Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng

Chapter 113

A height difference of three zhang between six and three zhang may seem small, but the pressure it exudes increases exponentially.

Jin Ling now radiated golden light, resembling a divine war god clad in celestial armor, commanding awe and reverence.

Layers of golden light enveloped him, making him appear sacred and inviolable.

Qiao Feng’s eyes widened in shock. “Is this the legendary supreme martial art of the Wudang spiritual monkey? It’s truly terrifying! I thought it was exaggerated, but now…”

Qiao Feng fell silent, feeling a chill down his spine. Many had come to challenge Tianzhu Peak recently, including several peerless Heaven-Man experts. Among them were individuals as formidable as Sword Emperor Jiu and the old leader of the Beggar Sect.

Naturally, Jin Ling had used this physical technique during these battles, spreading its fame. However, most people only mentioned the spiritual monkey reaching a height of five zhang after using the technique. Now, seeing it at six zhang was beyond their expectations.

Hong Qigong also gasped. Though he and Qiao Feng were renowned martial artists, they had no chance against this spiritual monkey. Even if they joined forces, they wouldn’t stand a chance. The Beggar Sect disciples fell silent, and the Wudang disciples were equally amazed.

Yin Liting marveled, “Nephew Jin Ling’s divine technique has become even more powerful. It seems our junior brother has improved it again.”

Song Yuanqiao nodded with a smile, “Indeed. Last time, Jin Ling’s technique only reached a little over five zhang, and the golden armor wasn’t as solid.”

Everyone sighed, knowing that the true strength lay not just in Jin Ling but in their junior brother, who was quietly cultivating in the Sutra Pavilion.

At this moment, the old leader of the Beggar Sect, seeing Jin Ling’s divine technique, felt his heart race. However, he was a seasoned martial artist with nearly three decades of experience, and his martial will was unwavering. His battle intent surged.

“Impressive, as expected of the legendary spiritual monkey! Come on! Fight me to death!!” He laughed wildly, his qi exploding. His already formidable body grew even larger, though still dwarfed by Jin Ling. His aura was fierce.

Roar! Roar! Roar! The Dragon Subduing Palms unleashed golden dragons at the golden-armored spiritual monkey, embodying both ferocity and subtlety. “Qiao Feng, Hong Qi, watch closely as I demonstrate the Dragon Subduing Palms one last time!” He laughed, knowing his end was near and wanting to leave something for his successors.

The Beggar Sect disciples clenched their fists, eyes filled with sorrow, but none tried to stop him. This was the old leader’s decision. If he feared death, he wouldn’t have come to Wudang.

Facing the terrifying dragon palms, Jin Ling remained unfazed. His six-zhang body reached out, effortlessly grasping the golden dragons as if they were mere insects. With a burst of golden light, he tore them apart.

The resulting shockwave would have severely injured a grandmaster, but it barely affected Jin Ling, who absorbed it with a slight ripple of golden light.

The Beggar Sect disciples fell silent, their sorrow deepening. Jin Ling’s strength was overwhelming, unshakable.

Song Yuanqiao and the others sighed, acknowledging that Jin Ling was nearly a Land Immortal in strength. He could contend with the likes of the sweeping monk and Sword Emperor Jiu.

Boom! Boom! The sounds of battle echoed across Tianzhu Peak, accompanied by the old leader’s hearty laughter. Jin Ling showed him full respect, understanding his intentions. He could sense the attitude of those who challenged him and responded accordingly. If someone treated him as a mere beast, he would tear them apart without mercy.

“Refreshing! This is the best fight I’ve had in the past thirty years!” The old leader’s mouth bled as he retreated. He bowed to Jin Ling,

“Thank you, spiritual monkey!”

Then, looking at the Sutra Pavilion with regret, he said, “Alas, I’m not strong enough to meet the Little Immortal.”

Finally, he glanced at the Beggar Sect disciples, laughing, “The Beggar Sect is in your hands now!” With that, he sat cross-legged, his life force fading. After fighting Jin Ling for so long, he had reached his limit, barely holding on.

The Beggar Sect disciples’ sorrow deepened. Qiao Feng and Hong Qigong bowed, and the disciples shouted in unison, “Farewell, old leader!” Jin Ling reverted to his four-zhang form and bowed.

A green spiritual light appeared, carrying the old leader’s body into an ancient tree in the Heaven-Man Tomb. The tomb’s aura grew more profound.

Now, ten top-tier Heaven-Man experts were buried there, each a legendary figure. The tomb’s reputation was becoming legendary, and those buried there were remembered.

The tomb’s aura evolved, enriched by the paths of the ten experts. Ning Changge, sitting in the Sutra Pavilion, glanced at it with joy.

Establishing the Heaven-Man Tomb had been a wise decision. The evolution of life and death within it benefited him greatly, as the Five Elements, life and death, and yin and yang were interconnected.

His spiritual sense enveloped the area. Song Yuanqiao and the others led Qiao Feng and Hong Qigong to stay, only glancing at the Sutra Pavilion from afar. Qiao Feng, looking at the pavilion, felt a strong desire to meet the Little Immortal and fulfill the old leader’s wish.

Despite the old leader’s death, the Beggar Sect harbored no ill will towards Wudang. The challenge had been the old leader’s choice, and Wudang had given him respect, fostering goodwill between the two sects.

Ning Changge paid no attention to these matters, focusing on Jin Ling, who entered respectfully. “Well done,” he praised.

Jin Ling beamed with joy. Others’ praise meant little to him, but Ning Changge’s approval delighted him.