Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

But for now.

It was still too early.

Without reaching the Land Immortal realm, no matter how astonishing one’s combat power, they could not be his match.

***

Beiliang Prince’s Mansion.

A middle-aged man with graying temples put down the document in his hand. After hearing his subordinate’s report, he sighed:

“Old Huang still couldn’t let go in the end!”

“Even after so many years in my Beiliang Prince’s Mansion, the battle with Wang Xianzhi is still etched in his mind, perhaps even becoming a nightmare.”

Xu Xiao knew.

Back then, the Sword Monarch had challenged Wang Xianzhi, only to abandon his sword and flee, considering it a disgrace.

Now, after much reflection, he had gone to Wudang to challenge Ning Changge, hoping to take that final step under Ning Changge’s pressure, and then go to Martial Imperial City for a final battle with Wang Xianzhi.

Without reaching the Land Immortal realm, he didn’t have the courage to challenge Wang Xianzhi again.

In the end, he failed.

He died at Wudang, his remains buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb.

A fierce general, his eyes filled with killing intent, said:

“Your Highness, even so, Old Huang was one of us in the Beiliang Prince’s Mansion. Wudang shouldn’t have killed him like that, disregarding our Beiliang. I request permission to lead an attack on Wudang and bring back Old Huang’s remains!”

Xu Xiao slowly waved his hand.

“This was Old Huang’s own choice, it has nothing to do with Wudang.”

“Then… what about the heir?”

“The heir has grown up. If he wants to go to Wudang to retrieve Old Huang’s remains after mastering martial arts, it will be up to him.”

Xu Xiao thought of his eldest son and felt a headache coming on.

He slowly stood up.

Looking at the map on the wall.

Liyan Dynasty is not peaceful, and neither is the Nine Provinces.

The chaos of the dynasty leaves little time.

Within the mansion.

A handsome young man downed a bowl of strong liquor, muttering to himself:

“Old Huang, I knew you were a master. Just wait, one day I’ll go to Wudang myself and bring you home!”

***

The death of the Sword Monarch caused quite a stir in the martial world. After all, he was a peerless Heaven-Man swordmaster, but the news mostly spread among those who knew him.

It didn’t have the same grand impact as the destruction of the Dragon-Slaying Saber and the gathering of heroes from all over the world.

Even so.

The reputation of Wudang’s Heaven-Man Tomb continued to grow.

Four Heaven-Man experts were buried there.

The Sun Moon Sect’s leader, Dongfang Bubai, the Round Moon Villa’s master, Demonic Blade Ding Peng, the esoteric monk Dalzhi, and the peerless swordsman, the Sword Monarch.

Each one more formidable and famous than the last.

As a result.

The Heaven-Man Tomb took on a special meaning.

Namely: being buried in the Heaven-Man Tomb signified being among the top-tier Heaven-Man experts, remembered by the world. This was a significant temptation for aging Heaven-Man experts nearing the end of their lives.

Martial artists in the martial world, rising and falling, ultimately seek fame and fortune.

Even Heaven-Man experts are no exception.

For a time.

Many were tempted.

However, most of them were unworthy, with some even being old grandmasters daring to challenge.

Of course.

They naturally wouldn’t meet Ning Changge.

Boom!

Jin Ling, in his twelve-foot true form, was incredibly fierce, forcing an old expert to retreat. The old expert, facing the giant monkey, felt fear and retreated repeatedly.

But Jin Ling showed no mercy.

If you come to challenge, be prepared to die.

Wanting fame without paying the price? Impossible.

With a few more punches, Jin Ling’s fists glowed, and the old expert’s eyes bulged as he spat blood and died, his bones shattered.

Jin Ling showed no emotion, reverting to his four-foot Daoist form, holding a broom as he returned to the Sutra Pavilion.

He left behind a series of shocked and speechless gazes.

To challenge Ning Changge, just getting past Jin Ling was no simple task.

Song Yuanqiao waved his hand, and the disciples behind him immediately collected the old expert’s body and buried it elsewhere.

With his mere peak grand