One person said: The essence of Wuhou Qimen lies not in Qimen, but in Wuhou.

At the very front of the crowd, Zhuge Gong stood there blankly.

The current patriarch of the Wuhou Sect, renowned throughout the Chinese community of extraordinary individuals, was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if he were working a bellows.

He looked at the two people facing off on the sidelines, and his mind went completely blank!

Before the crowd in the stands could recover from their utterly absurd astonishment—

"Buzz—!!"

The once empty, bluish-gray stone walls surrounding the training ground suddenly underwent a strange change!

There was no earth-shattering roar, nor any violent light tearing through the sky; only a pure, condensed, almost tangible, transparent flow of Qi, like an ancient, slumbering spirit quietly opening its eyes from the depths of the earth.

Twenty black figures, scattered in the absolute blind spots outside the martial arts arena, simultaneously channeled their surging true qi into the underground nano-refining array plate with extremely precise tactical frequency within the same microsecond!

"Rumble..."

A deep, resonant earthly energy echoed from within the main peak of the entire back mountain.

In an instant, a semi-transparent force field barrier that stretched to the heavens and the earth rose up from the ground, like a huge glass cage overturned between heaven and earth, completely peeling away the space within a radius of hundreds of meters from nature at a speed of milliseconds!

"Heavenly Evolution - Sealing Spirit Micro-Form Array"!

A national-level miracle seamlessly forged from modern cutting-edge quantum frequency interference and orthodox Taoist mountain-sealing restrictions!

Wang Ai and Lü Ci in the stands subconsciously looked up and saw that the surging clouds and the rising sun above the martial arts arena were strangely distorted into honeycomb-shaped spots of light under the refraction of the semi-transparent barrier.

The sound, temperature, airflow, and even the natural flow of spiritual energy in the entire space were forcibly cut off and locked by the twenty top soldiers of the entire army using military technology at this moment!

What's even more chilling is that this vast array not only isolates it from all outside prying eyes, but also constructs a human-shaped protective barrier that flows like water right in front of the arena's stands, perfectly protecting Zhao Fangxu, Zhuge Gong, Lu Jin, and the other spectators in an absolutely safe, independent dimension.

When gods fight, mortals must retreat.

The fangs that the state apparatus bared at this moment, even if it was just a supplementary sealing formation, were enough to make all the old-school tyrants present feel genuine fear.

It was at the very moment this space was completely sealed off that Zhuge Ming, who was standing in the middle of the field, slowly turned around.

His gaze pierced through the defensive barrier with its water-ripple texture, not lingering on Zhao Fangxu, nor on the horrified elders of the Ten Elders, but instead traversing the long void, landing steadily on the middle-aged man with slightly graying temples at the edge of the stands.

Zhuge Gong.

His father.

The cold, sharp edge deep in Zhuge Ming's eyes softened subtly for a moment when it touched his father's face.

I have been in this world full of strange and supernatural abilities for more than twenty years.

He was never some possessed ghost, but a real person born from infancy, living a second life on this land.

The man standing in the stands before him, his expression a mixture of panic and utter shock, was his very father, whom he had been born to command.

In Zhuge Ming's long childhood memories, his father, Zhuge Gong, was always the most dignified yet warmest figure in the clan.

When he was ten years old, when he displayed unparalleled comprehension, surpassing all others in the Wuhou School for thousands of years, and grasped the threshold of the Eight Trigrams of the Earth and the Samadhi True Fire overnight, his father Zhuge Gong's calloused hands trembled so much that he could not even hold a teacup steadily.

That night, my father knelt alone before the memorial tablet of Marquis Wu in the ancestral hall, tears streaming down his face. He kowtowed one hundred and eight times, repeatedly chanting the same sentence: "Our ancestors have shown their power... Our Marquis Wu faction has finally welcomed its true restorer..."

His father devoted his entire life to cultivating him, treating him as the future supreme leader of the Wuhou School.

However, I ultimately failed to live up to the grand aspirations bestowed upon me by my traditional clan.

In the year he was born, after seeing through the illusion of the fighting and killing in the world of supernatural beings and the grand path of being bound to the "system", he resolutely bid farewell to the deep mansion of his family and stepped into the vast torrent of the system.

From then on, returning home became a luxury that could only be done once a year, and the heavy burden of clan inheritance was ruthlessly dumped back onto the shoulders of his father and elder brother, Zhuge Qing.

Everyone knows that Zhuge Ming is a young and promising pillar of the state, whose wisdom is unfathomable; everyone respects him for his power of life and death, whose words carry the weight of the law; but only in front of his family and clan, and in the heart of his father Zhuge Gong, lies a great regret that he can never let go of—no one in the world knows how far Zhuge Ming has mastered the Wuhou Qimen Dunjia; the family’s proud lineage of martial arts for thousands of years seems to have been reduced to an insignificant footnote in the hands of his most outstanding son.

Today, he is about to complete his current task and return to Beijing to report on his work.

Before bidding farewell to this rough and tumble world, he had to give his father, who had silently watched over him all his life, a dignified and upright explanation!

"Father."

Zhuge Ming spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but in the empty training ground, aided by the vibrations of the breeze, it penetrated the protective barrier with remarkable clarity and steadiness, echoing in Zhuge Gong's ears:

"My son has been away from home for more than ten years to pursue a political career, and has not been able to serve you day and night, to bring you joy and fulfill your filial duties. I have failed your earnest teachings."

Your life's pursuit was solely focused on the rise and fall of the Wuhou School of Taoism.

Zhuge Ming slightly turned his body, slowly adjusted his cuffs, and gazed intently at the sky, his words as sharp as metal striking the ground:

"Today, before this hall full of extraordinary figures and luminaries, I, your son, will use my martial arts skills to seek guidance from the venerable Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

"And I urge you, the current patriarch of the Zhuge Liang school... to personally witness whether the extraordinary methods passed down by Zhuge Liang can... truly suppress the legacy of this world!!"

boom!

These words were like an invisible thunderbolt from the heavens, instantly creating a raging storm in Zhuge Gong's mind!

The usually stern and unsmiling leader of the Wuhou School began to tremble violently.

He looked at his son, whose back was tall and proud, standing on the sidelines. In an instant, his eyes turned red and hot tears welled up uncontrollably!

"Ming'er...you..."

Zhuge Gong gripped the hem of his robe tightly, letting out a low growl that was almost a sob.

He finally understood.

This second son, who was precocious and insightful from a young age and whose mind was as deep as the sea, never forgot his roots and never disrespected the legacy of the Marquis of Wu! He wanted to use the most extreme and brilliant battle in this top-secret world sealed by the national formation to completely nail the backbone of the Marquis of Wu to the highest peak of the world of supernatural beings!

"Okay...okay! Great!!"

Zhuge Gong suddenly straightened his spine, raised his head and chest, and pressed his hands firmly on the stone steps of the stands. His bloodshot eyes burst forth with unparalleled pride and ecstasy, and even his voice trembled slightly.

"Prime Minister above... Ancestors of Zhuge Liang above! Today, witness the power of my son, Zhuge Ming!!"

Zhuge Qing, standing beside him, took a deep breath, his slightly hunched back straightening like a spear, his eyes sparkling with endless longing; Zhuge Bai clenched his small fists, his face filled with almost godlike worship for his older brother; and Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan, standing behind, were completely overwhelmed by this overwhelming surge of heroic spirit, their mouths agape, unable to utter a single word.

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(See you in a few hours, let's get started! Finally finished writing it, feels pretty good~ hehe!)