This celestial master cultivates both physical and magical arts; why did you provoke him?

Western suburbs, on the northern slope of Phoenix Ridge.

That mountain range was desolate, with sparse trees and overgrown weeds.

In the distance are several abandoned lime kilns, and closer by is a construction site that has been dug up in a mess.

A tomb robber's hole gaped open in the slope, its dark mouth surrounded by piles of freshly dug soil.

Yin energy surged out of the cave.

It wasn't the ordinary, faint yin energy; it was a strong, bloody yin energy.

Chen Guodong stood beside the cave entrance, his face ashen.

Upon seeing Xia En, he quickly approached her.

"Master Xia, you've finally arrived. That thing down there... our detection equipment can't detect it at all, but it's right there. I can feel it; it's waiting down there."

Xia En walked to the edge of the cave and looked down.

It was dark; I couldn't see anything.

But that yin energy was more intense than anything he had ever seen before.

Where is Zhao Tiejun?

"Over there."

Chen Guodong pointed to an SUV next to him.

A man in his fifties squatted beside the car, his hands covering his head, trembling all over.

Xia En walked over, squatted down, and looked at him.

"Zhao Tiejun? What's next?"

Zhao Tiejun raised his head, his face as white as paper.

"It was a coffin. A stone coffin. Very large, very large. It was covered in runes, but we couldn't understand them. When we opened the coffin, it was... it was empty. Then we heard breathing. Coming from under the coffin. Heavy, very deep, like the panting of a huge beast. And then..."

His voice became tense.

"Then it came out. A hand. Reaching out from under the stone coffin. That hand was bigger than my body. It grabbed the three of us and dragged us under the stone coffin. We ran for our lives... we got out... but Old Zhang and the others..."

He covered his face.

Xia En stood up and walked back to the cave entrance.

Ma Xiaoling stood beside him, holding the Demon-Subduing Staff in her hand.

Fang Zijian held the phone, his hand trembling, but he held it very steadily.

"Senior brother, what's next?"

"I don't know. But whatever it is, we have to go down and check it out first."

Xia En took the lollipop out of her mouth and handed it to Ma Xiaoling, saying, "Hold this for me."

Ma Xiaoling took the lollipop and looked at him.

"Senior brother, please be careful."

Xia En nodded and jumped into the cave.

Darkness swallowed him.

Free fall.

The wind howled in my ears, and a chilling aura surged up from below.

He didn't slow down, letting himself fall.

Ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters.

He reached out and patted the cave wall, slowing his descent, before landing steadily.

Ma Xiaoling followed closely behind, landing very lightly with almost no sound.

Fang Zijian was the last to get off. His legs went weak when he landed, and he almost fell, but Ma Xiaoling caught him.

The underground palace was huge, bigger than any I had ever seen before.

The dome is very high, at least thirty meters high, and the four walls are made of natural granite, but the ground is paved with huge bluestone slabs, each slab being two meters square.

In the center of the underground palace, there is a stone coffin. The stone coffin is black and covered with densely packed runes.

The stone coffin was open and empty.

Beneath the sarcophagus, there was a huge crack.

The yin energy flows out from the cracks.

Xia En walked to the edge of the crack and looked down.

Something is moving in the darkness.

It was large and heavy, carrying a sense of oppression that made one's scalp tingle.

Then, a giant hand reached out from the crack.

The hand was even bigger than Zhao Tiejun had described.

His fingers were as thick as tree trunks, his nails were like scimitars, and his skin was dark gray with blood-red lines all over it.

It clung to the edge of the crack and pushed hard.

A head popped out.

The head was bigger than a small car, shaped like a human, but in completely wrong proportions.

The forehead is too high, the chin is too pointed, and the ears are too long.

Its eyes were blood red, without pupils, only two burning lights.

It looked at Shane, its mouth slowly widening to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"The Celestial Masters of Longhu Mountain?"

It spoke, its voice deep and resonant, shaking the stone walls: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Xia En stood still, looking up at it.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Xuan Yin. I am the younger brother of Xuan Ming and Xuan Huang."

Xia En's expression shifted slightly. "How many brothers do you have?"

"Three. My eldest brother is Xuanhuang, my second brother is Xuanming, and I am the third."

Xuan Yin crawled out of the crack, stood up, and was at least five stories tall.

It looked down at Xia En, its blood-red eyes filled with mockery. "You killed my eldest brother and injured my second brother. This debt should be settled today."

Xia En paused for a moment.

"I killed your eldest brother. But I didn't hurt your second brother; he just ran away quickly."

Xuan Yin's eyes changed.

"You're asking for it."

It suddenly swung its right fist, the huge fist carrying a dense yin energy, and its speed was astonishing.

Shane didn't dodge; he stood there, watching the fist get closer and closer. Then he moved.

He took a step and pushed off the ground, charging towards Xuan Yin's fist like a cannonball.

His right fist was clenched tightly, with lightning flashing and golden light flowing across its surface.

"Bang--!!!"

Fists collided.

The shockwave spread in all directions, causing rubble to fall from the stone wall.

The ground cracked, and the bluestone slabs shattered into powder.

Ma Xiaoling took a few steps back, holding the Demon-Subduing Staff in front of her to protect Fang Zijian.

Xuan Yin's fist stopped in mid-air.

It looked down at its fist.

On the fist, the scales shattered, and black blood gushed out.

Shaun's fist was completely unharmed.

"You...how could you..."

"I've practiced."

Xia En landed back on the ground, stretched his wrists, and asked, "What about you? Have you practiced?"

Xuan Yin let out a roar and swung out his other fist.

Xia En pushed off the ground again, this time not to parry, but to charge directly at Xuan Yin's chest.

His right fist was clenched tightly, and the lightning and golden light on the surface of his fist were even stronger.

Overwhelming.

"boom--!!!"

He punched Xuan Yin in the chest.

A golden beam of light pierced through Xuan Yin's body, blasting a huge hole from his chest to his back.

Black blood gushed from the wound, and a chilling aura emanated from it.

Xuan Yin let out a scream and fell backward, crashing into the stone wall, causing the entire underground palace to tremble.

Ma Xiaoling stared wide-eyed with her mouth agape.

Fang Zijian held the phone, his hand trembling, but he held it very steadily.

"Holy shit..." he muttered to himself, "One punch...one punch through..."

Xia En landed back on the ground and looked at the Xuan Yin embedded in the stone wall.

Xuan Yin had a huge hole in his chest, and black blood was flowing all over the ground.

Its body was convulsing, and its blood-red eyes were filled with disbelief and fear.

"You... what kind of monster are you...?"

"I have said before that I am a Taoist master."

Xia En walked up to it, looked up at it, and said, "I killed your eldest brother, Xuanhuang. None of you three brothers are any good fighters."

Xuan Yin opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But Shane didn't give it a chance.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing Xuan Yin's head.

"Five thunder rectification."

"boom--!!!"

Five bolts of lightning erupted from his palms and struck Xuan Yin's head simultaneously.

His head exploded, and black liquid splattered everywhere.

Its body, starting from the head, shattered inch by inch, turning into black powder, which was evaporated into nothingness by the lightning.

The underground palace fell silent.

Xia En withdrew his hand, dusted himself off, and turned to walk towards Ma Xiaoling and Fang Zijian.

Ma Xiaoling stood there, mouth agape, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Fang Zijian held up his phone, which was shaking, but his hand remained steady.

"Senior brother," Ma Xiaoling's voice trembled, "you just... punched right through it."

"Um."

"Its body... was five stories tall... and you punched it through..."

"Um."

"How did you do that?"

Xia En thought for a moment, "He's strong."

Ma Xiaoling fell silent.

Looking at Xia En, she suddenly realized that this senior brother was beyond what could be described as "strong".

He is a strong, abnormal man.

Fang Zijian put down his phone and took a deep breath.

"Shane, I filmed your punch just now. The slow-motion replay clearly shows how your fist passed through its body."

Xia En glanced at him.

"Don't send it out."

Why?

"Because I don't want the whole world to know that I can punch through a five-story-high monster. Otherwise, everyone will come to me to fight these things, and I won't be able to handle them all."

Fang Zijian thought for a moment, then put his phone away. "You're right."

They crawled out of the underground palace.

Chen Guodong and his men were guarding the cave entrance. When they saw Xia En come out, they quickly went to greet him.

"Master Xia, that thing down there..."

"He's dead."

"How did he die?"

Xia En thought for a moment. "Killed with one punch."

Chen Guodong fell silent.

He looked at Xia En, his lips twitching. "A punch?"

"One punch."

Chen Guodong took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay. I'll go write the report."

Xia En walked past him and headed towards the car.

Ma Xiaoling followed behind him for a few steps, then suddenly spoke. "Senior brother."

"Um?"

"That punch you just threw was so cool."

Xia En glanced at her.

"What's the use of being handsome? Can you eat it?"

Ma Xiaoling smiled.

"Yes. It can be eaten. If the video of your punch were released, it would be worth at least a hundred million."

Xia En stopped and looked at her. "One hundred million?"

"Yes. On current short video platforms, a single viral video can generate hundreds of thousands in revenue. If you add in Google revenue sharing, business partnerships, and merchandise, a hundred million is not a dream."

Xia En paused for a moment. "Are you sure?"

"Confirmed. I am a descendant of the Ma family of the Exorcist Dragon Clan. I'm not only good at catching ghosts, I'm also good at business."

Xia En thought for a moment, then looked at Fang Zijian.

"Fang Zijian, don't delete that video. I've changed my mind."

Fang Zijian was taken aback.

"Didn't you say you didn't want the whole world to know?"

"One hundred million. You distribute it for me, and we split the profits. You get three, I get seven."

Fang Zijian opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

Ma Xiaoling laughed beside her.

"Senior brother, you're too ruthless. A 30/70 split? You get 70% and he gets 30%?"

"I got the punch, so of course I'll take seven."

Fang Zijian gritted his teeth. "Okay. I'll send it."

That evening, Fang Zijian posted the video online.

The title is:

"Shane punched through a five-story-high monster. It wasn't special effects; it was real."

In the video, Shane stands in the center of the underground palace. A monster five stories tall throws a punch at him. Shane leaps up and punches through the monster's chest.

In slow motion, you can clearly see his fist piercing through scales, flesh, and bones, exiting from his back.

Golden lightning flashed at the wound, and black blood splattered.

The comments section exploded.

"Holy crap! A monster that punches through a five-story building? Is that even possible for a human?"

"I watched the slow-motion replay ten times, and each time it gave me goosebumps."

"Wait, how come this young Taoist priest is all muscle? He punched through a demon, how much strength does that take?"

"The Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain truly lives up to its reputation."

"Shane: I used lightning magic to give you face. I used my fists because I didn't want to give you face."

When the news reached Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jingxuan was meditating in the back hall.

Zhang Jingqing rushed in with her phone and showed him the video.

After reading it, Zhang Jingxuan remained silent for a long time. Then he opened his eyes and smiled.

"This kid has gotten stronger again."

Zhang Jingqing sighed from the side.

"Master, my junior brother... he punched through a five-story-high demon. This is something no human could do."

Zhang Jingxuan looked out the window at Longhu Mountain, where the moonlight was very bright.

"He was not an ordinary human being from the very beginning."

The Taoist community has been in turmoil lately.

No, to be precise, it's the Taoist sect that's been too lively lately.

It all started with the video that Fang Zijian posted.

A video of Shane punching a monster that's five stories tall.

That video has been viewed over 200 million times online, and it's not just ordinary people watching it, but also people from the Taoist community.

Moreover, they observed more carefully, more attentively, and with greater trepidation than ordinary people.

The disciples of Maoshan slowed down the video tenfold and analyzed it frame by frame.

"The lightning on his fist indicates he used lightning magic. The golden light surrounding the lightning indicates he used the Golden Body Technique. His punch combines lightning magic and defensive spells; this isn't just a simple physical technique, this is..."

The analyst paused, swallowed hard, and said, "This is a fusion of magic and martial arts."

The disciples of Qingcheng created a 3D model of the video and analyzed the power of Xia En's punch.

The conclusion was that the force of that punch was equivalent to a truck traveling at 200 kilometers per hour crashing into a steel plate half a meter thick.

But that's not the scariest part. The scariest part is that he threw the punch in mid-air.

There are no leverage points, no running start distance, and you have to rely entirely on your core and arm strength.

The doctoral student who was modeling the file fell silent, then deleted the modeling file.

"This kind of thing shouldn't exist."

The person involved, Xia En.

Right now, I'm lying in the courtyard of Qingheju, sucking on a lollipop, staring blankly at the sky.

Ma Xiaoling was practicing her kung fu, Fang Zijian was scrolling through his phone, Liu Ruyan was reading a book, Shen Ye was dozing off, and Cuihua was sunbathing.

Everything was calm until Zhang Jingqing called.

"Junior brother, something's happened."

Xia En took the lollipop out of her mouth. "What is it?"

Do you remember the martial arts tournament for the younger generation of the Taoist sect?

"I remember. It's held every three years for young disciples from different sects to exchange skills. What's wrong?"

"This year's event will be held at Longhu Mountain. It starts tomorrow."

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