One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

The leaders and disciples of many sects all looked at the two streaks of light flying down from Wudang Mountain. They thought it was some special celestial phenomenon, but when the two streaks of light were about to hit them, they realized that the streaks of light were actually two people.

The two streaks of light descended, revealing two young Taoist priests dressed in robes. One was unassuming in appearance, while the other was dressed in opulent attire, his robe embroidered with gold thread. His black and white gradient robe resembled a fine garment rather than a Taoist robe. (For a more detailed look, see "Wuchen Lingxiao's Feathers," it's quite beautiful.)

Their arrival caught everyone present somewhat off guard. Not only the five leading sects, but even the young Taoist boy in front of the Wudang Mountain Sword-Unlocking Pool was at a loss.

They had indeed seen these two distinguished guests who had already gone up the mountain, but why did they suddenly come down from the mountain?

Just as they were all completely confused, a figure leaped down from the mountain, soaring into the air and landing repeatedly. Everyone immediately recognized that this was Wudang's unique lightness skill, the "Ladder Cloud Leap."

In no time, the figure arrived at the Sword-Unraveling Pool halfway up Wudang Mountain. This person was none other than Song Qingshu, the eldest disciple of the third generation of Wudang, son of Song Yuanqiao.

“My two junior uncles, you came down so fast. My father told me to hurry up and catch up with you, so I used the Cloud Ladder Leap to jump down the mountain as fast as I could, and I'm still almost half an incense stick's time behind you.”

To be fair, Song Qingshu's cultivation level was not low at the age of fifteen or sixteen. He had already reached the fourth rank of martial arts. When he turned 18, he might be able to break through to the third rank or even the second rank of minor grandmaster.

However, he can only be considered an ordinary genius, far inferior to a true prodigy. A prodigy is at least someone like Lei Wujie, who, at the young age of seventeen or eighteen, already possesses the Vajra Realm cultivation.

Not to mention prodigies like Xiao Chuhe, Ye Anshi, and Xu Fengnian. Leaving aside the first two, Xu Fengnian has gone from having no cultivation to the peak of the late stage of the ninth level of Qi Refining in less than half a year. His strength is comparable to a second-grade minor grandmaster.

If he could advance just one more step and reach the peak of Qi Refining, he would be able to rival the Vajra Realm. This has only been half a year; it's clear just how high Xu Fengnian's talent is. After all, he inherited the True Martial Qi and the fortune of the Great Qin Emperor from a thousand years ago; such talent is perfectly normal.

"Junior Uncle? Senior Brother, when did our Wudang Mountain get two Junior Uncles?"

Upon hearing Song Qingshu address Sun Yao and Hong Xixiang as Junior Uncle, the young Taoist boy guarding the Sword-Unlocking Pool was somewhat puzzled.

"These two are junior uncles from the Northern Branch of Wudang. They came to Wudang this time to celebrate Grandmaster's birthday. You don't need to worry about things here. Junior uncles will handle the rest."

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he turned to look at the various sects in front of the Sword-Unlocking Pool. "Greetings, everyone. Wudang Mountain understands your thoughts. From now on, my junior uncle will be in charge of all matters in front of the pool, representing Wudang's stance. This is what my grandmaster has already said, so you need not doubt it."

Junior Uncle, I'm leaving things here to you. I'll just listen in and see what you've got to do.

Song Qingshu overheard the conversation between Mo Shenggu, Yin Liting, and Sun Yao. He had dared to charge into the enemy lines alone against eight thousand iron cavalry, and had single-handedly slaughtered them, leaving not a single one alive.

Such a prodigy was also his disciple from Wudang. Song Qingshu's admiration for Sun Yao was like a surging river, never-ending.

After Song Qingshu finished speaking, he stepped back behind Sun Yao and the others. Sun Yao nodded and stepped forward to stand in front of them.

"Have you all come today to congratulate my martial uncle, the Venerable Zhang Sanfeng, on his birthday?"

"Of course, we naturally come to offer our congratulations on the centenary of Master Zhang Sanfeng!"

These people from various schools and sects almost unanimously said that even though they had their own ulterior motives, they still had to put on a good show.

"Since you are guests at my Wudang Mountain, you should understand the saying 'when in Rome, do as the Romans do.' My Wudang Mountain has a rule that non-Wudang people are not allowed to bring weapons up the mountain. You should leave your weapons in front of the Wudang Sword-Unbinding Pool."

Wudang Mountain is no small, insignificant place; no one has ever dared to steal your personal weapons in front of us. If any thief dares to even consider such a thing, Wudang guarantees that the entire world will hunt them down and retrieve all your personal weapons.

“What this young hero says makes sense, but we carry our weapons with us every day. What if something happens and we lose our weapons, and then some unknown enemy or some misfortune comes knocking on our door and we die?”

After Sun Yao finished speaking, a voice suddenly emerged from the vast sea of ​​people. This person was clearly there to cause trouble and didn't even dare to step out from the crowd to speak.

"You dare to stir up trouble here, yet you don't even dare to show your face. Do you really think I can't find you in this sea of ​​people?"

Sun Yao lightly stomped his foot, and a stone pillar shot into the sky, lifting a person from the crowd. The person was a thin, middle-aged man, quite tall, wearing a gray cloth robe, with a stubborn and unruly expression on his face.

"Since you've said what you just said, why don't you reveal your identity?"

Sun Yao looked at the person he had pulled out of the crowd, a slight smile playing on his lips, his words carrying a hint of mockery.

Before the man could speak, a young master stepped out from the crowd.

"Please forgive me, Daoist Master. This man is a servant of my Murong family. He has offended Wudang Mountain and Daoist Master with his unrestrained speech. Murong Fu apologizes on his behalf."

The young master who emerged was none other than Murong Fu from Gusu. Sun Yao hadn't expected that even the Murong family from Gusu in the Song Dynasty would attend Zhang Sanfeng's birthday banquet. This meant that there would be more than just the five major sects present at the banquet; all sorts of strange and unorthodox figures were possible.

"So this must be Mr. Bao San. He's not famous for anything, his martial arts are mediocre, and he only relies on his stubborn tongue. If it weren't for the fact that people consider you to be from a family with a long history and don't bother with you, he probably wouldn't be alive today. You'd better watch your mouth in the future and not mess with the wrong people."

After Sun Yao finished speaking, the stone pillar beneath Bao Butong collapsed with a crash, and he fell from mid-air.

"Now that you have come to Wudang today, you must abide by Wudang's rules. No matter which sect or school you belong to, no weapon is allowed on Wudang Mountain. Remember, on Wudang's territory, what I say is the rule!"

After Sun Yao finished speaking, he gently raised his left hand. The swords, daggers, and even various unusual weapons at the waists of the martial arts practitioners present all rose into the air.

Sun Yao pressed down lightly with his fingers forming a sword shape, and the weapons all pointed at their former masters.

"Today, the sight of ten thousand swords facing the sky before the Sword-Unlocking Pool is a celebration of my uncle's birthday. This is your first gift, and also a piece of advice from me."

Today is my martial uncle's birthday. Anyone who dares to cause trouble today will never forget this day.