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I never imagined that you would have such a grand plan at the age of fourteen or fifteen, establishing such a powerful force as Ghost Street.
Moreover, their collaboration with Ghost Yama, one in the open and one in the shadows, is seamless.
Bai Feifei was also shaken, and at the same time, she vaguely understood everything.
Zhang Xiaoshan understood the value of the Dragon Ball, which is why he spent 300,000 taels of gold to reward the Dragon Ball, which was mysterious to outsiders but was only a rumor.
Moreover, they were so well hidden that who would have thought that the Zhang family, who were standing behind the Ghost Yama, were actually the incredibly mysterious Golden-Faced Buddha?
The combination of light and shadow completely concealed Zhang Xiaoshan's identity.
On the surface, Zhang Xiaoshan's martial arts skills are not the same as those of the Golden-Faced Buddha.
Zhang Xiaoshan's Pure Yang Finger is evolved from Pure Yang Wuji Gong, which is extremely pure and Yang, and its finger strength is also incredibly sharp.
The Golden-Faced Buddha's Heavenly Crippled Divine Skill is extremely Yin and evil, representing two extremes.
Given his age, who would have thought that the Golden-Faced Buddha was actually a young boy?
"It is said that the Heavenly Crippled Divine Skill was lost hundreds of years ago. The Ancient Sword Soul obtained the Tathagata Palm by chance, but how did he obtain the Heavenly Crippled Divine Skill?"
"Hahaha···"
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaoshan burst into a proud laugh, his gaze smug as he said:
"Lei Laowu, the Heavenly Official of the Tomb Raiders, has been one of my men from the very beginning."
Before Ghost Street was established, I had Lei Laowu follow the traces of the ancient sword spirit and find the ancient tomb of the Ji brothers.
When Gu Jianhun obtained the manual of "Buddha's Palm", the ancient tomb collapsed before he could take "Heavenly Crippled Divine Skill", leaving behind a manual inside.
Besides, I also had Lei Laowu go to Zhongnan Mountain to rob an ancient tomb, and that's how I found the fragments of the Nine Yin Manual.
"You haven't robbed all the ancient tombs of the nine major sects in the martial arts world, have you?"
Inviting the moon with a strange gaze, even Bai Feifei felt the same way.
This young master of the Zhang family doesn't play by the rules; it's entirely possible that he might have robbed all the ancestral tombs of the nine major sects in the martial arts world.
Otherwise, where would all these martial arts skills come from?
"I'm not an idiot. Regardless of whether those ancient tombs have martial arts or not, digging up graves will wipe out your family line and make you an enemy of the world."
I was confident in the tombs I sent Lei Laowu to rob, because I knew where the treasures were.
Otherwise, trying them one by one from ancient tombs? That would have already alerted all the major sects in the martial arts world.
"What about the Jin Dynasty's dragon vein this time?"
"Originally, we were digging up the dragon vein to sever the fortune of the Jin Kingdom and collect the treasures inside."
Who knew something like the Dragon Balls would cause such a commotion? If I had known about their existence, I would have gone myself. But alas…
Life is unpredictable; no one can foresee everything!
Upon hearing this, the women understood that the Dragon Balls were subject to change, and that Zhang Xiaoshan could not have foreseen everything.
Even so, if word got out, it would be enough to shake the world.
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"Father, how are you feeling now?"
· ········Requesting flowers· ········
Just now, Murong Bo, also known as Yan Longyuan, suffered a sudden attack of internal injuries, with many acupoints on his body experiencing intense itching and excruciating pain.
Although it wasn't heavy, Murong Bo was still covered in cold sweat, enduring a period of agony.
Seeing this, how could Murong Fu not know that this was the sign of going mad as Zhang Xiaoshan had mentioned?
His father's current condition means he will suffer terribly for the next ten years, a fate worse than death.
Thinking that he had just found his father and was reunited with his son, how could Murong Fu be content!
"It's much better."
“Father, the young master of the Zhang family sent a message earlier, saying that you have been practicing Shaolin skills for too long and have gone mad.”
If possible, the Zhang family can cure Father's demonic possession!
"Really?"
........ ... .......
Murong Bo looked at Murong Fu in shock.
What shocked him was not that his injuries could be healed, but that the Zhang family had already noticed his internal injuries.
It was as if he had no secrets from the Zhang family at all.
"Father, rest assured. Young Master Zhang is mysterious and unpredictable, and with the Dragon Pearl in hand, he will surely be able to heal your internal injuries."
“Very well. Ever since we entered Lin’an Prefecture, we’ve known that the young master of the Zhang family is incredibly mysterious. It’s time to go and meet him.”
The An family's destruction, the siege of the God of Catching, the setup of Ghost Street...
After a series of calculations, the Zhang family can be considered the biggest winner.
Moreover, the Zhang family has many experts, with more than two dozen top-tier experts alone, and they can also invite top-level experts such as One Sword Flying Snow and Dongfang Bubai.
The Zhang family can only be befriended, not befriended.
On the surface, it seems that Zhang Yuan is the head of the family.
However, based on observations over this period, it is clear that all power in the Zhang family has long since been transferred to this young master Zhang.
Everything in the Zhang family revolves around making money for Young Master Zhang.
Even Murong Bo dared not be careless in the face of this extremely mysterious young master of the Zhang family.
However, if he wanted to establish a foothold in Ghost Street and Lin'an Prefecture, he had to deal with this Young Master Zhang.
Even in secret, they had dealt with each other countless times.
Incidentally, he had another purpose: to test whether this young master Zhang was the legendary Golden-Faced Buddha.
Having suffered such a great loss last time, he had already crossed paths with the Golden-Faced Buddha.
Whether this young master Zhang is a golden-faced Buddha or not, he can see through his eyes.
Chapter 131 Murong Bo's Recovery and Zhang Xiaoshan's Scheme
puff! !
The pure Yang finger technique penetrates directly into the limbs and bones, connecting the eight extraordinary meridians.
The purest and most righteous Yang Qi pushed through Murong Bo's blood, and the meridians that had been damaged by his forced practice of Shaolin martial arts began to slowly recover under the pure Yang purple Qi.
Vast and bright, pure and radiant!
This was Murong Bo's personal experience.
The pure Taoist Qi, ten times stronger than the Canhe Finger technique, was so potent that if Murong Bo hadn't known Zhang Xiaoshan's background, he would have thought the old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng was healing him.
Moreover, the domineering power of Chunyang Finger Force is much more incisive than Zhang Laodao's Tai Chi.
"All right!"
Although Murong Bo's internal injuries were more difficult to treat, Zhang Xiaoshan's Pure Yang Purple Qi was even more mysterious.
This time, in order to save Murong Bo, he exhausted all of his remaining pure Yang Qi. If he wants to save someone again, it will take at least three days for his Qi to fully recover.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Zhang from '837'!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan's pale face, Murong Fu felt grateful.
"It's nothing serious. It's just that my Taoist pure Yang Qi has been depleted. I can recover in a month!"
"Wouldn't this month be extremely dangerous for the young master?"
Upon hearing that Zhang Xiaoshan would need a month to recover his vital energy, even the others were taken aback. Despite the Zhang family's abundance of experts, Zhang Xiaoshan's situation was indeed precarious.
"Haha, Young Master Murong has filtered it out."
Pure Yang Primordial Qi is not true Qi, but rather a breath of pure Yang purple Qi in Taoism, which is the foundation of Tao.
On the contrary, the losses to Chunyang True Qi and myself were not significant; killing with a flick of the finger was merely a matter of raising a hand.
"I see!"
"Young master, the master has woken up!"
Deng Baichuan saw Murong Bo open his eyes and quickly went over to him.
"Dad, what do you think?"
"I feel much better, thank you so much, Young Master Zhang, for saving my life!"
Murong Bo was well aware of the agonizing consequences of going astray in cultivation.
Moreover, the pure Yang purple energy cleansed his limbs and bones. At this moment, Murong Bo knew that if he were healthy, living to be over a hundred years old would not be a problem. In comparison, the life-saving grace was invaluable.
"It's just a favor!"
“Young master is too kind. My son did it on a whim. On the contrary, you have damaged your vital energy and foundation because of my internal injuries. The Murong family owes you a great favor.”
"Need not!"
Zhang Xiaoshan waved his hand, and sent the group away under the pretext of going into seclusion to recover.
After leaving the Zhang family, Murong Fu couldn't help but look at Murong Bo, as he was aware of Murong Bo's earlier speculation.
"Dad, don't you think so?"
"No, the Golden-Faced Buddha's true qi is extremely yin and cold, and also extremely evil."
But just now, Young Master Zhang's true qi was entirely pure yang qi from Taoism, bright and vast, utterly righteous and pure. Most importantly, he actually condensed a breath of pure yang purple qi; he was truly a prodigy.
Murong Bo thought of Zhang Xiaoshan's methods just now; comparisons are odious.
Even he had to admit that the Zhang family's reputation as a den of dragons and tigers was indeed well-deserved.
The five eminent monks, the three bronze-armored warriors, and the Ghost Yama were all extremely terrifying, but unexpectedly there was an even more terrifying young master.
"Pure Yang Purple Qi?"
"Sir, what is Pure Yang Purple Qi? Isn't it just the Pure Yang True Qi of Taoism?"
Bao Butong's question even made Wang Yuyan look at her uncle with some curiosity.
"You're completely wrong. It's extremely rare to condense a single breath of pure Yang purple Qi from pure Yang true Qi, from ancient times to the present."
This pure yang purple qi, also known as Daoji, is the culmination of Daoist qi cultivation. Very few people in the Daoist sect can reach this level, and they are all old guys with extremely high realms who live in seclusion.
Once the foundation of one's Dao is established, becoming a Grandmaster is only a matter of time.
Moreover, this time, the Taoist nourishment of my meridians not only eliminated all hidden dangers, but the benefits I gained were so great that living another thirty or forty years would not be a problem.
To suffer and die within ten years? Or to live peacefully for another thirty or forty years?
The stark difference in their gratitude left everyone speechless, as they had never imagined that Zhang Xiaoshan's kindness was so great.
"Doesn't this mean that this young master Zhang has the potential to become a Grandmaster?"
In contrast, Wang Yuyan noticed another problem?
What level of mastery is a Grandmaster?
Wang Yuyan only knew that it was a realm that only Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng could reach, the ultimate realm of martial arts.
And a seemingly kind and easygoing young man from a wealthy family, not much older than her, had such good fortune.
"It's not just a hope, it's certain that he will become a Grandmaster within ten years."
Ten years later, this young master Zhang would be no more than thirty years old; his potential and destiny are unimaginable.
Hiss...
Even the crowd couldn't help but gasp.
Such extraordinary fortune truly shocked them; they hadn't expected that the Zhang family's most hidden talent was this young master...
"Moreover, you have underestimated this young master Zhang's martial arts skills."
The finger technique he just used was extremely refined, with pure Yang Qi that was both righteous and pure, and its power was unparalleled.