Xiao Ning's palm struck the old monk's demon-subduing staff, which he had hastily placed in front of him.
"ah!"
The old monk cried out, his aged eyes bulging, and a look of shock appeared on his face, because he felt a tremendous force coming from his staff, and his feet involuntarily slid backward.
He had been blasted several feet away by Xiao Ning's palm strike, and his feet slid across the ground, actually plowing two deep tracks in the ground.
At the same time, the old monk felt his hands go numb and his tiger's mouth was covered in blood. His heart was filled with shock and disbelief. He never thought that one day he would be knocked away and lose to someone in terms of strength.
This old monk, from the Sakya school of Tibetan Buddhism, with the Dharma name Liansheng, was a disciple of Phagpa and the Mongol Yuan Dynasty's National Preceptor, personally appointed by the Yuan Emperor. He mainly studied the secret teachings of Tibetan Buddhism, the "Tibetan Tantric Wisdom Book," and secondarily studied the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill." His cultivation had reached the innate realm, and his strength was earth-shattering.
Master Liansheng was extremely confident in his own strength, but just now, he had a head-on clash with Xiao Ning, and as a result, he was forced to retreat several feet, losing in the very first move.
That palm strike, so powerful and fierce, was filled with astonishing force; it was absolutely the most powerful palm strike Master Lian Sheng had ever seen.
However, after this exchange, Master Lian Sheng was certain that Xiao Ning was actually a powerful expert with unfathomable strength, whose cultivation was comparable to his own.
After slapping the old monk away with one palm, Xiao Ning pressed his advantage and struck again.
"A hidden dragon should not be used!"
Upon seeing this, Master Liansheng took a breath and then swung his demon-subduing staff down at Xiao Ning with tremendous force, like Mount Tai pressing down on him.
With the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, which had been cultivated to the tenth level, fully activated, Master Liansheng's demon-subduing staff strike carried the force of a thousand jin, making it extremely fierce and powerful.
Unfortunately, if he had encountered other opponents, very few people would have been able to withstand his terrifying power.
However, Xiao Ning had cultivated both the Nine Yang Divine Skill and the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The combined power of these two divine skills was something even he himself did not know the extent of.
The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!
This supreme palm technique, obtained from the sign-in system, now displayed its unparalleled power.
Nine Yang + Dragon Subduing.
When the two are added together, it's not as simple as 1+1.
"Boom boom boom!"
A deafening roar followed as the two exchanged over a dozen blows. This time, Master Liansheng fared even worse than before, as he was sent flying backward by a single palm strike from Xiao Ning, even spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Xiao Ning used all his strength in that final palm strike, but its effect was far more powerful than anyone had expected.
Seeing Master Liansheng fall heavily to the ground, Xiao Ning calmly walked over to him, looking down at the shocked old monk.
Master Liansheng let out a heavy breath, his face flushed. A thought flashed through his mind, and a name appeared in his head. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you Xiao Ning of Wudang?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ning stood with his hands behind his back, but he did not lower his guard. He raised his head and asked, "That's right, it is I! And who are you, old monk?"
"My Dharma name is Liansheng, and I am the Grand Preceptor of the Great Yuan Dynasty!"
Master Liansheng struggled to sit up, and said with a look of regret, "I was blind to Master Xiao's face, and dared not recognize him. I even tried to show off my limited skills in front of an expert, and angered the Master. What a sin! What a sin!"
The old monk looked remorseful, bowed his head and admitted his mistake, as if he had completely given up.
However, in Xiao Ning's mental perception, the malice emanating from the old monk was like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, making one's heart suffocate.
"You ungrateful wretch!"
Xiao Ning remained unfazed and slapped the old monk hard on the head.
"Smack!"
The old monk still wore a look of regret on his face, never imagining that his second plan would not only fail but also cost him his life.
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Chapter 30 The Immortal Physician of Butterfly Valley
The news that the Mongol Yuan Dynasty's National Preceptor, Master Liansheng, was beaten to death in the street quickly spread throughout the world, causing a huge uproar.
Although this name is unfamiliar to many people.
However, mentioning the name of his grandmaster would make many people grit their teeth, wishing they could devour his flesh and drink his blood.
Phagpa was the first Imperial Preceptor of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty.
Emperor Kublai Khan personally bestowed upon him the jade seal, appointing him to oversee all religious affairs in the empire.
Back then, at the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty after the fall of the Song Dynasty, Phagpa convened a religious conference of the world, ordering masters from dozens of sects of Taoism and Buddhism to participate. At the conference, Phagpa fought against masters from all sects of the world single-handedly.
No one knows the outcome of that battle.
All the world knows is that after that, the Quanzhen School perished, the Celestial Masters School closed its doors, and the Maoshan School closed its doors.
Buddhism alone is dominant.
Taoism declined while Buddhism flourished.
This was the first victory for a foreign religious sect in the Central Plains, and also a disgrace to Taoism.
Although it is unknown whether Phagpa is alive or dead, the tragic death of his grand-disciple, Guru Liansheng, in the street is still very uplifting.
This news caused a great stir throughout the world.
As for the extermination of a prince's entire family in the Mongol Yuan Dynasty, that seems less remarkable.
As far as Xiao Ning was concerned, he had only taken the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment that his junior apprentice desperately needed and casually crushed a few flies. As for what consequences it would cause, how would I know?
After killing the old monk, Xiao Ning leisurely returned to the inn where he had stayed. Early the next morning, he checked out and left, returning to Wudang.