Chapter 426: The Gun Is the King of All Weapons

Chapter 426: Chapter 426: The Gun Is the King of All Weapons

Zhang Sanfeng.

Could they be from Wudang Mountain?

The two guards twitched the corners of their mouths simultaneously, shifting their gazes to Wang standing beside them.

Darian casually chimed in: "This is my disciple."

The guard on the left sneered: "Don’t tell me his name is Zhang Cuishan."

"Ah no, his name is Guo Jing."

"Guo Jing, my foot!"

Do you really take us for people who haven’t read wuxia novels!

The faces of the two guards darkened. Gripping their long staves, they took half a step forward, and one of them shouted in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, this is the forbidden area of K’un-Lun, leave immediately!"

Darian chuckled: "Actually, we came from the neighboring mountain. Please announce us, just say that Kamar-Taj has come to pay a visit."

The guard on the right frowned: "What Kamar-Taj? Never even heard of it."

Just as the sorcerers of Kamar-Taj did not know K’un-Lun, these low-level disciples of K’un-Lun likewise did not know Kamar-Taj.

Although Kamar-Taj and K’un-Lun were not far apart, both sides possessed secluded inheritances, guarding their respective territories year-round, and had never truly interacted. It was completely normal for them not to know each other, just like how many people live somewhere for many years without even knowing whether their next-door neighbor is male or female.

The two guards stared fixedly at Darian and Wang, tightening their grips on the long staves in their hands, slowly adjusting their stances underfoot, having already struck a posture ready to fight.

"Last warning, leave K’un-Lun immediately, or don’t blame us for being impolite!"

Hearing this, Darian chuckled: "Just based on the two of you? I’m afraid you can’t even block a single move from me."

As soon as these words were spoken, the two guards were instantly enraged.

They had guarded the mountain at K’un-Lun for so many years, and this was the first time they had ever encountered someone so arrogant.

The two laughed out of extreme anger: "Audacious! Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don’t blame us for being ruthless!"

As soon as the words fell, the two simultaneously lowered their bodies to gather strength, kicked off the ground, and directly soared into the air.

Their bodies were wrapped in a layer of invisible special energy, their feet seemingly stepping on air, their speed astonishingly fast. The two long staves carried a howling sound of breaking through the air, directly smashing toward the two of them.

It could be seen that this was true Martial Arts, not some flashy shows put on by certain masters.

Darian couldn’t help praising: "Good Chi! The marvelous thing about Chi is that it can allow two grown men weighing several dozen kilograms to fly into mid-air. Seeing it today, it truly is extraordinary!"

"In that case, to show respect, I must also bring out my sect’s ultimate technique."

After saying that, his expression turned serious, he took a square horse stance, channeled his breath into his dantian, and put his right hand behind his waist.

The next second, he pulled out a Golden Desert Eagle, raised the muzzle, and aimed it at the two people in mid-air.

The two guards:...

Their bodies rushing over abruptly slammed on the brakes, stumbling a bit before stopping a few steps away, looking at the pitch-black gun muzzle in front of them, the expressions on their faces directly freezing.

"P... Pistol?"

They were certainly not some ancient people isolated from the World; of course they recognized modern firearms.

Yet, what the hell was it for martial artists who agreed to fight conventionally, to suddenly pull out a handgun!?

Darian chuckled: "This shot of mine has at least twenty years of internal energy, can the two of you block it?"

Cold sweat streamed down the two guards’ faces, and they dared not make any rash moves.

No matter how powerful their kung fu was, at the end of the day they were still flesh and blood. All beings are equal before bullets, and taking one hit would still put them down.

The guard on the left gritted his teeth: "You don’t play by martial arts ethics, you actually use a gun!"

Darian looked completely justified: "The gun is the king of all weapons, why can’t it be used?"

That was a spear with a sharp tip, not a gun with a caliber!

At this moment, the two guards could neither advance nor retreat, frozen in place holding their long staves, and the atmosphere was extremely awkward for a moment.

Just at this stalemate, an aged and resonant voice drifted down from above the stone steps.

"I didn’t expect a sorcerer of Kamar-Taj to visit K’un-Lun. Failing to welcome you from afar, please forgive my discourtesy."

Darian raised his head to look and saw an elderly man wearing a dark Taoist robe walking slowly down the stone steps.

His long white hair was tied into a neat bun at the back of his head, a graying long beard drifted beneath his jaw, and he wore a wide conical hat on his head. He walked silently, his whole body exuding the demeanor of an expert... putting on airs.

"Elder Lei Kung!"

As soon as the two guards saw the newcomer, it was as if they had received a grand amnesty, and they hurriedly bowed in salute.

The old man nodded slightly, walked close and stood still, cupping his hands in a salute toward Darian: "First time meeting, this old man is Lei Kung, an Elder of K’un-Lun."

Hearing this name, Darian really wanted to ask if he knew Zhang Jiao.

He cupped his hands in return: "So it is Elder Lei Kung. Judging by what you meant just now, you know Kamar-Taj?"

Lei Kung stroked his beard and smiled, his tone kind: "Of course I know. Kamar-Taj has been a neighbor of K’un-Lun for many years. Back then, Sorcerer Ancient One visited K’un-Lun as a guest several times. This old man has met her a few times, drinking tea and discussing the Tao together, barely counting as having some old friendship."

"Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Sorcerer Ancient One for several years. How has she been lately?"

Darian nodded: "She’s been doing great, she passed away not long ago."

Is this still called doing great?

Lei Kung’s emotions were thrown somewhat out of sync. He gave a light cough and sighed with a face full of regret: "Sorcerer Ancient One has actually passed away, it is truly lamentable. Then I wonder who the current Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj is?"

Darian smiled slightly: "It’s me, you can call me Darian."

Lei Kung was stunned, a trace of surprise flashing in his eyes.

As an Elder of K’un-Lun, he certainly understood the weight of the title Sorcerer Supreme.

He originally thought Darian was just an ordinary sorcerer of Kamar-Taj, but he didn’t expect him to be the newly appointed Sorcerer Supreme of Kamar-Taj.

That Ancient One was willing to pass the position of Sorcerer Supreme to this young man showed that this person was definitely no ordinary character.

Lei Kung had seen the World after all; his surprise lasted only for a moment, and he quickly returned to normal, saying with a smile: "So it is a personal visit from the Sorcerer Supreme, it was this old man’s poor eyesight. However, how did the Sorcerer Supreme know about this place? Could it be that Ancient One told you?"

Darian said: "I know Daniel Rand, he told me."

Lei Kung was slightly startled: "You know Daniel Rand?"

Darian nodded: "Yes, where is Daniel Rand now? I haven’t been able to contact him."

Lei Kung did not answer this question, instead turning sideways to make a gesture of invitation: "This is not a place to talk, the two of you, follow me into the mountain."

"Then we shall intrude."

Darian put away the Golden Desert Eagle, followed Lei Kung along with Wang, and walked up along the stone steps.

To be honest, Darian didn’t know much about K’un-Lun.

Records about K’un-Lun in comics were few and far between, knowing only that this was the birthplace of kung fu, its existence extremely ancient, even longer than Kamar-Taj, guarded by successive generations of Iron Fist.

It is worth mentioning that K’un-Lun was not a unique existence.

There were several other similar mystic realms across the World, collectively known with K’un-Lun as the Seven Capitals of Heaven.

Every mystic realm had a unique energy system and a guardian beast.

And K’un-Lun’s guardian beast was Shou-Lao, which was also the source of the Iron Fist’s power. Successive generations of Iron Fist obtained peerless power through its heart.

Even the fingers of The Hand back then were able to sustain their long lives by relying on absorbing the bone powder of Shou-Lao.

It could be said that Shou-Lao’s whole body was a treasure.

Thinking of this, Darian couldn’t help licking his lips. If it were made into barbecue, how much would this boost his attributes?

The stone steps were very long, extending all the way up along the mountain terrain.

Walking for about ten minutes, the clouds and mist before their eyes gradually dispersed, and a huge memorial archway suddenly appeared before them, with the two characters K’un-Lun written in some kind of script. At a glance, one could tell it had a long history, definitely a top-tier antique.

Behind the archway was a large complex of buildings built against the mountain, full of Eastern style. Palaces and pavilions were arranged in an orderly fashion, and corridors extended in all directions, looking like a small city hidden deep in the high mountains.

On the periphery was a large bamboo forest, where several black-and-white furballs could be seen lazily chewing on bamboo, sitting on the ground with their round bodies, looking utterly endearing.

Darian looked for a few glances and withdrew his gaze; after all, this wasn’t something you could eat.

Disciples passed by on the mountain path from time to time. Upon seeing Lei Kung, they stopped in their tracks, stepped sideways to the roadside, and bowed in salute.

Walking for another section of the road, Darian saw a wide martial arts practice field.

On the field, quite a few K’un-Lun apprentices wearing training clothes were practicing martial arts, their movements neat and uniform, and each person’s body was shrouded in a layer of faint, invisible energy.

Darian stopped in his tracks, sweeping his gaze across these apprentices: "If I’m not mistaken, that should be chi, right?"

Lei Kung nodded: "Correct. Has the Sorcerer Supreme seen chi?"

Darian did not conceal it, saying directly: "I’ve seen it on an old woman named Madam Gao. I remember she seemed to be of K’un-Lun origin as well."

"It turns out to be that traitor!"

Hearing this, Lei Kung’s expression changed slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "Previously, Madam Gao was indeed a disciple of our K’un-Lun, but later she severely violated the sect rules and defected from K’un-Lun together with several other traitors. For decades we have been investigating her whereabouts, trying every possible way to drag her back to face trial."

Darian said: "Then you probably won’t find her anymore, she is already dead."

Lei Kung raised an eyebrow: "How did she die?"

Darian said with an expressionless face: "Some time ago, she joined forces with several other K’un-Lun traitors to summon a certain Evil God, and as a result, she suffered the backlash of Evil God, who swallowed them directly."

The actual situation was that, to prevent Madam Gao from being swallowed by Black Sky and thereby increasing its power, Darian directly detonated the bomb planted in her body beforehand.

However, this style truly affected the positive image of the Sorcerer Supreme, so he decisively shifted the blame onto Black Sky.

Anyway, Black Sky had a pile of black materials, so it wouldn’t mind one more.

Lei Kung didn’t doubt it, a trace of complex expression appearing on his face, and finally he let out a long sigh.

"These few traitors have finally met their retribution."

He did not continue on this topic, instead leading the two through two corridors, turning a few corners, and soon arriving at a tranquil guest hall.

The furnishings inside the hall were simple: a few wooden chairs and a square table, a landscape painting hanging on the wall, and lush bamboo filling the view outside the window.

After taking their seats, disciples immediately served clear tea.

Lei Kung picked up his teacup and took a sip. After putting it down, he looked at Darian, his expression becoming a bit more serious: "May I ask if the Sorcerer Supreme has any important matters during this visit to K’un-Lun?"

Darian chuckled: "Nothing much. On one hand, I wanted to see the legendary K’un-Lun; on the other hand, I want to make a trade."

"What trade?"

"I want to obtain the cultivation methods of K’un-Lun kung fu."

Darian stated his purpose directly.

Of course, this cultivation method was not requested for himself.

Right now, his physical fitness could easily be called that of a young Kryptonian. Just relying on brute force to work miracles was enough; he didn’t need any fancy combat skills at all.

After all, you couldn’t possibly have Superman practice Tai Chi against enemies, right?

That picture is simply too terrifying to imagine.

"Impossible!"

Without even thinking, Lei Kung flatly refused.

He explained in a solemn tone: "Sorcerer Supreme, please forgive this old man’s bluntness, but cultivation methods are the foundation of K’un-Lun, passed down from generation to generation and never transmitted outside. This is an iron law set by K’un-Lun since ancient times, so forgive me for not being able to trade with you."

Hearing this, Darian was not disappointed, and slowly said: "Elder Lei Kung, don’t be anxious, I haven’t finished speaking yet. Of course I won’t touch the foundation; what I want are the most basic things, such as the cultivation method to absorb chi. This kind of thing shouldn’t touch K’un-Lun’s foundation, right?"

Lei Kung did not answer immediately.

He stroked his beard, his brows slightly furrowed.

Darian’s words weren’t wrong.

In this place called K’un-Lun, the air was permeated with a life energy called chi. Anyone who understood a little bit about martial arts cultivation could naturally perceive the existence of chi after staying here for a long time, and subsequently learn to guide these free-floating energies into their bodies.

This set of cultivation methods belonged to the most basic of basics among K’un-Lun disciples, with even newly entered apprentices having a copy on hand. It truly could not be considered a secret that could not be passed down.

Seeing the hesitation on Lei Kung’s face, Darian pulled out a few bottles of life potions.

"As a transaction, these few bottles of life potions are used to exchange for the cultivation method. As long as you still have one breath left, drinking them will immediately restore you."

Hearing this, Lei Kung’s gaze changed instantly.

He looked at the life potions on the table, and said in surprise: "Is it really that magical?"

It wasn’t like he had never seen healing medicinal pills.

K’un-Lun itself possessed passed-down elixir recipes brewed from various natural treasures, which had good therapeutic effects on both internal and external injuries.

But those kinds of elixirs depended on the condition of the injury; serious injuries had to be nurtured slowly, and minor injuries still required lying down for a few days.

The kind of effect Darian described was simply unheard of.

Darian smiled confidently: "Of course, if you don’t believe it, you can find someone to try."

Lei Kung thought for a few seconds, called over a disciple and gave a few instructions, and the disciple immediately ran out the door.

Not long after, several disciples carried a stretcher into the guest hall.

Lying on the stretcher was a person wrapped all over in bandages, blood seeping out from beneath the bandages. Their face was pale, their aura weak, and they looked critically ill.

This person was none other than Daniel Rand.

Darian also looked at the personal information to recognize that this pig-head face was Daniel Rand, and asked with curiosity: "Who beat him like this?"

Lei Kung sighed: "He participated in the Iron Fist succession trial and encountered an extremely tricky opponent. Although he won in the end, he also suffered extremely heavy injuries and has been in a coma for two days. Even with our best elixirs, we can only barely stabilize his life."

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