Chapter Nine: I, the Golden Mountain Ranger

“Did you not seek my advice?”

Wuyazi spoke with such elegance, his posture impeccable.

No, that was not quite right—he was completely paralyzed, relying solely on inner energy and ropes to strike a pose, all just to look impressive.

“I am Zhang Chengyi, the wandering swordsman from Jinshan.”

Zhang Chengyi had to admit he lost the battle of showing off; he clasped his fists and introduced himself with a bow.

Jinshan in Runzhou?

Wuyazi’s face remained calm, but inwardly he pondered. “Wandering swordsman” was an old term, so it was a little odd for someone to call himself that, yet not entirely unacceptable.

Jinshan—he could only think of the ancient name Jingkou, now one of the three mountains in Runzhou, Jinshan Mountain. Could it be that the man hailed from there?

But the accent didn’t match.

Zhang Chengyi paid no mind to Wuyazi’s silent musings and spoke plainly, “I’ve come this time to invite you, Senior Wuyazi, to study martial arts together.”

“Together?” Wuyazi asked in doubt.

Zhang Chengyi answered earnestly, “Though you are the only one here now, it matters not. In a few months, or at most half a year, I will invite several more senior masters to join us.”

Wuyazi, for the first time in his life, felt utterly speechless. “And if I refuse, what then?”

“I am willing to take down Ding Chunqiu myself and do whatever I can to help you recover.” Zhang Chengyi stated his terms.

Unbeknownst to him, the phrase “take down” sounded brash and bandit-like in the refined ears of Wuyazi, a self-professed scholar and poet, who found it deeply displeasing.

No choice—modern youth immersed in surfing the internet and anime couldn’t always speak with lofty elegance. Without some playful slang or jokes, it wouldn’t be authentic. This was as refined as he could manage.

Seeing Wuyazi silent for some time, Zhang Chengyi reached out. At such close range, his peak inner energy and physical prowess were unleashed to their fullest.

Only then did the current leader of the Xiaoyao Sect realize what had happened, breaking out in a cold sweat.

“This is my sincerity,” Zhang Chengyi said as his inner energy flowed ceaselessly toward Wuyazi. Soon, he sensed his true energy being drawn in like iron to a magnet, spilling out wildly. An ordinary person would be unable to utter a word; even a master would only forcefully open a gap to release it. Yet Zhang Chengyi remained calm.

“I’ve heard the Xiaoyao Sect’s Beiming Divine Skill can absorb an opponent's inner energy for one’s own use. You may take all of my true energy as you wish.”

By sheer volume, his true energy was endless, willing to be absorbed as much as desired. Let’s see which is stronger—the Beiming Divine Skill or this Jinshan swordsman.

“Good lad!”

Wuyazi, forced to receive an outsider and already harboring dislike for this man, now heard such brazen words. An old competitive spirit, long dormant, flared up, and he threw himself fully into the Beiming Divine Skill, greedily sucking in the vast amounts of true energy.

Confident in his seventy years of diligent cultivation, spurred by pride, he completely forgot a major taboo of the Beiming Divine Skill: if the opponent’s inner energy surpasses yours, it will flood back like seawater flowing into a river, dangerously overwhelming. Yet he blindly sucked in.

Thus, the two stalemated.

Zhang Chengyi kept his inner energy at full capacity, bored to the point of yawning. He felt nothing at all; the true energy he lost was less than what he had expended in yesterday’s wild attacks.

Wuyazi, however, grew increasingly alarmed. From intending to teach this boy a lesson, to recognizing him as a master with profound inner power, then realizing this man was not inferior to himself, and finally perceiving the other as an ocean while he was but a stream—it was already too late.

True energy flooded back like seawater, and the Beiming Divine Skill’s nature allowed rapid absorption. The momentum was so great that even he could not stop, only desperately sustaining himself.

Fortunately, his opponent’s inner energy was balanced and peaceful, cultivated through a first-rate health-preserving method, allowing Wuyazi to endure a while longer. But after a full five minutes, the renowned master showed no sign of strain, his true energy unending. Wuyazi was truly about to collapse.

His jade-like face flushed deep red, and every major pressure point felt like it was swelling about to burst.

Enough!

Wuyazi closed his eyes.

“Oh? You’re done for?” Zhang Chengyi waved off the Xiaoyao Sect leader whose skin bulged and pores bled. The backflow of true energy was suppressed by the vast reserves within, barely causing a ripple—no sign of any backlash.

“Pfft!”

Wuyazi spat blood, eyes tightly shut. He no longer cared about maintaining the dignified image of a revered elder; his paralyzed limbs hung limp, ropes suspending him. He could not divert his mind to the outside world, focusing entirely on circulating the Beiming Divine Skill to digest the immense influx of true energy.

“Master!” Su Xinghe must have heard the coughing of blood and rushed in, only to see his teacher standing limp, blood staining his front. He cried out in shock, heart filled with grief and fury, and charged at the culprit.

“What are you doing? Don’t cause trouble,” Zhang Chengyi said, holding the famously sharp-tongued and cunning Su Xinghe in one hand like a trembling Chihuahua.

At this level of inner power, simply enhancing bodily responses surpassed ninety-nine percent of martial techniques. No matter how the enemy changed, he could just grab them.

Faster, more precise, stronger—no reaction could keep up. Who would not be caught like a helpless chick?

Only the skinny, short Su Xinghe looked utterly ridiculous being carried off like that.

Wuyazi heard his disciple’s anguished cries but could not pay attention.

After being seized, Su Xinghe’s blood surged to his head, and with a burp, he fainted from both anger and sorrow.

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