted similarly. Now, seeing the same reactions in his senior brothers was quite satisfying.

Coughing lightly, Mo Shenggu cleared his throat and said innocently, “Is it really that surprising? Don’t forget, our little junior brother is a monster! You all know that!”

At this point, Song Yuanqiao and the others finally came to their senses and stared at Mo Shenggu.

“Seventh Junior Brother, are you absolutely sure that this Yin-Yang Infinite Technique was created by our junior brother?”

These people were all experts in the innate realm and could naturally see the extraordinary nature of this martial art. It could be said that it was several times more powerful than the previously known Pure Yang Infinite Technique. Not only was it faster to cultivate, but it also had greater power. It was undoubtedly a divine art, and the most incredible kind of divine art!

Song Yuanqiao felt that if he were to switch to practicing this Yin-Yang Infinite Technique, he might have a chance to break through to the Master realm.

Mo Shenggu couldn’t help but feel a bit choked up. “I’m telling the truth. It’s not like our junior brother wanted me gone, so he made this up just to get rid of me, right? How could I advance to the Innate realm so quickly otherwise?”

They all shook their heads in unison, trusting Mo Shenggu’s words.

Then, Song Yuanqiao couldn’t help but look towards the direction of the scripture chamber, a sense of awe in his eyes.

“Our junior brother is truly a monster! This level of comprehension is beyond belief!”

He had just started practicing not long ago, and he had created a divine art even more powerful than the Pure Yang Infinite Technique. This was nothing short of monstrous talent.

Afterward, he slapped his thigh, a revelation hitting him. “No, we must inform our master about this as soon as possible!”