Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 126: Zhou Meng Breaks Through the Five Qi, Comparing the Scrolls of the Hell

That afternoon, Mr. Song, who had come to Wudang Mountain to pray for blessings, hurriedly approached Zhou Meng, saying that his younger brother, Song Jinyu, had gone missing.

Her younger brother was none other than "Young Master Song," whom Lü Qian had advised during the morning's fortune-telling session.

Before long, a kidnapping letter was delivered to Master Yunlong. The letter said that Song Jinyu had been kidnapped and that someone would come to collect the reward in the middle of the night.

Zhou Meng calmed down the somewhat flustered Boss Song and told her to go down the mountain and wait for news. After tricking Boss Song away, Zhou Meng's face immediately darkened.

Kidnapping someone in broad daylight at Wudang?

What a joke!

Zhou Meng saw through this clumsy trick at a glance. The behavior of Song Mian's descendants annoyed him. Playing around is one thing, but their behavior was a complete joke at the expense of Wudang's reputation.

Moreover, if this commotion escalates, Song Jinyu is risking the lives of her entire family.

It is true that you are a descendant of Song Mian. Song Mian was once a member of the Wudang sect, but he was also one of the Thirty-Six Thieves. Before the Jia Shen Rebellion was completely quelled, the descendants of the Song family jumped out so impatiently.

Are they waiting for those with ulterior motives to come knocking on their door?

"Enough. Good or bad fortune is something everyone brings upon themselves. I once warned Boss Song that one should not delve into the past, for it would surely bring calamity."

With his back to Daoist Yunlong and Lü Qian, Zhou Meng said, "Now her younger brother may have also come into contact with the world of supernatural beings and has begun to explore those past events from decades ago."

"It must be because Wudang has always been too low-key that we have been humiliated by a junior."

His tone carried a newfound confidence, and his every move exuded a newfound ease and naturalness. This confidence and ease stemmed from the young Taoist priest behind him.

Normally, given Wudang's low-key approach to life, even if something like this happened, they would just treat it as a joke by a junior, let him put on a show, and have some fun.

As for so-called face, it's just an empty title.

Because Wudang at that time simply couldn't withstand any more turmoil, and didn't have the mental energy to care about the gains and losses of empty fame!

On the surface, Zhou Meng is the sole pillar of Wudang Mountain. Although his highly skilled grand-disciple Yunlong can take over his responsibilities, it is not enough!

Although there is a dragon, there is only one dragon!

Without Lü Qian as a future patriarch, Daoist Yunlong would have had to shoulder the burden alone, just like Zhou Meng, until Wang Ye fully matured and the legacy was passed down again.

The risk of passing down the tradition through a single successor is too great. If one is not careful, Wudang will lose its pillar, and the storms of the outside world could destroy this precarious building at any time, thus severing the lineage.

But now that Lu Qian, the later Lu Zu, has appeared, Zhou Meng's confidence has naturally increased, and his conduct has adopted the natural and non-interfering style of Taoism.

He doesn't intend to let this farce, caused by the descendants of Song Mian, go unpunished as usual. This time, he'll be a little more serious, giving them a small punishment as a warning, and also to give an explanation to the descendants of his deceased friend.

After all, while reputation is a mere formality, it can sometimes ensure the orderly continuation of a sect's legacy.

While ensuring the continuation of traditions, the reputation of the sect must not be easily damaged.

Now that Lü Qian is alive, the legacy of Wudang is guaranteed, and Zhou Meng has the energy to care about these empty titles.

In the past, fearing the fading of the family line, he secluded himself in the mountains, detached from worldly affairs.

Now that we have a patriarch, Wudang can recreate the glory days of Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng!

Master Sanfeng, also known as the "Three Madmen" Taoist, was a figure of both respect and fear throughout the martial arts world seven hundred years ago.

In the past, I didn't have the confidence to care, but now that the patriarch is here, I don't need to worry about so much when I do things!

Thinking of this, Zhou Meng, who was standing with his back to the two people, felt a sense of ease in his chest. A continuous stream of pure energy flowed through his internal organs and meridians, making him feel much lighter.

With each breath he took, his aura became more rounded and natural, as if a Tai Chi symbol was flowing around him.

"Congratulations, Grand Tutor, on successfully resolving the five vital energies within your chest and achieving perfect enlightenment!"

Lu Qian keenly sensed the change in Zhou Meng's aura. His eyes flashed with golden light, and he clearly saw the five-colored energy flowing and evolving within Zhou Meng's body in his eyes, which reflected the firelight.

A breath of pure energy permeated the five internal organs and circulated through the five elements. The five-colored energy flowed freely and complemented each other, constantly growing stronger, signifying that Zhou Meng's cultivation in alchemy had broken through to a new level.

"I guess I'm benefiting from your success."

Zhou Meng turned around with a smile, pointed at Lü Qian, and said, "Tonight's matter is left to you and Wang Ye to handle. You juniors still need more experience."

"yes!"

Lu Qian bowed and withdrew, saying, "This disciple will go find Junior Brother Wang Ye now."

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That night, in front of the Zhenwu Hall, Lü Qian stood on the stone steps in front of the hall, holding a wooden sword. He looked up at the stars in the sky, and the mountain wind blew by, lifting a corner of his robe sleeve.

As his robes fluttered, a few strands of hair on Lü Qian's forehead drifted in the wind. He was tall and handsome, and under the bright moonlight, he seemed like an immortal being about to leave the mortal world.

"Senior Brother Lü, it's almost midnight, why hasn't that thief arrived yet?"

Behind Lü Qian, Wang Ye, with dark circles under his eyes and dressed casually, lay lazily on the ground with his hand on a futon.

As he spoke, he covered his mouth with his hand and yawned, "Junior brother, I haven't been sleeping well these past few days, so I need to go to bed early."

"You should use fewer esoteric techniques, and besides, your cultivation of life force is indeed a bit shallow."

Faced with Lü Qian's unwavering persuasion, Wang Ye scratched his head and smiled sheepishly, "Hehehe, it's just that I've been having trouble sleeping lately due to the heat at night, so I can only use some magic to summon a cool breeze to help me sleep."

"If the senior knew that his magic was being used as a sleep aid fan, I wonder what he would think?"

Lu Qian turned around, looked at Wang Ye on the ground, and then joked, "Do you think he'll spit on you indignantly and call you a stupid donkey?"

"Huh~"

Although Wang Ye had never met Zhou Sheng, he still recalled the two years he spent cultivating with Sanfeng in the cave and how disappointed Zhou Sheng was in his son's performance.

Suddenly, those days of arduous, dark training flashed through his mind like a movie on fast-forward.

The roars of the three old men seemed to echo in Wang Ye's ears again, and goosebumps immediately rose all over his body. He quickly waved his hand at Lü Qian.

"Senior brother, stop talking, I was wrong!"

"Cultivation requires self-reflection. Junior Brother Wang Ye, do not waste your life and cultivation for the sake of temporary peace."

Seeing that Wang Ye was still oblivious and indulging in his current comfort, Lü Qian stopped there.

After all, everyone's spiritual practice is a journey on their own path, and no one can do it for them.

Seeing that Lü Qian had fallen silent, Wang Ye rubbed his goosebumps, afraid that the other party would bring up that dark memory again, and quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of which, senior brother, did the three grandmasters really die for their cause?"

As he spoke, his voice became lower and deeper.

Although the three old men were very strict with him, they were essentially doing it for his own good.

They taught Wang Ye the "Feng Hou Qi Men" technique, explaining both its external and internal applications thoroughly, showing their utmost dedication.

"Um!"

Faced with Wang Ye's question, Lü Qian nodded, and after giving a muffled affirmation, he also fell silent.

Just then, a Japanese sword resembling a Tang sword slashed through the void, unleashing a sharp blade of energy that flew straight towards the two people in front of the hall.

Wang Ye and Lü Qian both snorted coldly upon seeing this, and then spoke one after the other.

"I noticed you a long time ago. I was chatting with you on purpose to lure you into making a move."

"That's just a Japanese sneak attack tactic. Wait, your move looks familiar... the Hira Ninja Scroll!"