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Chapter 333 The Old Celestial Master's Melancholy
The night was as dark as ink
Deep within a secluded courtyard, a solitary lamp casts flickering shadows on the window paper, making the figure sitting inside appear both long and short.

The old master Zhang Zhiwei did not rest.

He held a thin match schedule in his hand, the edges of the paper curling slightly from repeated rubbing.

His gaze swept across the list, finally settling on two names, which he held onto for a long time.

His original intention in organizing this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was simply to give Zhang Chulan a legitimate opportunity to return to the Longhu Mountain Celestial Master's Mansion with dignity.

Who would have thought that things would develop in a way that deviated from his initial plan?

The covetousness of some of the Ten Elders for the Eight Extraordinary Skills was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples that spread outwards and eventually evolved into the current power struggle where various forces gather and engage in open and covert battles.

To increase the variables and divert more attention from Zhang Chulan, his hot-tempered old friend Lu Jin even went so far as to use the Tongtian Talisman, a supreme martial art, as bait, attracting the most outstanding young disciples from almost every sect in the world.

But the final result... was quite unexpected.

Zhang Zhiwei's fingers brushed over the three characters "Zhuge Qing".

This young man's strength has reached a level beyond reason.

Even when he was young, relying solely on his thunder magic and golden light techniques, he might not have been a match for Zhuge Qing.

The Wuhou Qimen technique was already the pinnacle of sorcerers' skills. Now, with the addition of the Wuhou deity summoned in some mysterious way, the combined power of the two is far more than just one plus one equals two.

It can be said that, in terms of magical arts, this young man named Zhuge Qing has almost reached the pinnacle of his time.

Those established masters who have long been famous and influential in the world of supernatural beings would probably not gain any advantage if they faced him.

Looking across the entire Luo Tian Grand Ceremony arena, the only one who seems capable of defeating Zhuge Qing in a head-on confrontation is that little girl whose strength even he cannot fully fathom.

His gaze slowly moved and landed on another name on the list—Feng Baobao.

Judging from the first two matches, this girl's cultivation of life force is simply beyond comprehension.

With her spirit steady and her mind as still as water, she was almost undisturbed by anything external. Xiao Xiao's "exhaling qi," which was powerful enough to shake one's soul, was like a gentle breeze brushing against a mountain in front of her.

However, her fighting style was entirely instinctive, so simple as to be almost primitive, without any sophisticated moves or complicated spells.

Can this almost beastly instinct alone withstand Zhuge Qing's Qimen formation, which is capable of calculating all the secrets of heaven and controlling all four plates?

Zhang Zhiwei's brows furrowed, and a long-forgotten sense of irritation rose in his heart.

He let out a long breath, and the air seemed to be filled with a sense of anxiety.

If... if even that little girl loses, then he might really have no choice but to personally intervene and use some underhanded tactics...

But if that's the case...

Just as his thoughts were churning, a lazy voice came from outside the door without warning. The voice was not loud, but it entered his ears with unusual clarity, as if the speaker was right next to him.

"The King of Wudang requests an audience with the Celestial Master..."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei's expression changed, and he looked in surprise toward the door.

It wasn't because of this sudden visit in the middle of the night, but because, with his cultivation level, he couldn't sense any approaching presence outside the door at all.

"come in……"

Zhang Zhiwei pondered for a moment, then remained seated, merely flicking his sleeve. A gentle yet irresistible current of air rose, silently pushing the tightly closed door open inwards.

Moonlight streamed in like quicksilver, outlining the figure standing outside the door. A young man, dressed in a loose gray Taoist robe and with messy hair as if he had just crawled out of bed, was standing outside the door.

He scratched his head, his face still looking sleepy, and stepped in, meeting the old master's deep gaze.

"Little Wang, it's so late, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Zhang Zhiwei's tone returned to its usual gentleness, as if his earlier worries were just an illusion.

"Haha, didn't I come here specifically to help you out of your troubles because I saw you looked so worried?"

Wang Ye chuckled and sat down on the futon opposite the old Celestial Master without any hesitation.

"Solve your worries and solve your problems?"

Zhang Zhiwei raised an eyebrow and looked at him with great interest.

"Aren't you worried about Zhuge Qing's matter?"

Wang Ye pointed to the list on the table and continued,
"I'm just here to say hello. Look at this battle schedule, Zhuge Qing, isn't the next round exactly my turn?"

A scrutinizing look appeared in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes.

Judging from his performance in the previous matches, Wang Ye's Tai Chi is indeed quite good. His strength is smooth and his foundation is solid, making him stand out among the younger generation.

But it's only at a "good" level.

This skill alone is far from enough to counter Zhuge Qing's unpredictable and divine martial arts techniques...

"Are you sure?"

"Well... I guess so..."

Wang Ye's gaze flickered, as if he was organizing his thoughts. He scratched the back of his head and smiled somewhat sheepishly.
"A senior colleague just happened to be passing by and casually... helped me level up..."

"Upgrade?" Zhang Zhiwei pondered this novel term uttered by the young man, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Alright, I won't ask any more questions... But since you're confident..."

"How about I, the old man, try it myself?"

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head, then stood up and said.

As they spoke, an invisible pressure instantly filled the room, and the air seemed to thicken.
"Um...this..."

"Alright then..."

Wang Ye scratched his head, looking somewhat helpless, but his eyes revealed a deep understanding.

His purpose in coming here was to stop the old master from personally intervening.

According to his speculation, once the Celestial Master really takes action against Zhuge Qing, the subsequent chain reaction will irrevocably lead to a disastrous outcome.

To dispel the idea of ​​this peerless master, demonstrating strength sufficient to contend with Zhuge Qing is the only way, and the only shortcut.

With this in mind, Wang Ye took a deep breath and no longer held back.

He stood up from the prayer mat, and his entire demeanor changed abruptly.

That languid feeling seemed to recede like a receding tide, replaced by a mysterious sense of being perfectly integrated with the surrounding space.

He stood there, yet seemed not to belong there, as if he himself were an independent, self-contained little world.

Feng Hou Qi Men, unfold!

He made no extra movements, simply and seemingly casually pushed out a palm towards the direction of the old master.

However, this palm strike did not generate any strong wind, nor did his figure move an inch.

But in the next instant, a fierce and unparalleled palm wind appeared out of thin air behind Zhang Zhiwei, crossing the physical space of several meters between the two and striking his vital point in the back!

However, that powerful blow, capable of splitting stone and shattering monuments, missed its mark.

The moment the palm strike reached his body, Zhang Zhiwei's figure vanished like wisps of smoke scattered by the wind, leaving only a faint afterimage that was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

So fast? !
Wang Ye was shocked and immediately stopped his move. The thought had barely formed when he subconsciously adopted a defensive stance, like that of Tai Chi.

But while his thoughts were quick, the other party's actions were even faster.

A tremendous force suddenly struck him from his left side. It didn't feel like being hit by a palm, but more like being slammed into his ribs by a speeding mountain.

He was sent flying out of control, crashing through the wooden window with a loud bang and landing in the courtyard outside.

Amidst the flying wood chips, Wang Ye had barely touched the ground when he immediately released his weight and steadied himself. Before he could even catch his breath, a leisurely voice sounded behind him, accompanied by a terrifying gust of wind that sent chills down his spine.

"What's the rush? If you're going to make a fuss, come out into the yard!"

Zhang Zhiwei had somehow appeared behind him, hands behind his back, and casually slapped him across the face.

The movement seemed slow and leisurely, like an elder disciplining a naughty junior, but it blocked all of Wang Ye's escape routes.

Wherever the palm strikes, the air becomes as thick as amber, and the space seems to be completely locked, leaving no way to avoid it or retreat.

Phew~ There’s nothing I can do…

Wang Ye sighed inwardly. Faced with this irresistible attack, which was like the might of heaven, he closed his eyes slightly and gave up all unnecessary struggle.

The next moment, his entire figure abruptly vanished from the spot.

"Oh?"

Zhang Zhiwei let out a soft exclamation. He clearly felt his palm pass directly through Wang Ye's body without any obstruction, as if it had passed through a wisp of air.

That wasn't an afterimage produced by extreme speed; it was more like Wang Ye, at the very moment his attack arrived, completely "jumped" out of this space, from this point in time.

With his palm strike missing its mark, Zhang Zhiwei withdrew his hand and stood up, looking ahead with great interest.

A few meters away, Wang Ye's figure, like a reflection in water, solidified again from nothingness. He brushed off non-existent dust from his body, a wry smile on his face, and said:

"Old Celestial Master, I wonder if my meager skills are worthy of your approval?"

"Heh~ I see. It seems you have more than just Yunlong as your teacher..."

The surprise on Zhang Zhiwei's face slowly turned into a knowing smile. He stroked his long beard and nodded in satisfaction.

The sorcerer's methods, the Wudang masters, plus this mysterious ability that transcends the three realms and is outside the five elements...

No doubt about it, it really is that long-lost Eight Extraordinary Skills.

Upon hearing this, Wang Ye simply smiled.

It seems I've passed the test with the old master.

Next up is the competition at the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, where he will face off against that descendant of Zhuge Liang...

(End of this chapter)