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

The ancient red wooden door of the library is right in front of me.

But the old monk, dressed in a worn gray robe and sweeping fallen leaves with a tattered broom, blocked Ning Chen's way.

"consciousness!"

Luo Zhantian frowned slightly.

"The temple has just suffered a major upheaval and is in dire need of reconstruction. What are you leisurely sweeping here for? Get out of the way immediately!"

The sweeping monk, whom Lao Luo called "enlightened," didn't stop moving at all; his broom even brushed against Ning Chen's shoes.

He moved slowly, his head bowed, as if he were completely absorbed in cleaning this small area.

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly; this old monk was no ordinary person!

To think that someone could accidentally touch his shoe with a broom—truly, the strongest monks of Shaolin are all sweeping monks.

Ning Chen reached out and blocked Teacher Luo, who was about to lash out.

"Teacher Luo, please calm down..."

Ning Chen sized up the seemingly ordinary sweeping monk in front of him.

"This master's cultivation has reached the pinnacle of this world, it's just a pity that his brilliance is obscured..."

The sweeping monk, who had been bowing his head, slowly raised it.

It was an ordinary face covered in wrinkles, but the eyes were exceptionally bright.

"Amitabha, benefactor has excellent eyesight."

"My humble skills are but a firefly compared to the bright moon before you, benefactor. You have come to the Sutra Repository, surely for the true scripture tucked within the Lankavatara Sutra?"

Ning Chen nodded calmly.

"Indeed, since the master has already understood, would you be so kind as to do me a favor?"

Juewu gently shook his head, a burning light igniting in his eyes.

"This humble monk has guarded this pavilion for decades, comprehending life and death. I thought I had reached the end of martial arts and my heart was as still as water. But today, having met such a remarkable person as you, benefactor, my martial spirit, which has been dormant for many years, has been stirred again. There is a higher realm in you, benefactor."

He put his palms together in a gesture of respect.

"This humble monk dares to ask the benefactor for a lesson. If the benefactor can convince this humble monk, this humble monk will offer you what you desire with both hands."

Upon hearing this, Luo Zhantian's expression changed drastically.

"Wake up! Why are you doing this to yourself...?"

Although Master Juewu possesses extraordinary skills, fighting Ning Chen one-on-one would be tantamount to suicide!

Ning Chen looked at the pure, unadulterated thirst for martial arts in Master Juewu's eyes and nodded slightly.

"I admire your kind intentions, Master. In that case, please do your best, and I will accept your challenge."

"good!"

Juewu's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his hunched body straightened up, and the aura of a martial arts master arose spontaneously.

He casually leaned the old broom against the wall, and then suddenly rose up from the ground!

The old monk seemed to be lifted up by an invisible giant hand, defying Earth's gravity, and rose to a height of several dozen feet, his robes fluttering in the wind.

Then the old monk gently touched the back of the passing bird with the tip of his foot!

The bird dipped slightly and then continued flying without any hindrance, as if it had only been brushed by a gentle breeze.

But Juewu had already used the force of this step to suddenly flip his body over, head down and feet up!

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, please accept this move of mine, the Tathagata Palm, the boundless power of Buddhist Dharma!"

The monk's robe billowed like a sail as he struck out with his right palm facing down. This strike embodied the profound power of the old monk's nearly one hundred years of arduous cultivation.

An immense pressure suddenly descended, enveloping the entire courtyard in front of the Sutra Repository.

boom!

An invisible force, like a meteorite falling to earth!

Juewu descended from the sky with immense force, but his palm strike was not aimed at Ning Chen himself, but at the open space three zhang away in front of him!

The solid bluestone ground collapsed and shattered violently under the palm of the Enlightened Master!

A clear palm print, several feet deep, was imprinted on the ground, with neat edges and distinct five fingers!

The aftershocks of the violent palm strike swept outwards, causing the leaves of distant trees to rustle. Luo Zhantian had to circulate his internal energy to steady himself, his eyes filled with shock.

The power of Master Juewu's palm strike far exceeded the limits of martial arts in his understanding!

Master Jue Wu landed gently and sat cross-legged in front of Ning Chen, a hint of disappointment flashing in his eyes.

"Why don't you make a move, benefactor? Is it because you find my palm technique unsuitable?"

Ning Chen sighed in regret.

"Master, your palm technique is excellent, but it still needs a little more refinement!"

The next instant, golden light shone from his body, and behind him appeared the phantom images of a real dragon and a fierce tiger, emitting a silent roar!

Then, Ning Chen gently struck out with his palm!

A sudden storm arose from nowhere!

A golden palm print shot straight into the sky!

A gigantic palm print appeared in the moon-obscuring clouds above the sky. Wisps of bright moonlight fell upon the Scripture Pavilion. The palm print continued its momentum, plunging into the endless void and drawing a golden rainbow across the night sky!

Then, to the astonishment of Luo Zhantian and the old monk, Ning Chen waved his long sleeves lightly, stepped onto the golden rainbow, and soared through the sky, returning a moment later.

With this palm strike, Ning Chen employed the Dragon Subduing and Tiger Taming Technique, as well as the Moon Escape Technique from the Free and Easy Wandering, determined to make Zen Master Jue Wu completely convinced.

"Amitabha........"

Seeing the power of Ning Chen's palm strike, Zen Master Juewu let out a long sigh of relief, a clear and peaceful smile spreading across his face.

"Though we are close, we are worlds apart; though our hearts are boundless, our minds are finite. I, this humble monk, am utterly convinced of my defeat. It is not that my martial arts are inferior, but rather that this world is simply too small."

He reached into his robes and took out an old, worn-out book with yellowed paper and badly worn edges—it was the Lankavatara Sutra.

Juewu presented the scriptures to Ning Chen with both hands.

"What you seek is contained within this item. This item, once in your hands, may shine brightly. My wish has been fulfilled, and my worldly ties are severed. I shall take my leave now."

As soon as he finished speaking, Juewu straightened his old monk's robe, sat down cross-legged on the edge of the palm print, formed a mudra with his hands, closed his eyes slightly, and his breath gradually weakened like a candle flickering in the wind.

Luo Zhantian opened his mouth, but ultimately remained silent, only solemnly clasping his hands together and bowing deeply.

A peerless master proved his martial arts skills in this way, witnessed a higher realm, and then peacefully passed away.

For enlightenment, it may well be the perfect destination.

Ning Chen took the Lankavatara Sutra, opened the pages, and found that the Sanskrit text was densely filled with tiny characters—it was the Nine Yang Manual!

Ning Chen quickly scanned the contents of the true scripture.

"Let him be strong, the breeze still caresses the mountain; let him be arrogant, the bright moon still shines over the great river..."

Every word is precious, expounding the supreme method of achieving ultimate yang and strength, being impervious to all evils, and generating inner power spontaneously.

Ning Chen's comprehension was astonishing; after only one glance, he had already grasped the essence of it.

However, his brows furrowed slightly, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

This "Nine Yang Manual" is indeed profound, extremely strong and yang, with its internal energy constantly regenerating, almost exhausting the mysteries of the yang principle.

But Ning Chen vaguely sensed that something was missing from the pure yang.

It is too pure and fierce, lacking the harmony and change of yin and yang, and the balance of strength and gentleness.

"Although the Nine Yangs are powerful, extreme yang becomes rigid, and extreme rigidity is easily broken. If it can be supplemented by the Nine Yins..."

Ning Chen closed the scripture and looked at Luo Zhantian.

"Master Luo, who is the current leader of the Quanzhen School? Where is he now?"

Luo Zhantian was reciting the Rebirth Mantra for Juewu when he heard this and replied.

"The current leader of the Quanzhen Sect, whose Taoist name is Changzhenzi, was not seen during the siege of Shaolin. So he should be at the top of Mount Hua at this time, participating in the once-in-a-decade Mount Hua Sword Tournament."

Is it the summit of Mount Hua?

"I'll be right back!"

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Ning Chen used his Free and Easy Wandering technique to arrive at Mount Hua in an instant. There, on the highest peak of Mount Hua, the South Peak, several figures were displaying their unique skills under the moonlight, vying for the title of the best in the world.

He was too lazy to waste any more words, so he stretched out his right hand and grabbed Nanfeng.

The South Peak trembled violently, causing the earth to shake.

Everyone thought they had encountered an earth dragon turning over, and they no longer cared about competing in martial arts, clinging tightly to the trees and rocks around them.

When they came to their senses, they found that the South Peak they were on had shifted and they were now next to the Central Peak.

A young man in blue robes stood in mid-air, his expression calm and indifferent.

"Who is Changchunzi, and where is the Nine Yin Manual?"

.........

Ning Chen slowly opened his eyes and saw the monkey sleeping soundly opposite him. His expression was complicated, but it eventually turned into a sigh.

Fortunately, now that I know the future, there is still a chance to salvage the situation.

Ning Chen grabbed the monkey by the collar and fiercely woke it from its sleep!

"Senior brother, wake up, get up and practice!"

The monkey blinked its golden eyes, looking completely bewildered.

"Junior brother, what are you doing? I just lay down..."