Wangzhen Building’s heroes were shocked, Madam Wen demonstrated her prowess.
She gradually ascended the building, first defeating Bi Chunfu, then killing lowly minions, and thirdly breaking Hu Bohong... swift and decisive, all within half a quarter of an hour.
Continuing to ascend, on the third floor’s high seats, soone volunteered. Wishing to test the Madam’s skills, he blocked the stairway with a copper tripod, causing an uproar.
"It’s the Back-Trap Monk, a man whose nature is domineering and extrely bizarre. When did he ascend the building, and how did we not notice?"
"It’s rumored that this person never parts with the tripod, handling all life essentials within it. Although short, he possesses trendous strength. Once at Daoxuan Mountain, a young girl insulted him, he then imprisoned her inside the tripod, barring her from leaving. This matter was only resolved when an elder from Daoxuan Mountain personally intervened."
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All eyes were on them.
Wen Caishang maintained her usual deanor, walked toward the obstructing tripod, and said softly, "Back-Trap Monk... I may not challenge you, so why approach willingly?"
The Back-Trap Monk stood on the third floor, the massive tripod thoroughly blocking the stairway, laughed boisterously, "Hahaha, this old man enjoys playing with won. Beautiful lady, how about this? If you defeat , I will certainly yield."
"If you lose to , I will still yield. But in the following days, I invite you to stay within my tripod for a few nights. We would chat about worldly matters, exchange martial arts experiences, enjoy to our heart’s content, wouldn’t that be wonderful, hahahaha, wonderful indeed."
The speakers couldn’t help but imagine upon hearing his words. Sharing a tripod with such a beautiful woman, enjoying intimate closeness. The sheer joy of it, even the gods wouldn’t trade places. They all revealed dazed expressions. Wen Caishang smiled and said, "Old man, betting with , you fall short of strength."
"Hmph!" The Back-Trap Monk said, "Little girl, you show off your skills and think you’re so powerful. In that case, you’ll never see the third floor’s scenery."
He slapped the copper tripod, causing it to quake violently, producing a sharp sound. There were thirteen seats on the high seats of the third floor, half of which were empty, entirely due to the Back-Trap Monk’s domineering actions, blocking the stairway with the tripod, preventing guests from ascending.
More than thirty seats on the second floor, among them four or five individuals were strong enough to sit on the third floor to enjoy a better view and a solitary environnt.
Yet they were all blocked by the Back-Trap Monk. Heroes like Wind Flower Sword·Zhang Xianhua, Bone Shattering Stele Hand·Zhao Ya, and Sighing Yang Scholar·Qi Kaiyan on the second floor, heard their words and felt angered but found no thod.
Wen Caishang gently touched the copper tripod. The Back-Trap Monk snorted coldly, slapped the tripod’s ear, causing rapid spinning, producing a "whoosh whoosh" sound and an incredibly powerful suction!
Those with weaker Inner Qi were pulled along with the suction. They would spin with the tripod for hundreds of rounds in an instant, before being flung back, extrely ferocious.
Several martial artists on the second floor had experienced this move. Even using all their skills, they couldn’t resolve it. The Back-Trap Monk’s Inner Qi was so powerful it left people hopeless to compete.
Wen Caishang said with a smile, "A re child’s play, Back-Trap Old Man, staying with you in the sa tripod is not impossible. But would you dare?"
The Back-Trap Monk replied, "Hahaha, why would I not dare, even a celestial being entering my treasure tripod would admit... eh... this voice sounds familiar?"
"Could it be... could it be... you..."
Madam Wen said, "Little Immortal, use Jade Palm’s ’Unyielding Waves’ move, strike here." She pointed to the tripod’s ear.
Li Xian channeled Inner Qi, water mist pervading. As the palm was thrust, it felt like a massive wave surged forth.
The tripod quivered slightly, without stopping, continued spinning rapidly.
But from inside the tripod ca occasional tremors, with the palpable sound of surging waves, as if water had accumulated.
After a mont, the tripod’s shaking intensified. The sound of waves grew louder, almost turning into the montum of a tsunami.
The Back-Trap Monk exclaid, "Ah," flew backward, fell to the ground. With a loud "thud," the large tripod toppled over, pouring a stream of clear water onto the ground with a crash.
This scene was truly peculiar; the onlookers were all puzzled.
Where did the water within the tripod co from? How did the light hand of a young boy cause the Back-Trap Monk to lose so grandly?
Li Xian as well did not understand.
"So that’s how it is, that’s how it is... such a resolution is possible." The Sighing Yang Scholar Qi Kaiyan, holding a folding fan, gently fanned it, expressed sudden enlightennt.
Turns out...
In the martial arts community, diverse and vast. There exist many martial arts that counter each other. The Back-Trap Monk used the ’Rotating Cauldron Strength’ to rotate the heavy tripod. This martial art was very formidable, 80% of martial arts were ineffective against him under such circumstances.
It was like a vortex, blocking nurous Jianghu heroes.
Regardless of your exceptional swordsmanship or trendous Qi Power... wanting to move this great tripod was utterly impossible. The tripod was heavy and thick, spinning quickly, harboring strong Inner Qi, subtly aligning with the Circulation of heaven, eternal and unyielding.
No matter what move was used against it, it absorbed, neutralized, and responded. It possessed a simplification of all under-heaven’s martial arts.
In fact, it concealed profound martial principles.
However, there’s always soone stronger. Wen Caishang’s martial principles were deeper, she instructed Li Xian to apply ’Unyielding Waves’, striking the tripod’s ear.
’Unyielding Waves’ originally involves ten palm strikes, each closely following the other, one wave after another. Executed in rapid succession, hence the na.
Li Xian delivered just one palm, initiating the wave.
The palm force penetrated the tripod. Inside, the spinning force, akin to a vortex, instead nurtured the palm’s montum, fernting the palm force. Like a wave, it was thrust and surged back, its montum accumulating, ultimately transforming into a monstrous wave.
The Back-Trap Monk did not lose to Li Xian; he lost to himself. More so, he lost to Madam.
As for the water inside the tripod...
Li Xian’s martial arts were extraordinary, almost lifelike. The Back-Trap Monk kept nurturing the montum, causing the palm force to undergo a qualitative change. It actually gathered water vapor, transforming into water!
However... to break this move, there is still one hurdle. The practitioner must possess a ’Perfect Appearance,’ or have mastered the Palm Technique, achieving Inner Qi Second Shedding.
Only then can the Palm Force and strange phenona linger in the air, enduring and unabated, for a long ti.
Only then can the strength be nurtured and increased.
"Impressive, truly impressive. This woman’s strength is incredibly profound," Qi Kaiyan observed, sincerely praising.
Zhao Ya remarked, "The sa principle applies. If I used the ’Black Water Iron Palm,’ I could also break this Tripod Technique. Unfortunately...at that mont, I was determined to go head-to-head. I employed a forceful Palm Technique, intending to forcefully strike the tripod away."
"Who exactly is this woman, with such knowledge, such appearance, such intelligence... she is certainly no ordinary person. And the young man by her side, although young, just demonstrated skill in his palm technique, not lacking in talent!" Wind Flower Sword·Zhang Xianhua comnted.
The strange figure with the tripod exclaid in surprise, "Broken... Lady Zhe Jian! You... you truly have co!"
Wen Caishang said, "You still rember ." She gracefully stepped up to the third floor, her white dress fluttering, her deanor unmatched, with an expression that seed both reproachful and gentle. Yet, the gentler her voice, the more terrified the strange figure with the tripod beca.
Wen Caishang said, "Carry your broken tripod away; with the Dragon Appreciation Banquet at hand, I’m refraining from killing on Senior Long’s territory to avoid bad luck."
"Wen Caishang!" The strange figure with the tripod had encountered the lady over a decade ago. At that ti, the Tripod Turning Skill was not yet perfected, and it had been easily broken by Wen Caishang.
Over a decade had passed. The strange figure with the tripod believed it was now perfect, seeking opponents for challenge, and found none who could break his Tripod Turning Skill, becoming quite proud. He ca to the Dragon Appreciation Banquet, knowing many heroes were gathering here, thinking, "I have created the Tripod Turning Skill, just right to let those heroes have a taste."
Thus, he used the tripod to block the way, sealing the entrance to the third floor, defeating Wind Flower Sword, Zhao Ya, and others.
Unexpectedly, fate played tricks, and he t his defeat. The mont Li Xian unleashed a palm strike, he knew that Lady Zhe Jian had arrived.
But to save face, he was unwilling to admit defeat, disbelieving he would lose again, stubbornly clinging to hope. He continued exerting force on the tripod, instead nurturing the palm strike, ultimately leading to an undeniable defeat.
With an unpleasant expression, the strange figure with the tripod said, "Even though you broke my Tripod Turning Skill, this move is not my trump card. It’s rely a martial art I created, which you exploited to your advantage. Hmph! Lady Zhe Jian... you are indeed formidable, but it’s been over a decade, how dare you say you can securely defeat ?!"
"To drive out of Wangzhen Building? Hmph! You’re underestimating !"
Wen Caishang calmly said, "This young girl is here drinking tea and water, but seeing you truly spoils the appetite. Please step outside for a while, let us both have peace, it’s not to drive you out of the building."
The strange figure with the tripod’s deanor relaxed, "That’s more like it. Had you said it like this earlier, I’m not an unreasonable person; I’d naturally accommodate you."
He carried the large tripod uprightly downstairs, seeking a place on the second floor to sit.
Wen Caishang said, "Even on the second floor, your scent can be slled, please leave the building."
The strange figure with the tripod cursed, "What a keen nose! Fine, fine. Won, eh." He slipped out of the building, turned the street corner, set down the large tripod, and exhaled a cold breath.
"What a monstrous woman... stronger... stronger still!" The strange figure with the tripod stroked the tripod and discovered a palm imprint on its side.
With a gentle touch from Wen Caishang, it was already left there. The force within the palm remained even now. The strange figure with the tripod reached out to touch it, suddenly hearing a "crack" as his hand’s bone shattered...
As if he had crossed palms with Wen Caishang.
"The palm force clings to the tripod; impressive, impressive." The strange figure with the tripod hoisted his beloved tripod and fled in a rush.
Inside Wangzhen Building.
The words "Lady Zhe Jian" provoked widespread discussion. Many heroes and illustrious figures, hearing the na late, hadn’t known of her. They inquired about her exploits from all around. But those truly aware of her prowess remained silent, not daring to speak carelessly.
On the third floor.
Madam Wen saw many empty seats, with a spacious area and a gentle breeze blowing. Looking westward, one could see a greenish forest.
There was a black pond. In the pond, a python was about to transform into a flood dragon.
"Lady Zhe Jian, a pleasure, a pleasure," a richly dressed old man ca forward courteously.
Wen Caishang returned the courtesy, pulling Li Xian closer, and said, "Little Immortal, aren’t you going to greet this elder? His na is ’Hong Muya’, known in the Jianghu as the Senior of Wood."
Li Xian respectfully said, "Greetings to Senior Hong."
Hong Muya replied, "Hahaha, what a fine young man, truly handso. Madam Wen, may I ask if this is your... disciple?"
Wen Caishang smiled, "Yes and no."
Though curious, Hong Muya dared not inquire further. Eight people were seated, all powerful figures from Yu Nan Dao and Longxiong Dao.
The python-flood dragon moves with the water, traveling along Benhua River. The powerful figures from both regions were either there to appreciate or slay dragons. But those gathered in Dragon Claw Town were part of the "Dragon Appreciation Banquet."
They considered each other companions.
That’s why... the lady did not commit murder, rely shocking a petty villain to deter the heroes.
Heaven-Swallowing Toad Hand·Di Bin strode over quickly, respectfully saying, "With Madam here at the banquet, it seems already assured."
Wen Caishang said, "Hero Di flatters ; Caishang is just a weak girl, how dare I take all the spotlight. You heroes are the main force of this banquet. Caishang only brought her young man to see the world."
Di Bin and Hong Muya exchanged glances, each thinking, "Her young man? Could it be that Lady Zhe Jian, after being absent for so long, now has a young man by her side? Observing their relationship, they’re like a master and not a master, like a disciple and not a disciple... could they be both master and wife, both disciple and husband?"
They were quite curious, but this was a matter that might offend the lady, so no one dared to ask.
"Senior Wen, there are guest rooms upstairs, please go up and rest," a voice sounded from above.
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