All Heavens: Becoming a Saint Begins in Deep Space

in the ward.

Guan Lin broke the awkward atmosphere that had arisen because of Lao Chen's gossip.

"Xiaoqing, is anyone going to the memorial service for Olesha and Lipu tomorrow morning? After all, it's on your turf, so be generous and have someone send a few wreaths," Guan Lin said.

Aoki chuckled awkwardly, "My master wants me to deliver the wreaths to Olesa and Lipu on his behalf."

Guan Lin shook her head and said, "That's enough. Let the King and the Prince go tomorrow. I will also attend, so there won't be any problems."

Old Chen's brows relaxed. He had originally wanted to send the Great King and the Little King, since although they were called the Great King and the Little King now, their strength was truly extraordinary. One of them was about to reach the level of a Grandmaster, and the other was almost catching up with him.

At the same time, he thought to himself that he needed to find an opportunity to weigh Xiao Wang's strengths and weaknesses, otherwise he suspected that there wouldn't be enough time later.

"That's settled then." Old Chen smiled.

Upon hearing this, Guan Lin seemed to realize something and looked at them with considerable surprise.

The next morning, after washing up and having breakfast, Wang Li went to the place where everyone had agreed to meet the night before.

Aoki and the others arrived early as expected, but Old Chen was not there.

Wang Xuan glanced at him: "You're the only one left. Alright, let's go."

As soon as they arrived, people recognized Wang Li and Wang Xuan. After all, they were twenty-year-old grandmasters, so it was hard not to recognize them.

As soon as Wang Li and Wang Xuan got out of the car and walked to the entrance of the funeral home, they saw many familiar faces. It was the same group of people, but they had all been moved here.

Old Wu, dressed all in black, saw Wang Xuan walking quickly towards him as he got out of the car: "Big Wang, Little Wang, what brings you here?"

"We're just saying goodbye to the top two leaders. They're both dead, so we won't dwell on it anymore," Wang Xuan sighed.

Wu Yin arrived at this moment and said, "Are you really okay with all this harassment?"

"Mr. Zhong Yong, a representative figure among the tycoons, actually wrote the eulogy himself!" someone exclaimed from afar.

Upon hearing this, Old Wu curled his lip and said, "I guarantee that this elegiac couplet was originally intended for Old Chen, but Old Chen was too stubborn, so Grandpa Zhong gave it to Olesa instead."

Old Wu said goodbye, and Da Wang and Xiao Wang said they were going to see some friends.

On the way, Old Wu whispered to his niece, "We need to hurry. That mysterious place won't wait for anyone. This king seems alright; he's a good person and has people from relevant departments backing him up. Think it over carefully. If you think he's a good catch, you can make your move."

"Uncle, what are you implying?!"

Not far away, Zhong Cheng, though wrapped in bandages, had sharp eyes and immediately noticed Lao Wu making contact with Wang Li and the others. He then whispered to Zhong Qing, "Sister, did you see that? Lao Wu and Wu Yin have clearly won over Wang Li and the others. They are two grandmasters. We need to hurry up and take action."

Zhong Qing glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Zhong Cheng whispered, "With your skills, it shouldn't be difficult for him to unilaterally believe that you are his confidante, right? I'll go over and say hello first, and you can come over later."

Then, Zhong Cheng ran over and called out from a distance, "Master Wang!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Li and Wang Xuan both turned to look at him.

Wang Li and the others looked at Zhong Cheng and instantly smiled. What happened? Zhong Cheng had gauze wrapped around his head and bandages on his arms.

Wang Xuan was puzzled, wondering who among the Zhong family's sons could beat him so badly.

"Why are you going to see an orthopedic doctor?" Wang Li said with a smile.

"Brother Wang, shut up!" Zhong Cheng felt guilty. His sister was nearby, and if she heard any more nonsense, he would probably be in a wheelchair tomorrow.

"I never expected that Xiao Zhong, who is so beautiful and has such a sweet voice, could be so ruthless," Wang Li said with some emotion.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan immediately understood who had managed to do the beating.

Wang Li asked, "Did you bring the scriptures?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan's eyes lit up as he looked at Zhong Cheng.

Zhong Cheng was stunned. Neither of these two old Wangs were good people. They were too realistic.

"Did you grasp the secret technique from yesterday?" he asked in a low voice.

"Of course, such a big book, yet so little of it is useful," Wang Li said.

Wang Xuan remained silent, convinced that something he didn't know must have happened yesterday, and that the two were using slang he didn't understand.

"No matter what, tell me the secrets of the old techniques first. I really want to learn them. My family has mountains of profound scriptures, but I'm just sitting here guarding a treasure trove, not knowing how to use them," Zhong Cheng said.

In this degenerate age, technology far surpasses that of cultivators. Unless the immortals in the grand scheme of things break through reality, no one can restrain the giant spaceship.

Wang Xuan, standing to the side, sighed. He had pieced together what he needed from various sources, while others were born with it.

Wang Li secretly decided that he must take those treasures with him and put them into the panel space just before the immortals returned.

Wang Xuan glanced at Zhong Cheng and felt that the kid had ulterior motives. He looked innocent, but he was actually using the Zhong family's scriptures to lure them into a trap.

Wang Li said calmly, "There are no tricks to it. Everything depends on your own understanding. To practice old techniques, you need to be dedicated, deeply understand the history of the old techniques, and try to understand the feelings of the founders at that time. Only by putting yourself in their shoes can you gain something."

Zhong Cheng was taken aback: "Is this all the secret to your rapid progress?"

Wang Li added, "There are no shortcuts in the world. You have to pay for what you get. If you want to master an old skill but are unwilling to study and research it in depth, you will not gain anything."

Let's take the Snake-Crane Eight-Stroke Strategy as an example.

"You need to know when Old Zhang created this scripture."

Back then, after retiring to Crane Cry Mountain, Old Zhang, having mastered the workings of nature, witnessed a divine crane and a dragon locked in a life-or-death battle.

Therefore, when we practice the scriptures, we should have the mindset of Old Zhang when he went into seclusion. Think about the situation at that time when the divine crane and the dragon were locked in a life-or-death struggle, and the determination to fight to the death even if it meant our own demise.

Therefore, when we practice this old art again, we must also have a courageous heart and an atmosphere of fearlessness in the face of death. When we immerse ourselves in this atmosphere while practicing, we will naturally achieve something.

Zhong Cheng listened with a look of ignorance and confusion in his eyes. He felt that it made a lot of sense, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Master Wang, be more specific." His eyes were fervent.

"We need to put ourselves in Old Zhang's mindset at that time. When Old Zhang went into seclusion, he must have been invincible in the world. Therefore, when he created this old technique, he must have been extremely confident. Confidence is fundamental, and invincibility is instinct."

Every movement, seemingly effortless, actually contains boundless secret power.

Wang Li spoke calmly and unhurriedly, and even gave a demonstration by suddenly striking a decorative stone in the funeral home, instantly turning the several-ton stone into rubble.

Zhong Cheng was stunned. He picked up the broken pieces from the ground and felt that Wang Li was truly unfathomable. What he said made a lot of sense and he was worthy of the title of a 20-year-old grandmaster.

Zhong Cheng's eyes burned with fervor, and a kind of enlightened radiance appeared on his face. He said, "Master Wang, let's add each other on Deep Space. When we contact each other, I will definitely ask you for guidance on any scriptures as soon as possible."

The old man from the Zhong family appeared beside Zhong Qing and said, "That young man is no ordinary person. His words just now have been a wake-up call for me."

"Are they really that amazing?" Zhong Qing asked, deeply moved.

Zhong Cheng stood up: "Yeah, sis, you're so capable, hurry up and use your skills to win them over, otherwise Wu Yin will beat you to it."

"Hmm. I think Xiao Wang is quite good. Why don't we let him fall for Zhong Qing at first sight and ruin his life?"

"Trying to tempt Xiao Wang with me, bamboo slips, and scriptures? You're really asking for trouble." Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhong raised his hand and slapped Zhong Cheng to the ground.

Zhong Cheng felt like crying. He had been practicing his old techniques all the time, but he still couldn't beat his sister.

The funeral home was large and solemn. Many people came to attend Olesa's farewell ceremony, and they were all very important figures.

At this moment, someone recognized Wang Li and Wang Xuan and coldly said, "You are not welcome here!"