Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1066: Chapter 840-841: Son of the Demoness! Is Wuji Truly Fearless?

As the crowd watched from the sidelines, the Daoist grunted coldly, took a step forward with his horse stance, tiger eyes shooting sharp beams, his face turning extremely cold, emitting an intimidating strong momentum, and he punched towards Song Qingshu, sweeping away the previously unnoticeable state in the corner.

”Seeking death!”

Song Qingshu snorted coldly, his sword trembled, one sword suddenly became two, the two swords split into four sword shadows, transforming into layers of sword light, stabbing towards the Daoist’s brow, left and right shoulder blades, and the lower abdomen’s Qi Sea, these four vital points—clearly the Wudang Coiling Finger Sword Technique.

To be able to use the Coiling Finger Sword Technique so swiftly and fiercely with his own style, Song Qingshu, though young, was indeed extremely outstanding.

However, everyone from various martial arts factions who witnessed such a scene all thought how ruthless, and the Wudang elders Song Yuanqiao and others also had their faces darkened, ready to rescue.

”Do you dare block me?”

The Daoist shouted, his first right fist withdrawn, his left fist taken advantage of the momentum to strike upwards, the arm veins jumping, the skin turning a pale golden color, the two fists became four fists, suddenly meeting Song Qingshu’s four sword lights directly.

”Ah!”

Zhou Zhiruo and some timid female disciples couldn’t help but exclaim, expecting to see a bloody scene of severed hands next.

The Wudang heroes prepared to rescue, but their eyes condensed upon realizing the Daoist possessed extremely formidable Cross Training Martial Arts.

It was during such a moment of hesitation.

Several explosive sounds of clashing.

Under astonished gazes, the sword light was smashed by the Daoist’s powerful iron fist, Song Qingshu staggered in disbelief, almost falling on his back.

The Daoist snorted, did not pursue Song Qingshu, suddenly stood firm, the pale golden color on his face flashed and vanished, coldly said amidst the watching eyes, ”Song Qingshu, you are the son of Hero Song Yuanqiao, whom my father respected. You suddenly attacked me this time, I am not making things difficult for you, but this will not happen again.”

The crowd was stunned by these words, and the Wudang heroes looked bewildered, curious about the sturdy youth’s identity, seeming as if his father had a connection with Wudang.

”Damn it! Who needs your concession!”

Song Qingshu shouted low, his face twisted into a liver color, teeth grinding ”squeak,” ashamed in front of the girl he admired, sister Zhiruo, feeling utterly humiliated.

The female disciples of Emei were all showing surprise, secretly observing the Daoist who actually defeated Song Qingshu, and upon closer inspection, realized that although the Daoist looked dusty, his features were remarkable, handsome and outstanding.

Zhou Zhiruo felt secretly relieved and delighted, remembering months ago when she was rescued by this disguised Daoist while descending the mountain with her sect sisters to do good.

At the time, she was all alone and thought she would fall victim to villains. If it weren’t for the Daoist’s aid, the outcome might have been disastrous. That night, he also healed her wounds, but by the next morning he was already gone.

Yet Zhou Zhiruo always remembered this heroic youth, unexpectedly meeting him again today at Wudang’s Three Pure Ones Hall, though the other party seemed not to remember her, leaving her feeling melancholic and conflicted.

Not mentioning the daughter’s delicate emotions, Zhang Sanfeng and others of Wudang began asking about the Daoist’s background, inquiring about his father’s identity.

Some Wudang players present in the hall suddenly thought of someone, contrasting the Daoist’s dusty face, recalling his previous address to Zhang Sanfeng, and couldn’t help but exclaim, ”Zhang Wuji!?”

The Daoist glanced at the players who whispered his name, showing a hint of confusion, then openly and respectfully clasped his fists towards Zhang Sanfeng and others who had heard his name, ”Master! My father is your favorite fifth disciple Zhang Cui Shan! And I am his son Zhang Wuji!”

Wow!

The statement caused a stir in the hall.

Even Zhang Sanfeng, with his remarkable composure, couldn’t help but sway slightly, shocked and thrilled as he scrutinized the Daoist before him, exclaiming, ”You are Cui Shan’s Wuji child? I’ve heard from Abnormal People in recent years mentioning that you and your father reside on an overseas island, but didn’t expect you’d...”

Thrilled, Zhang Sanfeng paused, then examined again, suddenly understanding and laughing, ”You should be less than eight years old this year, yet your Cross Training Martial Arts have reached the Peak, no wonder you look mature and sturdy compared to children of your age. Grandmaster almost didn’t recognize you.”

”So he is Zhang Cui Shan’s son, Zhang Wuxia’s son? Named Zhang Wuji!”

Zhou Zhiruo secretly watched the graceful youth in the hall, continually echoing the name ”Zhang Wuji” in her mind. The young girl didn’t know what love or not loving meant, only knowing that at this moment, her mind was filled with the scene of him saving her and healing her wounds in the broken temple.

Master Mie Jue’s shout awakened Zhou Zhiruo.

Zhou Zhiruo looked at Master Mie Jue in panic, seeing her both admired and feared master, sternly questioning Zhang Wuji and Zhang Sanfeng, ”So you are the son of Zhang Cui Shan, who abandoned Wudang and left with the Demon Sect demoness Yin Susu. The beam doesn’t stand well, and it’s no wonder you’re so unruly!

Your father named you Wuji, perhaps implying that you can walk the Martial World without restrictions, recklessly and without taboo?”

This harsh questioning immediately diluted the joy Wudang felt upon finding Zhang Cui Shan’s son. Even someone as nurtured as Zhang Sanfeng had his face darkened by Master Mie Jue’s relentless scolding.