Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 226 Go and deal with 'Demon Master' Pang Ban!
The next day, as dawn broke, the sky was just beginning to brighten.

The hero Mo Yu sat cross-legged in meditation all night.

The Qi flowing throughout his body was now perfectly harmonious and unobstructed, without the slightest stagnation. The three strands of 'Nine Yang' true meaning had now been completely devoured by the 'Taiyi Golden Light Skill,' or rather, merged into one, with no distinction between them anymore.

The "broadness" of the Emei Nine Yang Skill provided him with nine blank external skill interfaces!
The "high" level of Shaolin Nine Yang Skill caused his blood and qi quality to increase threefold!
The 'purity' of the Wudang Nine Yang Skill further tripled his internal strength and recovery speed!
If we say that the cultivation before the Celestial Master realm is all for laying the foundation for one's own path of martial arts.

At this moment, he has achieved a perfect foundation in all aspects!
Mo Yu, one of the heroes, slowly opened his eyes, his expression calm and composed, his aura still and undisturbed.

Having reached this level, he can clearly perceive that there seems to be an extremely thin, almost imperceptible membrane separating him from the world.

It was as if this invisible membrane would shatter with just a little effort, at which point he would officially break through to the Celestial Master realm.

But he didn't want to do that!
He is still maturing and accumulating experience.

Although the foundation of martial arts has been perfected, how to break through to the next level and how to choose the path to achieve immortality are extremely important.

The most common way to break through in the martial arts world is like the first breakthrough of the War Maniac: the mind and will become one, the person and the weapon merge, and with the help of external objects or one's own strongest skills, one forcibly breaks through the limits of heaven and earth.

When Quanxing attacked the mountain, Zhan Kuang had already broken through to the Celestial Master realm.

However, due to various reasons, he did not choose this path later, but instead abandoned it and started over.

With the combined efforts of the heroes and the warriors, he was able to reshape his existence once again and reach the Celestial Realm through the 'Gathering and Dispersing Qi' technique of the Reverse Life Triple!

But that's not all.

Finally, in a battle against the supreme Celestial Master, his combat power reached a level as high as the heavens, touching the 'heavenly limit'.

It was this experience that allowed him to completely broaden his horizons and understand the 'Three Calamities to Prove the Dao' method. Reaching this point can be considered as another round of cultivation.

For him, 'gathering form and dispersing energy' was no longer the Dao, but a technique that naturally arose during the process of 'proving the Dao'.

The hero Mo Yu was fortunate enough to witness and even participate deeply in the struggles, transformations, and sublimations of this exceptionally talented otherworldly counterpart.

This experience broadened his horizons far beyond his current cultivation level.

Breaking through to the Celestial Master realm was no longer enough to satisfy his ambition.

His gaze had already fallen upon the vast and mysterious realm beyond the Heavenly Realm.

Welcoming the sunrise, bathed in the purple glow.

The figure of the hero Mo Yu appeared at the familiar waterfall in the back mountain.

The rushing water cascades down from beneath our feet, plunging into the deep pool with a deafening roar.

He reached out and gently stroked the weathered reclining ox stone that had accompanied him in his enlightenment, a sense of peace settling over him.

"What? At such a young age, you're already reminiscing about the past and lamenting how time flies?" A strong voice rang in my ears, carrying a hint of alcohol.

Turning his head, he saw an old Taoist priest wearing a shabby Taoist robe, with his hair casually tied in a bun, a ruddy complexion, and a round figure, smiling at him.

Grandmaster was still the same unkempt, cynical old man, as if time had never left a mark on him.

With the current insight of the heroes, Mo Yu can already see that the Zhang Sanfeng in front of him is not his real body, but an incarnation of his primordial spirit!
"Wow, it smells so good!" Zhang Sanfeng sniffed and leaned close to the group of heroes, including Mo Yu, to take a deep sniff.

The hero Mo Yu only felt a blur before his eyes, and the large package containing food that he was carrying had vanished and appeared in his grandmaster's hands in the next instant.

"Hehe, you're the one who knows how to care for your master."

Zhang Sanfeng deftly tore open the layers of lotus leaves, revealing glistening, fragrant roast chicken, braised pork hock, and braised beef inside.

"Yuanqiao and his gang are such hypocrites! They're always controlling me, not letting me drink too much alcohol or eat too much meat, saying that I need to take care of my health as I get older. What bullshit!"
"Haven't I lived like this for over a hundred years? My health is still excellent!"

Without even using chopsticks, he casually tore off a plump roasted chicken leg and began to chew it without any hesitation.

The chivalrous Mo Yu watched this scene with a slight shift in his gaze. Although his own primordial spirit could interfere with matter to a certain extent and even achieve simple manifestation, it ultimately lacked the real sensory experiences of eyes, ears, nose, and tongue, and had no internal organs to digest food.

And the primordial spirit incarnation of the Grand Master before him was able to taste and enjoy the food so realistically.

Its level of refinement has probably already surpassed the scope of ordinary primordial spirit leaving the body, truly reaching the level of 'spitting out the yang spirit'!
This is a true terrestrial deity!

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng leaning against the reclining ox stone as if no one else was around, he took out the various cooked foods he had specially prepared from his bundle.
Cows, sheep, chickens, and ducks were spread out on the ground, and everyone was enjoying themselves immensely.

Seizing the opportunity, the chivalrous Mo Yu took out three copies of the Nine Yang Manual from his robes and respectfully handed them over:

"Grandmaster, I have collected all three copies of the Nine Yang Divine Skill. I implore you to help me restore the original Nine Yang Divine Skill."

"Hmm... there's definitely a generous amount of spices in this!"

Zhang Sanfeng didn't even look up, his hands covered in grease, but he didn't care. He grabbed a huge braised pig's trotter and stuffed it into his mouth, gnawing on it. At the same time, he casually accepted the three secret manuals that were handed to him.

The martial arts manual that could stir up a bloodbath in the martial arts world was casually flipped through by his oily hands.

As he ate, he casually flipped through a few pages to confirm its authenticity:
"Hey, you really had a tough time, kid. Back in the day, I, this old Taoist priest, personally went down the mountain, shamelessly took the Thirteen Forms of Tai Chi, and barely managed to get a copy of the Nine Yang Skill from those bald monks at Shaolin. I don't even know how the Emei monks could possibly ask for it."

Before long, he had finished reading all three books of the Nine Yang Manual, and a look of reminiscence appeared in his eyes.

As a teenager, the memories of Jueyuan's teachings gradually became clearer.

The three Nine Yang Skill scriptures, each with its own emphasis and omissions, were rapidly reorganized, arranged, compared, and completed in his unfathomable sea of ​​consciousness.

Occasionally, there might be minor gaps or contradictions, but Zhang Sanfeng would fill them in effortlessly by relying on his understanding of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and his vast and boundless martial arts memory.

The old Taoist priest with white hair and a youthful face spoke casually, while the upright young Taoist priest listened attentively.

In just a short while, the complete and fluent "Nine Yang Divine Skill" was dictated.

"How much of it have you memorized, kid?" Zhang Sanfeng asked casually, taking a swig of wine.

"Reporting to Grandmaster, this disciple has memorized everything," said Mo Yu, a member of the group of heroes, with a respectful expression.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad at all. You're better than I was back then. I didn't remember everything back then." Zhang Sanfeng smacked his lips, somewhat impressed.

Mo Yu, however, did not take it seriously, remaining humble and bowing again.

"Grandmaster, I have another request. Please teach me the Pure Yang Limitless Skill!"

Having just received the Nine Yang Divine Skill from Zhang Sanfeng, he immediately asked for the Pure Yang Limitless Skill.

To outsiders, this approach might seem like pushing one's luck, being greedy, or even overestimating one's abilities.

But Zhang Sanfeng agreed with unusual decisiveness:

"Okay!"

If it were any other disciple, Zhang Sanfeng might have tested their character, worried that they would be too greedy and suffer a qi deviation. But this one before him…

Do you even know what it means to go from a beginner to a master in six months?

Zhang Sanfeng seemed to have anticipated this question, casually pulling a manual from his sleeve and, without caring whether it was stained with oil, handing it directly to the hero Mo Yu:
"Here you go. By the way, I'll also give you a task."

Mo Yu, one of the heroes, was overjoyed and respectfully accepted the manual with both hands, completely ignoring his grandmaster's seemingly casual yet affectionate gesture of wiping oil stains off his sleeve.
"Grand Master, please give your instructions!"

Zhang Sanfeng took another bite of the pig's trotter and mumbled indistinctly:

“There’s this guy named Pang Ban who’s really annoying. Get rid of him for me.”

(End of this chapter)