Chapter 9: Challenging the Master

  Recalling the thrilling scene of absorbing Yin Zhiping's inner strength just now, Wu Ming secretly felt fortunate.

  At that time, the large amount of genuine energy that suddenly surged in, galloped horizontally and vertically in his meridians, making him feel as if he was going to explode.

  If it wasn't for Yin Zhiping suddenly jumping away, allowing him to passively stop absorbing his opponent's internal energy, Wu Ming believed that he should have already exploded and died.

  And even now, the true energy he had absorbed was still rampaging through his meridians, causing him great discomfort.

  If he hadn't been accustomed to the torment of heartache in reality, Wu Ming believed that by now he would have definitely cried out in pain.

  "What's going on? Master Yin, why did you jump back?"

  The sudden change on the field was beyond everyone's expectation. Not only were the Taoist priests who were watching the battle stunned, but even Sun Bao, who had been cautious and prepared, was left speechless and disbelieving. Wu Ming had actually won, but how did this all happen?

  "Yang Guo, what kind of evil magic did you use?" After jumping back, Yin Zhi Ping felt that he had lost at least 20% of his internal energy in this short period of time. This made him almost unacceptable, and he couldn't help but ask angrily.

  Fresh blood gushed out of Wu Ming's throat as he sat on the ground, suppressing the intense pain within him. He coldly laughed and said: "Elder Yin, don't spout nonsense. You jumped back yourself, what does this have to do with demonic arts? Moreover, according to the rules we agreed upon before our trial, you've already lost. Since you're willing to gamble, then admit defeat. From now on, I have nothing more to do with the Quanzhen Sect."

  "Yang Guo, how could Uncle Ying possibly lose to you? You must have used some trickery."

  "Right, the previous match doesn't count, we have to start again."

  ……

  Many Taoists cannot accept this result and start questioning you one by one.

  "Shut up! You bunch of stinky Taoists, do you still have any face left? Do you think my eyes are blind?" Old Lady Sun's eyebrows shot up, and she scolded loudly. Then, she flew into the scene, landing directly in the middle, and picked up Wu Ming who was sitting on the ground. She asked softly, "Child, are you okay?"

  "It's nothing." Wu Ming shook his head lightly, but couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, staining Old Lady Sun's clothes red.

  "You've spat up blood and yet you say it's nothing. Come, I'll take you back to the ancient tomb to treat your injuries." Seeing Wu Ming spit up blood, Granny Sun's brow furrowed in concern.

  "Don't go..." The internal force that Yin Zhiping had cultivated for many years suddenly disappeared by 20%, how could he bear to give up, if it weren't for the protection of Sun Bao from the ancient tomb sect, Wu Ming would have been caught by him long ago.

  "You stinky Taoist, what are you doing? Are you trying to go back on your word?" Sun Baozhen said coldly as she saw the crowd of Taoists gathering around.

  Yin Zhiping said, "Senior, it's not that I'm being contradictory, but rather Yang Guo has deeply hidden evil skills. For the peace of the martial world in the future, I must ask clearly."

  "What nonsense, it's simply absurd." Old Lady Sun said coldly with a sneer.

  Wu Ming's heart secretly exclaimed that it was not good, but not because he was afraid of Yin Zhi Ping being labeled as a heretic. The ancient concept is vastly different from the modern one, and once such a label is attached, it would be extremely inconvenient to travel in the Jianghu in the future.

  Moreover, Wu Ming also considered that once the secret of Chunyang's snow-melting skill was known to the people in the martial arts world, it would inevitably cause a sensation, which was not what he hoped for at present.

  "Senior, it's not that I, Yiu Chi Ping, intentionally offended you, but this Yeung Kuo is deeply hiding a great danger. Yeung Kuo, I'll ask you again, what kind of evil technique did you use just now?"

  This big hat was pressed on him, Wu Ming was a bit speechless, and suddenly he couldn't find the right words to say.

  At this time, only heard Old Lady Sun say coldly: "Hmph, utter nonsense. He's obviously using our Ancient Tomb Sect's technique, how did it become a demonic technique in your eyes? Even your ancestor Wang Chongyang didn't dare to call our Ancient Tomb Sect's techniques demonic."

  "Yang Guo, how could he know the Tomb Sect's kung fu?" Yin Zhi Ping was skeptical and felt that things weren't quite right, having never heard of the Tomb Sect having such an evil kung fu.

  "Rubbish!" scolded Old Lady Sun. "Of course, it was the old lady who taught him. This child is clever and lovable, and I've already taken him in as my adopted son. From now on, he's a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sect. If you Quanzhen Sect people cause him any trouble, that means you're declaring war on our Ancient Tomb Sect!"

  "Yang Guo, is this true?" Zhao Zhi Jing had been stung by the jade bee and his whole body was in pain and itching. He had been holding back a belly full of anger and now he found an excuse to vent it out.

  Grandma Sun didn't understand the rules of the martial arts world, but Wu Ming did. He also knew that Zhao Zhi Jing was ready to take off his hat, but unfortunately he didn't care. So he said coldly: "That's natural, the ancient tomb sect's kung fu is a thousand times stronger than the Quanzhen sect, ten thousand times stronger. As long as you're not an idiot, you should know how to choose."

  "How dare you have such a big nerve, to actually go and join another's camp! This is utterly unfilial. Do I still exist in your eyes as your master?"

  "You stinky Taoist, you beat me like that before, why should I still acknowledge you? Moreover, just now in the trial of strength, I have already won, from now on you are no longer my master."

  "Shut up, this bet was never made with my consent, I, Zhao Zhi Jing, will not acknowledge it."

  "Hmph, so you're saying we need to have another match between us?" Wu Ming sneered, and at that moment, the task prompt sound of the Book Immortal System rang in his ear.

  "Ding Dong!"

  "You have triggered the quest [Challenge the Master]."

  "Mission content: Defeat Zhao Zhi Jing. Time limit for mission: Within one day."

  When Wu Ming heard this task prompt, he was speechless. He had defeated Yin Zhiping by relying on cleverness and extremely good luck. Now, wanting to defeat Zhao Zhi Jing again, who already has his guard up, is almost an impossible task.

  Fortunately, this time's task had a deadline of one more day, Wu Ming felt that there was no need to be too anxious, and he could slowly think of a solution.

  "That's right, unless you defeat me. Otherwise, the promises you made to others before, I won't recognize them. You are still my disciple Zhao Zhi Jing, and I have the right to discipline you."

  Indeed, there is a butterfly effect. Zhao Zhi Jing has become so cunning and shameless. Wu Ming was momentarily speechless, but then heard Sun Bao Bao angrily say: "You stinky Taoist priest, do you still want to save face? Why didn't you say anything before? Now you're speaking up, clearly trying to gang up on us. Yin Zhi Ping, the previous bet was agreed upon by you, what do you have to say for yourself now?"

  Yin Zhiping also felt that Zhao Zhijing's approach was not quite right. When he heard Sun Bao's questioning, his face turned red with embarrassment, and he muttered: "Senior, I didn't ask for Zhao Shixiong's opinion before opening the bet, which is indeed my fault. However, Zhao Shixiong wasn't wrong either. This is after all a matter between them as master and disciple, and I shouldn't interfere..."

  With the task of the Book Immortal System, anyway, even if Zhao Zhi Jing didn't ask for a trial with Wu Ming, he would still have to find him for a trial. Now that he agreed, it was just right. So Wu Ming coldly smiled and interrupted Yin Zhi Ping: "Alright, no need to explain, explanations are just excuses, isn't it just a trial? I agree to another trial then."

  "Child, this won't do..." Grandma Sun was about to stop him, but heard Wu Ming whispering in her ear: "Mom, don't worry, I'll think of a way."

  Looking at Wu Ming's confident eyes, thinking of the inexplicable victory before, Old Lady Sun stopped talking and let Wu Ming take charge of everything.

  Zhoa Zhi Jing was both shocked and delighted, hastily asking: "Yang Guo, is this true?"

  Wu Ming sneered: "Of course it's true. But the contest isn't now, you're injured now, if I win against you, I'm afraid you won't be convinced in your heart."