Chapter 98: Chapter 98 Feeling Ashad
Wu Tian watched Gu Liweileng, unperturbed. He had experienced everything; he had seen the sun fall from the sky and watched the moonlight weep. When she kicked out at him, it was, in his eyes, a re trifle.
"Didn’t you say you wouldn’t get angry?" Wu Tian asked coolly.
"Hmph! So what if I go back on my word? Got a problem with that?" Gu Liweileng huffed and charged at him again. She began with an opening stance before sending a fist toward Wu Tian. The movent was slow, but it held a subtle grace.
"Tai Chi?" Wu Tian smiled, easily dodging her punch.
"That’s right, it’s Tai Chi," Gu Liweileng said seriously. "But I’ll have you know, this is authentic Wudang Tai Chi. It’s completely different from the slow-motion exercises you see old folks doing in the park."
Wu Tian laughed. "Of course, I know it’s different. You’re using the genuine Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng. It seems Wudang Mountain has so real masters after all."
Anyone who has watched a few martial arts dramas knows that Zhang Sanfeng was a master. However, many people grow up to believe that television is deceptive and the Taoists on Wudang Mountain are nothing special. But after seeing Gu Liweileng’s fist technique, Wu Tian realized that there were true masters from the Martial Arts World on Wudang Mountain.
In the cities, beyond the Five Surnas and Seven Families, other Martial Sects also existed. Gu Liweileng herself harbored a secret: she was the final, closed-door disciple of the true Sect Leader of Wudang. In modern tis, the public-facing sect mbers passed themselves off as sect leaders, accepting visitors from the secular world and even giving television interviews. The authentic lineage, however, remained hidden away in the remote mountains, cultivating the Martial Path in obscurity, unknown to the world.
Having never fought an outsider since she started learning Tai Chi, Gu Liweileng had no idea how skilled she actually was. Looking at Wu Tian, she exclaid with excitent, "Pal, you seem to know a thing or two. Spar with ."
Wu Tian shook his head. While Tai Chi had a grand reputation in the cities, it wasn’t worthy of his notice.
"That won’t do," she declared. "I’m telling you, you’ll spar with
today whether you want to or not!" As she finished speaking, Gu Liweileng unleashed her Tai Chi again, throwing another punch at Wu Tian.
The so-called Tai Chi was the Fist Technique Zhang Sanfeng had created, the Great Achievent of the Daoist Martial Path. It emphasized the ceaseless, circular movents of yin and yang, using intention over brute force. It was a form of Internal Martial Arts, fad for techniques like "using four ounces to deflect a thousand pounds" and for launching counter-attacks that landed first.
Unfortunately, its user was not Zhang Sanfeng. Unfortunately, it was pitted against Wu Tian. Unfortunately, its wielder was Gu Liweileng.
Wu Tian simply extended his palm, allowing Gu Liweileng’s fist to land squarely in its center. It was like striking cotton—utterly ineffective.
Gu Liweileng froze, dumbfounded.
He’s so strange, almost like a master! But I can’t believe it. How could he possibly be a master?
She had a senior brother who was hailed as the prodigy of their generation at Wudang. Her master even claid that this senior brother possessed the sa aptitude as the great Zhang Sanfeng. Gu Liweileng had her doubts—how could anyone possess the sa talent as their revered founder? But since her master said so, and her senior brother believed it himself, she just let them think what they wanted.
In any case, her senior brother was a martial arts genius. Yet, even he seed incapable of neutralizing her punch as effortlessly as Wu Tian just had.
I have to test him again. Is he really that good, or was that just a fluke?
With that thought, Gu Liweileng launched another punch.
"Your stance is unstable," Wu Tian comnted with a glance, taking a single step forward with his right foot.
Gu Liweileng assud he was about to kick her legs out from under her and hastily retreated. Her form fell into disarray, and she suddenly lost her balance, tumbling backward.
"Careful," Wu Tian said, his hand shooting out to wrap around her slender waist.
Wu Tian’s heart remained calm. His ordinary past self would have thought such a scene, straight out of a martial arts drama, could never happen in real life. But now, it had happened to him. The current Wu Tian, however, was no longer ordinary. An incident like this was no longer enough to cause a ripple in his heart.
"Are you all right?" Wu Tian asked, steadying her before imdiately letting go.
Gu Liweileng was stunned. She couldn’t believe soone could hold her waist—a waist coveted by countless n—and then let go so readily, without the slightest hint of reluctance. She looked at Wu Tian, deciding to ignore the matter of her waist for now. She was too embarrassed to ntion it, not knowing how to even begin. Instead, she asked, "Tell ... do you think I have no talent for martial practice? I only beca my master’s final disciple because of my family’s connections. No matter how hard I train, I can’t compare to my senior brother, the one everyone calls a genius."
Wu Tian gave a wry smile. "You’re mistaken. It’s not that you are bad at martial practice; it’s that these so-called martial arts are too crude to be worthy of you. And that ’genius’ senior brother of yours? Hah. He’s rely suited for these low-level arts. He can’t compare to you at all."
Gu Liweileng stared at Wu Tian in astonishnt. It was the first ti anyone had ever said such a thing to her—the first ti anyone had claid that her prodigiously talented senior brother was her inferior. Her brow furrowed slightly, but inwardly, her heart soared with joy.
"I don’t believe you," she said, despite herself.
"You don’t believe ? Then let
show you what you’re truly capable of." Wu Tian, with no ulterior motives, simply took her right hand.
Her fingers were exquisite, tender, and pale. Her fingertips, in particular, seed perfectly made for playing a zither—like fine jade, they were gentle and soft, making one irresistibly want to cradle them in their palm.
Most n would have beco infatuated at the sight, unable to look away. Wu Tian’s gaze, however, remained pure.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Gu Liweileng felt her face burn. She had never been this close to a man before. As Wu Tian held her hand, her pretty face flushed crimson, and a wave of heat washed over her like nothing she had ever experienced.
"I’m helping you," Wu Tian said, his grip gentle. He channeled Spiritual Power from his hand into hers, letting it flow through her fingers and into her ridians.
Instantly, Gu Liweileng felt a wave of comfort so profound it was unlike anything she had ever known, and her heart began to pound.
"Ah..." A soft moan escaped her lips involuntarily.
Any other man hearing such a sound would have felt his blood boil, his inner beast awakening. But not Wu Tian. His heart was a tranquil lake; his conscience, clear. Gu Liweileng, on the other hand, was now consud by guilt.
I could just die of embarrassnt! How could I have made such a shaful sound? For a mont, she desperately wanted to run into her room and bury her head under a pillow. The feeling of the Spiritual Power coursing through her body was just too comfortable, drawing the moan from her against her will. She was mortified.
Finally, Wu Tian released her hand. "Try your Fist Technique again," he said. "You will find it’s incomparable to before."
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