The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 126 Di Xiu Wants to Treat (Third Update by Bai Jun)

Mount Song is lofty and towering, reaching the heavens.

The morning light, like a sword, pierced through the clouds and mist, striking Mount Song with each slash.

The long, drawn-out chimes of the bells also pierced through the clouds and echoed among the seventy-two peaks.

A hundred steps above Junji Temple lies the summit of Mount Song—the Fengchan Terrace.

This place has the highest elevation and the widest view; ordinary disciples must not set foot here without permission.

At this moment, Shen An sat cross-legged in the very center of the Fengchan Platform, facing the rising red sun in the east, his eyes slightly closed, his appearance solemn and dignified.

The Mantra of the King of Sunlight with the Body of Lapis Lazuli.

This extraordinary skill, which originated from esoteric Buddhist techniques and was refined and elevated through Confucianism and Taoism, is tempering his muscles, bones, skin, and strengthening his internal organs and blood.

A faint golden halo flowed beneath his skin, making him appear as if he were a statue cast from crystal, sacred and majestic.

The door of Junji Temple opened quietly, and Zuo Lengchan, dressed in a long black robe, slowly walked out.

He habitually looked up at the Fengchan Terrace, which symbolized the supreme authority of Mount Song, and prepared to begin his daily studies.

However, the next moment, his usually serious face involuntarily revealed a look of bewilderment.

good boy!

I just said I wouldn't investigate the origin of your technique, and you immediately showed up right under my nose and started practicing it openly on this Fengchan Platform.

Zuo Lengchan felt a tightness in his chest, which then turned into a helpless laugh.

However, seeing his open and honest attitude, the last trace of resentment in Zuo Lengchan's heart vanished.

He shook his head, turned around, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards the back mountain. He himself probably didn't realize that since the day he tested Shen An, the smile on his face had been more than all the previous ten years combined.

On the Fengchan Platform, Shen An slowly finished his practice. A wisp of scorching, turbid air was exhaled from his mouth, which stretched into a white ribbon several feet long in the cool morning air, lingering for a long time.

He felt completely comfortable, and his internal strength had improved even further.

After finishing his internal energy cultivation, he did not stop, but stood up and began to review the sword techniques he had practiced the day before.

He didn't use the heavy greatsword, but simply held his fingers together like a sword, slowly practicing on the summit of Mount Song. With each move, he experienced the flow of energy and the changes in technique.

At the summit of Mount Taishi, a sea of ​​clouds churns and surges.

The white-clad youth moved with incredible speed and power, each strike and slash possessing the force of a collapsing mountain, stirring up the surrounding clouds. At other times, he was as steady as a mountain, each move a pause, as if he had merged with the majestic mountain beneath his feet.

The morning sun shone on him, gilding him with a golden edge, making him appear from afar like a god descending to earth.

In the afternoon, Shen An, full of energy, returned to the familiar training ground.

However, today, besides those practicing sword and palm techniques, quite a few junior disciples were doing exercises like push-ups and barbell lifting.

Shen An was taken aback, then understood, but he didn't take it to heart, because his two senior uncles were already waiting for him.

Fei Bin continued to be the main attacker, while Tang Ying'e watched from the sidelines.

With yesterday's experience, this feeding method was clearly on a higher level.

Fei Bin no longer held back with his moves; every palm strike carried a scorching gust of wind, forcing Shen An to devote all his energy to the fight.

Tang Ying'e's scolding became increasingly concise and precise.

"Left foot! Half an inch too slow!"

"Wrist! Why isn't it heavy?"

"A disconnect between qi and strength is suicidal!"

However, Shen An today is much better than he was yesterday.

Despite being overwhelmed by Fei Bin's relentless offensive, he managed to hold his ground and even occasionally unleash a dangerous counterattack during lulls in the defense.

An hour of intense, exhilarating competition.

When the drill ended, Shen An was radiating heat, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and his face showed a sense of exhilaration.

He bowed again to thank his two senior uncles.

Fei Bin maintained his air of superiority, hands behind his back, and said calmly, "Not bad. Slight improvement from yesterday, but not enough."

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Tang Ying'e blew on his beard and hummed, "Not bad."

Despite saying that, the relief in the eyes of the two senior uncles was impossible to hide.

Shen An smiled and agreed, then turned and left.

Just as he was about to leave the training ground, Di Xiu suddenly appeared out of nowhere and blocked his way with a beaming smile.

"Junior Brother Shen, wait!"

"Senior Brother Di, is something the matter?"

"Junior Brother returned to the mountain in such a hurry that I only had time to prepare a feast at the foot of the mountain today to welcome you back and wash away the dust of your journey. I hope you don't think it's too late."

His words were sincere and his attitude humble, making it hard to refuse.

After a moment's thought, Shen An understood Di Xiu's intentions.

He is the sect leader's personal disciple and is now favored by his master, so he is at the height of his fame.

As Fei Bin's eldest disciple, Di Xiu would have to cultivate a good relationship with Fei Bin, the "crown prince," if he wanted to advance further in the sect.

This gesture of goodwill is not unreasonable.

Considering the dedicated guidance that Uncle Fei Bin had given him these past two days, Shen An felt it was only right to give his eldest disciple some face.

So he nodded and smiled, "Senior Brother Di, you're too kind. In that case, I'll trouble you."

"Junior brother, you're too kind! It's what I should do!" Di Xiu was overjoyed. "Please!"

The two immediately set off together down the mountain.

In late autumn, the forests on Mount Song are already ablaze with color.

The maple forest is ablaze with color, the ginkgo trees are golden, and the mountain breeze carries the falling leaves in wisps.

The two descended the bluestone path, and along the way, disciples of Mount Song kept stopping to respectfully greet Shen An.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Shen!"

"I hope Senior Brother Shen is well!"

Shen An's reputation within the sect is now vastly different from what it used to be.

He nodded in response to each one, showing no arrogance, yet he was still overwhelmed with responses.

Seeing this, Di Xiu's eyes lit up, and he suggested with a smile, "Junior Brother Shen, it seems we can't get through this main road. I know a side path that few people use, but the scenery is quite unique, and—it's even closer to the winery where I booked the banquet."

Upon hearing this, Shen An also felt that continuing with this social interaction was truly troublesome.

He thought about it and realized that this place was, after all, part of Mount Song, and the area above and below the mountain was within the territory of his sect.

Even though fewer people walk on the side paths, everyone inside the gate is on guard, so there is absolutely no possibility of anything going wrong.

So he nodded and said, "That's very good. I'll trouble Senior Brother Di to lead the way."

"You're too kind, junior brother!"

Di Xiu immediately led Shen An onto a side path hidden in the woods.

This path was indeed secluded and charming, with a unique and delightful experience along the way.

Upon reaching the foot of the mountain, one sees a dilapidated ancient temple, quietly nestled in the valley.

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