One person: I am Li Buren, I cannot bear to do anything!

Good morning, Master.

Good morning, Little Ruthless.

Li Buren, carrying a bag of steamed buns and with a bottle of chilled soy milk in his mouth, greeted the old master.

"What happened to your face? Why are there so many bruises?"

Looking at the battle-worn old master, Li couldn't help but suppress a laugh as he asked a question.

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. It's just that I've always intended to create my own cultivation method, but I had a mishap while circulating my qi last night, which is why it turned out like this."

Li Buren nodded, looking as if to say, "I see."

But then, he immediately put on a studious and eager-to-learn demeanor.

"But did you really have to get your eyes all bruised? Is this some kind of lost Qi circulation technique?!"

The old master's smile remained unchanged.

"Hehe, you're too kind. I am a few years older than you, and with a hundred years of cultivation, there must be some profound things that you cannot understand."

Li couldn't help but agree and expressed his understanding.

Then he immediately turned to Lu Jin, who was standing to the side.

"Good morning, Mr. Lu. May I ask if this large bump on your head is also caused by a problem with your Qi circulation?"

Lu Jin was furious and glared at Zhang Zhiwei beside him.

"If I hadn't chased after that old bastard last night, how could I have run into that little girl who was under the spell of the Blinding Incense!"

"That little girl really went all out! I wonder how Wang Ye is doing now..."

At this moment, the Taoist priest in charge of hosting the competition also arrived at the scene.

The venue was practically overflowing with people today.

On the one hand, they have already entered the top eight, and all the players who can make a move are top-notch experts.

One reason is that both sides are quite popular.

Wang Ye vs Zhang Chulan

"Where is Wang Ye? Where is Wang Ye?"

"If you do not arrive at the competition venue within the stipulated time, you will be automatically disqualified. Please, Wang Ye..."

Before he could finish speaking...

"I'm here, haha, I'm here! Luckily I'm not late, I'm here..."

The door on one side was pushed open, and Wang Ye, looking disheveled, walked in.

He was also panting heavily, as if he had just finished running a marathon.

Zhang Chulan stared in astonishment at Wang Ye opposite him.

"Sister Bao'er... how did you torture her like this..."

Just as the referee was about to announce the start of the match, another figure rushed into the arena.

Moreover, the person who came was carrying a huge iron shovel.

"ha!"

Unlike Wang Ye's panting, Feng Baobao's shout was full of energy as she struck at Wang Ye.

"The blinding incense is gone!"

With a clumsy roll to dodge, Wang Ye narrowly managed to remove the blinding incense.

After removing the blinding incense, Feng Baobao finally saw Wang Ye in front of her.

And...the entire audience and that broken shovel...

Realizing what had happened, Feng Baobao immediately ran back, bouncing along.

Halfway through the race, Feng Baobao suddenly changed direction and ran back towards the field.

Wang Ye: "?!"

Feng Baobao picked up the broken shovel from the ground and ran back home, panting heavily.

Everyone: "..."

The referee on the stage was also stunned, and then asked Wang Ye what exactly happened and whether he wanted to uphold justice.

Wang Ye waved his hand, glancing casually across the stage. When he saw Li Buren carrying steamed buns and soy milk, a hint of resentment appeared in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Li Buren was busy exchanging ideas and experiences with Feng Baobao.

"Little Taoist priest, let me tell you, I've analyzed why my plan failed this time."

"Next time I take action, I'll definitely optimize my workflow. I must block the opponent's energy flow path before I make a move..."

Li Buren expressed his deep agreement and began to give Feng Baobao detailed instructions on various aspects.

"If you improve the workflow as I suggested, you'll definitely be able to successfully bury my junior colleague next time."

"I've learned something, I think I've learned it."

Back in the arena, unexpectedly, Wang didn't fight Zhang Chulan. Instead, he ordered two servings of steamed buns and pickled vegetables and started eating.

Zhang Chulan hesitated before picking up the steamed bun in front of him, and under Wang Ye's "coercion," he began to eat it.

Wang didn't waste any words and went straight to the point, stating his purpose.

"I came to the Luotian Grand Ritual to do the Old Celestial Master a favor."

As he spoke, his gaze met Zhang Chulan's.

Many things don't need to be said. Zhang Chulan is a thoughtful person, and he understood Wang Ye's meaning at a glance.

"Secondly, do you know anything about divination?"

Wang Ye took a bite of the steamed bun, swallowed it along with some pickled vegetables.

"I had a senior brother who taught me this principle."

The past cannot be undone, but the future can be changed.

"Even the most powerful sorcerer cannot predict the past, and even the future can only be predicted in a few possibilities."

"That's how divination works."

"Before I came, I had your fortune told."

Zhang Chulan pointed to himself.

"Should I pay for it?"

"You win."

Wang continued speaking.

"Some people try their best to change the world, but the world will not change because of them."

"But some people can turn the world upside down with just a single thought."

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Chulan.

"Guess which one you are?"

Zhang Chulan remained silent.

Wang Ye then looked at Li Buren in the stands.

"My senior brother and I are the same. No matter how bad the world is, I can protect myself and my family and keep ourselves safe."

"I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess, but I came anyway."

"If I had to explain it, perhaps it's just fate."

Wang Ye tossed the last small piece of steamed bun into his mouth, patted his bottom, and stood up.

"I'm here to give you a choice."

"An opportunity to give up the pursuit of truth and gain peace."

"If you give up the pursuit of the truth, you will find the peace you desire most; but if you don't give up..."

Wang Ye didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already clear.

There was only one steamed bun left on the plate in front of him; this was the last choice he left for Zhang Chulan.

Do we want peace, or the truth?

Zhang Chulan remained silent for a long time, then suddenly grabbed a steamed bun from the plate and began to wolf it down.

He ate voraciously, as if he were taking out his anger, which had been suppressed for more than a decade, on these steamed buns.

After Zhang Chulan finished eating, Wang Ye kicked him to the ground.

He then gracefully conceded defeat, gestured to Li Buren on the stage, and calmly left.

"This is my choice, even though it's not perfect."

"But this is indeed a choice that I, as king, would make."

Li couldn't bear to swallow the last bite of the oily bun with soy milk, muttering to himself.

"As expected of Xiao Wangye, whether he had no choice or his heart was with the world, he still came here and made the choice he had to make."

Li Buren knew that Wang Ye would make the same choice regardless of whether he appeared or not.

Because Wang was a man who was both carefree and composed, yet also deeply committed to his responsibilities.

"What a pity, your senior brother here doesn't care about the world that much."

Li Buren put his arms behind his back and rested his head on them, leisurely going outside to find Wang Ye.

"I just want to protect my little corner of the world and, incidentally, see the heroes of the world."

His gaze casually swept across the stands before finally settling on the old master.

"Maybe I can even play around with it as a top-tier player..."