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Wang Ye strolled forward, his gaze casually sweeping over his surroundings, seemingly nonchalant, but secretly searching for Zhang Chulan's figure.

At the same time, Zhuge Qing walked up the mountain with elegant steps, his posture upright and his temperament refined.

A slight commotion arose around them, and several female supernatural beings whispered amongst themselves, their eyes filled with obvious admiration.

"Isn't that our older brother?"

"He is not only highly skilled, but also a talented man, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

Wow! My brother is so handsome!

Zhuge Qing seemed oblivious to the gazes around him, walking straight ahead, but the slight twitching at the corner of his mouth betrayed his inner turmoil.

Subsequently, members of the World Society also arrived at the scene.

Feng Shayan, accompanied by her younger brother Feng Xingtong, came to the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony on behalf of their father, Feng Zhenghao. Since being enlightened by Yang Yi a month ago, Feng Shayan felt that her spatial abilities had undergone a qualitative leap.

She can perceive spatial fluctuations more accurately, and can even distort spatial structures within a certain range.

"If Yang Yi hadn't participated, I might have even tried to compete for the championship."

Feng Shayan thought to herself, her eyes gleaming with confidence.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out in the crowd.

The screams of the female supernatural beings and the exclamations of the male supernatural beings rose and fell.

Who is that?

"Wow, so handsome!"

"I love that aura!"

The crowd automatically parted to make way for a passage.

Zhang Chulan strode in with steady steps, each step seeming to touch the hearts of those around him. His unique aura made people involuntarily hold their breath.

In today's society, there are many handsome people, and in the world of superhumans, there are even more physically strong people.

But someone like the person before them, who perfectly blends wildness and elegance, exuding an aura as if standing at the top of the food chain, is someone they have never seen before.

His dark eyes seemed to flash with electricity as he strolled along with his hands in his pockets, exuding an indescribable aura.

A group of young female supernatural beings immediately surrounded them.

"Hey handsome, can I add you on WeChat?"

"Which sect are you from? I've never seen you before."

"Handsome guy, can I take a picture with you?"

Zhang Chulan smiled faintly, "Sorry, I don't have a cell phone!"

His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it conveyed a sense of detachment, as if he were on a different level from everyone else present.

However, this attitude did not deter the girls; instead, it fueled their even more fervent pursuit. They had already conjured up legendary tales of this mysterious man in their minds.

Wow! So aloof! I love it!

"He's so pitiful, I want to protect him, I want to hold him in my arms!"

Zhang Chulan shook his head slightly upon hearing these discussions and continued walking past the crowd.

He's no longer the college student who dreamed of finding a partner and had never been in a relationship. Now, he has higher aspirations.

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye stared at Zhang Chulan's figure, sensing the powerful aura emanating from him.

"Is that Zhang Chulan?" Zhuge Qing narrowed his eyes, his voice filled with obvious surprise.

Wang Ye nodded solemnly.

Because of their enhanced perception, they could even sense the violent energy brewing within Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan did not deliberately restrain that power, allowing it to surge freely within his body.

"The power fluctuations within this kid are very unusual; it seems like he could explode at any moment," Wang Ye said in a low voice.

"According to the information, he wasn't very strong a month ago, but now he has changed so much." Zhuge Qing frowned.

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing seriousness in each other's eyes. They recognized Zhang Chulan as such, but how could he have undergone such a dramatic change in just one month?

Just as the two were pondering, a subtle fluctuation suddenly occurred in the air.

A figure slowly emerged from the shade of a tree beside the mountain path.

At first, everyone could only see a blurry outline, but some mysterious force drew everyone's attention, and all the extraordinary experts turned their gazes toward it.

It's as if there's some kind of invisible magnetic field that everyone finds irresistible.

As the figure stepped into the sunlight, a soft golden light emerged from his body, like an immortal stepping out of mythology.

Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes and recognized the person as Yang Yi.

Strangely, he saw in Yang Yi a kind of benevolent aura, like that of a loving father who embraces everything. The feeling was so real, as if Yang Yi were his long-lost father, filling him with an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Zhuge Qing looked in Yang Yi's direction, but his gaze froze.

What he saw was not an ordinary young man, but a peerless sage who held a feather fan, wore a brocade robe, and whose words and actions could reduce enemy ships to ashes.

This figure perfectly embodies the image of his ancestor, Zhuge Liang, in his mind.

Wang Ye's eyes became ethereal.

He saw in Yang Yi a transcendent seeker of the Tao, a figure serene and inactive, detached from worldly affairs, yet compassionate towards humanity and dedicated to saving all living beings.

The two seemingly contradictory behaviors were perfectly integrated in Yang Yi, giving Wang Ye an unprecedented sense of clarity.

Feng Shayan stared at Yang Yi in shock. From her perspective, countless tiny spatial fragments appeared around Yang Yi, forming a magnificent picture.

The fragments shimmered with countless galaxies and dimensions, surpassing all her understanding of spatial abilities, which thrilled her.

Feng Baobao blinked her big eyes and saw that Yang Yi was holding a huge golden fried chicken leg, glistening with oil and smelling delicious.

Her stomach rumbled because she hadn't eaten anything since morning.

In that instant, everyone who looked at Yang Yi saw in him the things or people they most wanted to see at that moment.

He was like a mirror, reflecting the deepest desires in everyone's heart.

Everyone was immersed in their own illusions, unable to extricate themselves.

Then, a flash of sunlight appeared, and everyone blinked in unison. When they looked again, they found that there was only an ordinary young man in front of them, and the strange phenomenon from before had disappeared.

The shock of that moment still lingered in their hearts, making it impossible for them to recover immediately.

Everyone froze in place, except for Feng Baobao, who walked straight forward.

"Hello."

Yang Yi smiled slightly, waved his hand, and a huge bag appeared in his hand, which he handed to Feng Baobao.

"I knew you hadn't eaten breakfast, so I brought you some food."

Feng Baobao took the bag, opened it, and found a golden, crispy chicken leg inside. Her eyes lit up, and she took it without hesitation, taking a big bite.

"It's so comfortable, it couldn't be more wonderful!" She had never eaten such delicious chicken legs.

Feng Baobao didn't know how to describe the deliciousness of this chicken leg. She just felt that it was the best chicken leg she had ever eaten!

Zhang Chulan then came to his senses and quickly stepped forward.

"Brother Yi! You're here for the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony too?"

Yang Yi did not answer directly, but smiled faintly and glanced at the crowd around him.

Wherever that gaze fell, everyone felt as if their innermost secrets had been seen through, and they involuntarily lowered their heads.

Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye finally came to their senses, exchanged a glance, and both saw shock in each other's eyes.

They couldn't see through the aura emanating from this young man at all.

"Is this the legendary Yang Yi who defeated the Four Madmen?" Zhuge Qing asked in a low voice.

Wang Ye nodded, his eyes serious.

"It seems this year's Luotian Grand Ceremony won't be easy."

On Longhu Mountain, clouds and mist swirl around, seemingly adding to the festive atmosphere of the upcoming event.

The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, a grand event in the world of extraordinary beings, is about to begin.

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At the summit of Longhu Mountain, all sounds suddenly ceased.

Sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, illuminating the bluestone plaza. From the depths of the Taoist temple, a figure emerged slowly. The man had a white beard that reached his chest, and wore a simple blue robe; he was none other than Zhang Zhiwei, the contemporary Celestial Master of Longhu Mountain.

He didn't unleash his power, yet the clamor in the arena receded like a tide. The air seemed to freeze, suffocating everyone. Countless gazes converged, ultimately transforming into reverence.

The old Celestial Master walked to the center of the high platform, his aged but clear eyes sweeping over the crowd, looking at the energetic younger generation below the platform, and couldn't help but show a gratified smile.

"We apologize for any shortcomings in our hospitality as you have come from afar to this remote mountain place."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word reached the ears of everyone present with crystal clarity. The last whisper in the room vanished.

"This year's Luotian Grand Ceremony is a grand event for Longhu Mountain to select the next Celestial Master, and it is also a good opportunity for you fellow practitioners to learn from each other."

"Fists and kicks have no eyes. I hope you young friends will remember to stop when you've made a move. Do not let your tempers hurt the harmony among your fellow practitioners."

He spoke at a measured pace, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. When his eyes landed on Zhang Chulan, he paused slightly.

Zhang Chulan felt a gentle thought brush past him, as if an elder had pressed down on his restless shoulders. He was startled and couldn't help but raise his head to meet the old master's eyes.

Immediately, the old master's gaze shifted to Yang Yi, who stood beside Zhang Chulan with an indifferent expression. This time, even those around him noticed that his gaze lingered for a few more moments.

The old celestial master's brows twitched slightly. His gaze pierced through layers of mist, trying to see Yang Yi's true nature, but he only sensed a chaotic void, as if the other's existence itself was separated by an insurmountable barrier.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old master's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"The time has come; the drawing of lots shall begin."

Several Taoist priests carried the divination stick container. The old celestial master stirred it with his hand, the bamboo sticks clinking together crisply. Unbeknownst to anyone, the instant his fingertips touched the bamboo sticks, wisps of qi, like serpentine snakes, moved about, precisely adjusting the positions of certain sticks.

After a moment, the old Celestial Master withdrew his hand. A Taoist priest stepped forward to draw lots, loudly proclaiming:

"First group, Zhang Chulan!"