Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 30 – Zhang Sanfeng Emerges

“Senior Brother, what’s going on?” Zhang Songxi, Zhang Cuishan, and others rushed over, their expressions filled with seriousness.

At this moment, every longsword in their hands trembled and vibrated. Those with higher cultivation levels could barely control their swords, but the third-generation disciples had all released their swords into the sky, where they circled.

These swords, driven by an inexplicable force, formed a tornado of swords.

The third-generation disciples wore expressions of panic, their faces filled with astonishment. The scene before them was simply too horrifying.

“Senior Brother, what should we do? Could it be that a Land Immortal has descended, or is there a peerless swordsman fighting near our Wudang?” Zhang Cuishan asked in concern.

Song Yuanqiao’s expression became solemn. In the face of the unknown intentions of the visitor, he had no choice but to inform Ning Changge, who was secluded in cultivation. However, there was no response from Mo Shenggu, who had been sent to deliver the message.

Frowning, Song Yuanqiao was about to reprimand him when he heard Mo Shenggu muttering in amazement, “Senior Brother, it seems … there’s no need to call Junior Martial Brother…”

“He’s here!” Song Yuanqiao was initially puzzled but subconsciously looked up at the sky.

In the next instant, his field of vision was filled with a sea of fiery-red spiritual lights, like a sea of fire or a sky filled with crimson ribbons, creating a spectacular sight.

Song Yuanqiao fell into a daze. The Seven Heroes of Wudang were all astounded, and the third-generation disciples were overwhelmed by the scene.

Above the horizon, a familiar figure stood with hands behind his back, riding a sword with a graceful posture, like a god lifting the heavens.

A fiery-red spiritual sword danced at his side, and streaks of sword energy enveloped Ning Changge, shuttling back and forth in the sky, leaving behind crimson imprints that rendered the sky exceptionally beautiful.

The speed was incredible. It was only because they were too familiar with Ning Changge that they could recognize his indistinct figure.

As soon as the figure riding the sword appeared, the longswords that were previously circling in the sky immediately emitted jubilant sword sounds, following Ning Changge and shuttling continuously behind him, creating a magnificent scene.

By this point, they all understood. It wasn’t a Land Immortal or a peerless swordsman; it was Ning Changge who had caused this commotion.

Looking at the majesty emanating from the fiery-red spiritual sword and the sharpness of the sword energy surrounding it, Song Yuanqiao and the others swallowed hard.

“Junior Martial Brother, you’re getting more and more formidable!” they exclaimed in their hearts.

Ning Changge hadn’t intentionally caused this. He had immersed himself in a world of creation and acted spontaneously. The eruption of the Red Heaven Sword’s power had led to this astonishing scene.

After successfully refining the Red Heaven Sword, his inspiration surged. Merging himself with the sword, he soared through the sky. This uninhibited feeling instantly elevated his understanding of the sword to new heights.

Countless insights flashed in his mind.

[You have read hundreds of sword manuals and sword scriptures, spent a long time nurturing the sword embryo, and forged a spiritual sword. Your affinity with the sword is unparalleled. You have gained a clear understanding of the art of controlling a sword like a person. You have combined it with the carefree spirit, creating the Carefree Sword Art!]

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[The Red Heaven Sword is a spiritual sword of fire. You have gained insight into the power of fire within it, offering a fresh perspective on both the way of the sword and the Dao of Fire. You have combined them to create a Daoist technique, the Qianhuo Vermilion Bird Sword Qi!]

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After moments of inspiration, Ning Changge finally snapped out of his enlightened state.

Seeing the current scene, he realized that he had disturbed everyone. He smiled apologetically, “I apologize for disturbing your cultivation today.”

Song Yuanqiao quickly waved his hand and laughed, “No harm done. I was just a bit timid. I thought some Land Immortal had arrived, and I almost went to ask our master to come out!”

Their eyes were filled with admiration.

Ning Changge, who usually carried himself with an indifferent demeanor, had revealed his sharp edge today, showing them a different side of him.

“Junior Martial Brother, it might be a good idea to bring these swords down now. Otherwise, our disciples won’t be able to practice,” Song Yuanqiao suggested.

The disciples all wore expressions of extreme joy as they reached for their swords. They immediately felt an unprecedented sense of sharpness and the feeling that they could command their swords effortlessly. These were exceptional weapons, capable of being ranked among the three hundred treasured swords of the Divine Sword Villa.

And all of this had been done casually by Ning Changge.

Watching Ning Changge’s departing figure in the sky, the disciples were overwhelmed with admiration and gratitude. They shouted in unison, “Many thanks to Junior Martial Uncle for the swords!”

Ning Changge smiled and felt his heart becoming more tranquil.

Song Yuanqiao and the others also smiled as they watched this scene.

Time passed without aging on Wudang Mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Changge was nine years old. At this age, he appeared no different from a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth, tall and graceful. His aura of transcendence was easily recognizable.

His profound Daoist presence had become increasingly evident. Constantly studying the Daoist scriptures had filled Ning Changge with a Daoist aura, and his cultivation of immortality had also influenced him.

Ning Changge had advanced further in his cultivation, reaching the Eighth layer of Qi Refining. His spiritual energy had become even more abundant. Grandmasters were mere child’s playthings in his eyes now, and perhaps only Heaven itself could match his prowess.

The Seven Heroes of Wudang were once skeptical and joined forces, but they ended up battered and bruised, forced to admit that Junior Martial Brother was a prodigy.

Ning Changge just smiled.

His foundation had grown stronger. He would occasionally gain insights into new techniques, and he had already digested more than half of the Daoist scriptures and classics of the Five Mountains Sword Sects.

But on this day, Ning Changge did something unusual. He didn’t stay in the scripture chamber but waited with Song Yuanqiao and the others at the forbidden area on the rear mountain.

Today was the day Zhang Sanfeng emerged from seclusion!