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Chapter 48 Riding the Waves, Chinese Martial Arts in the Modern World!

Seeing the deep-seated sense of superiority on his disciple's face, Master Xuanyi shook his head, knowing that it would be useless for him to say anything more.

Qingfeng grew up in the mountains from a young age and was exceptionally talented. He could learn anything quickly and master it instantly. Before he was even thirty, his Tai Chi skills had already surpassed his master's, and he was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius of Wudang.

But it was precisely because of this that he became accustomed to smooth sailing and developed an arrogant and self-important personality. In his view, Wudang Tai Chi was the best martial art in the world, and all other schools were heretical and unorthodox.

"Very well." Master Xuanyi stopped trying to persuade him. "Since you have already publicly issued the invitation, if you don't go, people will laugh at Wudang for having no one to go. This time, when you come down the mountain, you will represent Wudang and go to meet that Teacher Ma."

"But you must remember one thing." Master Xuanyi's expression turned serious. "'Discussions on the Dao' are acceptable, but harming others is forbidden. Regardless of victory or defeat, you must maintain the demeanor of a Wudang disciple, stopping when the point is reached and not acting impulsively."

"Disciple understands," Qingfeng replied with a bow.

But he didn't think so in his heart.

Should we stop here?

If we don't use swift and decisive methods to deal with that kind of "demonic" martial arts that is full of malevolence, how can we make him realize his mistakes and turn back to the right path?

In his view, his trip down the mountain was not just to compete in martial arts, but also to "exterminate demons and monsters" and "save all living beings".

He wanted to use his proud Tai Chi to defeat Ma Cong fair and square, to make him understand that strength alone is not enough, and that true martial arts are "Tao," "virtue," and "wisdom."

"Master, rest assured, I know what I'm doing," Qingfeng said again.

Master Xuanyi looked at him, but ultimately said nothing more. He simply took out an antique wooden box from his robes and handed it over.

"This is the 'Purple Cloud Sword,' take it with you down the mountain."

Qingfeng's body trembled, and an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"Master! This...this is the most precious treasure of our sect!"

The Purple Cloud Sword is said to be the personal sword of the True Martial Emperor. Although it is a legend, this sword has been passed down in Wudang for hundreds of years and is a token of the sect leaders of each generation. Its blade is forged from meteorite iron from outer space, and it is so sharp that it can cut through a hair with a single blow.

My master actually gave me this sword?

"That Teacher Ma is no ordinary person." Master Xuanyi gazed at the distant night sky, his eyes deep. "His boxing style already shows some signs of divine skill. Although your Tai Chi has reached a high level, your practical combat experience is still too limited. Take this sword with you, just in case."

"If it's just a matter of fists and feet, that's fine. But if the opponent also uses weapons, then use my Wudang Tai Chi sword technique to let him know what it means to be the 'King of Weapons'."

"Yes! This disciple will never tarnish the reputation of Wudang!" Qingfeng took the wooden box with both hands, feeling its weight.

This is not just the weight of a sword, but also the weight of a legacy.

He had initially been somewhat dismissive, but now he became serious.

The fact that his master took it so seriously, even bringing out the Zixiao Sword, shows that Ma Cong must indeed have some real skills.

But so what?

With his Tai Chi divine skill and the Purple Cloud Divine Sword, how could he possibly lose to a brute who practices "crude" external martial arts?

impossible!

……

Meanwhile, in the capital city, inside a heavily guarded courtyard house.

Chen Beixuan was sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, leisurely sipping tea.

Qin Zhenshan strode in from outside and plopped down opposite him.

"Old Chen! Something terrible has happened!"

"The sky has fallen?" Chen Beixuan didn't even lift his eyelids, slowly taking a sip of tea.

"This is more exciting than the sky falling down!" Qin Zhenshan picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup, and gulped it down. "That kid from Wudang Mountain wants to challenge that brat Ma Cong!"

"Oh?" Chen Beixuan put down his teacup, showing some interest. "Wudang? Is it a disciple of that old Taoist priest Xuanyi?"

"That's right!" Qin Zhenshan slapped his thigh. "A guy named 'Qingfeng,' who is said to be a once-in-a-century genius of Wudang, posted online, specifically asking Ma Cong to 'discuss the Dao,' saying that Ma Cong's kung fu is unorthodox and too violent."

"Heh, such narrow-mindedness." Chen Beixuan chuckled dismissively. "That old Taoist priest Xuanyi practiced Tai Chi his whole life, yet he didn't even grasp the basics of internal strength. How high can the standards of his disciples possibly be?"

"That's true, but this time it's going to be big." Qin Zhenshan lowered his voice. "That Zhou Laohu guy actually agreed to Ma Cong's suggestion, what are they planning... a live broadcast across the entire internet!"

"puff--"

Chen Beixuan spat out his tea, staring wide-eyed at Qin Zhenshan. "What did you say? A live broadcast? Has Zhou Laohu gone mad?"

"I think Ma Cong has gone mad, and Zhou Laohu has been dragged down with him!" Qin Zhenshan said with a bitter face. "If they win, it'll be fine, but if they lose, things will get really messy. We old guys will probably all be on the news for court-martial."

Chen Beixuan wiped his mouth, but the expression on his face gradually became playful.

"Interesting, really interesting," he muttered to himself. "This kid really isn't afraid at all."

"He's not fearless, he's just incredibly arrogant!" Qin Zhenshan snorted. "The Wudang Songxi School's Tai Chi, while it may not seem impressive to us, is considered a divine martial art by ordinary people. That Master Qingfeng is said to be incredibly skilled with the Tai Chi sword, and he's extremely famous in the circle. Does that kid Ma Cong even know how to use a sword?"

"Well... it's hard to say." Chen Beixuan shook his head.

Ma Cong has already given him too many surprises.

Bajiquan, Xingyiquan, Baguaquan... Heaven knows what other tricks this kid is hiding.

"However, even if he can't use a sword, Qingfeng might not be his match in terms of fists alone." Chen Beixuan's eyes revealed a strong sense of confidence. "You forgot, even you admit that you are not as good as that kid's Bengquan (Crushing Fist)."

Qin Zhenshan's old face flushed red, and he muttered, "A fist is a fist, and a sword is a sword. The longer the sword, the stronger it is. No matter how fierce that kid's fist technique is, he'll be completely helpless against the sticky, unpredictable Tai Chi sword of Wudang."

"Then let's wait and see." Chen Beixuan picked up his teacup again, regaining his calm and collected demeanor. "I'm quite curious to see just how much of a surprise this kid can bring us."

"Anyway, I'm not optimistic." Qin Zhenshan shook his head. "Zhou Laohu has already called me and asked me to be a referee at the event to keep things in check. I'm really nervous."

"Go ahead, it'll do you good to see," Chen Beixuan smiled. "Maybe you can even learn a couple of tricks from that kid."

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhenshan's face turned even redder. He was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he couldn't utter a single word.