"Then... can I go and see the magnificent myriad worlds for myself?"
"Can I also become an immortal?"
"Immortality? Or even eternal life?"
Xiao Ning felt his mouth was dry and his heart was racing. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he might, perhaps, maybe, possibly really be able to do it.
It wasn't that Xiao Ning was arrogant. With the sign-in system as a cheat, if he couldn't achieve immortality, he might as well buy a block of tofu and smash his head against it and die.
Thinking of this, Xiao Ning burst into laughter: "Hahaha..."
In an instant, all those worries seemed insignificant.
Just then, a slightly aged voice came from outside the door: "Disciple respectfully invites Martial Uncle to emerge from seclusion!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Ning stopped smiling. He recognized Song Yuanqiao's voice, cleared his throat, and said, "It's Yuanqiao. What's the matter?"
At the same time, he flicked his sleeve, and the main door of the thatched hut swung open with a loud bang.
But outside the door, all seven heroes of Wudang stood respectfully, and one figure in particular caught Xiao Ning's eye.
He stepped out of the thatched hut and said with a smile, "Cuishan, you're back? How's the situation outside?"
"Disciple greets Martial Uncle! Welcome Martial Uncle out of seclusion!"
"Disciple greets Martial Uncle! Welcome Martial Uncle out of seclusion!"
"Disciple greets Martial Uncle! Welcome Martial Uncle out of seclusion!"
...
Song Yuanqiao and the other six bowed deeply and said respectfully in loud voices.
Xiao Ning waved his hand: "Never mind, no need for formalities!"
Zhang Cuishan knelt down with a bitter smile on his face: "Uncle-Master, Cuishan suffered a great defeat this time and has come back to ask for help. I beg you to personally take action!"
Xiao Ning's eyes widened, and he hurriedly asked, "What happened? Although I have not been in seclusion for many years, I still know a lot about the outside world. With your abilities, Cui Shan, plus the help of hundreds of thousands of Ming Cult members, overthrowing the Yuan Dynasty should not be a problem. How come you are in such a sorry state?"
After saying that, he reached out and helped Zhang Cuishan up.
Zhang Cuishan stood up, sorted out his thoughts, and slowly said, "...Previously, my army marched north all the way to Dadu, surrounded Dadu, and was about to break through Dadu when it was blocked by a group of Western Region lamas!"
“That old bald thief was exceptionally fierce. My men were no match for him. Left Envoy Yang died in battle, my father-in-law died in battle, Zhou Dian died in battle, and Shuobude died in battle. The rest were also seriously injured.”
"If it weren't for the large army by our side, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to see you again, Uncle Master. I had no choice but to order the entire army to retreat a hundred miles back to the mountain to seek reinforcements."
"I humbly request that my martial uncle personally intervene!"
Zhang Cuishan gave a brief account of the progress made over the years, and then bowed deeply, earnestly requesting Xiao Ning to take action.
Xiao Ning frowned and muttered to himself, "Old bald thief? Or a lama from the Western Regions? What's this guy's background? I killed the old monk Liansheng back then, does he have any fellow disciples?"
At this moment, an aged voice came: "If this old Taoist is not mistaken, it should be Phagpa, the National Preceptor of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty!"
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Chapter 71 All-Out Attack
Hearing the voice, everyone turned to look, and there was Zhang Sanfeng. His silver hair was flying, his face was as rosy as a baby's, and he was calm and composed. The only flaw was that his clothes were shabby.
"Senior brother has emerged from seclusion!"
"Master has emerged from seclusion!"
The crowd rushed forward, and the Seven Heroes of Wudang were especially excited, kneeling down and kowtowing in unison to pay their respects.
After a lively gathering, the group arrived at the Zhenwu Hall and sat down in turn.
Zhang Sanfeng's smile faded, and his expression turned solemn: "If what Cuishan said is true, then that old lama must be Phagpa, the first national preceptor of the Mongol Yuan Dynasty!"
Song Yuanqiao was extremely surprised and hurriedly asked, "Master, wasn't there a rumor back then that Phagpa had already passed away?"
More than seventy years ago, Phagpa emerged out of nowhere and suppressed the world for nearly an era. At that time, Song Yuanqiao had already emerged, and his name was naturally very well-known.
It was only later that rumors circulated that Phagpa had suddenly passed away, which is why Song Yuanqiao found it unbelievable.
Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard and shook his head slightly: "Although we have different positions, I have to admit that Phagpa is exceptionally talented. He was able to advance to the Grandmaster level using unorthodox techniques of Tantric Buddhism. I am ashamed to admit that I am not as good as him!"
"Decades ago, the old Taoist was just a novice, his skills were not yet fully developed, while Phagpa had already reached the level of a grandmaster, and his fame shook the world."
"At that time, the Song Dynasty was destroyed, and Phagpa took charge of all religious affairs in the world. He convened a religious conference and defeated all the religions in the Central Plains. The Quanzhen School was wiped out, and the remaining sects also closed their mountains and closed their schools."
At this point, he sighed, paused, and then continued:
"That's precisely why I dare not be too flamboyant!"
"Considering the lifespan of a martial arts grandmaster of two hundred years, Phagpa still has several decades to live. He won't pass away so easily!"
"However, I have no idea why this rumor exists!"
Zhang Sanfeng's words revealed a long-forgotten story to everyone. The homeland was too painful to recall. Under the bright moonlight, the Mongol Empire swept across Eurasia with great vigor. It was the darkest moment for the Han people of the Central Plains.
Now, thanks to the secret planning of Zhang Sanfeng and Xiao Ning, and the sincere cooperation between the Wudang and Ming Cult sects, a glimmer of victory has finally appeared.
Unexpectedly, that foreign lama, who was like a great demon king back then, reappeared. As soon as he appeared, he defeated the Ming Cult rebels, who retreated a hundred miles and dared not move easily.
Xiao Ning pondered for a moment and slowly said, "Senior brother, I think that Phagpa may have been seriously injured back then and has been in seclusion to heal his injuries all these years."
"Otherwise, if I had killed his grand-disciple back then, he would have come looking for revenge!"