Bringing advanced martial arts techniques to a low-level martial arts world

Chapter 13: Eternal Darkness of the Apocalypse

Upon seeing Sheng Wansong, the three immediately introduced themselves.

"Wudang Sect, Yuwen Lie."

"Mo Xuan."

"Moye".

Of the three, Mo Xuanwu was the most skilled, the best Sheng Wansong had ever seen in this world. If Sheng Wansong only used the level of skill he had at the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering, he would have to rely on the power of the Tathagata Palm to defeat him in one strike.

But if they use their full strength, then there's nothing more to say; one palm strike and they're done for.

Mo Xuan stood to Yuwen Lie's left with a smile on his lips and an air of transcendence, his hands clasped behind his back.

Next in strength was Mo Xie, only slightly stronger than Yuan Tai. He stood to Yuwen Lie's right, arms crossed, exuding a carefree and nonchalant air.

Mo Xuan wore traditional Wudang attire, no different from the other two members of the Yuan generation. However, Mo Xie altered her attire, replacing the blue patterns on her white robe with red, as did the hair ribbon around her head.

The most serious of the three was Yuwen Lie in the middle. He seemed to have only recently joined the martial arts world and still had the air of worldly experience about him. He looked to be about the same age as Sheng Wansong.

The two people beside him intended to groom him and let him take the lead in this conversation.

"I've heard that Brother Sheng had some interaction with my two senior brothers from the Wudang Sect, Yuan Tai and Yuan Bao. Could you please tell me the details?"

"Xiao Lie," Mo Xie corrected with a smile, "according to seniority, you should call them your two junior disciples."

Sheng Wansong did not answer directly, but instead asked about their surnames, "You are all Wudang disciples, but your names are very different. Some of you have compound surnames, and some of you have the surname Mo. I remember that Yuwen is the surname of the Di people from beyond the Great Wall."

Mo Xuan explained, "Mo Chen and I both consider Wudang our home."

"Junior Brother Lie has only recently entered the sect and has not yet severed ties with the mortal world."

Mo Xie added, "The three of us are all true disciples of this generation, so we belong to the Mo generation, while ordinary disciples belong to the Yuan generation."

"I see," Sheng Wansong nodded.

In return, after receiving an answer, Sheng Wansong recounted his encounter with the two Wudang disciples and the ensuing conflict.

"Is this really true?!"

As fellow members of the Wudang sect, Mo Xuan and Mo Xie clearly knew something about Yuan Tai Yuanbao.

Mo Xie shook his head and sighed: "Yuanbao is impulsive and acts without thinking. I have warned him many times, but I never expected that he would attack an ordinary person who has never practiced martial arts over a verbal dispute."

"This time, we are truly grateful to the young hero for stopping him from tarnishing the reputation of our Wudang Sect."

These three disciples didn't seem to have much affection for the two from the Yuan generation; they were simply acting out of a businesslike attitude and driven by a sense of honor for the Wudang sect.

"It wasn't me who made the move, but a senior member of the Beggars' Sect."

Sheng Wansong doesn't accept credit that isn't his own.

During the conversation, Ye Yinping finally got dressed and rushed into the courtyard.

"Brother Sheng, I'm sorry I overslept!"

Although she tried her best to act as if nothing was different from usual, no one present could miss the blush on her face and the little fidgets she made under her unease.

She raised her hand and scratched her flushed cheek. "What's everyone talking about? Haha..."

"Xiao Lie, did you see that? This green-clad girl and Sheng boy came out of the same room."

"It seems Constable Liu was right; the little princess of the Ye family army and Sheng Wansong are secretly engaged."

Yuwen Lie understood, but instead of responding to his senior brother Mo Xie's whispered gossip about other people's private affairs, he continued to ask, "After the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering, did Young Hero Sheng see the two senior brothers again?"

"Never."

Sheng Wansong asserted, "After the Chu Xiang Heroes' Gathering that day, I disliked noise, so I climbed over the wall and went out. I happened to meet Yinping, and we went to a regular restaurant for dinner together."

"Afterwards, he went straight home, sparred with Yinping, and taught An'an some basic martial arts."

I fell asleep around midnight (23 PM), and the next day I received terrible news from two constables.

"I testify! Brother Sheng did not leave the house that night."

Ye Yinping once again resorted to her previous excuse.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Brother Sheng!"

The three from Wudang bid farewell and left without lingering.

Ye Yinping didn't dare look at Sheng Wansong, and lowered her head, saying in a muffled voice, "I'll go help with the investigation too!"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran out the door.

After leaving the Sheng family residence, Mo Xie asked first, "Xiao Lie, what do you think of Sheng Wansong?"

"He has an extraordinary demeanor," Yuwen Lie replied after recalling the other's words. "Moreover, he is extremely confident. His seemingly easygoing manner hides an arrogance, and he doesn't even take us Wudang disciples seriously."

"Which genius isn't born with pride? Such a person can't be cured without experiencing a crushing defeat."

Mo Xuan smiled and asked again, "What do you think of his suspicions?"

"Very small."

Yuwen Lie's answer was resolute: "Unless that Miss Ye is lying, he has no time to commit the crime."

"I don't think Ye Yinping could lie without batting an eye, let alone deceive us."

The three walked and talked, and when they passed through the market town of Chu Xiang, they found that the crowds were dense, but the vendors were very few.

"Thirty copper coins for a pound of pork? Why don't you just rob someone?!"

"You couldn't even get pork this cheap if you tried to scramble for it," the shopkeeper rolled his eyes. "Don't you know how long the city's been under lockdown? These are pigs raised by small farmers in the city; I have to pay them twenty-five coins each."

"Get out! If you can't afford it, then get out! Don't block my way!"

Not only meat vendors, but also vegetables, fish, rice, and noodles are in short supply, and prices are soaring.

Upon seeing this, Yuwen Lie frowned. "Prefect Liu's move to seal off the city has already caused great trouble for the people of Chuxiang City."

Mo Xuan deeply agreed, "Right now, rather than finding the murderer, we should go and see Prefect Liu and ask him to lift the city's lockdown."

"I cannot cause unnecessary trouble for the people of Chuxiang City because of my Wudang's private affairs."

After saying that, the three of them turned around and headed towards the government office.

Sheng Wansong was unaware of the situation here and didn't bother to inquire; he continued to follow his pre-arranged schedule.

"An'an".

Upon hearing its owner's call, An'an immediately ran over.

"The cultivation technique you are about to practice has been initially completed."

Sheng Wansong summoned An'an and said casually, "After you become a disciple, we will leave Chu Xiang and head to Suzhou City to participate in the sword-tasting competition at Mingjian Manor."

Upon hearing this, An Lan looked uneasy and whispered, "What if I'm too foolish and delay Master's participation in the sword appraisal competition..."

You can do it.

Sheng Wansong said firmly, "If you can't believe in yourself, then believe in me, believe in me who believes in you."

"You will surely succeed in your cultivation within three days."

Just kidding, this technique was tailor-made for An Lan's body, and she herself possesses the highest level of martial arts talent.

If An'an can't learn it even with this method, then the problem isn't with her, but with the technique created by Sheng Wansong.

An Lan's constitution is dark and evil, making him most suitable for demonic cultivation techniques. As a result, the internal energy cultivated through this technique is pitch black, full of violent destructive power and corrosiveness.

"I have already chosen a name for this cultivation technique: [name]".

"Eternal Darkness"