Big Data Cultivation-Chapter 604 - Troublemaker
Chapter 604: Chapter 604 Troublemaker
Chapter 604: Chapter 604 Troublemaker
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Feng Jun had no ill feelings towards Tang Wangsun’s theatrics of borrowed authority; instead, he silently admired the man’s sense of proportion.
Why? Because Feng Jun’s actual goal was still cultivation, and he didn’t want to become too entangled with the cultivators of this plane.
Of course, he also needed to interact with some cultivators, in case he could once again acquire treasures like the Soul Stone — that would be splendid.
Maoshan volunteered to help him filter those with whom he should make contact, which was very welcome and incredibly helpful.
As for the benefits Maoshan might gain from this, he wouldn’t mind at all — an emperor does not worry about feeding his soldiers; why would others take a bullet for you if there’s nothing in it for them?
It was at this moment that someone else raised a question. It was someone from Dragon Phoenix Mountain, “Master Tang, does Maoshan not intend to use the remaining three Spirit Stones, then?”
The lineage of Zhang the Heavenly Master has always had a bit of friction with Maoshan, so this question was not unexpected.
Upon hearing this, Tang Wangsun smiled faintly, “We have relations with that senior, and he appreciates Maoshan quite a bit, hehe, my friend, you worry too much.”
This answer was evasive, even somewhat boastful, but the representative from Dragon Phoenix Mountain was not to be easily dismissed, “Maoshan managed to cling on to this senior, I wonder what price was paid?”
Tang Wangsun’s face turned dark with irritation: Damn it, they say ‘Some people just can’t chat,’ and they’re talking about you!
At the crucial moment, Tang Wenji spoke up, “My friend, you’re thinking too much. Had Maoshan been willing to cling to power, Dragon Phoenix Mountain might not have had the chance to be conferred as Heavenly Masters by the Imperial Court.”
Just then, Spiritual Energy fluctuated suddenly, and a grey figure shot into the white fog of Juqu Cave Mansion like an arrow.
Following this, two muffled thuds came from within the fog; the sounds were not loud, but they caused a strong vibration, making the whole fog churn and roll.
Tang Wangsun shouted, “Uncle-Master, be careful!”
Almost simultaneously, a voice laughed heartily, “This Spirit Gathering Array is fated for my Mount Putuo. Bull Noses, thanks for the hard work…”
“Bastard!” An infuriated bald monk roared, “Daring to impersonate my Mount Putuo…”
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His shout had not even finished, and the grey figure shot out again, heading directly toward the mountain wall behind the Cave Heaven.
Juqu Cave Heaven was not on the mountain summit, but was adjacent to the mountain wall. The direction of the summit was actually the most heavily guarded by Maoshan, as they were prepared to prevent anyone from descending upon Juqu Cave Heaven from above.
However, the situation at hand meant this was the best direction for escape, as only Maoshan disciples were present in this direction.
On other sides, there were seas of people visiting for the ceremony, and if anyone caused even a slight delay, escape would be impossible.
“The thief seeks death!” A figure shot out like lightning in pursuit. It was none other than Tang Wenji, the Little Celestial Master of Maoshan.
Her speed was already quite fast, but the grey figure was even faster by several notches.
Two Daoist-robed Maoshan disciples rushed over, positioning themselves to block the grey figure’s path.
The grey figure laughed aloud, waving both hands, and the Maoshan disciples, as if struck by a heavy hammer, suddenly seemed shorter, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
With that blow, the grey figure leapt into the air again, its speed of escape increasing even further.
Then, at that moment, a streak of lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a crackling roar; a bolt of thunder struck the figure’s head with incredible speed.
After being hit by the lightning, the grey figure tumbled to the ground, bouncing twice due to the velocity before collapsing.
Tang Wenji was fast as well; after several leaps, she reached the person’s side, bent down, and reached out to grab at the ground.
“Be careful!” someone behind her shouted—it was a Taoist from Wudang calling out.
Among the people present today were several martial masters; the Taoist was also a martial master. However, most of them were advanced in years, with less vigorous vitality and not as quick as the girl Tang Wenji.
Naturally, as a disciple of Maoshan, Tang Wenji, seeing trouble, could take to her heels to chase down the culprit. Others, however, didn’t have this confidence — at least they had to consider, ‘Is it appropriate for us to chase someone on Maoshan’s hallowed ground?’
In any case, she was in the lead, reaching out to grab without any hesitation.
Tang Wenji, among the Maoshan disciples of the last three generations, was exceptionally outstanding, with superior intellect and reflexes and decisive action. However, she ultimately grew up in peaceful times, with little experience of the Jianghu and a lack of vigilance against others.
In her eyes, a thief struck by lightning — I reach out to grab you, and you dare resist?
By the time she heard the warning “Be careful,” it was already a bit late.
The grey-clothed figure on the ground moved; the previous bolt of lightning made all his hair stand on end and turned his body charred black, his grey clothes shredded into strips. Whether he could even live was a question, but surprisingly, he moved.
He rolled to the side, his body springing up like a coiled spring, his dark arm stretching out to grab Tang Wenji’s Daoist hair bun.
Even though his movements were swift, it was clear that he had been seriously injured before; otherwise, he would have confronted Tang Wenji directly — it was plain to see that Tang Wenji was no match for him.
But he chose to avoid the brunt and reached out for her hair instead.
In modern combat technique, grabbing hair is rare, and it’s not a lethal move.
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However, only those who have participated in certain stability maintenance activities would know that grabbing someone’s hair is not a means to kill the enemy, but when it comes to subduing them, there is nothing better.
Hair under control is tantamount to having one’s head controlled… It’s a complicated issue to explain in detail, but if someone pins your hair to the ground, don’t even think about getting up to counterattack, as turning over would be difficult—lying on the ground is the only option.
The man in grey had already failed, and escape was not an option. So his plan now was to capture Tang Wenji as a hostage.
Otherwise, killing her would have been even easier than capturing her.
Tang Wenji really hadn’t expected that someone who had been chopped into a piece of charcoal could still react so swiftly. As soon as her hand reached out and missed, she let out a sharp scream, “Ah~!~”
Then, her body instinctively dodged, trying to avoid the enemy’s subsequent attack—although her experience was limited, her reactions really were far from ordinary.
However, lacking experience in the Jianghu could not be made up for by quick reflexes alone.
The man in grey reached out, and his charred palm firmly grasped the other’s hair bun, then exerted force with his hand.
A smile even emerged at the corner of his mouth… Little woman, come obediently to me.
The next moment, an angry roar came from his mouth, “Damn it!”
He’d pulled the hair over, but… where was the person?
The person didn’t come over. What the hell… it was a wig!
Tang Wenji, with her hair dyed in various colors, shot out like a bullet, reaching for her waistband… oh no, her belt.
She screamed, “Ah~” and pounced desperately, half out of terror and half out of fury.
Luckily, it was the day of the grand ceremony. She not only changed into her Daoist robe but also donned a wig—for such occasions, unconventional attires were inappropriate.
Now suddenly attacked like this, she was truly filled with indignant shame, and without a second thought, she drew out the Nine Section Whip tied around her waist, lashing furiously at her adversary.
Though Mount Putuo prioritized Daoist techniques, they still had martial arts. The Nine Section Whip originated from whip techniques, but its attack power far exceeded that of a long whip.
In truth, she hadn’t realized that the struggle they were engaged in had transcended the typical fight over victory, it was a fight for life and death.
The mere Nine Section Whip could at best severely injure and disfigure the enemy, hardly capable of incapacitating them in a single blow.
She brought out the Nine Section Whip, but the man in grey transformed into a blur, swiping his hands across his waist and lunging toward her.
In his hands were two short daggers, dark in color, clearly meant for killing.
He was going all out, willing to endure a couple of whip strikes, just to take down this young woman before any reinforcements arrived.
As for the possibility of seriously wounding the opponent, he couldn’t care less. Honestly, the girl was no easy adversary, and without striking hard, it would indeed be difficult to end the fight quickly.
Right at that moment, a furious roar came from behind, “Rogue, watch out for the staff!”
It was Gazi, quickly catching up. His Wind Shadow Kick was only just learned, but it was sufficient to utilize a significant part of his cultivation for traveling.
Even so, having started late, he was still seven or eight meters away from the man in grey. Seeing the enemy fight like a cornered beast, he pulled out the short staff he practiced with for Sleeve Staff from his Storage Talisman and threw it forcefully.
This short staff, with steel rods inside the rubber, was extremely heavy. A beginning martial master throwing it with all his might sent it whistling through the air.
The man in grey heard the whistling sound and knew it was bad. Getting struck by this would result in broken bones at the least.
Avoiding by sound, he dodged just in time as Tang Wenji’s Nine Section Whip followed, snapping toward him. With a crack, it viciously struck his back, causing him to stumble.
This was also thanks to the fact that the Little Celestial Master’s Nine Section Whip was meant for sparring; a more powerful whip could have caused him a fracture.
With this delay, Gazi had caught up. Without a second thought, his Wind Shadow Kick rose and he kicked out directly, sending the man flying four or five meters.
Immediately after, two more people arrived, one of whom was the Wudang Taoist who had shouted “Be careful!” The other was a middle-aged layman.
By this point, the man in grey had no chance of escape, and even the Wudang Taoist, proud of his stature, refrained from making another move. He simply stood to the side to back up the situation, preventing the man from fleeing.
Soon, they captured the man, who had not stolen the Spirit Gathering Array but had taken the Spirit Stones from the Array’s eyes.
This was also thanks to the elder uncle of Tang Wangsun who had been presiding over the Spirit Gathering Array.
He was a true ascetic, weak and sickly since a young age, and was sent to Maoshan to cultivate inner power. Having never married, he was now over eighty years old, capable of striking with such force that even Tang Wenji dared not receive it directly.
He exchanged two palms with the man in grey, not without difficulty, but the man in grey dared not take the Array Plate and instead, after snatching the Spirit Stones, he fled.
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