YM778.TV Chapter 1 - The Eighth Disciple of Wudang
“Damn!” The joy of his recent transmigration disappeared in an instant. In his previous life, although he had cancer, he still had a few months to live. But now, in this situation, he was afraid he might not survive long.
He was extremely anxious. In this desolate wilderness, if some wild beasts suddenly appeared, not even a fierce tiger but just a fox or a weasel, they could devour him without leaving a trace!
Even if there were no wild beasts, he had to eat something. Without the ability to move, he would starve to death sooner or later.
[System detected your successful transmigration and awakening of your previous life’s innate wisdom. You have received the blessing of chaos consciousness and possess extraordinary insight!]
In his state of panic, a message flowed through his mind. Ning Changge widened his eyes. Extraordinary insight! With just one listen, he knew it was extraordinary. It meant he would learn everything very quickly. Properly utilized, it was undoubtedly a heaven-defying talent! But the problem was, it was of no use to him in his current situation. Having strong insight was useless when he had no physical abilities.
“No wonder I, Ning Changge, am about to die just after crossing over. My promising life hasn’t even begun, and I don’t even know what kind of world this crossing led me to, and I’m already on the brink of death.” Ning Changge was unwilling.
Suddenly, in the distance, came a series of sounds. At first, they seemed weak, but after a few breaths, they became incredibly loud and clear. Even though the voices seemed distant, Ning Changge could hear them because he had just been favoured of the chaos consciousness.
Ning Changge’s heart filled with excitement. He understood the next step. Without hesitation, he started wailing.
“Waaah! Waaah!”
Ning Changge exerted all his strength and cried out loudly. His voice, filled with a sense of urgency, resonated in the air.
“Waaah!”
His cries were more than ten times louder than before.
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Just after descending from the peak of Mount Hua, Zhang Sanfeng was bidding farewell to the two members of the Big Five in the martial arts world: Huang Yaoshi and Wang Chongyang. This time, he had come from a far distance in the Ming Dynasty and had been invited to witness the competition at Mount Hua.
In the end, Wang Chongyang had triumphed over all the martial artists and obtained the Nine Yin Manual, leaving Zhang Sanfeng deeply impressed.
“Zhang Sanfeng, you have come from afar today, and we are truly humbled,” Huang Yaoshi and Wang Chongyang both extended their respects, showing great respect for Zhang Sanfeng.
Zhang Sanfeng, with his white hair and beard, exuded an air of an immortal. He smiled slightly, making everyone feel as if they were bathed in the warmth of spring.
“Both of you are too kind. Today, I have witnessed the profound foundation of the Great Song Dynasty, which has also benefited this old Daoist greatly.”
As they exchanged pleasantries, all three of them suddenly detected strange noises in the distance. They only heard a burst of crying coming from a distance. At first, it seemed a bit weak, but after waiting for a few breaths, it became incredibly loud, clear enough to be heard from a hundred feet away. The three martial arts masters were intrigued. They went to investigate the source of the sound together.
Pushing aside the dense underbrush, they found a baby boy lying in a swaddle, crying loudly. This was none other than Ning Changge.
Finding an abandoned baby in the wilderness was already a rare occurrence, but what astonished the three martial arts masters even more was the rhythmic vibrations hidden within the baby’s cries.
“Could it be that there are those who are born with knowledge? This vibration of sound, even experts in martial arts who specialize in sound waves may only have reached this level,” Wang Chongyang remarked. Despite his remarkable skills, he recognized the significance of this.
If it weren’t for the fact that the baby had no internal energy, the sound waves he produced could already damage a person’s lungs.
At this moment, Ning Changge had stopped crying. He smiled and stared at the three men. He could clearly discern their identities from their fragmented conversation: Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Yaoshi, and Wang Chongyang!
Ning Changge instantly understood the world he was in. It was almost certain that this was a comprehensive martial arts world (wuxia world).
Wang Chongyang took a liking to the baby. Although he was a bit surprised, he didn’t say anything. As martial artists themselves, they could all see that this baby was a rare gem. With some cultivation, he would surely shine in the future.
Wang Chongyang was about to speak when he noticed that Ning Changge wasn’t looking at him but instead had his gaze fixed on Zhang Sanfeng. Ning Changge wasn’t foolish. Given the choice between the three, there was no question about who he should choose!
Zhang Sanfeng couldn’t help but stroke his beard and laugh heartily. Wang Chongyang sighed, “It seems that this child is destined to have a connection with the Daoist. Why don’t you take him back to Wudang and teach him?”
He was also a Daoist with an open mind, and despite his initial intention to take Ning Changge as his disciple, he decided to give up since fate seemed to have other plans. Instead, he advised Zhang Sanfeng to take Ning Changge under his wing.
Huang Yaoshi smiled and added, “If he can receive guidance from you it will be the child’s good fortune.”
Zhang Sanfeng was overjoyed. He picked up Ning Changge, and his eyes were filled with kindness.
“In that case, you shall accompany this old Daoist to Wudang from now on. He shall be the eighth disciple of this old Daoist!”
He then turned to Wang Chongyang and Huang Yaoshi, bowing respectfully.
“Thank you both for your understanding!”
Wang Chongyang and Huang Yaoshi quickly returned the gesture.
“Congratulations, Master Zhang, for finding such a talented disciple. In a dozen or so years, this will surely become a legendary tale in the martial arts world.”
Zhang Sanfeng’s face showed even more joy. After contemplating for a moment, he smiled and said, “Since the three of us discovered this child together today, it must be fate. You both share a bond with him as well. In the future, when he has achieved mastery in martial arts, I will invite him to visit you personally.”
Hearing Zhang Sanfeng’s words, Wang Chongyang and Huang Yaoshi were deeply moved. This was Zhang Sanfeng’s way of fostering a closer relationship with them through this eighth disciple. It was also a way to pave the way for Ning Changge’s future. Huang Yaoshi and Wang Chongyang were both renowned martial arts masters in the martial arts world.
From this, it could be seen that Zhang Sanfeng had a genuine affection for his eighth disciple, coming from the bottom of his heart.
Ning Changge, with a pure and innocent smile, felt even happier. Seeing the baby’s pure smile, Huang Yaoshi and Wang Chongyang were also moved.
Wang Chongyang spoke solemnly, “Master Zhang, your words are wise. Since we three have discovered this child together today, it is indeed fate. We also share a bond with him. In the future, when he has achieved martial mastery, I will wholeheartedly impart my skills to him.”
Huang Yaoshi smiled and said, “A few days ago, I received news that my family had a daughter named Rong. What do you think of a betrothal between her and this child? Master Zhang, what is your opinion?”
Note: Zhang was a legendary Taoist monk whose life spanned the Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties. According to the History of Ming Dynasty: Biography of Zhang Sanfeng, he was from Yizhou City, Liaodong, or today’s Dongbei Province in Northern China. His given name was Quanyi; Sanfeng was a nickname that he was known by
Source: Founder of Tai Chi: Zhang Sanfeng | Falun Dafa – Minghui.org