Simultaneously traversing: traversing countless heavens

Chapter 82 On the Way 1937

Chapter 82 On the Way 1937

On a sweltering summer day, the doors and windows of a secluded suburban villa in North China were tightly shut. Thick curtains blocked most of the scorching sunlight, leaving only a few stubborn beams of light that slanted in and illuminated the slowly floating dust particles in the air.

The central air conditioning system emitted a low hum, maintaining a coolness that was distinctly different from the outside temperature.

The hall was filled with smoke, a mixture of faint smells of cigars and regular cigarettes.

Xu Si leaned back on the large leather sofa, the cigarette between his fingers already half-burned, a long ash about to fall.

He casually rested his other hand on the armrest, his fingertips tapping the leather surface intermittently.

Zhang Chulan was practically slumped into the single sofa opposite him, looking utterly dejected and utterly hopeless.

He turned towards Xu San and Xu Si, pouring out his grievances incessantly, his voice echoing in the somewhat empty living room: "I also want to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, really! I want to find out everything about my grandfather's past and my baby's background—but look at my little body!"

He raised his arm and gestured to his not-so-muscular physique, his tone becoming increasingly exaggerated, carrying a self-deprecating despair.

"Those superhumans I've met with you guys these past few days, my goodness! Every single one of them! It feels like any one of them could just reach out and pick me up like a chick, knead me up and flatten me as they please! Me, competing with those—those monsters? That's like an old man eating poison—having a death wish! It's practically an old man hanging himself—losing his life!"

His complaints were vivid and expressive, even with a rhythmic quality reminiscent of a stand-up comedy routine, but those present could hear the genuine anxiety and helplessness in them.

After all, Zhang Chulan has only been in the world of supernatural beings for a short time, and his Golden Light Mantra and Yang Five Thunder Techniques are far from being mastered. Compared with the elites of various sects who have honed their skills since childhood and have a long history of inheritance, the gap is obvious.

Xu Si took a deep drag of his cigarette, then slowly exhaled the smoke, creating a crooked, poorly shaped smoke ring that spread out in the air.

He squinted, peering through the smoke at Zhang Chulan, who was scratching his head in frustration. A lazy, roguish smile played on his lips. "What's the panic?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange sense of security, as if the powerful "monsters" Zhang Chulan had mentioned were nothing to worry about. "Since the company sent you, they have the confidence to do so. We've assigned you two henchmen," to ensure your smooth advancement and that you inherit the mantle of the Old Master.

He flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "Baby will be signing up with you. Her task is simple: she'll be in charge of clearing obstacles in your path. Those opponents you think you can't beat, those who are difficult to handle, those who give you a headache—just leave them to Baby."

Feng Baobao was already sitting cross-legged on the carpet in the corner of the living room, with a freshly opened bag of potato chips in front of her. She was putting one chip after another into her mouth, making a "crunch crunch" sound.

Hearing Xu Si mention her, she looked up, her large, clear eyes meeting Zhang Chulan's. Her face was expressionless, but she nodded seriously, still with half a potato chip in her mouth, and mumbled an "Mmm," as if to say: Leave it to me, no problem.

The scene had a strangely absurd comedic feel to it, but when Zhang Chulan looked at the baby's appearance and thought about the terrifying combat power she usually displayed that was completely inconsistent with her appearance, his unease actually lessened a bit.

At least, with this guy around, I won't be knocked out and carried out in the first round, right?

"I don't worry about her, Sister Baobao," Zhang Chulan licked his slightly dry lips, turning his gaze to Xu Si with a hint of anticipation, "Then... what about the other 'Hum General'? It's not like you, Fourth Brother, are planning to personally participate, is it?" If Xu Si could also participate, the sense of security would be off the charts.

Xu San sat quietly on the other side of the single sofa, unconsciously rubbing the inside of the cup of tea in his hand, which had long since gone cold.

Upon hearing Zhang Chulan's question, he pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses calm and unwavering, as if he had already anticipated this question.

"Tsk," Xu Si clicked his tongue, a hint of regret on his face, and stubbed out his cigarette in the crystal ashtray. "Although I, your fourth brother, would also like to stretch my muscles and show off a bit—it's a pity that the old man specifically instructed that we two brothers not to get involved. Rules are rules."

Xu San adjusted his glasses and continued, "You haven't met the other helper yet. This Luo Tian Grand Gathering is a perfect opportunity to introduce you. She shouldn't be absent from such a grand event in the world of supernatural beings."

"Is it reliable?" Zhang Chulan's vigilance instantly heightened, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Xu San and Xu Si's faces, trying to find any trace of uncertainty. "Even if the final winner isn't interested in the Celestial Master's position, there's still the 'Heavenly Talisman' that Elder Lu Jin has brought out!"

His implication was clear: he didn't want to invite someone who was greedy and ungrateful, who might covet the "Eight Extraordinary Skills" and then turn around and eliminate him, the "escort target," first.

"Don't worry," Xu Si leaned back, pulled out another cigarette, lit it, and spoke with an almost lazy certainty, as if stating a simple fact, "That person—has high standards and wouldn't even look down on any Heavenly Talisman."

As he said this, a subtle, enigmatic smile flickered in his eyes, as if he had remembered something amusing.

After saying that, he didn't linger. He took out his phone, tapped the screen quickly, and sent a short message.

Not long after, my phone vibrated slightly.

Xu Si glanced at the screen, grinned, and gave a "done" smile: "Alright. Let's not stay cooped up here anymore, let's go back to the company."

North China Branch, Xu San's Office.

In the somewhat formal office, documents were neatly stacked, and the air was filled with the faint smell of ink and electronic devices.

Zhang Chulan stood somewhat awkwardly in the center of the room, wondering who this mysterious helper was.

"hello!"

A crisp, melodious, and energetic voice suddenly came from the doorway, breaking the silence inside.

Zhang Chulan looked up in response and saw a young girl leaning against the door frame, waving at him with a smile.

She was dressed in a light-colored casual sportswear outfit, neat and comfortable. Her long pink hair was tied into a high ponytail at the back of her head, swaying gently with her slight head tilt, making her look refreshing and full of vitality.

Under the office overhead light, her skin glowed with a healthy, radiant sheen. She wore no makeup, yet her eyes and brows were exceptionally clear and bright, her every glance brimming with spirit, instantly winning one's favor.

She was dressed in a neat casual outfit, her long hair tied in a ponytail, looking refreshing and full of energy. Her skin had a subtle, warm glow under the indoor light, and her eyes were captivatingly bright.

However, what's most eye-catching are the two "accessories" she wears: a small, palm-sized object hanging from her slender waist.

The small gourd is dark red in color and has natural wood grain-like cloud patterns on its surface. On its back is a rather uniquely shaped long umbrella with a light pink canopy that is very girlish and neatly folded up.

"You must be Chu Lan? My name is Lu Linglong." The girl walked in a few steps, her smile bright and cheerful, exuding a natural friendliness.

She walked up to Zhang Chulan and casually patted his shoulder—a force that made the unsuspecting Zhang Chulan sway slightly.

"Fourth Brother told me everything!" Lu Linglong said cheerfully, patting her chest with a boyishly bold gesture. "Don't worry! I'll take care of protecting you during the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony!"

She spoke with absolute certainty, as if she were making a promise about something as simple as it gets.

"Huh?" Zhang Chulan looked at the girl in front of him, who seemed a year or two younger than him and whose radiance was like the spring sunshine. He then subconsciously glanced back at Xu San standing behind the desk and Xu Si leaning against the filing cabinet. His face was clearly filled with question marks and disbelief.

Are you serious?

Is this the "expert" you found who can guarantee my advancement?

This girl seems more suited to participating in campus idol auditions or filming youth dramas, rather than going to Longhu Mountain to fight to the death with those fierce and monstrous supernatural beings!

Just then, a flat, emotionless voice came from the corner of the office: "Linglong is better than Xu San and Xu Si."

Feng Baobao, who had been leaning against the wall, intently fiddling with an old flip phone in her hand, looked up at some point.

Her eyes, which always seemed empty and clear, looked at Lu Linglong, then at Xu San and Xu Si, and then, in her signature, factual tone, she clearly stated those words.

The office fell silent instantly upon hearing this.

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An eerie silence instantly fell over the office.

Xu San's usual calm was broken; his eyes behind his glasses widened slightly, a clear look of surprise flashing across them.

Xu Si paused for a moment, his eyebrows raised, and his gaze towards Lu Linglong was filled with surprise and inquiry, as if he were truly looking at this girl for the first time.

Zhang Chulan was completely dumbfounded, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape, almost big enough to fit an egg.

Is he even stronger than Xu San and Xu Si?

Xu San's incredible "telekinesis" was a combination of offense and defense, and he could also control objects from a distance. Zhang Chulan knew that even if he risked his life, he wouldn't last more than a few rounds.

Although Xu Si rarely makes moves, he is considered one of the leaders of North China alongside Xu San, indicating that his strength is absolutely unfathomable.

This seemingly harmless, even somewhat cute, beautiful girl, Lu Linglong—is she even stronger than them?

Is this scientific? Is this reasonable?

His gaze towards Lu Linglong instantly shifted from suspicion to astonishment, as if he were re-examining something that seemed ordinary...

It is actually a rare treasure containing a hidden universe.

"Huh?" Xu Si was indeed stunned for a moment, forgetting to flick the ash off the cigarette between his fingers.

He scratched his slightly disheveled hair, his face showing genuine confusion and surprise. "It hasn't been that long—Linglong, you've already—surpassed me?"

He clearly remembered that Lu Linglong officially began her systematic cultivation as an extraordinary person in about a year.

This rate of progress is simply too astonishing.

Even with someone sharing all their knowledge and having access to all kinds of resources, this speed is still a bit unreasonable.

"Haha, baby, you're so funny," Lu Linglong seemed a little embarrassed by Xu Si's reaction and Feng Baobao's straightforward evaluation. She raised her hand and scratched her smooth cheek, her ponytail swaying gently with her movement. "How can I compare to Third Brother and Fourth Brother? You guys are experienced and have many tricks up your sleeves. I'm just practicing blindly, and I'm still far from good enough."

"Alright, Linglong, don't worry about saving face for us." Xu San quickly regained his composure, adjusted his glasses, and spoke frankly and pragmatically, "Talent is something that varies from person to person, and we know that ourselves. The stronger you are, the greater your chances of success in this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony mission, which is a good thing."

He showed no embarrassment or displeasure at being surpassed by his juniors; on the contrary, he seemed quite pleased and prioritized the mission above all else.

He glanced at the people in the office and quickly made arrangements: "There's still more than half a month until the official start of the Luo Tian Grand Tournament. Bao Bao, you'll have to work hard during this time to give Chu Lan some intensive training, teach him some practical survival skills. Even last-minute cramming can be effective. Linglong, you should also use this time to prepare well, get yourself into top condition, and check what you need to bring. Then, we'll set off together."

"Alright!" Lu Linglong agreed readily, her eyes gleaming with eager anticipation. "Perfect! I also want to go and meet the heroes of the world!"

More than half a month later, at the foot of Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi.

A dusty black SUV slowly pulled into the parking space.

The car door opened, and Lu Linglong was the first to jump out, her feet firmly landing on the concrete ground.

She stretched her limbs vigorously, gave a big yawn, looked up at the majestic, verdant mountain silhouettes in the distance, took a deep breath of the fresh mountain air, and her face was full of energy and anticipation: "We're finally here! Is this Longhu Mountain?"

She had made thorough preparations for this grand event, not only adjusting herself to her best condition but also bringing her newly crafted magic weapon—a light pink paper umbrella that appeared to be decorative but actually contained hidden secrets. It was currently slung over her back, looking somewhat playful in the bright sunlight.

However, the scene at the foot of Longhu Mountain before her eyes was quite different from the solemn and majestic "Taoist ancestral temple" and "sacred place of quiet cultivation" that she had imagined.

As far as the eye can see, there is a continuous stream of tourists carrying bags and holding small flags.

Shops lined both sides of the road, their signs eye-catching. The sounds of hawking, bargaining, and tour guides' loudspeakers mingled together, creating a constant cacophony: "Mineral water, five yuan a bottle! Iced! Longhushan commemorative T-shirts, fifty-one pieces, pure cotton and breathable!"

"Friend, come and see! Authentic peace talismans blessed by the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain! They ensure safety, promote wealth, and aid in marriage! This is a rare opportunity!"

"Queue for the cable car up the mountain here! For those walking up the mountain, please use the right-hand passage!"

It was bustling and lively, full of the atmosphere of a well-run large-scale tourist market.

"Hehe—indeed, it's a bit different from what I imagined—" Zhang Chulan got out of the car and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scenic spot in front of him, his lips twitching slightly.

This was far from the scene he had imagined: a grand gathering of extraordinary individuals, a gathering of masters, and a tense atmosphere.

The group followed the flow of people toward the mountain gate, but were stopped by an older woman wearing a red armband who was sitting in the ticket booth. She poked her head out and said, "Hey! I'm talking to you! Have you bought a ticket before you come in?"

"Huh? We need to buy tickets?" Lu Linglong blinked her clear, big eyes, pointed to herself, then to Zhang Chulan next to her, her tone innocent yet with a hint of self-righteousness, "But we're here to participate in the 'Luo Tian Grand Ceremony'!"

She emphasized the words "Luo Tian Da Jiao" (罗天大騮), as if she felt that this title should grant her some special privileges.

"You have to buy a ticket to participate in anything!" the middle-aged woman said firmly.

"We are guests invited by the Old Celestial Master—" Zhang Chulan tried to explain.

"Invited by the Celestial Master?" The woman raised her eyebrows, her voice booming, "Even if the Celestial Master himself comes, he still needs a ticket! That's the rule! Even the Heavenly King himself has to follow the rules! Go buy a ticket! Don't block the way!"

"Hahaha!" Xu Si, who was following behind, finally couldn't hold back anymore and laughed so hard he almost fell over. He slapped Xu San's shoulder hard. "Did you hear that, San'er? These two country bumpkins! Do they really think they can show off just by participating in a martial arts tournament? Most of the front part of Longhu Mountain is managed and developed by the tourism bureau. Even the Taoist priests of the Celestial Master's Mansion only have a small, quiet spot on the back mountain that they can freely use without buying tickets—alright, enough nonsense, just buy your tickets!"

The group had no choice but to move to the ticket window.

Lu Linglong leaned closer to the price tag and wrinkled her small nose slightly: "Two hundred and sixty per person?!"

She gasped softly.

This price was indeed a bit of a shock to her, as she usually spends most of her money on spiritual practice and is not very sensitive to worldly prices.

However, she reacted quickly. Her eyes darted around, and she immediately flashed an exceptionally sweet, obedient, and deceptively charming smile at the older woman at the window, softening her voice: "Ma'am~ um—university students—are they half price?"

"Half!" The older woman was quite straightforward. She glanced at her youthful face, didn't ask any further questions, and simply uttered a single word.

Holding the freshly issued half-price ticket, Lu Linglong turned to Xu Si, her eyes sparkling with anticipation and a "I'm thinking of the company" expression: "Fourth Brother, will the company reimburse me for this ticket?"

"Report! Report everything! Travel expenses will be reimbursed on an actual cost basis!" Xu Si looked at her miserly appearance and felt both amused and helpless. He waved his hand in agreement.

It wasn't that Lu Linglong was stingy; it was just that her cultivation expenses over the past year were terrifying.

The crafting of magical talismans and treasures requires gold, or even refined gold. According to incomplete statistics, her cultivation resource consumption this year is estimated to be close to nine figures.

Although most of the expenses were covered by Academician Li Muxuan, who was "not short of money," Lu Linglong still felt a pang of heartache when she saw those astronomical bills, and she tried to save money wherever she could in her daily life.

In other words, Li Muxuan himself holds multiple cutting-edge patents, generating astonishing profits. In addition, the Li family, skilled in business, manages his assets. His personal assets are equivalent to those of the Three True Paths. If this were any other family or sect of extraordinary individuals with a limited scale, they would probably have been completely dragged down and impoverished by such a bottomless pit of resource demands long ago.

After buying their tickets, the group followed the bustling crowd, slowly making their way up the mountain along the stone steps.

The early summer mountain breeze rustled through the leaves, bringing a touch of coolness, but it couldn't dispel the noise and heat brought by the tourists.

As she was walking, Lu Linglong suddenly stopped and looked back as if she had sensed something.

My gaze passed over the throng of people and landed on a swaying figure not far behind.

Her eyes lit up, and a bright smile immediately bloomed on her face. She waved vigorously, "Oh? Senior Brother Wang Ye! You're here too!"

Through the gaps in the crowd, a young man with a loose, disheveled topknot that looked like it might fall apart at any moment, wearing a light gray casual outfit that was clearly a size too big, and looking sleepy as if he hadn't woken up yet, was lazily waving in their direction.

If not a king, then who is he?

"It really is you, Linglong." Wang Ye quickly took a few steps, squeezed through the crowd, and came to stand in front of them.

He still had that lazy look, unmotivated by anything, and rubbed his eyes as if he had just been awakened by the sunlight.

However, when he saw Lu Linglong, a clear smile still flashed in the depths of his usually tired eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved into a slight arc.

"I was looking at your back and was about to say hello, but I didn't expect you to see me first."

His gaze swept over the people around Lu Linglong, and he lazily nodded in turn: "Oh, Xu San, Xu Si, Feng Baobao, you're all here. So, the entire North China region has mobilized?"

His tone was familiar, clearly indicating that he had dealt with Xu San and Xu Si quite a bit, and was even used to Feng Baobao's unique ethereal temperament.

This is not surprising. Thanks to Academician Li Muxuan, who likes to "mentor the younger generation," Wang Ye met with these "all-knowing" people from North China quite a few times during his time in Beijing and became quite familiar with them.

Xu San and Xu Si exchanged a glance, a glint of light flashing in their eyes at the same time.

"San'er," Xu Si suddenly slapped his forehead, making a soft "smack" sound, and put on a look of sudden realization and deep regret, "Look at my memory! How could we forget about this gentleman? Isn't this ready-made thigh right here?"

Before the words were even finished, the two of them, as if they had rehearsed countless times, attacked at the same time with perfect coordination!

Xu San adjusted his glasses and put one hand on Wang Ye's left shoulder, while Xu Si grinned and wrapped his arm around Wang Ye's right shoulder.

With both of them exerting force at the same time, they lifted the slender Wang Ye up like a sack of potatoes, leaving his feet off the ground!

"Hey hey hey! I said! Xu San! Xu Si! What are you trying to do now?" Wang Ye was caught off guard and symbolically kicked his legs twice, but found it was useless. He could only give up struggling and let himself be held in mid-air by the two men.

He turned his head to look at Lu Linglong, who was watching with great interest, and drawled out his pleading voice: "Linglong! Junior Sister Linglong! Are you just going to watch like this? Help—"

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Lu Linglong stood aside, spreading her hands with a helpless smile on her face.

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"Who is this person??" Zhang Chulan asked curiously, looking at the entourage.

"Chu Lan, come here!" Xu Si said loudly while firmly "controlling" Wang Ye, "Let me give you a grand introduction! This is an extraordinary person! Wang Ye!"

The most famous Wudang Sect, a direct disciple of the current sect leader, Master Yunlong! The kind who keeps the sect in seclusion!

He specifically emphasized "personal instruction" and "closed-door training," adding fuel to the fire, "They're completely different from you, a candidate who has to fight to the death, overcome countless obstacles, and only have a slim chance of inheriting the title of Celestial Master! They're the legitimate, sect-appointed, and undisputed future successor to the Wudang Sect leadership! Envious? Jealous?"

"Wudang Sect?! The Wudang Sect of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Tai Chi?!" Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately became respectful, and his back straightened up unconsciously.

As a half-history enthusiast and a newcomer to the world of supernatural beings, he was well aware of the significance of Wudang Mountain and that legendary founder.

The sect leader's personal disciple, the future sect leader—this identity, this background, is simply dazzling!

Zhang Chulan is a very shrewd person. As soon as he saw Xu San and Xu Si's "wonderful" eyes and Wang Ye's helpless expression, he instantly understood their plan—they clearly wanted to recruit another powerful general to join their team!

If Zhang Chulan had Lu Linglong, Wang Ye, and Feng Baobao protecting him, wouldn't the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony be a sure thing?

He immediately put on a warm, almost fawning smile, took a step forward, and without caring that Wang Ye was still being supported, tightly grasped Wang Ye's barely movable hand with both hands, shaking it vigorously up and down, his tone sincere and excited: "I've heard so much about you! I've heard so much about you, Senior Brother Wang Ye! Your name is truly legendary! I am Zhang Chulan, you can just call me Chulan!"

Please take good care of me in the future, senior! Please take good care of me!

Their intimacy and familiarity made them seem like long-lost brothers who had finally reunited.

The group chatted and laughed, mainly Zhang Chulan doing the joking, while Wang Ye seemed helpless. The atmosphere remained lively as they continued up the mountain path.

Xu Si finally put Wang Ye down, but still affectionately hooked his arm around Wang Ye's shoulder, as if afraid he would run away.

He leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked tentatively, "What's up, Xiao Yezi? It's rare to see you travel so far. Are you also interested in that 'Heavenly Talisman' that Old Master Lu took out? Want to try your luck?"

Wang Ye glanced at the group, his gaze lingering briefly on Zhang Chulan and Lu Linglong, his mind perfectly clear.

The purpose of these people is probably the same as the deeper reason for his presence: to ensure that Zhang Chulan can go all the way in this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

In fact, Wang Ye originally had no interest in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. The position of Heavenly Master and the Tongtian Register did not attract much from his lazy nature.

But not long ago, one night, he saw some "visions" in the inner vision that made him extremely uneasy. These visions concerned the Celestial Master's Degree, Zhang Zhiwei, and Zhang Chulan's fate.

He had to come; he had to stop something from happening, or rather, help Zhang Chulan win this selection.

This was for Longhu Mountain, and also for that unsettling possible future he glimpsed in the interior.

Since everyone shares the same goal, it saves a lot of trouble from testing and explaining to each other.

Wang Ye yawned again, rubbed his nose, and waved his hand casually in his perpetually sleepy tone, saying, "The Heavenly Talisman? Not interested. The Eight Extraordinary Skills and all that, just hearing about them sounds like too much trouble. I've been staying home too long, my bones have rusted a bit. My master keeps saying that young people should go out more, see the world, and not just stay in the mountains daydreaming all the time. I figured this Luotian Grand Ceremony is pretty lively, so I'll treat it as a trip, join in the fun, and broaden my horizons."

Hearing this, Xu San and Xu Si's smiles deepened, and Zhang Chulan was overjoyed.

The group exchanged knowing glances, and the atmosphere immediately became even more harmonious.

The team that helped Zhang Chulan win the Luo Tian Grand Tournament quietly gained another unfathomable "general" at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Coincidentally, just as the group arrived at the magnificent and ancient vermilion gate of the Celestial Master's Mansion, they saw a small group of people gathered in the open space in front of them.

An elderly man with white hair and beard, a gaunt face, and dressed in a simple blue Taoist robe was surrounded by television cameras and reporters holding microphones, calmly accepting the interview.

The old man was all smiles and answered questions in a calm and humorous tone, occasionally with a touch of friendly banter, giving him a somewhat otherworldly air of carefree wandering. Yet, strangely, he blended in perfectly with the usual hustle and bustle of interviews in the surrounding scenic area, without appearing out of place at all.

"This is... the Old Celestial Master?" Zhang Chulan stared at him from afar, somewhat stunned.

This seems a bit too approachable and friendly compared to his imagined image of a Taoist leader who sits high on a cloud platform, with a solemn and dignified appearance that makes people afraid to look directly at him.

"Seeing the Celestial Master has never been difficult," Wang Ye's voice sounded lazily behind him, carrying a sense of commonplace familiarity, "especially during this—special—period when it's necessary to project an image of 'harmonious coexistence' to secular society."

His words seemed to have another meaning, but Zhang Chulan had no time to think about it at the moment.

Shortly after, the interview ended, the reporter and cameraman thanked them and left, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Wang Ye then slowly walked forward, straightened his clothes which were not actually wrinkled, and bowed respectfully to Zhang Zhiwei, who was whispering something to a middle-aged Taoist priest, saying in an unusually respectful tone: "Wang Ye of Wudang pays respects to the Celestial Master."

"Oh, it's Wang Ye." Zhang Zhiwei turned around at the sound of his voice, a gentle smile spreading across his lean face. His gaze lingered on Wang Ye for a moment before he nodded. "It's rare to see you come down the mountain. How is your advisor's health?"

"Thanks to the Celestial Master's blessing, Master has always been in good health. He drinks tea and watches the clouds every day, has a good appetite, and sleeps soundly," Wang Ye replied respectfully. He then turned to the side and gently pushed Zhang Chulan, who was standing behind him looking somewhat flustered and secretly observing the Celestial Master, forward half a step. "Celestial Master, look, who have I brought to you?"

Zhang Zhiwei's gaze naturally fell on Zhang Chulan's face.

That gaze wasn't sharp; it was as calm as a deep well, yet it seemed to possess a penetrating power, making Zhang Chulan feel as if he had been seen through from the inside out.

He gazed at the young man before him, whose features still faintly bore a resemblance to Huaiyi's former self, yet possessed the unique temperament of a youth of this era. His smile deepened, a smile imbued with the感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of deep emotion or reflection) that had settled with time, and a natural kindness: "Is this—Chu Lan?"

"I—" Zhang Chulan opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Many scenes and words that I had imagined were stuck in my chest at this moment.

Faced with this Celestial Master, who held an incomparably revered position in the world of supernatural beings, a thousand thoughts surged into his mind, and he didn't know how to address him or how to begin speaking.

"Call me Master." Zhang Zhiwei's tone was calm, carrying an undeniable warmth and matter-of-factness. "Since your grandfather Huaiyi passed on the Golden Light Mantra and Yang Five Thunders to you, he has acknowledged you as his successor. Although you are not formally registered in my Longhu Mountain Zhengyi lineage, this title of Master is well-deserved, and I am worthy of it."

"Master!" Zhang Chulan no longer hesitated. The inexplicable tension and estrangement in his heart seemed to be easily soothed by these words. He straightened up, bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiwei respectfully, and shouted loudly.

This address was not only a confirmation of seniority, but also an invisible acceptance, as if his wandering and helpless heart had found a harbor where he could temporarily rest.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded with satisfaction, raised his hand to help him up, and then said to him, "Chu Lan, come with me. There are some old stories about your grandfather, and some key points about this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony that I need to explain to you privately."

This was clearly a way of dismissing others.

He then turned to Zhang Lingyu, the young Taoist priest who had been standing quietly to the side, with a refined and aloof demeanor like a plum blossom in the snow, and instructed him, "Lingyu, go and greet and arrange for the other guests. I'll speak a few words with Chu Lan and then come back."

"Disciple obeys." Zhang Lingyu bowed and replied, his voice clear and melodious like jade striking each other.

He straightened up, turned to Wang Ye, Lu Linglong, Xu San and Xu Si, Feng Baobao and others, and made a standard and elegant "please" gesture. His expression was calm and polite. "You have all come from afar, you must be tired. Please follow me to the side hall for tea and rest for a while."

Following Zhang Lingyu's lead, the group headed to a relatively quiet side hall on one side of the mountain gate.

As Lu Linglong walked, she curiously and discreetly observed this "Junior Uncle," who was extremely famous among the younger generation of the supernatural world.

He stood tall and straight, his Taoist robe spotless, his face handsome yet aloof, his temperament as ethereal as rumored. However—upon closer inspection, a faint, lingering melancholy seemed to linger between his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, creating a subtle contrast with his overall cool and aloof demeanor.

Xu San and Xu Si exchanged a few simple pleasantries with Zhang Lingyu.

About half an hour later, Zhang Chulan walked over from the direction of the main hall. His face was solemn, and his brows were unconsciously furrowed. Clearly, the conversation he had just had with the Old Celestial Master was not easy and may have even brought him considerable pressure or confusion.

"Chu Lan, how are you? What did the Old Master say to you?" Lu Linglong was the first to greet him, noticing Zhang Chu Lan's low spirits, and asked with concern.

Zhang Chulan raised his head, looked at the people who had gathered around him, shook his head, and forced a smile, but the heaviness in his eyes did not disappear: "It's nothing serious, just some rules to explain and some people to be careful of. As for the specifics—we'll talk about it later."

He clearly didn't want to delve into the topic at this moment, so he changed the subject, "Let's go to the back mountain first. The registration area and preliminary venues for the competition should be located there. Let's not delay our business."

Seeing that he had made up his mind and did not want to say more, the others tactfully stopped asking questions.

The group did not linger and followed the signs and the path Zhang Lingyu had just mentioned, heading towards the deeper back mountain area of ​​Longhu Mountain.

The hustle and bustle of the front mountain was gradually left behind, and the mountain path underfoot became more and more quiet and ancient. Ancient trees on both sides reached the sky, their branches and leaves blocking out the sun, leaving only dappled and dancing spots of light.

The mountain breeze rustles through the trees, bringing the fragrance of grass and trees and the faint sound of a stream in the distance. Birdsong occasionally breaks the silence, adding to the tranquility, making it seem like a completely different world from the mountain in front.

As they walked, Wang Ye's gaze kept drifting to the rather conspicuous light pink paper umbrella on Lu Linglong's back, his eyes filled with inquiry and contemplation, and he hesitated to speak several times.

"Senior Brother Wang Ye," Lu Linglong, who was walking ahead, suddenly turned around as if she had eyes in the back of her head, a bright smile on her face, and looked at Wang Ye, "Have you been wanting to ask me why I'm carrying an umbrella on such a sunny day?"

Her question not only played right into Wang Ye's hands, but also alerted Xu San and Xu Si, who were seemingly chatting but had been secretly observing, as well as Zhang Chulan, whose curiosity had been waning. They all perked up their ears and focused their attention on the umbrella.

In truth, they had been itching with curiosity for a long time, but Xu San and Xu Si, bound by the strict orders of Xu Xiang and Li Muxuan, dared not take the initiative to inquire about Lu Linglong's background and methods. Zhang Chulan, on the other hand, was a newcomer and unsure of Lu Linglong's temperament, so he was too embarrassed to ask rashly. Now that Lu Linglong had brought it up herself, it was like a godsend.

Lu Linglong seemed quite pleased with the curious and expectant gazes of the crowd. She tiptoed slightly, adjusted the straps to make the paper umbrella more secure on her back, and then introduced it with a tone of pride, "This isn't an ordinary sun umbrella or rain umbrella. It's called 'Momentary Eternity Flower Support,' something my master guided me through the process of crafting—well, I guess you could call it a 'magic weapon.'"

"Hiss—a magic weapon?!" Xu Si gasped, his eyes widening instantly. He even forgot to smoke. "Linglong, are you kidding me? This looks—no different from those twenty-yuan oil-paper umbrellas at the entrance of scenic spots!"

He couldn't resist and reached out his finger to carefully poke the light pink umbrella surface.

It does feel tough to the touch, with the unique texture of paper and a slight coolness. It doesn't look like the legendary "magic weapon" that is radiant and unpredictable in power.

Zhang Chulan also became interested and interjected, "Magic treasures? Like the ones in 'Investiture of the Gods'? The Hunyuan Umbrella? The kind that can contain the universe and collect magic treasures?" He was quite knowledgeable about mythology.

Lu Linglong chuckled at his wild imagination, waving her hands repeatedly, "Haha, Chu Lan, what are you thinking! How could that be! Those are legendary innate spiritual treasures and acquired supreme treasures. My 'flower-holding staff' doesn't have that kind of world-changing power. It's more inclined towards—well, auxiliary and specific applications."

She deliberately drew out her words, blinked her bright eyes, and kept everyone in suspense, "As for its specific wondrous effects—I'll keep that a secret for now. You'll all know when someone forces me to use it during the competition! Telling you now would diminish the surprise, wouldn't it?"

"Speaking of which," Wang Ye said, finally asking another question that had been lingering in his mind, "Linglong, there's something I've wanted to ask you for a long time. Which senior master of the Three Truths School taught you these mysterious skills? Could it be—Master Lu personally taught you?" He remembered that Lu Jin and Lu Linglong shared the same surname, so this guess was understandable.

"The Three True Methods?" Zhang Chulan, standing to the side, repeated the unfamiliar term in confusion.

"You haven't heard of Chu Lan?" Wang Ye was somewhat surprised, then realized, "That's right, you weren't in this circle before. The Three Truths Sect is the number one mystical sect and the most prominent sect in the world today."

"Huh? Claiming to be the best in the world? Such arrogance?" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise.

"No," Wang Ye shook his head, his expression serious. "It's not a self-proclaimed claim, but a common understanding across the entire world of supernatural beings, regardless of righteousness or evil, large or small sects. Moreover, the Three Truths Method truly lives up to its name."

He briefly introduced Zhang Chulan to the status and origin of the Three Truths School, especially the legend of its founder, Zhou Yi, ascending to heaven in broad daylight.

Zhang Chulan was stunned. After a long while, he murmured, "My God—Ascension—no wonder Fourth Brother said before that Linglong didn't care about any of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques—it turns out that what her sect inherited was a true method for attaining immortality—"

He was filled with mixed feelings, including shock at Lu Linglong's background and a sense of indescribable frustration. This was the advantage of having a solid foundation and a powerful backer!

Even if everyone knows that the Three Truths Dharma Gate possesses an unparalleled inheritance that leads directly to ascension, who would dare to forcibly seize it? Unlike himself, who is merely suspected of possessing one of the "Eight Extraordinary Skills," yet has become a rat coveted by everyone and hiding everywhere. The difference is simply too great.

"Senior Brother Wang Ye," Lu Linglong finally answered Wang Ye's question slowly. She smiled, her tone calm and unreadable, "I'm rather curious, how did you—to figure out that I might come from the Three Truths Sect?"

She neither admitted nor denied it, but instead threw the question back at her.

"I am, after all, a disciple of Wudang. Although I am not as profound as the Three Truths Sect—just think of it as a unique sensing method I cultivate." Wang Ye gave a vague answer without going into details.

Lu Linglong nodded, not delving into the matter further, as if it were just a casual question.

Then, she clarified in a natural tone, "However, Senior Brother Wang Ye, you're wrong this time. My great-grandfather—that is, Sect Leader Lu Jin—did not accept me as a disciple back then. My skills were passed down from someone else."

"Huh?" Wang Ye asked in surprise.

"My master is the Hermit of Penglai," Lu Linglong said solemnly.

"The Hermit of Penglai?" Wang Ye frowned slightly, quickly searching his memory, but he had no recollection of this name.

Based on the records in Wudang's classic texts and their understanding of the world's masters, a reclusive master who could teach a disciple like Lu Linglong should not be so unknown.

"It's normal that Senior Brother Wang Ye hasn't heard of him," Lu Linglong explained, noticing his confusion. "My master is indifferent to fame and fortune and hasn't set foot in the world of supernatural beings for decades. He is a true hermit who is single-mindedly pursuing the Dao and living a carefree life outside the world. It was only by chance that I was accepted into his tutelage."

I see----

Wang Ye maintained his lazy expression and even nodded in agreement, indicating his understanding.

But my mind was perfectly clear, and my thoughts raced:

—What a joke!

Penglai Hermit?

This name sounds like a random alias or pseudonym; it's only good for fooling laymen.

Is there another person in the world as brilliant and unfathomable as the founder of the Three Truths School?

Wang Ye didn't believe it at all.

After eliminating all impossible options, the one that remains, no matter how unbelievable it may seem, must be the truth.

He was almost certain that Lu Linglong was definitely a disciple of the Three Truths Sect, and that her lineage was likely extraordinary.

only----

Lu Linglong seemed to sense something, turned her face, and smiled brightly at Wang Ye. Her eyebrows curved, and her clear eyes held a hint of cunning, as if she could see through his thoughts, or as if she were saying silently:

So what if you guessed it?

As long as I don't agree or admit it, what can you do to me?

Wang Ye touched his nose and looked away.

Well, it seems this old lady is determined to play dumb to the end.

A precipice, a narrow strip of sky.

Following the guidance of the Longhu Mountain disciples, the group arrived at a selection checkpoint with a treacherous terrain.

On both sides are near-vertical cliffs, with exposed rocks, as if cleaved by a giant axe, leaving only a narrow crevice in the middle.

The wooden bridge that originally connected the two cliffs has been demolished and replaced by several long ropes, about the thickness of a bowl and made of an unknown material, that stretch across the deep valley.

The mountain wind howled up from the valley floor, creating a strong draft that caused the ropes to sway and spin incessantly, making a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache, as if they might break at any moment.

Looking down, the clouds and mist surged below, their depths unfathomable. Only when the wind occasionally blew the clouds away could one vaguely glimpse the sharp rock edges below and the dark depths that dazzled the eye.

A young disciple from Longhu Mountain, dressed in a Taoist robe, stood on the edge of the cliff and addressed the arriving contestants in a loud voice: "Everyone, this is the first round of selection. If you don't have any special means of leverage, please pass through these ropes. Remember, falling means elimination."

The rules are simple, yet cruel.

"——————" Zhang Chulan stood on the edge of the cliff, craning his neck to look at the ropes that swayed in the gale like drunkards dancing, then cautiously peered down at the all-consuming cloud-shrouded abyss below. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he silently pulled his head back, speechless for a moment.

This thing looks way more thrilling than high-wire walking on TV, and there are no safety ropes at all!

"Chu Lan, do you need any help?" Lu Linglong stood beside him and asked kindly, her face showing concern, but her eyes were sparkling with eagerness.

Before Zhang Chulan could even feel a glimmer of hope, the Longhu Mountain disciple in charge of supervision swept his sharp gaze over her and spoke solemnly, his voice resolute: "Excuse me, young lady. The rule is that you must pass through this area independently and may not rely on the assistance of others. Violators will also be eliminated."

"Oh well!" Zhang Chulan sighed, his shoulders slumped, and his last bit of hope that "Linglong can fly me there" was completely shattered.

It seems I can only rely on myself.

Next, the group of people began to show off their unique skills.

Xu San and Xu Si exchanged a glance and smiled slightly.

They each pointed their fingers like swords, gave a soft shout, and the standard short swords hanging at their waists flew out with a "whoosh" and hovered at their feet.

The two of them leaped lightly and landed steadily on the sword.

The short sword emitted a barely audible hum, carrying the two of them as if they were floating in mid-air, like a legendary sword immortal wielding a sword. Their movements were graceful and elegant, their robes fluttering, as they "flew" directly across the several-dozen-meter-wide cliff, landing steadily on the other side. This drew low gasps of amazement from many of the strange people waiting to cross the rope at the cliff's edge.

Lu Linglong, Feng Baobao, and Wang Ye opted for a more "simple" approach. Lu Linglong leaped lightly, her toes landing precisely on the rope that swayed the most. Her movements were as light as a swallow; no matter how the rope swayed or twisted, her feet seemed rooted to the ground, as if glued to it, each step perfectly steady. She strolled across with an air of leisure, her ponytail swaying gently behind her head.

Feng Baobao was more direct. She walked onto the rope with a blank expression, her steps so even as if measured with a ruler. She ignored the violent swaying of the rope and walked more steadily than on flat ground, quickly reaching the other side.

Wang Ye yawned and followed along unsteadily. His steps seemed random and chaotic, but in fact they conformed to the principles of the Nine Palaces and Eight Trigrams. Each step landed on the nodes or troughs of the rope's vibration, subtly dissipating the swaying force, making his walk light and comfortable.

Finally, it was Zhang Chulan's turn.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, as if trying to expel all his tension and worries.

He glanced at the group of people who had safely arrived and were looking at him, then looked down at the abyss-like mist beneath his feet that seemed to devour everything. The last trace of hesitation on his face was replaced by determination.

"Heh—forget about saving face, my life is the most important! Safety first! We'll talk about it later!"

With a low shout, he lunged forward and charged straight at one of the ropes!

Their limbs clung tightly to the rough ropes like octopuses, their entire bodies pressed against them, forming a standard "suspended" posture.

Then, under the watchful eyes of some young supernatural beings around him, who were initially stunned, then couldn't help but laugh, and some even covered their mouths and sneered, Zhang Chulan began his "cliff crossing" performance. He was like a koala struggling to move on a tree branch, or some kind of strange reptile, relying on the alternating force of his arms and legs to slowly and steadily crawl and climb forward.

The posture was certainly extremely unsightly, even quite comical, making it a veritable "mudslide" among the many graceful, steady, or wondrous ways of crossing cliffs.

But he paid no attention to it, gritting his teeth and staring straight ahead, ignoring the sound of the wind, the creaking of the ropes, and the faint snickers coming from the wind.

There was only one thought in my mind: crawl over there!

With a strong belief that "as long as I'm not embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed" and "survival is the most important thing," he struggled and moved inch by inch across the tens of meters of natural barrier.

When he finally scrambled to the other side, his limbs trembling, and was pulled up by Xu Si with a grin, he was disheveled and panting, but he had finally made it across.

First screening passed.

The competition venue.

After passing through the narrow passage, a breathtaking view suddenly opened up before us.

A vast open space surrounded by mountains came into view. The ground had been leveled and compacted, and high, tiered stands surrounded the area.

By this time, a large number of people had gathered inside and outside the venue, creating a bustling and lively atmosphere.

There were elderly people with white hair leaning on canes talking in hushed tones, young and middle-aged people dressed in various colors and with different auras, and even a family of three with a child, pointing, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was so lively that it didn't seem like a competition about to begin, but more like the entrance to a large amusement park or carnival.

"Wow, there's such a large area in the back mountain—and what's with this amusement park-like atmosphere?" Zhang Chulan exclaimed in surprise. This was far from the solemn and majestic "Luo Tian Grand Ceremony" scene he had imagined, which was filled with murderous intent.

With his hands in his pockets, Wang Ye lazily explained, "For the vast majority of superhumans, participating in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is mainly about joining in the fun, broadening their horizons, and meeting old friends. After all, such a large-scale event open to the entire superhuman community hasn't happened for many years."

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He paused, as if recalling something, and added, "I remember the last clearly documented gathering of extraordinary individuals comparable in scale to today's was decades ago, the Daoist Debate of 1937, spearheaded by the Three Truths School." That gathering was attended by every recognizable sect from both the righteous and evil paths, and the purpose of that conference was—

He glanced at Lu Linglong beside him and continued, "It was to compete for the title of the most powerful person in the world who was qualified to lead both the righteous and the evil paths at that time."

"Discussion on the Dao 1937 —" Zhang Chulan's lips twitched. "This name — is really simple and unadorned."

"I heard that the name was personally chosen by the patriarch of the Three Truths School," Wang Ye said, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over Lu Linglong again.

Lu Linglong was looking around with great interest, full of curiosity about everything around her. When she heard the name and history, her face showed no unusual expression, as if she had only heard a distant story that had nothing to do with her.

Zhang Chulan's curiosity was piqued: "Then—who was the number one in the world at that grand gathering decades ago?"

Xu Si exhaled a puff of smoke and picked up the conversation, his tone carrying a matter-of-fact sigh: "Is there even a question? It's naturally that one from the Three Truths Sect. I heard that back then, he single-handedly defeated all the sect leaders and elders present, single-handedly silencing all dissenting voices from both the righteous and evil paths. After that battle, the title of the number one in the world was no longer in dispute."

Zhang Chulan remained silent for a long time, digesting this seemingly legendary feat. Finally, he squeezed out two words filled with deep admiration and disbelief: "Awesome."

"After all, he is the only ascendant in modern times, a legendary figure." Wang Ye sighed, his tone carrying a natural awe for the distant legend, while his eyes keenly caught Lu Linglong's reaction.

Lu Linglong still wore that innocent and bright smile, as if she were just listening to an interesting anecdote about the martial arts world.

However, just as everyone's attention was drawn to the noisy crowd in the distance, she very naturally let down her right hand, which was originally resting on the paper umbrella, and with a slight turn of her body, quietly raised her thumb towards the unnoticed air behind her.

The movement was as fast as lightning, stopping in an instant, and no one noticed it except herself.

In the void her fingertips pointed towards, two gazes transcending time and space were gently watching the bustling valley below, watching the group of young people who were about to stir up trouble.

The same month's order was launched not long ago.

At the same moment, the Trinity Gate... no, it should be called the Reverse Life Gate.

Inside the ancient and magnificent hall, the light seems not to come from the outside, but rather from the building itself, from the beams and pillars engraved with intricate Taoist patterns, and from the ground, flowing naturally, softly and steadily.

Deep within the main hall, a figure sat cross-legged on a futon.

Soft footsteps approached from afar, breaking the silence of the palace. A tall, upright figure walked to Zhou Yi's side and stood respectfully at attention; it was Lu Jin.

"Senior brother," Lu Jin bowed slightly, his voice low and clear, "the message has been released as you wished."

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He paused slightly before continuing his report: "The Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain, the various Quanzhen sects, Wudang, Shaolin and other orthodox Xuanmen sects, and even—those prominent forces, and even the Quanxing sect—have all sent messages through clandestine channels. It is now confirmed that they will all be coming."

"Okay, I understand." Zhou Yi's voice was calm and even, as if he were listening to something trivial.

He didn't turn his head, but his face seemed slightly turned towards Lu Jin. "What? You seem hesitant to speak. Is it that you—don't have confidence in me?"

Lu Jin's body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, and he quickly said, "This—I shouldn't have any doubts about Senior Brother's cultivation! But—"

He raised his head, genuine worry evident in his eyes. "There are just too many people here! A mixed bag, each with their own agenda. How easy is it to subdue everyone and win their sincere respect? I'm worried—"

"You say you shouldn't question," Zhou Yi gently interrupted him, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger, but carrying a calm that went straight to the heart, "but in your heart, aren't you still questioning? Lu Jin."

He paused, as if with a faint sigh, "I never imagined that in your eyes, I would be such a reckless and foolish person who overestimates his abilities."

"This! Senior brother! That's not what I meant!" Lu Jin said anxiously.

"Senior brother! I absolutely did not mean that!" Upon hearing this, Lu Jin became somewhat anxious, subconsciously taking a small step forward, his face showing an urgent expression of explanation, "I was just—I was just confused because I was concerned! I had absolutely no intention of belittling you, senior brother!"

"When will you be able to be your own master? Never mind." Zhou Yi seemed unwilling to dwell on the matter any longer, and changed the subject, asking, "How is your transformation into a celestial being progressing?"

When cultivation was mentioned, Lu Jin's expression calmed down slightly, and he answered seriously, "Reporting to Senior Brother, the transition to cultivation went smoothly, and I have entered the first realm: Water and Fire Immortal Robe."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly.

This "Ascension to Immortality" was created by him by drawing on and surpassing the "Triple Rebirth," and it is divided into three realms.

First Realm: Water and Fire Immortal Robe; Second Realm: Primordial One; Third Realm: Heaven and Earth Absolute. Zhou Yi calmly said, "Besides Master, only you have entered the first realm. You joined much later than them, yet you are now one step ahead. It is evident that within this sect, apart from Master and me, in terms of talent and ability, you are among the best. The position of sect leader will be yours sooner or later."

"This—" Lu Jin was stunned, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Is what you said, senior brother, an affirmation, an expectation, or some kind of test?

His heart was in turmoil, filled with the thrill of being recognized, the weight of responsibility, and a touch of apprehension.

"Lu Jin," Zhou Yi's voice rang out again, calm yet carrying an undeniable power, "Excessive humility is not always a virtue; sometimes it can become a mental obstacle. Only by recognizing oneself can one move forward with determination."

He paused slightly, as if to say, "Alright, if there's nothing else, go back and focus on your cultivation. If you have any questions during your cultivation, feel free to ask me while I'm still here."

Lu Jin obeyed, took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the complex emotions churning in his chest, and once again respectfully bowed to the figure on the prayer mat, every movement meticulous: "Yes, Senior Brother. Lu Jin takes his leave."

outside the temple.

Stepping across the tall threshold, the real sunlight suddenly streamed in. The afternoon sun was somewhat scorching, and its warmth caused Lu Jin's slightly tense shoulders and back to relax a little.

He stood there, not leaving immediately, but subconsciously raised his head, squinted at the drifting clouds in the sky, and then let out a long, almost inaudible sigh.

The breath was long and deep, as if it had released some kind of invisible pressure that had been building up in the chest for a long time.

I have a feeling that my senior brother's aura is getting stronger and stronger.

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I've been too tired lately, so I'll just post a few sporadic updates.

There's also the chapter title. I'm terrible at naming things. Originally, it was supposed to be "Dongyan Mountain Martial Arts Gathering" or "World Martial Arts Gathering," but after thinking about it, I decided to go with "Discussion on the Dao 1937."

The eccentric and the martial arts world don't quite match.

Go to sleep. My family member will be discharged tomorrow.

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