I am a high-level martial arts master.

Chapter 337 Breaking the Bandage and Explaining the Law

Even when facing me, can you keep your composure?

Within the illusion of the Bengzi Gate.

The man removed his black eye mask, his silver-white wisps of hair fluttering slightly, revealing his icy blue eyes.

As her robes fluttered, she calmly brought her hands together in front of her chest, her fingertips interlacing to form a mudra, and uttered the four words "Boundless, hold on" in a low, gentle voice.

In an instant, the invisible domain expanded, encompassing countless disciples of the Bengzi Sect and completely dragging their consciousness into the void.

In this void, countless pieces of invalid information are forcibly injected into the brain, causing one to lose their ability to think amidst endless absurdity.

Everyone stood there, stunned, overwhelmed by the sea of ​​information that resembled a short video on TikTok.

Once you fall for this trick, it's like you're forced to watch funny videos for three days and three nights straight.

Hellish jokes, puns, homophones, dirty jokes, lame jokes, ethical jokes, satirical jokes, idiotic jokes, meaningless and nonsensical humor —

All of the above content seems to be being frantically pushed into their brains by countless big data algorithms.

"This is the test of the Bengzi Sect. Whoever can hold the position the longest will be able to obtain the position of the true successor of the Bengzi Sect."

"Don't think you're safe just because you've cleared your mind. I'll have you analyze the jokes!"

Ye Li's voice echoed in the minds of all the disciples.

This is a tense, protracted tug-of-war.

If they fail to hold on, they will be submerged by the terrifying ocean of holding on and eliminated.

"Hold on!"

The disciples of the Bengzi Sect tightly sealed their lips.

Faced with a flood of jokes, they built a dam with their own bodies to withstand the torrent of rotten memes.

There were so many jokes, and they were so dense, that they were hitting everyone's nerves.

Just moments later, one disciple after another was amused by the jokes and swept away by the current.

"Pfft! My bandage's torn!"

"Hold on!"

"My skin is so tight, it's like dog shit!"

"Who came up with this joke?!"

One by one, the disciples were swept away by the torrent due to the broken bandages, and were carried away while trying to suppress their laughter.

Meanwhile, the disciples of the Yuezi Sect felt their scalps tingle as they faced a test.

"Your test is to come up with a joke that can break the 'Bang' gate's defenses and defeat them!"

Ye Li's wicked laughter exploded in the minds of all the disciples of the Yuezi Sect.

"If the disciples of the 'Ben' sect possess a shield that can withstand any joke, then the 'Le' sect should possess a spear that can shatter the strongest shield!"

"Use the spear of the 'Joyful' sect to break the shield of the 'Stretched' sect. In the end, will you be unable to find joy, or will the 'Stretched' sect break down first?"

"Broken bandage, emphasizing speaking, learning, teasing, and singing."

The more jokes you create that break the dam, the more points you'll earn!

"The strongest bandage-breaking king will receive my true teachings!"

As Ye Li spoke, the optimists of the Yuezi Sect stopped laughing.

This is a long-term battle, and I've never felt so that happiness is so difficult.

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Although creating jokes is slow, jokes can be reused.

A disciple of the "Beng" sect is now facing a joke devised by the "Le" sect as a whole.

You can play the "Bang" card countless times, but you lose the moment you get carried away.

On the other side, the disciples of the Ji Zi Men had an unprecedentedly flushed face, their fists clenched tightly.

In this illusion, they must endure the trials of the Red Stone.

Simply put, it means becoming the male lead in a short drama.

Watching helplessly as something that could be resolved with a single sentence drags on for an entire hour without being resolved.

"You motherfucker!"

"It was your mother who died, not my mother!"

"It really was your mother who died!"

Do you think I'd believe you?

Countless plots, countless red stones.

This is something that could have been explained in a single sentence.

But these disciples of the "Impulsive" school could only watch as third parties, observing the constant procrastination and endless repetitive talk.

His eyes were bloodshot, his teeth were clenched, and he couldn't bear it any longer.

"You better explain yourself then, damn it, I can't take this anymore!"

"Damn it, would it kill you to just tell me the contents?!"

"Fuck you!"

After they passed the short drama challenge, they reappeared in a stadium.

Ye Li smiled and looked at the entire arena, saying, "Next, we'll begin the running competition: the 100-meter sprint. Whoever runs the slowest will be the champion!"

Dian. Xiao. Ji. Le. Beng. Ying————

The difficulties faced by disciples of the six schools are greater and more abstract than those of the other schools.

As the sun set, Liu Zhiyue wearily pulled her consciousness away from her surroundings, only to find herself still in the same polished and mirrored Black Rock Square.

However, after a series of battles, Liu Zhiyue was utterly exhausted.

Who knew there would be another level after defeating Su Nuo?

Every opponent in the illusion is an enemy that she must fight with all her might.

"This test is really too difficult."

Liu Zhiyue muttered complaints, but looking at the nameplate on her fair wrist, she chuckled, realizing she had successfully advanced to the True Disciple level.

Just as she was secretly delighted, the disciples around her were also pulled out of the illusion one by one.

"Who can hold their nerve? The test is way too difficult!"

"I feel like I won't be able to be happy anymore."

"What's so strange about the new Twenty-Four Filial Piety Stories? Why does it have to be about filial piety?"

"Exactly, even if I try my best, I can't compete with the fans of the popular celebrity in the seventh picture."

"Who knows what kind of monsters the remaining 17 pictures will contain!"

Jiang Shiyu stood there with a gloomy expression, her fists clenched.

She originally thought that with her talent, appearance, cultivation, and strength, she would easily become a true disciple.

But who could have imagined that the competition wasn't about any of those things?

Apart from the [Dian] gate, which is a real martial arts contest, the other five gates each have their own abstract meanings.

Especially since her disguised identity was actually from the "Filial Piety" sect, and she wanted to compete in filial piety with a group of crazy people?

Jiang Shiyu felt that she had suffered more grievances in the tens of thousands of years of her previous life than she had today, and she began to regret joining this sect.

She never expected that those sycophants would be so devoted; even with all her efforts, she could only achieve third place.

Beside him, an ascended martial artist knelt on one knee.

He clutched the bracelet bearing the character "绷" (beng, meaning "stretched") in his hand, his eyes filled with deep weariness, but he didn't smile once throughout: "Did I really manage to stretch through that trial?"

The disciples stood on the field, and Ye Li's voice floated from the sky: "The disciples who have passed the test may rest for a day. Tomorrow, a lecture will be held in Biyou Palace! All disciples may enter."

"If you don't understand something, you can ask the sect steward or check your sect bracelet."

As the words fell, the disciples, guided by their respective bracelets, entered their respective residences.

The entire Biyou Palace is divided into six gates based on their different characteristics.

Each door is divided into groups according to the number of hats Ye Li puts on, and each person lives in their own area.

Ye Li is planning to organize a few sect rivalry events.

The spies who had infiltrated Ye Li's sect spread the news that very night.

When they heard about the content of Ye Li's six exams, the major powers were shocked and thought to themselves, "Is this a joke?"

Not only them, but even the disciples who entered this sect felt as if they had been deceived.

This Tongtian Cult Leader is so frivolous, could he really be playing them for fools?

The night passed quickly.

The following morning, inside the Biyou Palace.

Ye Li sat on a high platform, in front of a huge jade disc, its surface shimmering with precious light, reflecting the image of all the disciples of the six sects of the Jie Sect.

At this moment, in the main hall, the six true disciples of the School of Classical Studies, Filial Piety, Urgent Needs, Joy, Beng, and Ying had taken their seats, each with a different expression.

Following yesterday's selection process, a total of 10 billion people successfully joined the sect.

With its ability to shrink space, the seemingly small Biyou Palace can easily accommodate billions of disciples.

These people were filled with curiosity and anticipation for the next lecture.

Last night, Ye Li spared no expense, directly converting his true energy into spiritual energy, which filled the entire area.

Bathed in such terrifying spiritual energy, it was almost as if one were bathing in the Dan River.

Just one night later, their fatigue from the previous day was completely gone.

Although the entire Biyou Palace can accommodate all disciples, they are still ranked in different levels based on their entrance examination scores.

The area in front of Ye Li is fan-shaped and divided into six rows.

The first row of each area is occupied by the true disciples of the sect, the second row by the second to fourth disciples, the third row by the fifth to tenth disciples, and so on.

Liu Zhiyue sat in the first row of the Dianzi Gate, her hands neatly placed on her knees, her eyes filled with barely concealed excitement.

Jiang Shiyu sat in the second row of the "filial piety" gate. At nine years old, she was like a delicate porcelain doll, but her expression was slightly indifferent.

She, the dignified Empress Luo, was so fooled yesterday, causing her to lose control of her emotions.

She slightly raised her gaze and looked at Ye Li on the high platform.

The young man who called himself the Tongtian Sect Leader was leaning back in his chair, lazily looking down at the crowd below.

A group of lolis and shota—what kind of Dragon King's job is this?

Ye Li looked at the group of disciples in front of him. Most of them looked like teenagers, and the ascended martial artists made up less than one percent of them.

These young girls and boys are actually anywhere from ten to several hundred or even a thousand years old; they just look young.

Actually, I'm one of the youngest among them.

Compared to these people, why do I feel like I'm the one who's like a little girl?

A group of cultivators, hundreds or even thousands of years old but with the appearance of lolis, listened to a young boy with the appearance of a youth but who was a loli compared to them preaching.

Ye Li had this inexplicable thought: What is this conjugate loli?

This thought didn't linger for long. As everyone took their seats, Ye Li sat up straight and gazed at the crowd below, saying...

"Yesterday's trial was just a simple test. What you really need to learn when you join my Jie Sect is the true meaning of the Four Laws and the Sixteen Characters."

Ye Li's clear voice reached the ears of every disciple present, causing everyone to be startled and knowing that the main event was about to begin.

"The four methods, each consisting of sixteen characters, are: the Mystery of Hagi, the Mantra of Manba, the Protection of the True Master, and the Law of Lone Courage."

"However, this contains mysterious and profound secrets, and it is indeed too early for you to learn it. It would be better to start from the basics and learn step by step."

As he spoke, Ye Li uttered profound truths, each word a gem, truly the voice of the Great Dao.

The words flooded the ears of these billions of disciples. Although they sounded the same, they didn't all agree; each person could discern a different deeper meaning in them.

For these newly initiated disciples, Ye Li felt that the first thing to do was to improve their aptitude, since cultivating immortality relied on aptitude and comprehension.

The disciples of the Bengzi Sect, upon hearing this, felt they had received the "Bengzi Divine Mantra".

With the bandage in place, the bandage is effective, and it remains in place whether you are walking, sitting, or lying down.

As long as you stay focused, you can improve your physical constitution and aptitude in all aspects through great power and perseverance.

Within the "Winning Gate," one obtains the "Great Winning Scripture."

After each victory, by continuously stomping on heads, one can increase their cultivation level. The more victories one wins, the stronger one's cultivation and the higher one's aptitude.

Suddenly, the scene was filled with dazzling displays of beauty, and golden lotuses seemed to spring up from the ground, as Ye Li explained the concepts of "classic, filial piety, urgency, joy, and tension."

The six true methods of winning were exquisite and subtle, progressing from simple to profound, captivating the audience.

This can be described as the transmission of the Great Dao, directly relying on the infusion of divine soul and will, and Ye Li explained it directly based on his understanding and insights within the Heavenly Illusion Immortal Sect.

Before reaching the third level of the Innate Realm, even a Martial Saint cannot surpass him.

After all, every breakthrough Ye Li made was thanks to the enlightenment and empowerment he received from the [World-Shaking Wisdom], ensuring that his foundation was extremely solid.

Even Jiang Shiyu, who was initially dismissive, now looked solemn and was deeply engrossed in Ye Li's sermon, gaining much insight.

Not to mention Jiang Shiyu, even the Dragon Girl, a mid-stage Grandmaster deep within Ye Li's soul, benefited greatly from Ye Li's complete instruction.

As Ye Li spoke, his gaze swept over his disciples.

The combined aura of these people was so powerful that it was crystal clear within the [Gathering of Calamity Qi].

In just one glance, he had already figured out Jiang Shiyu's background.

But he didn't care at all. After all, he was just starting out to have fun, and he wasn't afraid of anyone surpassing him.

As Ye Li began to preach, time flowed by like water. Five days had passed without anyone noticing.

For the past five days, the surrounding spiritual energy has been replenishing its energy reserves.

Even as these disciples remained deeply engrossed in the process, deducing ingenious techniques, they experienced no discomfort whatsoever.

Five days later, Ye Li paused, and the disciples suddenly realized what was happening and where they were.

Ye Li remained seated high in the clouds, picked up his cup and took a sip, then looked down at the audience and said, "This concludes the explanation of the first method. Go back and study it carefully. Now you may leave."

When the lecture ended, a sense of reluctance appeared in the eyes of the disciples.

Without further ado, the billions of disciples all spoke up, bowed, and their voices merged into a deep, resonant murmur: "Disciples thank the Master for bestowing the Dharma."

Ye Li waved his hand without saying anything more, and the disciples filed out one after another.

Like the receding tide, they could not contain their joy until they stepped out of the temple, sharing what they had learned from listening to the Dharma these past few days.

Jiang Shiyu stood there, contemplating the teachings of Ye Li.

Although she has a thorough understanding of the basics, there are many aspects from which she can draw countless insights.

If before, I only wanted to test Ye Li's abilities...

At this moment, he truly took it seriously, realizing that his understanding of cultivation theory was far inferior to Ye Li's.

In the following months, Ye Li seemed to truly be a master teacher.

Although the Taoist practices he taught were strange and bizarre, he gave one lecture a month, and each lecture lasted three to five days.

After several months, he seemed to have completely forgotten about cultivation.

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