Book 6 Chapter 25

Who is the master?

"Come to think of it, who is the master in charge of this Heavenly Sword Association's training camp?"

Suddenly curious,

Nohak asked Namgung Sang.

Now, Wudang Mountain was only a day's journey away.

As this time approached, a question he had been consciously trying to forget emerged in his mind.

"S-surely it's not the master, is it?"

Nohak trembled with anxiety. Suddenly, it felt like all the joints in his body ached as they had two years ago.

"S-surely not!"

There was only one master they were referring to at this time. Suddenly, Namgung Sang felt a chill run down his spine.

"Don't ever say such a dreadful thing again! If you utter such a curse one more time, I'll cut ties with you."

Namgung Sang's voice was filled with genuine emotion.

"I-it's not, is it!"

"Of course!"

Namgung Sang said in a firm voice, as if hypnotizing himself. One nightmare was enough.

"Right?"

Nohak's voice became as small as a mosquito's. He was still uneasy.

"It will be!"

Namgung Sang's voice lacked confidence. A dark shadow of anxiety fell between them.

It seemed he wouldn't be able to sleep properly tonight. It was going to be a long night.

The Wudang Sect, the foremost Taoist sect in China, located in Jun County, Hubei Province! More commonly known as the Wudang Sword Sect, it was one of the two great pillars of the Nine Great Sects along with Shaolin, and the Taishan Beidou of the martial arts world.

Around Tianzhu Peak, the highest peak of Wudang Mountain, which consists of 72 peaks, 36 caves, and 24 gullies, a dense sea of clouds stretched out, overflowing the eyes. From the summit of this peak, also called Zisun Peak, a Taoist priest was now looking down at the mountain.

"They're finally coming…"

Wuzhenzi stood on the summit of Zisun Peak of Wudang Mountain, gazing at the lingering twilight that dyed the west red.

His gaze, which took in the sunlight and the mountain submerged in the sea of clouds, was filled with a deep mysterious energy.

His pure white hair, reaching his chest, and eyebrows as white as snowflakes gave him the appearance of an immortal. However, his small physique and thin body gave him a slightly stern impression.

Wuzhenzi, the True Person Xuanming!

He had lived with his sword for nearly 50 years!

He was now revered as one of the Eight Wudang Swordsmen, unmatched in Wudang in swordsmanship, a master of the Yangyi Sword.

Today was the day.

The former elder of Wudang Sect, Master Wuzhen, eagerly awaited the arrival of the top talents from the Heavenly Martial Academy. As the person in charge of this year's Wudang training camp, he felt a strong sense of responsibility and had his own plans and aspirations.

However, his expectations, aspirations, hopes, and intentions were shattered by a single young man. The two were destined to never get along, like water and oil.