C8 He Accepted Zhang Sanfeng as His Disciple.

Zhang Wuji said, "Elder Uncle, could you take me to see how Senior Brother Song is doing? I've learned some medical skills from Hu Qingniu, the Medical Immortal of Butterfly Valley, and I might be able to help Senior Brother Song."

Soong Yuanqiao gave a slight nod and turned to Yin Liating, "Sixth Brother, please find accommodations for the three Emei ladies."

Yin Liating acknowledged with a nod, "Ladies, if you would follow me."

Ding Minjun, Bei Jinyi, and Zhou Zhiruo followed Yin Liating, leaving the courtyard now in ruins behind them.

As they departed, Zhou Zhiruo cast a lingering glance back at Zhang Wuji.

Ding Minjun no longer dared to ridicule him, fearing Lin Yuanjian would overhear and retaliate.

But Lin Yuanjian couldn't be bothered with such trivialities.

"System, I need something," Lin Yuanjian communicated with the system in his mind.

The system responded, "Certainly. With sufficient Essence Stones, you can acquire anything. What do you require?"

"I need the Black Jade Broken Connection Ointment," Lin Yuanjian requested.

"The Black Jade Broken Connection Ointment costs 500 Essence Stones. Do you wish to proceed with the exchange?"

"Yes."

"Exchange complete. You have spent 500 Essence Stones and have 9500 remaining."

A finely crafted wooden box materialized in Lin Yuanjian's hands.

"Third Brother, you can't stay here any longer. Let's spend the night at the Heart Healing Palace," Mo Shenggu suggested, helping Yuu Daiyan off the bamboo bed.

Yuu Daiyan agreed, "Yes, and we can check on Qingshu's injuries while we're there."

"Grand Uncle, I'm to blame for all of this," Zhang Wuji said, his face etched with remorse.

Soong Yuanqiao was at a loss for words. Should he scold him? But Zhang Wuji's actions were unintentional. Should he express his frustration? Lin Yuanjian had already put him in a tight spot.

"It's alright. Qingshu was outmatched," Soong Yuanqiao said, trying to maintain composure while inwardly anxious about his son's condition.

"Though it was an accident, I feel partly responsible," Lin Yuanjian admitted, handing the small wooden box to Zhang Wuji. "Wuji, give this to Hero Song."

Soong Yuanqiao's expression hardened, "What is this?"

"This is the Black Jade Connection Paste, a remarkable remedy for bone injuries. It will surely have a profound effect on your son's condition," Lin Yuanjian explained.

"We have our own healing remedies at Wudang," Soong Yuanqiao replied, not quite taking the gesture to heart.

"Is that the Black Jade Connection Paste?" Zhang Wuji exclaimed with delight.

Yuu Lianzhou, puzzled, inquired, "Does this medicine possess some special property?"

Zhang Wuji explained, "According to Senior Hu Qingniu's medical texts, the Black Jade Connection Paste is an exclusive secret remedy of the Western Vajra Sect, known for its miraculous healing properties for bone injuries. It can even restore severely damaged limbs to full function."

Lin Yuanjian added with a smile, "In other words, not only will your son make a full recovery, but Yu Sanxia will be able to walk again as well."

"Ah?" Soong Yuanqiao and his fellow disciples were so overjoyed by Lin Yuanjian's statement that they were momentarily speechless.

"Wuji, is this really true?" Yuu Daiyan asked, scarcely able to trust his ears after years of being bedridden and dependent on others, his spirit nearly broken.

Hearing that he might have the chance to move like a normal person again, how could he contain his joy?

Zhang Wuji explained, "Master is correct; the Black Jade Broken Connection Paste indeed has that effect. However, Third Martial Uncle's injury is old, and his bones have already healed on their own. To use this medicine for treatment, we would need to break the healed bones again so they can mend properly under the influence of the ointment."

Yuu Daiyan, brimming with excitement, declared, "As long as I can walk again, I can bear a bit of pain."

"Are you truly willing to part with such a precious medicine for our Wudang Sect?" Soong Yuanqiao asked, his hands shaking slightly as he accepted the wooden box from Zhang Wuji.

Lin Yuanjian shrugged and replied, "What other reason would I have for bringing it out?"

Soong Yuanqiao expressed his gratitude, "On behalf of myself and the entire Wudang Sect, we are deeply thankful." It was a rare moment for him to speak so warmly, but the potential benefits for both Soong Qingshu and Yuu Daiyan were significant.

"Don't rush to thank me," Lin Yuanjian said with a light smile. "Let's see how the medicine works first."

Without delay, Mo Shenggu hoisted Yuu Daiyan onto his back, and the group hurried to the Heart Healing Palace.

That very night, Zhang Wuji began treating the injuries of Soong Qingshu and Yuu Daiyan.

Upon awakening, Soong Qingshu was consumed by sorrow and anger. He had suffered a humiliating defeat today, not just to Zhang Wuji in a friendly match, but in front of Zhou Zhiruo, the woman he cherished. And the defeat was devastating.

He had always been the pride of his peers, excelling effortlessly. Yet, he never imagined facing such a crushing blow right at his own doorstep. The thought of death crossed Soong Qingshu's mind.

"Zhiruo will surely scorn me. Curse that Zhang Wuji; I'll have my revenge one day."

When he learned Zhang Wuji intended to treat his injuries, he was far from agreeable. He loathed Zhang Wuji, blaming him for his disgrace, and Lin Yuanjian as well.

Left with no choice, Soong Yuanqiao rendered the young man unconscious with a swift palm strike, allowing Zhang Wuji to administer the medicine without resistance.

Yuu Daiyan's case was more complicated, but Zhang Wuji's medical expertise was up to the challenge, even if it meant Yuu Daiyan would have to endure some hardship.

After a night's rest, Lin Yuanjian was surprised by Yin Liating waiting outside his door the next morning.

"Yin Liating?" Lin Yuanjian greeted as he silently opened the door, startling her.

Catching her breath, Yin Liating explained, "My master emerged from seclusion last night and learned that Mr. Lin had taken Wuji as a disciple, broken the Seven Trigrams Formation, and generously offered the Black Jade Replenishing Ointment. He holds you in high regard and would be honored if Mr. Lin could spare some time to meet."

Zhang Sanfeng wished to see him? Lin Yuanjian felt a stir of excitement. "I have long admired Taoist Zhang, and with such a gracious invitation, I would be delighted to accept."

Yin Liating beamed with joy. "Mr. Lin, please follow me," she said, leading the way.

Wudang Mountain boasts seventy-two peaks and thirty-six rocks, making it one of the world's most picturesque landscapes. At dawn, a mystical mist shrouds the entire mountain, transforming it into an ethereal fairyland.

Perched atop the main peak, Heavenly Pillar, is the Wudang Sect. Yin Liting guided Lin Yuanjian up the mountain, aiming for the summit. As they approached, Lin caught sight of the majestic hall ahead, its door adorned with three bold characters that danced like dragons and phoenixes: True Martial Hall.

A spacious training square lay before the True Martial Hall, where dozens of Wudang disciples honed their swordsmanship in the glow of the rising sun.

Bypassing the hall, they reached a courtyard perched precariously on a sheer cliff.

"My master is within. I shall take my leave now," Liting announced.

Lin Yuanjian nodded and stepped into the courtyard, where an elder in a worn Taoist robe, his white beard flowing, sat cross-legged on a green stone, his form wreathed in a swirling purple haze.

Lin observed the man with astonishment. This was Zhang Sanfeng? Indeed, he possessed the air of an immortal, just as Lin had imagined.

What astonished Lin further was that Zhang Sanfeng appeared to be on a path of cultivation, with a level of mastery that was not insignificant. He had reached the peak of the Foundation Stage, equal to Lin's own level. To achieve such a state in an era considered the twilight of cultivation was a testament to Zhang Sanfeng's extraordinary talent.

Yet, Lin noticed that despite their similar levels of cultivation, Zhang Sanfeng's techniques were of a much lower grade, and there seemed to be issues with his cultivation process. This resulted in an aura far less potent than Lin's, and when it came to actual strength, the disparity was vast.

[Detected that Zhang Sanfeng's fate aligns with one of the thirty-six Heavenly Dipper stars, the Heavenly Sword Star. The host must take him as a disciple.]

"What?" Lin Yuanjian was taken aback by the system's abrupt prompt. Surely this was no jest? To take Zhang Sanfeng as a disciple?