The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 72: Tongtian Ru

The second is the emergence of "The Origin of Qi".

The person who realized the origin of Qi was named Zhang Huaiyi. He was originally a disciple of the Tianshi Mansion in Longhu Mountain and one of the thirty-six thieves.

His grandson 'Zhang Chulan' inherited his Qi body source and has become the focus of attention of all parties in the alien world.

This news was released by Quan Xing.

Quan Xing wanted to capture Zhang Chulan, but was intercepted by the company. Quan Xing was furious and full of evil intentions, so he released the news that Zhang Chulan was the inheritor of the "Qi Body Origin". The main message was that if you don't let me get what I want, I won't let you have an easy time.

When the current Heavenly Master of the Tianshi Mansion heard the news, he naturally wanted to protect his disciple. The fact that he had not protected Zhang Huaiyi back then has always been a knot in the heart of the old Heavenly Master.

Therefore, he wanted to pass on the position of Heavenly Master to him by taking advantage of the Taoist grand ceremony "Luotian Dajiao".

As long as Zhang Chulan entered the Tianshi Mansion, naturally no one would dare to target him anymore. If Zhang Huaiyi had not been so stubborn and escaped back to the Tianshi Mansion, he would not have died so miserably.

However, due to the difficulties caused by those among the Ten Lords who coveted the source of Qi, the scope of the selection was expanded to the entire world of extraordinary people, and only the champion could inherit the position of Heavenly Master.

It can be seen that even after so many years, the Eight Great Techniques still cause disputes among people.

Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.

Back mountain.

Two figures walked side by side, and they looked to be no less than a hundred years old.

One of them, wearing a black casual suit, is Lu Jin, the head of the Lu family, and the other is Zhang Zhiwei, the contemporary Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain, who is recognized as the best in the world of extraordinary people.

Zhang Zhiwei was wearing a simple Taoist robe. He was tall and straight. Although he had an old face, his skin was delicate and his eyes were restrained. He looked no different from an ordinary person.

"Old Heavenly Master, I am truly impressed by your level of cultivation. If I were you, I would definitely not be able to stand being bossed around like that."

Lu Jin looked angry, but not because he had fallen into a disadvantage after just a hundred moves.

But because the selection criteria were forced to be expanded to the entire world of extraordinary people, he felt unfair for Zhang Zhiwei.

In contrast, Zhang Zhiwei was fine. His face looked calm, like an ordinary old man who had lived out his days and was ignorant of worldly affairs.

"Forget it, Brother Lu. It's really unbelievable to let Chu Lan, an outsider, run for the position of Heavenly Master's successor. It's inevitable that they would react like this."

"Old Heavenly Master, you have a good temper. Can't you see that they are forcing you to expand the selection to the entire alien world because they don't want Zhang Chulan to enter the Heavenly Master's Mansion? These old guys are clearly plotting against the source of Qi." Lu Jin said angrily:

"But how many of those outsiders dare to covet the position of Heavenly Master? Even if they come to participate, I'm afraid they won't really try their best. In this case, the only ones who can truly fight against Zhang Chulan are nothing more than the disciples of the Ten Lords. Moreover, I'm afraid these guys will definitely do their best to eliminate Zhang Chulan first."

As long as Zhang Chulan cannot enter the Tianshi Mansion, the source of Qi will be ownerless. Whoever grabs it will own it, and the Tianshi Mansion has no reason to interfere.

What? You said the owner of the Qi body source flow is Zhang Chulan, right? How could it be ownerless?

Hehe, there's no property law in the alien world. Those who can keep something are the masters, and those who can't are dead. For those without support and power, handing over the good things is the best solution. Otherwise, if someone kills you and robs you, no one will say anything. They'll just say you're a loser who can't even keep the special skills you've acquired.

Zhang Zhiwei sighed slowly: "Even if it's as you said, what can I do?"

If this were the scenario for "The Heavenly Master Descends the Mountain," Lu Jin would have burst into tears after hearing this: "Old Heavenly Master, what are you pretending to be? You can do whatever you want!"

But Lu Jin didn't know this now. He just thought that the old Taoist priest only needed a hundred moves to defeat him, and that he also had the ability to kill the old Taoist priest.

"Hey, I don't understand. If you just want to recruit Zhang Chulan as your disciple, those guys can't stop you at all. Why do you insist on letting him inherit the position of Heavenly Master? How old is that kid? It's ridiculous."

"I really can't explain the reason." Zhang Zhiwei said slowly: "Tao follows nature. It depends on Zhang Chulan's own fate to decide his future."

Lu Jin snorted coldly: "Although following fate is the way of Taoism, but letting those guys succeed, you can tolerate it, but I can't tolerate it."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and tried to persuade Lu Jin:
"Hey, Brother Lu Jin, you're known for your 'flawless life.' Of all the old men still around, you're the one I admire the most. You're great in every way except your stubborn temper. You're over a hundred years old, so just be open-minded. Everything will work out for you."

"I don't have your level of self-restraint." Lu Jin said meaningfully, "Don't they think that under their planning, only Zhang Chulan will go all out in this conference? Hehe, I just don't want to follow their wishes. I just want to cause them a little trouble."

The two talked all the way to a pavilion.

Four people have been invited to wait in the pavilion, all of them are from the Ten Lords.

The head of the Wang family is 'Wang Ai', the new leader of the Ten Lords of the World is 'Feng Zhenghao', the head of the Shuzi Sect is 'Chen Jinkui', and the owner of the Jianghu Inn is 'Mu You'.

Originally, Lu Ci, the head of the Lu family, was also invited, but because Lujia Village was still under lockdown, he did not accept the invitation.

"Everyone, take a seat." Zhang Zhiwei raised his hand and said with a smile, "I'm not the host this time. Old Lu called everyone here."

"Oh?" Wang Ai, leaning on a cane, asked doubtfully, "Brother Lu, haven't the specific details of the Luotian Grand Ceremony been finalized? Is there anything else worth calling all of us here for?"

Wang Ai's face was covered with age spots, his back was hunched, he had a fat head and big ears, and he looked like an old man in his twilight years.

But being in charge of such a large family as the Wang family is definitely not as easy as it seems. Although he kept a calm expression on his face, he was actually very worried that Lu Jin would do something strange. After all, among the ten bosses, Lu Jin had the closest relationship with the old Taoist priest.

"Oh, nothing." Lu Jin said with a hint of meaning, "I just wanted to think about this when I got back. You all gave the old Heavenly Master so many 'good' suggestions for this event, but what did I, Lu Jin, do? I feel uneasy if I don't do something for this event."

"Although we have summoned extraordinary people from all over the world to participate in the succession of the Heavenly Master, even if they really come, they are just giving us face. There must not be many who truly intend to inherit the Heavenly Master. Doesn't it mean that these people are not coming here for the right reason?"

"So, I called everyone here today to officially inform you that if the winner of this competition doesn't intend to become the successor to the Heavenly Master, I will pass on this 'Tongtian Lu' to him!"

After he finished speaking, in front of everyone's shocked gazes, Lu Jin's eyes shot out a blue-white light, and he raised his sword finger to draw in the air. The lines of bright light were used by him to outline a complicated talisman.

Immediately afterwards, the wind howled, shaking the mountains and forests.

The pavilion where everyone was was swept up by a violent wind tornado and shattered into pieces in an instant, turning into debris.

(End of this chapter)