The Wudang sect was always considered one of the ten strongest forces of the world in any era. Even during the time when their doors were closed and they were in isolation, everyone had no doubt that they would sooner or later make a comeback.
That was how solid the strength and foundation of the Wudang sect was.
The main players leading the Wudang sect were the great disciples.
There was also the sect leader or elders, but most of them passed over the troublesome things to their great disciples and would only get involved in the important matters.
It was a great disciple like Woo Pyeong who actually leads the Wudang sect.
For that reason, once a person becomes one of the great disciples of the Wudang sect, they are actually treated similarly to a sect leader of small and medium sects.
Woo Pyeong is a powerful man who is ranked third among the great disciples.
That’s why his words carry so much weight.
Any martial artist in Jianghu could not easily refuse an offer coming from Woo Pyeong.
Woo Pyeong looked at Pyo-wol with a determined expression.
He would usually smile kindly, so when he puts on a determined expression like this, he unknowingly pressures the other person.
He wanted Pyo-wol to follow his words obediently. That’s why he emphasized that he would be particularly fair.
“I promise on my name that no one will intervene. I will also conduct a thorough and transparent investigation.”
Despite his assertion, Pyo-wol did not give any reply.
In an instant, Woo Pyeong’s eyebrows rose toward the sky. He thought Pyo-wol was deliberately ignoring him.
“You better take my word for it.”
“Take him.”
At that moment, Pyo-wol opened his mouth.
At Pyo-wol’s unexpected answer, Woo Pyeong had a dazed expression for a moment. He did not expect that Pyo-wol would let him take Soma.
“Really?”
“But you’ll have to pay for taking this child.”
“Are you threatening me now?”
“Threatening? Hmm… Maybe.”
“You dare!”
At Pyo-wol’s calm words, Woo Pyeong’s anger exploded.
He clenched his fists as if he was ready to fight at any moment.
The Wudang sect’s qi is strong yet gentle, reminiscent of a mountain. His qi was so powerful that not only Soma, but even Tae Kwang, his own disciple, turned white.
Unfortunately, his qi didn’t have any effect on Pyo-wol.
Even though Woo Pyeong is said to be incredibly powerful, Pyo-wol had experience competing against an opponent more stronger than him.
There was no reason to be discouraged if he was only facing Woo Pyeong, a single disciple and not the entire Wudang sect.
Pyo-wol’s unwavering appearance made Woo Pyeong boost his qi even more.
His qi grew like a snowball.
Usually, once he let his qi output be this much, many warriors would already tucked or turned their tails on their own.
So Woo Pyeong thought Pyo-wol would have a similar reaction.
No matter how powerful he was, it was burdensome to deal with one of the great disciples of the Wudang sect. Because of that, even some senior masters tend to yield or give in a little when dealing with one of the disciples of the Wudang sect.
“Heuk!”
At that time, the complexion of Woo Pyeong changed.
He suddenly stopped breathing after feeling the pain similar to having his lungs stabbed by a needle.
‘What?’
When his breathing was disturbed, the qi he had worked so hard to build up dissipated like fog evaporating in the morning sun.
Woo Pyeong quickly picked up his breathing, trying to regain the qi that disappeared.
Sting!
But at that moment, he felt the exact same stabbing pain again, and thus interrupting his breathing.
Woo Pyeong urgently tried to stabilize his qi by executing the Divine Art of Taiqing.1 However, at every critical moment, he felt a pain as if a needle pricked him.
Woo Pyeong’s face hardened like a stone.
Such a phenomenon could not have happened naturally.
There were many sects scattered throughout the world, but it was the Wudang sect’s deep internal energy that was revered as the best in the world, along with the Shaolin Temple, in terms of internal stability.
There was little possibility that their perfect deep qi, which had been complemented by numerous geniuses for a long time, would be disrupted by an external force intervention during its operation.
Woo Pyeong was now shaken.
Every time he tried to bolster his qi, the stabbing and stinging pain came without fail.
It wasn’t because there was a problem with the Divine Art of Taiqing.
Someone was intentionally and forcibly stepping in.
There was only one person who could do that here.
It was only then that Woo Pyeong realized that Pyo-wol’s martial arts were beyond his imagination.
Just because a person doesn’t move does not mean they could not exercise external force.
Masters who reigned at the top of Jianghu were able to subdue their opponents even without touching them by using techniques similar to telekinesis.2
Pyo-wol intervened with Woo Pyeong’s breathing in the same way.
It sounds simple, but in reality, it requires an unimaginably sophisticated operation of internal energy.
‘Is this guy really on a similar level as those masters?’
A hint of disbelief shone in Woo Pyeong’s eyes.
Since his face was covered with a scarf, it made his true identity unrecognizable. But judging from the condition of the exposed skin around his eyes, he seemed to be a person who could never be beyond his thirties.
It was hard to believe that the person in front of them had reached a level similar to that of the top masters in Jianghu at such a young age.
Woo Pyeong stopped trying to pressure Pyo-wol by lowering his qi. He realized that the stabbing sensation he had just felt was a warning from Pyo-wol.
The atmosphere of Pyo-wol was too unusual for him to ignore his warning.
At this point, Woo Pyeong felt the need to take a step back and change the atmosphere.
Woo Pyeong said politely,
“I failed to recognize a master even in front of my eyes. I am Wu Pyeong of the Wudang sect. Can I know your name?”
“You’re not quick-witted. How could I say my name when it would put me at a disadvantage.”
“………..”
In an instant, Woo Pyeong’s face turned red.
If he had been a little more careful, he could have been able to take it casually, but unfortunately he was very weak against this kind of treatment.
“I… apologize for that. I made a mistake because I was in a hurry.”
“If you use the name Wudang sect, most of the other parties will yield on their own even if you acted demandingly. Even if you apologize after, the other person can’t say anything.”
“………..”
“I guess this is why people say that if they feel unfair, enter a sect. They have no manners or common sense, but they can make the other person yield on their own.”
Pyo-wol’s harsh criticism pierced Woo Pyeong’s chest like a dagger.
He couldn’t say anything, his face just flushed. He’d rather go out all the way to the end, but his face wasn’t thick enough for that.
In the end, Tae Kwang, who couldn’t stand it any longer, stepped forward.
“Haa! This is why there’s a problem with my master. What is this? You stepped forward with such great energy but now you’re humiliated by the opponent.”
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