I'm already a Great Luo Golden Immortal, how come you're only Martial Saints?

Ning Chen did not answer directly, but simply said calmly.

"Teacher Luo, anything is possible... All we can do is try our best to improve ourselves."

Luo nodded. Indeed, instead of just admiring the fish in the deep, it's better to retreat and weave a net. By passing the third level, they can return to the first level of the Journey to the West Divine Realm and cultivate for another year.

After a year of cultivation in the Zhengyi Sect, this innate grandmaster should be able to enter the realm of martial sainthood through martial arts!

Luo patted Ning Chen on the shoulder.

"Get some rest and return to the Journey to the West Wonderland as soon as possible."

Ning Chen then changed the subject.

"Teacher Luo, you are very knowledgeable in the world of martial arts. Have you ever heard of the Shaolin Temple's internal energy manual called the Nine Yang Manual?"

Luo Zhantian was taken aback, thought carefully for a moment, and finally shook his head.

"No, as the abbot of Shaolin, I am quite knowledgeable. Among the internal energy cultivation methods I know, there is the Yi Jin Jing and the Xi Sui Jing. Wudang has the Chun Yang Wu Ji Gong, and Huashan has the Zi Xia Shen Gong. As for the Jiu Yang Zhen Jing, I have never heard of it."

A look of understanding flashed in Ning Chen's eyes; just as he suspected.

On his journey to the third level of the Journey to the West's Divine Realm, he encountered the Monkey King from five hundred years in the future.

He knew that although Monkey King was strong, he was still a little short of escaping his destiny, which might be the difference between an immortal and a quasi-saint.

It's not that Monkey King didn't work hard; it's just that the right opportunity hadn't arrived yet, and you can't force it.

Ning Chen had seen the improvement in those monkey soldiers.

The monkeys of Flower Fruit Mountain are originally a type of spirit monkey. With the blessing of the Yi Jin Jing and the Golden Bell Cover, and with their lifespan crossed out of the Book of Life and Death by their senior brother Sun Wukong, they have unlimited lifespan.

After five hundred years of arduous cultivation, even celestial soldiers and generals dared not easily risk their lives...

The battle formation of 100,000 demon monkeys could withstand the Heavenly Court's flying swords of punishment.

These monkeys and their offspring have unlimited potential to be tapped.

Since the Yi Jin Jing and Jin Zhong Zhao are effective against monkeys.

Why not acquire some martial arts manuals? Perhaps we can cultivate an invincible army of divine monkeys before they wreak havoc in the Heavenly Palace!

The first thing that came to his mind was the Nine Yang and Nine Yin Divine Skills, which were on par with the Yi Jin Jing!

The Nine Yin Manual is said to have been written by Huang Shang, a genius of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Huang Shang was a civil official in the imperial court. He was ordered to proofread the "Wanshou Daozang" (Taoist Canon of Longevity). After years of meticulous reading and proofreading, he mastered the Taoist teachings and comprehended a profound martial art. Overnight, he entered the Taoist path through literature and became one of the top martial arts masters.

In his later years, he compiled all his life's learning into the "Nine Yin Manual" and passed it down to future generations!

This scripture is also known as the general outline of martial arts, attracting countless martial arts heroes from all over the world to fight over it.

It was later obtained by Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Quanzhen Sect. After briefly reading it, Wang Chongyang felt that this divine skill was too insidious and did not practice it. Instead, he carried it with him.

The origin of the Nine Yang Divine Skill is related to the Nine Yin Manual.

Back then, Wang Chongyang challenged the Shaolin monk to a drinking contest and lost. Wang Chongyang then lent the Nine Yin Manual to the monk. The monk felt that the Nine Yin Manual was too Yin in nature, so he created the Nine Yang Manual based on the Shaolin's supremely Yang mental techniques and the Nine Yin Manual's methods of cultivation.

This skill can produce a misty purple aura that can freely diffuse into the body. Externally, it makes one impervious to swords and spears, water and fire, poison, and other substances.

After practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill, an indestructible body also comes with it!

Back then, when Master Jueyuan was passing away, he murmured parts of the Nine Yang Manual in a daze.

Upon hearing this part of the Nine Yang Divine Skill scripture, Zhang Sanfeng, Guo Xiang, and Master Wuse each memorized a portion, thus giving rise to the thousand-year-old tradition of the Wudang, Emei, and Northern Shaolin schools!

This demonstrates the profound mystery of the Nine Yang Divine Skill!

Thinking of this, Ning Chen couldn't help but sigh. These masters in the martial arts world were unable to achieve immortality simply because they lacked the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In terms of talent and natural ability, they are not necessarily inferior to those gods and demons.

This is determined by the world's potential, not by the fault of these geniuses.

The divine skills they created were indeed wondrous. Even today, Ning Chen's practice of the Yi Jin Jing still enhances his physical attributes and constitution.

Ning Chen speculated.

"It's alright. I suspect that this scripture is currently hidden in another Buddhist text and has not yet been discovered."

He suddenly looked up and said.

"Teacher Luo, since I have a few days of free time after returning to the first level of the Divine Realm, I would like to visit your world and go to the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion to investigate."

"Um, okay!"

Luo Zhantian hesitated for a moment, then relaxed his thick eyebrows.

"I was just thinking of going back to check on those little brats in the sect. Let's not delay, we'll set off first thing tomorrow morning!"

Because he was going to the Journey to the West's divine realm, he temporarily appointed another high-ranking monk as the sect leader, claiming to the outside world that he was in seclusion...

Early the next morning, Ning Chen and Luo Zhantian quietly stepped into the divine passage leading to the martial arts world.

As the light and shadow shifted, Ning Chen and Luo Zhantian found themselves in the world of martial arts when they finally stepped onto solid ground.

Before them stood a magnificent ancient temple with red walls and golden tiles. Above the temple gate were three large characters: Shaolin Temple. Below them was a line of smaller black cursive characters: "All martial arts under heaven originated from Shaolin!"

The right stroke of the character "尽" is extremely long, which immediately shows the supreme status of Shaolin!

Ning Chen couldn't help but nod slightly. It was arrogant and imposing enough. To dare to write these words on the door plaque was itself a symbol of strength.

Luo Zhantian had changed into a golden cassock at some point. He put his hands together and chuckled.

"Amitabha! How is it, Ning Chen? Under my painstaking efforts, Shaolin Temple has long been the number one sect in the world, and I am now a grandmaster of martial arts!"

"Come, let me show you around the vast empire I've conquered!"

The two arrived at the gate of Shaolin Temple, only to find the gate tightly closed and heavily guarded.

The monks guarding the gate were not familiar faces to Luo Zhantian. Their expressions were cold and solemn, as if facing a formidable enemy. There were also many more monks, wielding clubs, pouring out from inside the gate.

Ning Chen raised an eyebrow and looked at Luo Zhantian.

"Teacher Luo, did you choose the wrong time and space? Are you sure this is your Shaolin Temple?"

Luo was clearly a bit stunned, and he shouted angrily.

"Yuanshan, what are you doing? Don't you recognize me, the host?"

"Amitabha!"

The leading monk stepped forward, his sharp gaze sweeping over Luo Zhantian, his tone cold and harsh.

"Esteemed benefactor, please leave. Our temple is not receiving outsiders at this time, especially not those who have betrayed Shaolin, such as the former abbot Luo Zhantian!"

He deliberately emphasized the words "defection" and "former host".

Luo Zhantian's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Traitor? What are you saying? Where is Master Xuanci?"

The monk remained expressionless.

"Grandmaster Xuanci is in seclusion, not seeing any outsiders. Grandmaster Xuancheng is temporarily in charge of the temple affairs. The abbot has ordered that the traitor Luo Zhantian, who colluded with outsiders and attempted to seize the temple's most important location, the Sutra Repository, has been expelled from Shaolin! He is never to set foot in Shaolin again! Leave immediately, or don't blame us for our merciless beatings!"

Several monks stepped forward in unison, slamming their staffs heavily on the ground with a dull thud, exuding a chilling aura.

Ning Chen narrowed his eyes, looking at the heavily guarded and hostile Shaolin Temple in front of him, and then at Lao Luo beside him, whose face was ashen and filled with shock and anger.

He chuckled inwardly.

It seems that this journey to find the "Nine Yang Manual" has encountered unexpected changes before even stepping into the library.

Things have changed inside the Shaolin Temple.

Luo Yonghao, Luo Yonghao, you need to be more careful!

They even went to Zhengyi Sect for further studies, while their hometown was robbed!

Luo Zhantian's expression shifted between anger and rage; he laughed in exasperation.

"Hahaha, alright, alright, you're all asking for a beating, aren't you!"

"The Shaolin Temple's current formidable reputation was all earned by my own fists and kicks. Now that you've achieved fame and success, you think you can just kick me aside? No way!"

He tore off his monk's robe, revealing his strong, naked upper body, his brows furrowed in anger.

"Bring out that old bald monk Xuancheng. If you don't understand Buddhist teachings, this old monk has some martial arts skills I can share with you!"

"Don't forget, I taught all of you little brats your skills!"

Upon seeing the former abbot, the world's number one martial arts master, Master Jue Zhan, unleash his fury, even the many martial monks dared not underestimate him.

They leaped out of the temple gate and formed the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats Formation, surrounding Luo Zhantian and Ning Chen in the middle. Some people even rushed into the temple to call for reinforcements.