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Chapter 330 The True Meaning After the Wind

Upon hearing the old Taoist's question, Wang straightened up, shedding his usual slouch.

The Taoist robe, the familiarity with Feng Hou Qi Men... the answer is almost unique.

"Could it be... that you are... Senior Zhou Sheng?"

He asked the question with extreme caution, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

The old man on the bluestone, Zhou Sheng, curled his lips into a smile that seemed both mocking and approving, and uttered a short syllable from his nose:

"Hmph, not too stupid."

This assessment, though not high, is tantamount to the most direct admission.

Wang Ye's heart skipped a beat, as if it were about to burst out of his chest.

"What do you think of Zhuge Qing's methods?"

However, Zhou Sheng did not give Wang Ye much time to be shocked, but instead went straight to the point and asked.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye immediately conjured up the towering, majestic image of the Marquis of Wu, as well as the four plates that seemed to reverse the cycle and reconstruct the world.

He pondered for a moment, organizing his thoughts and transforming the shock into a rational analysis.

"Incredible."

"The primordial Qi was originally chaos, but it was given different attributes and meanings by people's thoughts and cognition."

The underlying logic of all the magical arts on this land is inseparable from the rules of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements.

In the centuries of legends and popular stories, Zhuge Liang's image has long been firmly associated with concepts such as "wisdom bordering on the supernatural" and "the master of Qimen Dunjia".

It is precisely because of this that Zhuge Qing, by borrowing the power of the Marquis of Wu's spirit, was able to directly and forcefully manipulate and calculate the four panels of Qimen Dunjia with his immense will. This... is to perform the act of creating heaven and earth with the thoughts of all living beings.

Wang Ye shook his head and replied.

Although Wudang follows the path of combining Taoism and martial arts, it is still a Taoist sect after all, and therefore has some knowledge of these things.

After all, drawing talismans to invoke the gods is the skill that Taoist priests use to make a living...

Zhou Sheng listened quietly, and a hint of appreciation finally appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"Being able to see this floor shows you have some eyesight."

He nodded, then threw out an even more fatal question.
"Do you have a solution?"

Silence fell once again in the bamboo grove.

Wang Ye's expression instantly turned serious.

What are the solutions?

His mind raced, countless variations of divination techniques flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

Although the Feng Hou Qi Men he mastered could dominate a situation, the scope of that "situation" was determined by his own cultivation level.

He was a person. But what Zhuge Qing relied on was the faith in the "Marquis Wu" in the hearts of countless people for thousands of years.

How can one person fight against the desires of all living beings?

This is tantamount to a mantis trying to stop a chariot, or an ant trying to shake a tree.

Wait...that's not right!
A sudden thought flashed through Wang Ye's mind, and he suddenly remembered what Zhou Sheng had said to him on the high platform of the competition: "You have not grasped the true meaning of Feng Hou Qi Men at all."

If it were merely a matter of overwhelming power, if Feng Hou Qi Men truly had no chance against such a divine summoning technique, why would Senior Zhou Sheng have shown himself, and why would he have asked such a pointless question?
He must be hinting at something!
Thinking about this, Wang Ye began to reflect on his application of Feng Hou Qi Men.

Since mastering this unique skill, all he could think about was how to expand the scope of the Qimen Formation and how to bring more innate Qi under his control.

This is the sorcerer's instinct, the way of "seeking externally".

However, Feng Hou Qi Men has an additional dimension of "time" compared to ordinary Qi Men.

Time and space are intertwined, and the amount of computation increases exponentially.

Therefore, even with all his efforts, he could only barely expand the area of ​​the game to a few hundred meters.

Human strength has its limits; this is an ironclad rule.

It was precisely because he saw this limit that when he witnessed Zhuge Qing's divine skill of using infinite mental power to turn the four plates, he subconsciously felt that he had no chance of winning.

Because on the path of "seeking externally," the other party has already reached a point beyond his reach... If seeking externally doesn't work...

Wang Ye's breath hitched suddenly as a revolutionary idea, like a thunderclap, exploded in his heart.

Could it be... that it's turning inward?

The strange gate of the wind, the chaotic clapper... disrupts the flow of time.

What if this force acts on itself instead of on the outside world?

What if this "system" doesn't cover an entire area, but instead... only covers itself?
The changes of the heavens will transform me into a king... Is that what it means?

……

On the other side, in another secluded place on Longhu Mountain...
Zhuge Qing pushed open the door and went inside.

In the courtyard, a lean and wiry young man with a cold aura had been waiting for a long time; it was Leng Feng.

"Sir, everything is arranged."

Leng Feng didn't waste any words; his voice was very low.

"Our people are already in position at key locations around the venue. We've also been notified by NaDuTong that they're ready to cooperate with us at any time. We're just waiting for our target to fall into the trap so we can catch them in the act."

"Understood. Act according to the situation."

Zhuge Qing nodded, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

He gave an order, then turned and left the courtyard without lingering any longer.

When Zhuge Qing returned to the bustling venue, all thirty-two matches of the first round of preliminary competition had already concluded.

The list of the 32 finalists is displayed on the giant screen in the center of the arena.

After a short break, the second round of the draw officially began.

A Taoist priest from the Celestial Master's Mansion held a bamboo tube, shook it in front of everyone, and began to draw wooden sticks one by one, loudly announcing the list of opponents.

"Group A, White Tiger, Zhang Lingyu, yes, Lu family, Lu Linglong!"

"Group Yi Xuanwu, Feng Xingtong, yes, Hong Bin!"

……

As each name was read out, it drew gasps and murmurs from the audience.

Those who have advanced to this round are all top players among the younger generation, and every match is full of highlights.

But after watching the epic battle between Zhuge Qing and Deng Youfu, watching these other shows seems a bit boring.

until……

"Geng Qinglong Group..."

The Taoist priest paused, then raised his voice to ensure everyone could hear him clearly, "The Wuhou School, Zhuge Qing, yes..."

"The Wang family, Wang Bing!"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent for a moment, then shook their heads with a sense of helplessness.

Although the Wang family is one of the four major families, they are not skilled in combat, so the outcome of this battle is probably a foregone conclusion.

"Oh? Is it about summoning spirits and commanding generals?"

Upon hearing his opponent's name, Zhuge Qing became interested.

If I remember correctly, this young man from the Wang family also possesses one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills...

On the other side of the qualifying contestants' rest area, Wang heard the result.

He was taken aback at first, then a smile appeared on his face.

This is truly... a stroke of luck!
Unexpectedly, the opportunity was delivered right to my doorstep.

“Zhuge Qing…your ‘spirit’…is mine now.”

(End of this chapter)