Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 201 A dragon trapped in shallow waters is not because its scales are soft; a tiger fallen to the plains is not because its claws are dull.

Tian Buyi's words drew suspicious glances from the heads of the various sects.

It is speculated that Dao Xuan Zhenren, as the head of Qingyun Sect, might have sent a piece of unpolished jade covered in dust to Tian Buyi's sect because he saw that the Dazhu Peak lineage had been without a successor for hundreds of years.

Dao Xuan Zhenren was naturally aware of the strange looks around him, but he was indeed unable to speak out. If he had really discovered something, how could he have given a peerless genius comparable to the resurrected Qingye Ancestor to the increasingly weak Dazhu Peak?

Everyone knows that Tian Buyi is someone who is completely incapable of teaching. Entrusting such a genius to him would be like casting pearls before swine.

The leaders of all the sects couldn't help but think that if they had taken the young man in yellow into their sect, he would have broken through to the Upper Clarity Realm long ago, far beyond the ninth level of the Jade Purity Realm.

The next day.

In the vast Yunhai Square, there was only one arena, and everyone stared intently at the two people on the platform.

Qi Hao gave a wry smile:
“Junior Brother Zhang, during the Seven Peaks Martial Arts Tournament, I realized that what I said at Dazhu Peak before was more or less boastful and arrogant.”

"Jingyu's talent truly deserves the title of prodigy," the young man in yellow said with a smile.

"As for me, I suppose I am destined by fate. As the saying goes, when the time is right, heaven and earth lend their strength, but when fortune turns, even heroes are powerless."

His tone was leisurely:
"Luck is the dragon's backbone, and diligence is the fish's scales. Without luck, diligence will only lead to a lifetime of hard work and never the chance to leap over the dragon gate. However, when luck comes, even mediocre people can rise with the wind, while geniuses will only become stepping stones if luck does not arrive."

"In my opinion, the idea that diligence can change one's fate is the cruelest lie in the world."

"And I am probably just an ordinary person who was fortunate enough to rise above the rest of the world and achieve what many people can hardly imagine."

"Junior Brother Zhang is belittling himself too much, and he's being far too dejected," Qi Hao said firmly.
"I believe that hard work pays off, and those who persevere will not be let down by Heaven!"

"Brother Qi, in the eyes of God, there is no difference between being diligent and a donkey pulling a millstone. The most dangerous thing in the world is self-deception, because diligence is the braying of a donkey and luck is the roar of a tiger. You can listen to the braying of a donkey for thirty years, but it is not as good as listening to the roar of a tiger for three breaths."

The young man in the yellow shirt shook his head and said meaningfully:
"What you think is a desperate struggle is nothing more than being a prisoner of fate. Thirty years of hard study in the secular world is not as good as a dream of immortals. This is because if the time is not right, the alchemy furnace will explode. If the opportunity comes, even a stubborn stone can become a spirit."

"It is said that an old monk in the deep mountains sweeps fallen leaves until his robe is torn, but he still does not see the Buddha. A butcher in the marketplace, on the other hand, attains enlightenment by chance, lays down his butcher's knife, and becomes a Buddha on the spot."

"Therefore, your tireless practice late at night is like driving a dragon-trapping nail into your destiny chart; your perseverance, which exhausts your energy, is like planting thorns in your dantian."

"Brother Wang Qi, do not take hardship as a shortcut. You must wait for the east wind to set sail."

He paused and smiled:
"Let me give you another piece of advice, Senior Brother Qi: ants trying to move Mount Tai will only end up in vain, while cranes riding the clouds will naturally succeed. Don't force things when the time is not right. When the heavenly secrets move, all things will follow."

Qi Hao summoned his immortal sword, forged from millennia-old ice crystals of the Arctic, and said:
"Words are useless. Let's see the results with our hands. I will definitely show Junior Brother Zhang that my nearly 100 years of hard work is not in vain."

The boy in the yellow shirt raised his hand in a gesture:

"please!"

"You don't use the Legend of Sword and Fairy?" Qi Hao asked doubtfully.

"I actually don't like using any kind of magical sword; I prefer fighting bare-handed." Zhuang Buran smiled faintly.

"Senior Brother Qi, don't hold back or hold back, attack freely."

As Qi Hao formed the hand seal, the Frost Immortal Sword in front of him emitted a bright silver-white light and shot out like an arrow.

Then came a scene that left everyone speechless: the young man in yellow robes used his flesh and blood to pinch the icy, chilling immortal sword between two fingers.

Immediately, he said softly:
"Senior Brother Qi, you still don't understand what it means to be a dragon trapped in shallow waters because its scales are soft, or a tiger fallen to the plains because its claws are dull."

As soon as he finished speaking, light refracted from within the thick sea of ​​clouds, and almost instantly, a cold wave crashed down, causing most people in the Cloud Sea Square to tremble and shiver from the cold.

The Taoist priest of the ancient pine tree sighed softly:
"What a fortunate but mediocre talent! He has actually transformed one of my four true sword techniques of Qingyun, the 'Heavenly Ice Falling to Earth True Technique,' into a fist technique that can be executed with a mere thought."

The young man in yellow lightly flicked the blade of the Frost Immortal Sword, instantly sending the opponent flying out of the plaza. He then formed a fist seal, and the pressure of the fist instantly surged forth, causing the chill in the sea of ​​clouds to condense into countless ice crystals.

"The heavens are pure cold, ice crystals stretch for thousands of miles, ice is summoned from the sky and falls to the earth."

Zhuang Buran spoke with ease:
"Senior Brother Qi, if you don't admit defeat, the ice crystals in the sea of ​​clouds will fall like a storm, revealing an indestructible and destructive power that leaves everything riddled with holes." Just now, Qi Hao's mind was one with the Frost Immortal Sword. When it was knocked away, it caused his own mind to be injured, his face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Then, facing another powerful punch, he felt breathless and could not help but say with difficulty:
"Junior Brother Zhang, is your cultivation level really only at the Jade Purity Realm?"

"I'm currently using the cultivation level of the eighth level of the Jade Purity Realm, but I have a more thorough understanding of the True Sword Technique of our sect."

The boy in the yellow shirt had a smile on his lips:

"Although I can control my attacks, Senior Brother Qi insists on taking them by force. Even if it saves your life, you'll still have to lie in bed for a while."

"Therefore, I hope Senior Brother Qi will not stop until he is covered in wounds."

Qi Hao opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally uttered three words:

"I surrender."

"good!"

As the yellow-clad youth uttered his command, the countless ice crystals vanished into nothingness, and his powerful punch also disappeared.

"Junior brother, you won!"

"Our disciples from Dazhu Peak have won the championship!"

Song Daren and the others below the stage cheered and shouted with joy. Zhuang Buran walked down from the high platform and was about to report back to Tian Buyi, who was pretending to be calm, when a beautiful figure came up to greet him.

She excitedly hugged the boy in the yellow shirt, jumping and skipping, saying repeatedly, "I knew you would win the championship in this year's Seven Veins Martial Arts Tournament!"

This scene also brought a touch of sadness to Qi Hao's eyes as he walked off the stage.

"Junior sister, be mindful of your behavior; you are a young lady after all."

After the boy in the yellow shirt finished speaking, Tian Ling'er loudly corrected him:

“Zhang Xiaofan, don’t think that just because you won the championship you can overthrow the Heavenly Gang. Once you’re my junior brother, you’ll always be my junior brother.”

Su Ru glanced at her husband and then spoke up:

"Ling'er."

Upon hearing this, Tian Ling'er first glanced at her mother, then turned her gaze to her father, and immediately understood and stepped aside.

The young man in the yellow shirt stepped forward, cupped his hands, and said:

"Master, Mistress, your disciple has not failed in his mission."

"Good good!"

Upon hearing this, Tian Buyi exclaimed in approval. He was about to pat his young apprentice on the shoulder when he suddenly realized he wasn't tall enough, so he patted his arm instead.
"Seventh brother, you must know the principle of not being arrogant in victory and not being discouraged in defeat. You must maintain your current calm and composed state of mind."

"I will follow my master's teachings."

The young man in the yellow shirt replied respectfully.

"it is good."

After exclaiming "Good!" again, Tian Buyi turned to look at the Taoist Cangsong and said:

"Senior Brother Cangsong, today our Great Bamboo Peak lineage is ultimately superior. Do not blame your disciples for being unworthy; blame me for teaching them too well, which prevented the Dragon Head Peak lineage from winning the martial arts competition."

Such a face made Daoist Cangsong's lips twitch, and the lips of the leaders of the surrounding sects also twitched. They all felt that Tian Buyi was shameless enough to take credit for everything.

Such a talent could never have been taught by a mediocre teacher like him. It's as if even a dog would be better taught by him.

(End of this chapter)