My cells devour all worlds.

Everyone watched as the tall figure didn't respond to anyone, but simply found an empty table in the hall, sat down, and casually ordered some food.

When the waiter brought the food, he didn't say anything and just sat there quietly.

It seems to be waiting for something.

It was clear that many people in Lanyue Tower had heard of the rumors about Wanfa Shura.

While talking to his neighbor about Wanfa Shura's achievements, he stared curiously at the tall figure.

I want to know what the other person will do next.

Could it be that we'll witness a showdown between top-tier masters today?

It's so exciting to think about.

Even if I die this time...

Many people share similar thoughts, but some can't help but have doubts.

At one of the tables, two men who appeared to be brothers were whispering to each other.

"Brother, is that really the Myriad Laws Asura?"

"It's almost certainly true. Didn't you see him knock Xu Ling back with a single palm strike? And that ten-foot-tall figure... find me another one like that."

"That's true..."

The younger brother was about to agree with the older brother when, in a casual glance, he suddenly noticed a table in the corner.

He paused for a moment, then pointed and said, "...Isn't there one over there?"

The elder brother looked in the direction his younger brother was pointing and was also taken aback.

He indeed saw a burly man who, just sitting down, was much taller than the little old man sitting next to him.

His figure was not much different from that tall, masked figure.

He looked very young and was listening to the old man next to him rambling on and on.

Several tables next to the two were occupied by regulars of Lan Yue Lou, some of whom recognized the old man and noticed the situation there.

One of them joked, "Hey, old man Chen, where did you get this young man? Is he trying to trick someone into learning your fake skills again?"

Old Chen, interrupted, bristled and glared, "What's cheating? What's ripping someone off? What's a fake skill?"

"My Chen family's Zhenyue Kung Fu is a genuine top-tier martial art. When my great-grandfather was alive, he was a renowned expert throughout the martial arts world..."

Those around them rolled their eyes; they'd heard that countless times and were thoroughly tired of it.

"Stop, stop, stop. After saying so much, have you even mastered it yourself?"

Old Chen suddenly looked as if he had been choked, his face turning red as he argued, "I...it's not that I lack talent..."

"Is it that you lack talent? Or is it that your martial arts are inadequate? So many people have tried, yet not a single one has succeeded. I think the problem lies with the martial arts you passed down..."

The onlookers were immediately amused.

Old Man Chen's real name is Chen Liang, and his ancestors did indeed produce a famous figure in the martial arts world.

At first, they were very tempted when they heard this, and spent a lot of money to buy the so-called Chen Family Zhenyue Skill from Chen Liang.

As a result, it was impossible to train successfully. Not only were the conditions harsh, but the training methods were also quite unusual.

Not only did they have to spend a lot of money to buy rare medicinal materials, but they also had to endure training methods that could cripple them.

Where can I train?

Some reckless individuals actually tried it out, but not only did they not achieve any results, they also wasted money and injured their bodies.

Since then, not many people have bought Chen Liang's secret manuals, even though he has been lowering the price.

At best, they can only fool the naive newcomers.

"Nonsense, nonsense, it's clearly...it's clearly because they lack talent..."

After thinking for a long time, Chen Liang could only come up with this one sentence.

After saying that, he quickly turned to the young man beside him and said, "Young man, don't listen to their nonsense. There is absolutely no problem with my Chen Family's Zhenyue Kung Fu."

"Just because others can't doesn't mean you can't. I see you have extraordinary talent; you're absolutely a martial arts prodigy, one in a million. If you were to master my Chen family's Zhenyue Gong..."

Someone nearby couldn't help but interject, "You say that to everyone."

"..."

Lu Sheng was somewhat speechless. He put down his teacup and asked directly, "How much?"

That's right, the burly man was Lu Sheng in disguise.

How could he possibly feel at ease knowing that Shen Qingshu was away on a long trip?

He just didn't expect that the place they came from would coincide with his.

And just as he caught the imposter, Fairy Lan Yue also returned—truly a double blessing.

The old man next to him was a bit talkative, disturbing his enjoyment of the show.

Lu Sheng happened to find it somewhat interesting, so he decided to buy a copy and take a look.

"Young man, don't... eh?"

Chen Liang suddenly realized what he was saying halfway through, and immediately beamed with joy, "Only one... one hundred taels of silver, but... since you seem to have a connection with me today, I'll just take ten taels."

As he spoke, he skillfully pulled out a brand-new manual from his pocket.

Lu Sheng casually tossed a silver ingot over.

Chen Liang took it, weighed it in his hand, and his smile widened.

He pushed the manual towards Lu Sheng, then stood up and said, "Then I won't bother you any longer. I wish you a speedy mastery of this divine skill, young brother."

After saying that, Chen Liang turned around and found an empty table, stopped a passing waiter, and ordered a table full of wine and dishes.

Lu Sheng picked up the book Chen Liang had given him, but before he could even open it, the person at the next table shook his head and whispered, "Young man, you've been fooled. You can buy it for one or two taels of silver outside."

"..."

Lu Sheng wouldn't go so far as to ask for a refund.

He had already noticed something was wrong in his quick glance.

All that martial arts training wasn't for nothing; Lu Sheng is no longer the novice he once was.

He immediately recognized the feasibility of Chen's Zhenyue Gong.

Although the training methods are quite harmful to the body and require a lot of medicinal herbs for nourishment, one careless mistake can leave hidden injuries.

This is something that only extraordinary people can master.

But none of this was a problem for him.

Moreover, the Zhenyue Skill is not like the Iron Wall Skill, which focuses entirely on defense. Instead, it emphasizes the word "suppress" while maintaining defense.

This is a martial art that utilizes a strong body to fight enemies.

It's far better than the straightforward Iron Wall Kung Fu.

If Yue Shan had learned this martial art, he wouldn't have been able to defeat his opponent so easily that day.

And another thing, there's even a method for explaining the spirit later on!

This was the first time Lu Sheng had ever seen this.

If this isn't fake, it's definitely something extraordinary!

Lu Sheng immediately became engrossed in the text, mentally deducing how to integrate it into his own martial arts.

He only looked up when the noise in the hall returned.

He had been keeping a close eye on that "Ten Thousand Laws Asura," wanting to see what the other party was planning.

The Myriad Laws Asura remained untouched by the items on the table, and no one arrived.

On the contrary, the surrounding martial arts figures couldn't help but strike up a conversation and flatter him, trying to get close to this newly promoted master.

Just as the people at the next table were playing their tune with great enthusiasm...

A loud, cold snort suddenly came from upstairs, accompanied by a rough voice, "Just a coward hiding his face, what kind of hero is he, worthy of your praise?"

Everyone looked up.

From a window on the third floor, a man in a tight-fitting outfit stood with his arms crossed, looking disdainful.

His muscles bulged, and he carried a large sword at his waist, much wider than the average blade.

This distinctive feature quickly led many people to recognize his identity.

"Zhao Mang, the 'Mountain-Splitter,' is a well-known second-rate expert. This is going to be a good show."

Everyone turned their attention to Wanfa Xiuluo, wanting to see how he would react.

The previously silent Wanfa Shura finally made its move.

He stood up, his hollow gaze beneath the mask fixed on Zhao Mang, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger: "Since you want to see my skills, then I'll grant your wish. I happen to be somewhat interested in the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber in your hand. Have you prepared the saber manual?"

Zhao Mang snorted coldly, "If you have the guts, then come and take it."

Having said that, he leaped out like a tiger descending a mountain, jumped down from the other window, and headed straight for the open space outside.

Without uttering a word, Wanfa Xiuluo moved swiftly, arriving at Zhao Mang's room and following him.

"Quick, let's go check it out!!"

Upon seeing this, everyone in the hall was thrilled and rushed to the windows and squeezed outside.