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Chapter 95: Chapter 85 Qian Quan Pays His Respect to

Master Wang of Wudang Mountain!—1

Translator: Inschain | Editor: Inschain

Qian Quan’s mood was off for the entire morning.

It wasn’t because he was bested in technique.

Victory and defeat are common in martial arts. Even with Grandmaster-level

Wing Chun skills, he never considered himself unbeatable.

With almost 8 billion people in the world, who could claim invincibility? Who could truly say they were undefeatable?

Furthermore, there’s a saying in Wing Chun: with a Master, you understand limits; with an opponent, you know your standing.

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Because he had observed that the opposition wasn’t seeking a victory in martial arts. They wanted to seek clarity from history, to address an old score.

It was a matter of principle.

For Qian Quan, a top student of history, that period of history was irrefutable. Anyone trying to distort, embellish, or tamper with it should be refuted and eliminated.

The more he thought about it, the more somber he felt.

Judging by their demeanor, not only would they take further action, but it would also be significant.

From this perspective, Zhang Xiang’er’s assessment was correct.

This was a test.

After class, Qian Quan sent Zhang Xiang’er a message, “I’ve met Shimizu Ichiro

and his uncle.”

Zhang Xiang’er quickly replied, “How did it go?”

“You were right in your guess. This visit was to gauge us. Once he’s back, they’ll probably make a big scene in the name of his senior.”

“So, involving the authorities and media? Then stir up a public opinion storm online and offline, right?”

Qian Quan scoffed, “Then it’ll be mutually destructive.”

-What do you mean?” Zhang Xiang’er asked in shock. “Are you saying you aren’t confident of winning after meeting him?”

“He’s been hiding for so long. Would he stir things up without ample preparation?”

“It’s in line with their national style.”

Zhang Xiang’er detected an unusual tone in Qian Quan’s voice, sensing his anger, “What did he say?”

“Nothing, he just threw a leaf at me.

Being familiar with martial symbolism, Zhang Xiang’er asked, “You didn’t catch it?”

“I caught half of it. But that’s not the point. The point is he wants to send a message, a message we absolutely don’t want to hear.

“So, I won’t let him win, even if it means I crawl out and he’s carried out.”

Zhang Xiang’er pondered for a moment, “We need to meet in person.”

In the following days, Qian Quan spent more time practicing his “Wudang Mountain Meditation.” Maintaining such an inward, serene state led classmates to speculate, resulting in several caring notes and messages. Eventually, even Ding Linlang noticed. She made a special trip from Fudan University to Seacoast Normal University to dine with him.

Qian Quan was straightforward with her, “Soon, maybe in a month or three, I’ll

be in an important match with a foreign warrior.”

The Taoist chuckled without correcting his disciple. He then addressed Qian Quan, “Did you meet the man?”

“Yes, I did.”

“That’s a pity.”

“Why is that?”

“It’s a pity I’m too old. If I were seventy or eighty years younger, I would’ve broken one of his arms, making things easier for you two.1

■You are awesome,” remarked Qian Quan genuinely, sensing the distinctive presence of a veteran warrior.

The Taoist waved him off, “It’s nothing. I’ve lived over a hundred years and practiced for over seventy. I have no worldly attachments, except for one thing that I can’t let go of.”

“I don’t understand.”

The Taoist sighed, “Only when you live to be a hundred will you truly understand. Material things cease to matter. Open your eyes, and the world appears. Close them, and it vanishes.”

“Friends come and go; loved ones pass away. Ups and downs, wins and losses, everything changes continuously. Two moments are never the same.

“Change is the nature of the universe. Even as you listen to me, you are aging. It’s relentless and fair.”

“Master…” Zhang Xiang’er interjected, feeling that her master was digressing.

“I am not straying off-topic.”

“My point is even if we could become immortals, the country must be defeated! Even after a hundred years, no one can forgive them on our behalf!”

Qian Quan nodded solemnly.

“I’ve heard you’ve started practicing ‘Wudang Inner Peace Practice’?” The Taoist changed the subject.

“Yes.”

“Do you feel like it’s yielding little results?”

“As it’s a meditative art, progress is slow and gradual.”

The Taoist smirked, “If a martial art takes eighty years to master, what’s the point? You might as well get a good night’s sleep, drink plenty of water, and dance in the town square.”

Both Qian Quan and Zhang Xiang’er were taken aback, wondering if the master had had a little too much to drink.

“Come, let’s go inside. I have something special for you two.”

The old Taoist spoke, then hopped down from Rocky, limping as he led the way.

His limp seemed to be the lingering effect of a gunshot wound from years ago. Upon entering the temple, the old Taoist fetched a jar and then took out several plastic bags from a drawer.

“This is Zhenling Dan tea. Take one every three days; no more, no less.” As he said this, he transferred the gray tablets from the jar into the plastic bags as if packaging some local specialty.

“In one month, you’ll see the effect. If they are to compete in three months, remember to disable one of his arms then.

“Is this tea that potent?” Qian Quan was surprised. “Are there any side effects?” “As long as you consume it in the quantity I’ve advised, there will be no side effects. Well, there is one exception. If your Yang energy becomes too abundant, you will need to guide it properly. I believe I don’t need to say more on that matter, right?”

“Isn’t Wudang Mountain known for practicing martial arts with a child’s purity?” Qian Quan blurted out, then realized with an epiphany, so that’s why Zhang Xiang’er was such a womanizer?

■■Don’t listen to nonsense. Being pure like a child has nothing to do with practicing martial arts. It’s all about moderation. For instance, if one overexerts oneself the previous night, they may find themselves weak the next day.”

The old Taoist truly had a carefree demeanor. His speech was straightforward and easy to understand, without any wordplay.

“Can I brew this tea myself?”

“No, it’s not that I’m keeping secrets, but with the same ingredients, some people can produce poison, while others can make antidotes. A slight error can lead to drastic consequences, and I believe you’ve encountered such cases before.”

Qian Quan nodded.

“Come to see me after you’ve finished drinking.

“Alright..”

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