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"So many mountains," Lu Wenli guessed, noticing Chang Xi's strange expression. "So many clouds?"

Look closely.

Lu Wenli had no choice but to widen his eyes again and look at the scenery in front of him. Finally, he saw the martial arts training ground on the mountain where people were coming and going. "You can see the martial arts training ground from here."

"Hmm," Chang Xi nodded, "Anything else?"

"There are so many people," he really couldn't see the others.

Chang Xi crossed his arms and gazed at the distant, verdant mountains. "There are many people, even those from the Xuanmen who display great talent on the martial arts field. But from a high vantage point, they are but a drop in the ocean. No matter how remarkable a person is, they will not remain at the top forever."

The reason I brought you here is to make you understand that our cultivation is about fighting against the heavens for a sliver of life. From the ancient times to today's technologically advanced world, countless people have died on the path of cultivation.

Snatching life from the clutches of fate is never easy, so what's shameful about failure? Just get up and keep trying.

Lu Wenli seemed to sense something and bent down to look at the martial arts training ground on the distant hilltop.

"Let's go back to your apology to me. What do you have to apologize for?" Chang Xi said seriously, "The one-armed old man has been practicing Taoism for thirty-two years. He lost an arm in the process of cultivation to achieve his current success. You, on the other hand, are a newcomer who has only been practicing Taoism for four months. You were never going to be able to beat him."

You need to understand that even within the Xuanmen (a martial arts world), very few can defeat him. For a complete novice like you to have sparred with him for so long is truly remarkable. Your ranking already far surpasses that of most people who have practiced for seven, eight, or even ten years. According to your logic, wouldn't they all be driven to suicide?

Lu Wenli seemed to understand something. "Master, are you comforting me?"

Chang Xi retorted stubbornly, "You're overthinking it. I just hope you understand yourself clearly. The day I accepted you as my disciple, I said you have talent. Don't underestimate yourself, and don't be arrogant."

The path of spiritual practice is still long.

Suddenly it dawned on me. I used to think other people's opinions were very important to me, but now that I think about it, we're all just ordinary people in this world. Who cares what kind of person I am? I'm not living for others.

[I never imagined His Majesty would actually possess a touch of celestial being-like qualities.]

【What do you mean? Our Emperor is a cultivator, so what if he has the appearance of an immortal?】

[The funny girl suddenly becomes serious; it's a bit disorienting. Quickly switch back!]

Chang Xi broke down in an instant, rubbing his exposed arms. "My goodness, why is it so cold at the highest point of Wudang? Let's go, let's go!"

Before Lu Wenli could even express his emotions, she broke the atmosphere.

Chang Xi returned to the competition venue first.

Where is Lu Wenli?

"Go back and change your clothes," Chang Xi said as soon as she sat down, noticing that the scene on the field was quite exciting.

Shen Kongming of Pudu Temple stood on the field, holding his prayer beads, motionless, while his opponent opposite him was growing impatient.

"Hey, are you asleep? Are you still going to fight or not?" the opponent said coldly.

"Please be patient, benefactor. This humble monk has not yet finished his morning chanting. I will begin after I finish reciting the Diamond Sutra in my mind," Shen Kongming said, closing his eyes and rapidly turning his prayer beads, his lips moving silently as he chanted Buddhist mantras.

Feeling humiliated, the opponent flew into a rage and swung a pair of heavy hammers at his head.

"Splitting a watermelon with a hammer," Chang Xi murmured, leaning over to look.

The hammer stopped an inch above Shen Kongming's head, unable to go any lower.

The opponent was frozen in mid-air, unable to advance or retreat, until Shen Kongming finished reciting the sutra and spoke softly, "A dragon and elephant of Buddhism."

The opponent's hand was able to move again, but he flew out along with the hammer, crashed into the wall, and fell down.

A golden dragon and a golden elephant rose up from behind Shen Kongming, as if the left and right guardians were letting out a cry, the sound so loud it could pierce the clouds.

I knew Shen Kongming was a master!

[That Buddha's appearance is kind of handsome.]

[That wicked monk, he truly is a wicked monk who has disturbed my mind!]

"This Liaowu of Pudu Temple is quite interesting!"

"This is a Buddhist symbol."

Some people in the crowd were talking, "At such a young age, to be able to summon Buddhist images is a genius. No wonder Pudu Temple has been keeping him hidden all this time."

Chang Xi also found it interesting. He had thought Shen Kongming was just an unorthodox monk, but he hadn't expected him to be so capable.

The opponent couldn't even get up and had no choice but to admit defeat.

"I'm back, time to sleep?" Lu Wenli changed into clean clothes and was fully recharged.

The next match is between Huo Dongjun and a thin, old woman in white.

The old woman didn't rush to attack. Instead, she held the copper bell in one hand, shook it, and rang it, "Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits, I beseech all the immortals, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, and deities to come quickly, come quickly, White Immortal, please quickly possess my body."

When the old woman looked up again, her cloudy eyes turned pitch black, and countless sharp spikes appeared on her body.

Chang Xi stood up and moved closer to the railing. "Bai Xian."

"Master, what is a White Immortal?" Lu Wenli didn't know.

"The Hedgehog Immortal is a deity worshipped by shamans in Northeast China. They worship animals that have cultivated themselves into immortals. When necessary, they can invite the Five Great Immortals to possess them. The White Immortal is one of them," Chang Xi explained simply.

Yan Feishuang also became interested, "Judging from this, this Bai Xian is quite something. I wonder if your Mr. Huo can handle her."

"It should be, huh?" Chang Xi tilted her head. "How did it become mine?"

Yan Feishuang looked knowing but didn't reply.

Aside from the few Zhou Yu phrases that Chang Xi had given him as part of his crash course training, Huo Dongjun couldn't think of any other moves. Fortunately, he possessed profound spiritual power, making him suitable for prolonged battles, while the old woman's possession of a deity couldn't be maintained for long.

It boils down to one word: procrastination.

The old woman's attacks became increasingly rapid because she was nearing the point of invoking a spirit's possession. If she didn't quickly deal with Huo Dongjun, she would undoubtedly be defeated.

Huo Dongjun bent down to dodge the oncoming spikes, and punched the old woman in the abdomen with his right fist.

Since it's a hedgehog fairy possessing her, wouldn't the abdomen also be a weak point?

As it turns out, Huo Dongjun was right.

That punch directly shattered the power that Bai Xian had gathered, causing it to recede from the old woman's body and disappear.

"Huo Dongjun wins!"

"Thank you for your kindness," Huo Dongjun said, stepping forward to help the old woman up.

The old woman waved her hand, indicating that she was fine. "The younger generation is truly formidable."

Yan Feishuang's opponent was a foreign girl who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old. She had a small scar on her brow bone and her clothes were slouched on her body, making her look like a delinquent girl wandering the streets.

She took out a tissue, spat the chewing gum into it, wrapped it up, and put it in her pocket.

She's still a civilized young delinquent.

The young delinquent girl raised her hand, and a crystal-clear purple ball floated in her palm as she chanted a spell that Yan Feishuang couldn't understand.

Yan Feishuang swung out her weapon, the nine-section whip. The seemingly delicate weapon carried a deadly force with every attack, dazzling the onlookers.