Swords emerge from Mount Hua, sweeping across the heavens from the world of Swordsman.

Seeing his reaction, Yue Zhuoqun said no more, and with a slight gesture of support, spiraling energy surged forth.

puff~

The arrow was instantly pulled out, and two jets of blood spurted from the wound.

Chang Yuchun trembled, but he stubbornly endured the pain without even uttering a groan.

What a man!

Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Wuji, who witnessed all of this, were secretly moved.

The two arrows pierced his shoulders, and the pain of forcibly removing them would be unbearable for most people.

Yue Zhuoqun did not pause for a moment. After pulling out the arrow, he activated the Wanshou Daozang Gong. Purple internal energy enveloped Chang Yuchun's body and flowed in from his four acupoints: Zigong, Zhongting, Guanyuan, and Tianchi, beginning to repair the damaged meridians and six palaces.

"Such refined Taoist internal energy!"

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes gleamed with admiration, and he couldn't help but express his feelings.

He founded the Wudang School and created Tai Chi, but the foundation of martial arts training lies in Shaolin Kung Fu.

Now, the main internal energy cultivation method has been changed to Wudang Nine Yang Skill, which is a top-notch internal energy cultivation method in the world. However, the internal energy cultivated is still far inferior to that of Yue Zhuoqun.

Moreover, he could clearly sense that this purple internal energy was not only pure, but also unpredictable in its characteristics.

It appears to be balanced and peaceful, yet it possesses a surging and profound power like ten thousand layers of waves, and when exerting force, it spirals out of control.

Most importantly, it contains immense life force, making it exceptionally effective at healing injuries.

Chang Yuchun's internal organs, which had been severely damaged by the Heart-Severing Palm, were slowly recovering under the influence of this internal force.

In the original work, Hu Qingniu's medical book in Butterfly Valley contains a treatment method for Heart-Severing Palm, but the content is very rough and brief.

It is said that one should start with four acupoints: Zigong, Zhongting, Guanyuan, and Tianchi, and treat the changes of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, observe the five signs of cold, heat, dryness, dampness, and wind, and prescribe medicine according to the five emotions of the injured person: joy, anger, thought, worry, and fear.

However, everyone's physical condition is different, and the need to adjust the acupuncture and medication according to the situation is crucial. The changes often depend on one's own mind, and the treatment effect can be completely different if one is not careful.

After reading the medical book, Zhang Wuji successfully healed Chang Yuchun's injuries, but it also left great damage to his body, reducing Chang Yuchun's lifespan by forty years.

The internal energy of the Longevity Daoist Canon has been considered in so many ways. Wherever the vital energy it contains passes, the damaged internal organs are all repaired without causing any residual damage.

Half an hour later, Yue Zhuoqun withdrew his hand, and Chang Yuchun's pale face turned rosy.

"I have already helped you resolve the damage to your foundation. The rest is just a matter of gradual recuperation. You should be fully recovered in two months at most."

"Thank you, Commander. From now on, whatever orders you give, Chang Yuchun will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Chang Yuchun knelt down and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Yue Zhuoqun.

"Haha, you're welcome!"

Yue Zhuoqun laughed loudly and pulled him up from the ground.

Chang Yuchun was a top-notch general of his time, and his future potential was self-evident.

"Fellow Daoist Yue's authentic Taoist internal strength is truly astounding. It's just a pity... alas!"

"It's a pity that it can't suppress the insidious internal energy of the Xuanming Divine Palm?"

Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback, then smiled wryly and said, "So you figured it out too."

That's exactly what he regrets.

Zhang Wuji was struck by the Xuanming Divine Palm, and his injury was completely different from Chang Yuchun's. It was caused by the Yin poisonous internal force entangled his meridians, which required the use of the most Yang internal energy to remove.

If Yue Zhuoqun's internal energy possessed the characteristic of extreme yang, he would even swallow his pride and ask Yue Zhuoqun for help with the treatment.

However, Yue Zhuoqun's next words stirred his excitement once again.

“Master Zhang, there’s no need to be disappointed. I’ve been fortunate enough to practice the Xuanming Divine Palm before, so I know how to counter it.”

"What! You also know the Xuanming Divine Palm?"

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng was extremely curious about Yue Zhuoqun's background.

Despite being the flag bearer of the Ming Cult, he was also proficient in the Dali Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill, authentic Taoist internal energy cultivation methods, and the Xuanming Divine Palm of the Hundred Losses Taoist.

These three traditions seem completely unrelated.

Moreover, he had never heard of the name Yue Zhuoqun before today; it was as if the name had appeared out of thin air.

"I have a favor to ask. Could you please help my grand-disciple neutralize the poison from his palm strike? Whatever the conditions, as long as it does not violate the code of chivalry, I am willing to agree."

“Master Zhang is a grandmaster of martial arts; there’s no need to make conditions for such a small favor.”

Zhang Sanfeng waved his hand firmly: "This old Taoist is not one to forget kindness."

The hardest debt to repay in the world is a debt of gratitude. He wasn't afraid of Yue Zhuoqun making any difficult requests, but not making any requests made him hesitate.

After all, Yue Zhuoqun was the flag bearer of the Ming Cult, while he was the leader of the Wudang Sect. He really didn't want to owe such a favor.

“Master Zhang previously acted righteously to stop the Mongol Tartars from indiscriminately killing innocent people, and our Ming Cult should repay him in kind.”

Zhang Wuji is the grandson of the White-Browed Eagle King of my Ming Cult and the adopted son of the Golden-Haired Lion King. He's practically a disciple of the Ming Cult. Out of respect for the Eagle King and the Lion King, I should intervene.

To complete the main quest, you definitely need to integrate the Ming Cult forces first.

The White-browed Eagle King is of high status, and the Sky Eagle Sect is also quite powerful, so doing him such a favor is very worthwhile.

Zhang Sanfeng's heart sank; he least wanted to see Zhang Wuji and the Ming Cult become entangled again.

After all, the fact that the third disciple was crippled and the fifth disciple committed suicide were both related to the Ming Cult.

But before he could speak, Yue Zhuoqun continued:

"Yu Sanxia was crippled for life because of the Eagle Sect, and Zhang Wuxia committed suicide to keep the Lion King's whereabouts a secret. These two incidents caused considerable discord between Wudang and Ming Cult."

"If I save Zhang Wuji today, how about we resolve the feud between our two factions?"

Zhang Sanfeng was a magnanimous man, but the fate of his two beloved disciples left him with lingering resentment towards the Ming Cult.

Although he did not actively seek revenge, he did not stop the righteous sects from besieging Bright Peak, and even agreed to let the Wudang disciples participate.

Today, with the help of Zhang Wuji, resolving the feud between the two factions is indeed a wonderful thing.

Zhang Sanfeng remained silent for a moment, then finally sighed:

"If I continue to hesitate after hearing such words from Fellow Daoist Yue, it would only make me seem petty."

"But the Ming Cult is currently plagued by internal discord. Can you truly represent the entire Ming Cult?"

"It doesn't mean it will be true now, nor does it mean it will be true in the future," Yue Zhuoqun said with a confident smile.

"Alright, then let's agree on this, and from now on, the grudges between Wudang and Ming Cult will be settled."

Chapter 99 The Way of Tai Chi

Under Yue Zhuoqun's skillful manipulation, the Xuanming Divine Palm's cold poison in Zhang Wuji's body was gradually neutralized, and expelled through his pores with sweat.

This process lasted for about 15 minutes. After the cold toxins were completely expelled, his clothes were soaked with sweat and stuck to his skin.

However, her face was rosy, and she not only didn't feel cold, but felt warm all over.

This is the first time I've felt this comfortable since being hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm.

"Thank you, Brother Yue, for saving my life."

Unlike Zhang Sanfeng, he had a good impression of Yue Zhuoqun.

Perhaps it was because Yue Zhuoqun, his mother, maternal grandfather, and adoptive father all belonged to the Ming Cult, and they naturally felt a sense of closeness to Yue Zhuoqun.

Yue Zhuoqun nodded calmly, without saying anything more.

But he was deep in thought that Zhang Wuji's later opportunities were closely related to the Xuanming Divine Palm he had been struck by.

Now that his injuries have healed, there's no need to go to Butterfly Valley anymore. But I'm afraid he won't have the chance to find the Nine Yang Divine Skill, let alone enter the Ming Cult's underground cave to learn the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth.

It's hard to say how high they can go in the future.

But none of this had anything to do with him.

He didn't have much affection for Zhang Wuji's indecisive nature, and it was good that he could change his fate and get rid of his ties with the Ming Cult.

Ignoring Zhang Wuji's inner joy, he stood up and walked towards Zhang Sanfeng, saying:

"Master Zhang, I have always wanted to learn the secrets of Tai Chi. I wonder if you can grant me this wish today?"

Zhang Sanfeng is the strongest fighter in the world of Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber. It would be a real shame not to have a fight with him since we've met.

Zhang Sanfeng smiled and nodded: "I'm also itching to learn from Fellow Daoist Yue's martial arts skills."

As he got older, he rarely fought with others, not because he had become indifferent to the world, but because he could not find any opponents.

After all, how could someone who had quelled the demons for sixty years not be warlike?

"please!"

The two walked out of the house and stood in the yard.

Chang Yuchun and Zhang Wuji stood not far away, their faces filled with excitement. Even Zhou Zhiruo and Zhou Tiansheng suppressed their grief and came out to watch.

With Zhang Sanfeng, hailed as the greatest martial artist in the world, taking action, this is a rare and precious battle.

Yue Zhuoqun and Zhang Sanfeng stood facing each other, wearing different Taoist robes but with similar ethereal and otherworldly airs.

The two stood calmly in the arena, without displaying any earth-shattering aura, yet they revealed not a single flaw.