Incredible Insight: Cultivating Immortality at Eight, Astonishing Zhang Sanfeng Chapter 192

Chapter 192

Everyone was left in utter shock.

The Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords, towering at thirty-three zhang, dwarfed the Spirit Monkey’s four-zhang true form. It was nothing short of a mountain!

Moreover, no one had seen how the monunt was created.

In re monts, amidst a cascade of phenona, the monuntal sword stele descended from the heavens.

Now standing at the gates of Wudang, the thunder and divine fire that surrounded it gradually dissipated, revealing layers of sword intent etched into its surface. Even the likes of Xin Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, unparalleled swordsn, couldn’t hide the fiery desire in their eyes.

Li Hanyi, the Snow Moon Sword Immortal, unconsciously rose from her seat, wanting to approach the monunt. But she quickly stopped herself—it would be improper. Her beautiful eyes, however, remained fixed on the stele, filled with longing.

The Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords was exactly as its na suggested—a monunt containing ten thousand sword intents. Such a creation was beyond imagination.

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At the mont the monunt descended, a figure far beyond Wudang’s borders ca to a halt.

A beggar-like man, his aura concealed yet unfathomable, stared in the direction of Tianzhu Peak. His eyes glead with intensity.

“What magnificent sword intent! What diverse sword intent! What profound sword intent!”

Dugu Qiubai repeated the word “magnificent” three tis.

Though he didn’t know what had occurred atop Tianzhu Peak, the sword intent was so vivid that he could sense it clearly. The monunt’s myriad sword intents, encompassing all styles and techniques, left him in awe.

So of the sword intents were so profound that even he, a peerless swordsman, found them unfathomable. His own sword intent surged in response.

“Old friend, it seems we’ve co to the right place today!” Dugu Qiubai said, glancing at the Divine Condor beside him. The condor let out a cry, and Dugu Qiubai laughed heartily.

“Are you worried about , old friend? Don’t be. I’ve lived long enough. If I can cross swords with such a peerless sword immortal before I die, I’ll have no regrets!”

His laughter was filled with boundless pride.

Step by step, he made his way toward Wudang—not to celebrate, but to challenge.

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Back on Tianzhu Peak, countless eyes shifted between Ning Changge and the Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords, their awe and astonishnt unrestrained. Monts ago, they had been eagerly anticipating Ning Changge’s gift. Now, having witnessed it, they felt as though their horizons had been expanded imasurably.

The Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords, as Ning Changge had stated, wasn’t ant for Zhang Sanfeng.

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“The Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords contains myriad sword intents. From now on, Wudang disciples can ditate before it, selecting sword intents that suit them. If, one day, they achieve their own unique insights, they can also imprint their sword intents into the monunt,” Ning Changge explained, his voice calm yet resonant.

His words drew countless envious gazes.

The eyes of swordsn in particular burned with desire. They couldn’t help but imagine how incredible it would be to study swordsmanship before such a monunt.

Even Heaven-Man realm swordmasters like Xie Xiaofeng found their breathing uneven.

Though most of the sword intents in the monunt were of little use to them, there were still a few that made their hearts race. In that mont, they wished they were Wudang disciples.

The disciples of Wudang, feeling the envious gazes directed at them, were filled with pride. Their eyes turned reverently toward the white-robed figure at the center, and they shouted in unison:

“We thank Little Martial Uncle for strengthening Wudang!”

Their voices rolled like thunder, embodying the grandeur of a sacred land.

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Even the Land Immortals couldn’t help but marvel.

They could sense the profound mysteries within the Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords. Not only could it aid in comprehending the Dao and studying swordsmanship, but it could also grow and evolve over ti.

It was unimaginable.

In a thousand years, as countless Wudang geniuses imprinted their sword intents into the monunt, its power would beco unfathomable.

This was a treasure capable of supporting a sect’s foundation for generations!

Ning Changge’s gift left everyone in awe. The Seven Heroes of Wudang could only shake their heads in admiration. Compared to the Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords, their Seven Stars Daoist Robe seed trivial.

The difference in scale was undeniable.

The Seven Stars Daoist Robe was a personal gift for their master, while the Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords would benefit Wudang for millennia.

Their respect for their junior brother deepened.

Little Martial Uncle was still Little Martial Uncle!

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Zhang Sanfeng’s laughter echoed across Tianzhu Peak.

For the first ti since the celebration began, he laughed so heartily, his joy evident to all. His eyes sparkled with pride and satisfaction as he looked at Ning Changge, the boy he had brought back from Mount Hua eleven years ago.

“Eleven years ago, I brought you back to Wudang from Mount Hua. That was the greatest fortune of my life,” Zhang Sanfeng said, his voice filled with emotion.

“Changge, your gift pleases greatly. You’ve put much thought into it.”

His heartfelt joy was palpable, and even the Land Immortals, such as Li Changsheng and Xiaoyaozi, couldn’t help but feel envious. Their own disciples were talented, but compared to Ning Changge, there was simply no comparison.

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Ning Changge was equally pleased.

How many people live to celebrate a centenary?

If a hundredth birthday celebration was to be held, it should be nothing short of perfect.

Smiling, he said, “As long as Master is satisfied. This Monunt of Ten Thousand Swords is the first of my birthday gifts to you.”

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The crowd froze.

The first gift?

Did that an there was a second?