In a simulated life scenario, how do you defy fate and change your destiny every time?

"Is the sect leader going to take Zhao Tie as his true disciple?"

At the entrance of the weapon-refining hall.

Upon hearing Zhou Xiong's words, all the handyman disciples couldn't help but gasp, and feelings of envy and jealousy immediately arose in their hearts.

Zhao Tie usually seems like a fool, but this time he must have had some incredible luck to be valued by Master Zhou.

Keep in mind that this is a Nirvana Realm being.

If you could become his disciple, it would be like ascending to heaven in one step!
Zhao Tie naturally understood what the words "true disciple" truly meant.

Upon hearing these words, his body, which had been completely still, finally swayed slightly.

However, as he hesitated, he remembered what Lu Yuan had said, and like an old monk in meditation, he stood still, motionless.

Lu Yuan is right.

Iron will is the invincible path, why borrow the methods of others?

As long as you walk this path to its end, you can be invincible without the help of others!
When Zhou Xiong saw that Zhao Tie remained unmoved, he not only did not get angry, but his eyes flashed with a captivating light, as if he had seen some peerless genius.

"Very good, very good. Forget about self and things, and focus solely on the Way."

"This child possesses astonishing wisdom, astonishing perseverance, and astonishing comprehension!"

Zhou Xiong clapped his hands and laughed, saying "good" three times in a row.

"Kid, I know you have big ambitions and want to forge your own path."

"However, this Vajra Technique is an unparalleled secret skill that has been passed down for dozens of generations in my weapon-refining hall."

"This method is destined for you, so I will pass it on to you, hoping that you will carry it forward in the future."

The voice just fell.

Zhou Xiong made hand seals and incantations, sending brilliant scriptures into Zhao Tie's body.

As Zhao Tie integrated these scriptures, the dark iron sheen on his body was gradually replaced by a faint golden light, and he even exuded a transcendent aura of immortality.

Seeing this, everyone felt even more envious.

As you hear the news, you can die in the evening.

Zhao Tie has received the true teachings of the weapon-refining hall from generation to generation, and his future achievements will certainly be unimaginable.

However, Lu Yuan took it lightly, believing that everyone has their own opportunities and circumstances.

Zhao Tie is a stubborn person who will never turn back even if he hits a brick wall.

Now, by chance, he has found his own path, which means that his opportunity has arrived, and there is no need to envy him.

After Zhou Xiong finished transmitting the Taoist teachings, he looked at Steward Wang, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold.

“I don’t care what your relationship with Elder Sun is. This weapon refining hall is my territory. If you make this place a mess, even Elder Sun can’t protect you.”

"Considering this is your first offense, you will be confined for half a month. Go to the Hall of Justice to receive your punishment!"

"Disciple, thank the Hall Master for showing mercy."

Upon hearing this, Manager Wang trembled and hurriedly kowtowed to apologize, daring not to utter any rebuttal.

Something happened here.

Zhou Xiong drifted away, and the other servants and disciples scattered like birds and beasts, busying themselves with their own work.

Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhou Xiong's punishment of Steward Wang.

this means.

Within half a month, he no longer needed to worry about Steward Wang causing him harm.

These ten days or so are enough time for him to enter the late stage of the Body Tempering Realm!
That evening.

After finishing all his business, Lu Yuan hurriedly returned to his residence. Without resting, he immediately assumed a stance and continued practicing the Seven Injury Fist.

Since he used the "Refine the False into the True" technique and obtained the complete Seven Injury Fist, his training efficiency has increased dramatically compared to before.

With each repetition of his boxing routine, he could clearly feel his physique becoming stronger.

It was late at night, and the moon and stars were few.

Lu Yuan practiced the Seven Injury Fist, his whole body drenched in sweat, almost draining every last bit of strength from his body.

Just as he was exhausted, his body suddenly trembled, and a large amount of new blood and energy surged into his limbs and bones, causing his aura to surge again!

"This is the fourth level of Body Tempering? I didn't expect you to break through so quickly."

Lu Yuan's eyes brightened slightly, and he said with great delight.

According to the information in his mind, the cultivation realms of the Origin Holy Realm are roughly divided into: Body Tempering, Spirit Sea, Soul Palace, Nirvana, and Destiny.

A Heavenly Fate Realm expert is also known as a Great Power, possessing terrifying power to move mountains and overturn seas, and to destroy the world.

Such beings represent the pinnacle of military power in secular dynasties, something even the sect leader of the Qingyun Sect must look up to.

As for the profound and vast realms that follow, they are beyond the comprehension of a menial disciple like him.

"A tall building rises from the ground, and the Body Tempering Realm is the beginning of martial arts."

"Martial artists at this level temper their bodies through martial arts techniques, constantly increasing their qi and blood strength. If they cultivate to a high level..."

"They can gradually shed their mortal bodies and become incredibly strong, capable of splitting mountains and shattering the earth."

Feeling the surge of qi and blood flowing through his meridians, Lu Yuan couldn't help but clench his fist.

After reaching the fourth level of Body Tempering, he could unleash a force of over a thousand pounds with a single swing of his arm.

If you add the Seven Injury Fist to it, the destructive power will only become more astonishing!

However, before Lu Yuan could recover from the surprise of his breakthrough in strength, he suddenly felt a strong hunger throughout his body.

It felt like my body had been hollowed out; after taking only a few steps, my vision went black and my legs felt as weak as noodles.

"So hungry..."

Lu Yuan hurriedly returned to his room, took out a few pills and swallowed them, finally relieving the intense hunger.

"The stronger a martial artist is, the more energy they will consume."

"Ordinary food can no longer meet my daily needs. It seems I need to go to the alchemy hall to buy some medicinal soup and qi-blood pills."

Lu Yuan said helplessly.

As the saying goes, "The poor are scholars, the rich are warriors."

In any world or plane, all cultivators cannot live without resources.

Without sufficient resources for cultivation, no matter how talented or insightful one is, in the end one will only waste their time.

Although this world is a world of martial arts based on the mind, apart from a very few madmen who can forcibly break through through willpower.

Most other martial artists still need to rely on external aids to replenish their energy.

The next morning.

As dawn broke, Lu Yuan rushed to the alchemy hall and used the more than fifty contribution points he had accumulated over the years to buy ten servings of cheap medicinal soup and two bottles of inferior Qi and Blood Pills.

He carefully hid these resources back at his residence before returning to the weapon-refining hall to do odd jobs.

For the next two weeks, Lu Yuan spent all his time practicing the Seven Injury Fist, in addition to doing his own job well.

As he immersed himself in frantic training, his strength improved by leaps and bounds.

In just half a month, he broke through four levels and successfully entered the eighth level of body tempering, reaching the realm of having blood and qi as vast as the sea and the strength of ten thousand jin!

The back mountain of Qingyun Sect.

Lu Yuan assumed a fighting stance and practiced the Seven Injury Fist once again.

His blood surged, and as he swung his fists, a whistling sound pierced the air, his speed so fast that he left afterimages in the air.

With each punch, he could concentrate all his strength into a single point, making his power terrifyingly strong, even causing the air to shatter.

Lu Yuan's punches became faster and faster, so fast that his movements were no longer visible to the naked eye.

Finally, he leaped up from the ground and slammed a furious punch into a tree that was as thick as two people could hug.

"boom!"

The spot where Lu Yuan's fist struck the tree was instantly pierced through, leaving a hole the size of a bowl.

The hole was completely open, as if it had been pierced by a sharp spear.

This effect can only be achieved when all the body's strength is concentrated at one point, with no power leaking out at all.

Can be imagined.

If this punch were to land on flesh and blood, what terrifying destructive power would it cause? It would probably pierce through three inches of steel!

"The Seven Injury Fist is a punch that is enhanced by seven different kinds of force, enough to destroy all the enemy's life force in an instant."

"If a martial artist at the Spirit Sea Realm were to take this punch head-on, they would likely suffer serious injuries!"

Lu Yuan withdrew his fist and nodded in satisfaction.

In the past two weeks, in addition to breaking through to the eighth level of Body Tempering, he also successfully reached the perfection of the Seven Injury Fist.

If you add his cultivation experience from multiple lifetimes, he can even fight against a Spirit Sea Realm warrior!
"Over the years, I have been walking on thin ice in the Qingyun Sect. Even when I am bullied, I dare not retaliate, for fear of being expelled from the sect."

"Now I can finally stand up straight and have some ability to protect myself!"

"And judging by the time, Steward Wang's confinement should be over by now."

The thought of Manager Wang sent a chilling glint of murderous intent into Lu Yuan's eyes.

He had already found out that Manager Wang's backer, Sun Xiao, was an inner sect elder who was currently at the sixth level of the Soul Palace cultivation.

However, Sun Xiao has over a hundred disciples under his command, so he probably wouldn't care if Steward Wang were gone.

Previously, he was no match for Manager Wang and could only swallow his anger and fawn over him.

but now.

Given the right opportunity, Lu Yuan wouldn't mind making him disappear from this world completely.

"According to the sect rules, as long as you reach the late stage of Body Tempering before the age of twenty, you can directly become an outer disciple."

"I'm now at the eighth level of Body Tempering, and I can finally get rid of the identity of a menial disciple."

After pondering for a moment, Lu Yuan turned and left his residence, heading towards the Chuan Gong Hall.

The Qingyun Sect covers a vast area, with nearly ten thousand disciples and countless palaces and pavilions.

Although he grew up in a sect, he rarely set foot in other places because of his low status.

Come to think of it, this was his first time visiting the Transmission Hall, even though he had been with the Qingyun Sect for so long.

He wandered around inside the sect for half an hour before finally seeing a magnificent and ancient hall appear in front of him.

The main hall was spacious, and many outer disciples dressed in blue robes came and went.

However, when these outer disciples saw Lu Yuan dressed in hemp clothing, they all showed disdain and looked down on him.

"He who comes is stopped!"

"Only outer disciples are allowed to enter this place; it is not a place that a lowly servant disciple like you can set foot in."

Before Lu Yuan even entered the training hall, a man in blue robes with an expressionless face shouted sternly.

"Senior brother, I'm here to be promoted to an outer disciple."

Lu Yuan didn't waste any words. He subtly revealed a trace of his aura, which immediately caused the man in blue to change his expression slightly.

"Eighth level of Body Tempering? When did such a young genius emerge from among the menial disciples?"

The man in blue noticed Lu Yuan's youthful face and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The cold indifference on his face was instantly replaced by warmth and kindness.

"So it's you, junior brother. I apologize for my rudeness earlier."

"Consider this century-old blood ginseng as a gift from your senior brother to apologize to you."

As the man in blue spoke, he took out a blood ginseng the length of a baby's arm from his storage bag and reluctantly handed it to Lu Yuan.

This blood ginseng is quite valuable; he spent several hundred contribution points to obtain it.

He had just broken through to the Spirit Sea Realm and planned to use this item to consolidate his physical body, but who knew he would run into Lu Yuan.

The cultivation world is strictly hierarchical.

As for the status of the menial disciples, it was not much better than that of cattle or horses.

Outer disciples, let alone wantonly beating or scolding them, even if they accidentally kill one or two servants, will at most be held accountable by the Enforcement Hall.

Therefore.

That's why the man in blue was so rude to Lu Yuan before.

But when he learned that Lu Yuan was about to be promoted to an outer disciple, his attitude changed drastically, and he even offered a generous gift to apologize.

Within the Qingyun Sect, only those who become outer disciples are considered one of their own.

Moreover, Lu Yuan is so young, yet he is already at the eighth level of Body Tempering.

This means he has good talent and a bright future, and may go even further than the man in blue!
"Senior brother, what are you saying? We are fellow disciples, so there's no need to be so polite."

As Lu Yuan spoke, he snatched the blood ginseng away.

Seeing this, the man in blue felt both heartache and relief.

Since Lu Yuan accepted the blood ginseng, it meant he was willing to let the matter drop and pretend nothing had happened.

Otherwise, if he were to offend a talented young disciple over such a trivial matter, he would definitely suffer more losses than gains.

"Senior brother, I have important matters to attend to, so I will take my leave for now. We can have a heart-to-heart talk another time when we have more time."

Lu Yuan smiled faintly.

"It's alright, Junior Brother, your business is more important."

The man in blue knew that Lu Yuan was going to advance his status, so he immediately stepped aside and showed him a path.

Next.

Lu Yuan traveled unimpeded all the way to the depths of the Transmission Hall.

As soon as he stepped into the place, an old voice suddenly came from ahead.

"With a solid foundation and abundant vital energy, he has become a promising talent among this year's miscellaneous disciples."

Lu Yuan looked up and saw an ancient pavilion in front of him.

An elderly man with white hair and beard was lounging lazily in a rattan chair, holding a wine gourd, his body exuding a strong smell of alcohol.

However, although the old man seemed to be drunk and his eyes were blurry, he could see through Lu Yuan inside and out with just a glance.

"Disciple Lu Yuan pays respects to the Transmission Elder."

Lu Yuan dared not be careless and immediately clasped his hands in a salute.

"Alright, here is your identity token. From now on, you are a member of my Qingyun Sect and no longer need to do those chores."

The white-haired old man raised one hand, and with a mere gesture of grasping at the air, a token appeared in his hand.

Then, with a wave of his hand, the token transformed into a stream of light, floating in front of Lu Yuan and emitting a faint glow.

"The pavilion in front of you is the Scripture Pavilion of my Qingyun Sect, which contains thousands of martial arts techniques and cultivation methods."

"According to the sect's rules, every newly promoted outer disciple is entitled to choose one cultivation technique and two mid-grade martial arts skills on the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion."

"You have half an hour to choose a cultivation method, hurry up and go in."

After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he picked up the gourd and took a big gulp, then let out a satisfied burp.

"Thank you for your guidance, Elder."

Lu Yuan cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, then strode into the scripture pavilion ahead. (End of Chapter)