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

A gentle breeze blew by, causing their Taoist robes to flutter.

In an instant, their figures disappeared from the spot and reunited.

Yue Zhuoqun slapped Zhang Sanfeng's shoulder with his palm. This palm strike was unremarkable, without any fierce attack, but its speed was unparalleled.

This is a palm strike that turns the impossible into the possible; very few people in the world can escape it.

However, the palm strike did not land properly. Zhang Sanfeng merely flicked his sleeve, creating a ripple in front of him. With each ripple and turn, the palm strike was redirected to empty space.

At the same time, his other hand suddenly swung out, striking Yue Zhuoqun's chest at a strange and unpredictable angle.

Let's be completely open and honest with each other!

Zhang Sanfeng had known the Condor Hero in his early years and received three pieces of instruction from him: "Sincere Talk," "Accessible from All Directions," and "Who Will Win?"

These three moves have names similar to those of the Ecstasy Palm, but their principles are vastly different. They are executed with ease and control, possess immense power, and contain numerous deadly techniques, making them invincible against enemies.

After decades of refinement, the design has become even more sophisticated. It may appear to be aimed at the chest, but if you try to block it directly, it can instantly change direction and attack other parts of the body.

Yue Zhuoqun understood the secret, and instead of blocking his palm strike, he grabbed at Zhang Sanfeng's wrist with a claw.

This move was incredibly clever, demonstrating a deep understanding of the principle of attacking the enemy while protecting oneself.

No matter how many ingenious variations the "open your heart" move has, as long as you don't withdraw your palm to dodge, your wrist will be twisted and broken just before it hits your chest.

"Great move!"

Zhang Sanfeng raised an eyebrow in admiration.

I knew Yue Zhuoqun possessed several extraordinary skills, but I never expected him to have such rich combat experience at such a young age.

He flipped his palm upwards and pointed his fingers like a sword at Yue Zhuoqun's wrist.

The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen is one of the ultimate sword techniques of the Wudang School. Each move is different, but they all attack the enemy's Shenmen acupoint.

The Shenmen acupoint is located at the side end of the wrist crease, not far from the pulse.

Once this acupoint is struck, the palm cannot exert any force, and even if you are wielding a weapon and are proficient in various moves, it will be difficult to use them.

He wielded the sword with his fingers, swiftly and fiercely.

However, the attack stopped a second later because Yue Zhuoqun somehow changed his claw strike into a two-finger strike, firmly clamping down on his finger sword.

This abruptness was incomprehensible even to Zhang Sanfeng, who had lived for over a hundred years; it was as if he himself had willingly placed his sword finger between Yue Zhuoqun's two fingers.

Before his sense of abruptness could dissipate, Yue Zhuoqun's actions changed again. With a flick of his two fingers, he forcibly twisted the direction of his sword finger, pointing it toward his own chest.

His internal energy surged, shaking Yue Zhuoqun's palm away, thus neutralizing the sudden attack.

"Huh? Using the opponent's force against them, returning their moves to their own, your martial arts technique is quite similar to the principles of my Tai Chi."

Zhang Sanfeng's gaze toward Yue Zhuoqun was filled with astonishment.

Their various moves, though seemingly simple and straightforward, were as treacherous as underwater currents.

He has faced countless people in his life, but at most, only a handful could match his skill level.

Overjoyed at the sight of his prey, he abandoned all other martial arts techniques and directly employed Tai Chi.

As he unleashed his fist technique, a whirlwind swirled beneath his feet, and the withered leaves on the ground transformed into a Tai Chi pattern.

The surging internal energy transformed into an invisible internal force field within several meters of his body, perfectly round and constantly flowing.

At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng's entire demeanor changed; he seemed to exist in his own world.

"You have already entered the Innate Realm?"

Yue Zhuoqun's expression turned serious, and he asked.

"I can only be considered half a step into the Innate Realm! My Tai Chi Dao is not yet perfect. Only when it is perfected will I truly enter the Innate Realm."

The Way of Tai Chi, the martial arts philosophy of Zhang Sanfeng.

Understanding life and death, and comprehending the way of martial arts, are both paths to entering the Innate Realm.

However, understanding life and death is too difficult, and not everyone can do it. Zhang Sanfeng chose the latter path.

"Alright, let me see the power of a half-step innate realm cultivator."

Yue Zhuoqun took a deep breath, mobilized his energy and spirit to the limit, and his purple spiral internal force surged.

Boom!

The void trembled, and he charged directly into the Tai Chi force field.

Great Demon Hand!

With a single punch, countless moves were unleashed, ultimately converging into a single blow that struck Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng moved his arms slightly, and with what appeared to be a slow but actually lightning-fast motion, he placed them on his fist.

The Great Demon Hand's attack power was devastating.

However, after it surged into Zhang Sanfeng's arm, his upper body swayed and immediately released it out of his body, pulling Yue Zhuoqun's body forward as well.

This is no longer just the power of Tai Chi, but also the mobilization of the power of heaven and earth within the Tai Chi force field.

Zhang Sanfeng's body formed a great cycle with the outside world, mobilizing heaven and earth to exert pressure.

hum!

Yue Zhuoqun's body shimmered with golden light as he simultaneously unleashed the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill and the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, causing his physical strength to surge dozens of times, making him as steady as a pillar in the middle of a raging torrent.

"The Way of Tai Chi, which draws upon the forces of heaven and earth to create its own world, is indeed terrifying! Since that's the case, then I will break it with force!"

"Break for me!" A punch was thrown out, carrying the sound of a dragon and elephant, creating a vacuum in the air.

The smooth, rounded Tai Chi force field paused.

"Boom!"

The space trembled violently, and a violent force raged.

Chapter 100 Ambition for the World

The combination of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill elevated Yue Zhuoqun's physical strength to a terrifying level. While he could not sweep across mountains and rivers, he could certainly shatter a mountain with a single punch.

Even if the Tai Chi force field mobilized the power of heaven and earth, it couldn't withstand this punch and was torn apart.

Boom!

The ground subsided, and dirt flew everywhere.

Yue Zhuoqun and Zhang Sanfeng also retreated at the same time, silently adjusting their breathing for a moment before calming their turbulent emotions.

Looking at the field again, a large pit, five or six meters deep, appeared, and the air was filled with the smell of soil.

"His body is as strong as a dragon, and he can break through all laws with his strength. Fellow Daoist Yue possesses several divine skills, which is truly astonishing."

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head and sighed.

He secretly rejoiced that he had just managed to resolve the feud with Zhang Wuji and the Ming Cult; otherwise, Wudang would have faced difficulties after his death.

"Master Zhang's Tai Chi path has opened up a new martial art, which I greatly admire," Yue Zhuoqun said with a smile.

If it weren't for having mastered two powerful external martial arts techniques, it would have been very difficult to break through the opponent's Tai Chi force field relying solely on internal energy and techniques.

"Hahaha, I've just lived a few years longer and my understanding of martial arts is a bit ahead of others. If Fellow Daoist Yue were given another twenty years to grasp the essence of martial arts, I'm afraid I wouldn't be good enough for him." Zhang Sanfeng laughed heartily, making no attempt to hide his appreciation and admiration for Yue Zhuoqun.

"Fellow Daoist Yue, you are highly skilled in martial arts and possess authentic Daoist mental techniques. You are fully capable of creating your own sect. Why bother being a mere flag bearer in the Ming Cult?"

"If you're willing, this old Taoist priest can support you in establishing a new Taoist sect, and it's not impossible for it to surpass Wudang in the future."

The more he admired Yue Zhuoqun, the less he wanted to see Yue Zhuoqun mired in the quagmire of the evil cult.

"It seems that the real person still has a very bad impression of the Ming Cult."

"It's not that I have any prejudice against good or evil, it's just that the Ming Cult disciples have committed too much killing in the martial arts world over the years."

It is true that the Ming Cult fought against the Yuan Mongols, but it is also true that they indiscriminately killed innocent people.

Leaving aside others, the killings committed by Xie Xun, the Golden Lion King, are too numerous to count.

Although he was the one whose entire family was wiped out by Cheng Kun, and he wanted to lure Cheng Kun out with the killings so he could take revenge, what wrong had those innocent people who died at his hands done?

Yue Zhuoqun nodded: "What Master Zhang said is indeed correct, but my ambition is not in the continuation of a sect or in stability, but in the world."

"The world?"

With one hand behind his back, Yue Zhuoqun gazed at the distant sky and said in a deep voice:

"How vast is my Central Plains! Now it has fallen under the iron hooves of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, and millions of Han people are suffering enslavement and living a life worse than death."

If even those of us with the ability are unwilling to stand up and resist, clinging only to the stability of our own small territories, when will the suffering of the Han people end?

"You want to save all the people of this world?" Zhang Sanfeng's body trembled, and he looked at Yue Zhuoqun with a complicated expression: "This path is very difficult!"

"The rise and fall, everyone is responsible."

Yue Zhuoqun said solemnly, "No matter how high one's martial arts skills are, one cannot save the whole world. But if thousands of like-minded friends come together, even if the road is full of hardships, it is enough to pave a road to prosperity. And what the Ming Cult has in no shortage of are such benevolent and righteous people."

A silence fell over the room as the group gazed at Yue Zhuoqun's retreating figure, which seemed like a towering mountain standing before them.

"What a powerful statement: 'The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen!'" Chang Yuchun's face flushed red, tears welled in his eyes, and his gaze was filled with reverence.

Yue Zhuoqun smiled slightly, turned around and continued, "The Ming Cult has a terrible reputation in the martial arts world. So-called righteous people have listed countless crimes against us."