Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 47 - 29 Zhangg Please Grandmaster stand up for your disciple! [Thanks to ’Fudu Daoist’ Alliance Hierarch for the reward!]

Chapter 47: 29 Zhangg Please Grandmaster stand up for your disciple! [Thanks to ’Fudu Daoist’ Alliance Hierarch for the reward!]

In the blink of an eye.

Chen Jichuan had been in Yangshuo County, at Haitang Mountain, for three months now.

It had been fifty days since Sheng Dayang and his son ’joined the sect.’

In the Great Yann World.

Lul Changshou had passed away sixty-five years ago.

This year.

Chen Jichuan turned one hundred and ninety-five.

During his time in the Black Prison, Chen Jichuan spent half of each year in the Great Yann.

After leaving the Black Prison, he only spent three months per year in the Great Yann.

When he was not present.

His body was sealed, akin to sleeping. However he looked when leaving, he would look the same upon returning. Only the time in this world continued to slip away.

At the advanced age of one hundred and ninety-five.

Bone age of sixty-five.

Chen Jichuan finally showed signs of aging—

His temples were touched with frost.

Wrinkles ran deeper.

But his back remained straight and firm. Standing tall upon the ground, he resembled a spear. Even in age, he was like an enduring green pine tree.

This day.

At a side peak of Taiqing Mountain, in the ancestral master’s training ground.

Inside a spacious room.

Suspended horizontal planks formed a crisscross above, supporting upper, middle, and lower levels of blades sharp enough to slice a hair. Each level held twenty-four blades of varying lengths and heights, totaling seventy-two swaying blades.

Chen Jichuan stood in the center.

Looking closely.

One could see beneath those blades, on the ground, a series of wooden pillars sticking up. They varied in height and were scattered in disarray.

He stood among them.

Stepping on the wooden pillars.

He had to be cautious not to misstep, avoid the swaying blades, and deflect their strikes, ensuring no injuries.

Years ago, when he first trained in the ’Golden Blade Changing Palm Technique,’ even eight mere blades could leave Chen Jichuan flustered and struggling.

Now.

The number of blades had grown from eight to seventy-two, and the flat ground was replaced by the wooden pillars.

The combination of the Golden Blade Changing Palm Technique with the Plum Blossom Pillars had made the difficulty increase more than tenfold.

Chen Jichuan’s movements on the Plum Blossom Pillars—stepping, twisting, sinking, shifting, reacting, landing, carrying forward—flowed like clouds and water, seamless and unpredictable, lively and disciplined. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

With the wooden pillars differing in height and distance.

Chen Jichuan shifted forward and back, rose and fell, one moment high, the next low.

Above, the blades swung erratically.

Again, Chen Jichuan acted swiftly, thrusting, striking, kicking, hooking, tapping, sweeping, lifting, twisting, pushing, colliding, hooking, positioning, ensuring none of the blades touched him, all while darting and weaving.

Such skill.

Even to those untrained in martial arts, its brilliance was evident.

Seventy-two erratic blades never grazed him.

He navigated the high and low Plum Blossom Pillars without falling.

This level of mastery.

On a battlefield of two armies, he could charge seven times without harm. In the midst of a storm of arrows, he could escape unscathed.

Through rigorous practice.

This time, his efforts bore fruit.

Chen Jichuan touched down rapidly, moving in a straight line like a fish leaping from water, emerging from the chaotic blades and Plum Blossom Pillars, landing gracefully outside the room.

Disciples were already waiting outside.

"Ancestral Master."

"Ancestral Master."

As soon as this venerable master stepped out, they greeted him with deep bows, then rushed inside to rearrange the positions of the Plum Blossom Pillars and blades so that Chen Jichuan would face a completely different setup during his next training session.

Among the disciples present.

There was another individual.

Chen Jichuan glanced over and recognized him as Zhang Ge, a fifth-generation disciple of the Chen Sect.

Zhang Ge was a pupil of the previous sect leader, Mao Li, who was known for his mastery of the ’Chasing Wind Palm.’ Presently, Zhang Ge served as the head of Mingde Hall, one of the Seven Halls, and was renowned in Jianghu by the title ’Mad Fist.’ His skill with the ’Chasing Wind Palm Technique’ was far from meager.

"Why are you not handling affairs in Mingde Hall and have come here instead?"

Chen Jichuan cast his gaze at Zhang Ge and asked bluntly.

Zhang Ge’s expression was a mix of respect and trepidation. He quickly replied, "Ancestral Master, the Iron Palm Sect’s sect leader, Sun Dajin, has an urgent matter to discuss. Sect Leader Shixiong is meeting with him now, but the matter is grave, so he has specially requested your decision."

"Iron Palm Sect’s Sun Dajin?"

Immersed in his training, Chen Jichuan had long stopped concerning himself with Jianghu affairs, knowing little about the Iron Palm Sect or its connection to the Chen Sect.

Zhang Ge, perceptive of the situation, promptly explained, "The Iron Palm Sect’s first leader, Sun Biao, was a lay disciple of the Chen Sect. He apprenticed under Shifu and mastered the ’Iron Sand Palm,’ one of the Six Sand Palm Techniques, as well as the Qinggong skill ’One-Line Pass.’ As Jianghu knows, he was dubbed the ’Iron Palm Water Floating.’ Over twenty years ago, Sun Biao established the Iron Palm Sect near the Ji River. Sun Dajin is Sun Biao’s eldest son and the current sect leader."

Chen Jichuan and Zhang Ge proceeded toward the main hall at the sect’s peak, with Zhang Ge explaining further along the way.

By the time they arrived at the main peak.

Chen Jichuan had largely understood the situation.

As it turned out.

In recent years, the Great Yann’s chaos had worsened. A sect named the ’Moon Worship Sect’ had risen within Jianghu, with one footing in the martial arts world and the other in rebellious ranks.

This time.

The Moon Worship Sect aimed to unify the martial arts world and establish dominion over the land.

Hence, the sect’s top experts had mobilized, capturing elite members of the Tan Sect, Heaven Sect, Eagle Claw Goose Formation Sect, Five Tiger Mountain, Golden Snake Sect, and Iron Palm Sect. The Iron Palm Sect’s elder leader, Sun Biao, was among those seized, alongside elders and guardians of the sect. Only Sun Dajin managed a desperate escape across the Ji River to seek aid from the Chen Sect.

...

"Ancestral Master."

"Ancestral Master."

At the main hall, where the sect’s leader, hall masters, and elders had all gathered, they bowed deeply as Chen Jichuan entered. Even Mao Li, the third-generation sect leader known as ’Chasing Wind Palm,’ was present, bowing to Chen Jichuan.

When Lul Changshou passed away, Mao Li had only just joined the mountain at eighteen years old.

Time had flown.

Mao Li was now well into his eighties. Thanks to his training in the ’Divine Pouncing Saber’ and deep inner strength, however, he remained robust. He had even broken the Chen Sect’s infamous lifespan curse, whereby its martial experts rarely lived past seventy.

"Sun Dajin."

"This is our Ancestral Master. Why have you not come forward to pay respects?!"

Mao Li, voice robust and forceful, looked toward the middle-aged man standing in the hall and called out loudly.

"Ancestral Master!"

Sun Dajin looked at Chen Jichuan. This legendary, ageless figure of the Chen Sect appeared no older than his early sixties—more vigorous and robust even than Sun Dajin’s father’s master, Mao Li—leaving Sun Dajin both shocked and awed.

At Mao Li’s prompting.

Sun Dajin suppressed his thundering heart, knelt with a kowtow that resembled toppling golden mountains and jade pillars, and wailed loudly, "The Demon Sect is utterly depraved! They’ve slaughtered dozens of Iron Palm Sect warriors and captured my father, along with our elders and guardians. Their lives hang in the balance! I implore the Ancestral Master to grant justice!"

The crowd in the hall was moved.

Chen Sect’s current leader, Qian Shi, and Mingde Hall’s head, Zhang Ge, were both disciples of the Iron Palm Sect’s elder leader, Sun Biao, during Mao Li’s tenure as a master. While one was a direct disciple and the other a lay follower, and though they were nearly two decades apart in age, they maintained close ties. During significant holidays, Sun Biao would send gifts to the Chen Sect, and on milestone anniversaries, he would visit Taiqing Mountain personally.

They shared mutual familiarity.

Hearing that Sun Biao was captured by the Demon Sect, Zhang Ge’s anger surged: "Over twenty years ago, one of the Demon Sect’s Eight Great Dharma Kings, the ’Golden Blade King,’ displayed inhuman cruelty by butchering forty-eight members of the Golden Spear Wang Family. The Moon Worship Sect’s leader, Dongfang Ping, had already amassed an infamous reputation for his atrocities in earlier years. This time, they have openly crushed six major sects and killed or kidnapped numerous Jianghu elders. This is something our Chen Sect absolutely cannot overlook!"

With Chen Jichuan presiding over the Chen Sect, it had held its position as the unparalleled leader of Jianghu for more than a hundred years.

Those in the sect took great pride in this distinction.

Even as the Moon Worship Sect emerged in prominence, with Sect Leader Dongfang Ping commanding four Great Guardians, eight Great Dharma Kings, and thirty-six Flag Masters—all extraordinary masters in their own right—they were still dismissed as mere upstarts compared to the Chen Sect.

The older generation scorned them.

The disciples of the Chen Sect sneered at them even more.

This time.

As the Moon Worship Sect sought to challenge the martial arts world single-handedly, how could the Chen Sect, as its leader, stand idly by?!