I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"I don't drink alcohol, thank you."

Lu Ban poured himself a cup of tea and sat down at the table.

"Brother Lu, you're riding high this time. You've practically got the position of Xuanjun."

"Seventh Master sighed."

"really."

Lu Ban agreed with what the other person said.

"...Do you know about the upcoming project?"

Seventh Master decided to change the subject.

"Please enlighten me, Seventh Master?"

Lu Ban asked.

"The third item is to retrieve an object. There is a temple on a higher mountain, where a token is placed. Whoever retrieves it in the shortest time will get the highest score."

"The fourth item is enlightenment. When facing the token, whoever can perceive a deeper level of understanding will get a high score."

"The last event is the real competition, but I've heard that usually it doesn't even get to this stage. The position of Xuanjun can be determined in the first few rounds."

Seventh Master explained patiently.

"Too."

Lu Ban nodded.

Given the current situation, as long as Lu Ban stays calm, he can basically finish the Xuanjun competition in the third or fourth round, so there's no need for him to have a friendly spar.

When it came to a real sparring match, Lu Ban wasn't afraid of anyone.

He felt that given the skill level of these Jiushu disciples, he wouldn't be afraid of the rest of them attacking him together.

"This is also to prevent disputes. If a fight breaks out, it will inevitably damage the harmony."

Shi Buwen picked up the cup, glanced at the somewhat cloudy wine inside, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Actually, the fourth item is the most important."

"Why do you say that?"

Lu Ban was curious.

"The token of enlightenment is an item left behind by the original Xuanjun. The amount of enlightenment one can gain from it represents the degree of affinity with the position of Xuanjun. Generally speaking, the person with the highest level of enlightenment can establish a connection with Xuanjun and be appointed by Xuanjun to become the next one."

Shi Buwen explained calmly.

Lu Ban suppressed the urge to recite a poem and continued to press for answers.

"By being appointed by the Mystic Lord, could it be that the original Mystic Lord is still alive?"

"No."

Seventh Master filled Shi Buwen's small wine cup and said leisurely.

"Xuanjun initially comprehended the Nine Streams and passed it down. Although he himself has passed away, his will has survived through his secret techniques, guiding future generations in the dark."

"That's amazing?"

Lu Ban felt that such beings, who were dead but not stiff and whose consciousness persisted, were probably not good things when they were alive. They were likely severely polluted and relied on the pollution to prolong their lives, integrating their will into knowledge.

Not to mention Xuanjun. If his writings truly inspired Daoist Heming, then Xuanjun's own corruption must have been far more serious than Daoist Heming's.

Lu Ban began to ponder why he hadn't noticed such a being if it had always existed in the Jiangcheng Mountains and had arrived in modern times.

"Hehe, you have the opportunity to become a Mystic Lord. At that time, you may be able to witness it."

Shi Buwen chuckled.

The night in Jiangcheng Mountain was quiet; nothing unexpected happened, and it was a peaceful night.

The next morning, Lu Ban woke up and stepped out of his room to see Dai Yuanyang walking aggressively toward him.

"How dare you..."

He muttered to himself as he crossed his arms, preparing to fight Lu Ban.

Lu Ban raised his hand, materializing a silver fountain pen [Last Words].

Dai Yuanyang stopped and kept his distance from Lu Ban.

"You attacked me outside of the competition, which shows a lack of martial ethics. You should be punished and expelled from this Xuanjun competition!"

Dai Yuanyang said righteously.

"Oh."

Lu Ban responded.

Then, taking another step forward, he wrote a few words on Dai Yuanyang's forehead as he struggled.

[Fainted and collapsed to the ground].

A moment later, Dai Yuanyang lost consciousness.

Lu Ban dragged Dai Yuanyang to his room, locked the door from the outside, and quietly left.

As soon as he locked the door, Lu Ban noticed that Du Ming was looking at him with a strange expression.

"Was that just now...?"

No.

Lu Ban denied it.

"I think I saw..."

Du Ming hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"You didn't see it."

Lu Ban offered a reminder, revealing a kind smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Lu."

Du Ming then greeted them.

Chapter 566 Tokens

Several people gathered together.

"Huh? Dai Yuanyang is still not awake?"

He Chong didn't see Dai Yuanyang, so he asked.

"Maybe."

Lu Ban replied.

"Since he's not coming, we don't need to pay any attention to him. If he doesn't show up by the end of the competition, we'll consider it a forfeit."

Du Ming echoed.

Lu Ban looked at him with satisfaction.

The others didn't say anything. Dai Yuanyang hadn't intended anything good to begin with, and it was only because these people followed tradition that they didn't expel him. But everyone was still happy that someone as unreasonable as Lu Ban had taken action to punish him.

It's like watching someone else's naughty kids causing trouble during Chinese New Year, but you can only stand by and watch because you're afraid of getting into trouble. Suddenly, a hot-tempered guy rushes out and teaches the naughty kids a lesson. Even the parents of the naughty kids get a mixed doubles beating and are still dealt with. Although the hot-tempered guy's behavior may not be very good, it's satisfying to watch.

The group walked up the mountain path.

This section of the mountain road was no longer obstructed by the formation and was completely unobstructed.

Only when the temperature gets hotter and hotter does the humid air get inhaled into the lungs, causing the body temperature to rise.

Many people were already sweating profusely and their faces were flushed after just a few steps.

People like Master Qi get exhausted after walking just a few steps.

Blind Zhang, on the other hand, climbed the steep mountain path step by step, just like a person with perfect eyesight, without even breaking a sweat.

Tang Que was only slightly sweaty, and a few strands of her hair were damp and stuck to her cheeks, which made her look even more charming.

Lu Ban saw nothing.

As for He Chong and Du Ming, they were people with average physical strength who walked slowly due to the humid and hot air.

Shi Buwen seemed to be well-adapted to the climate and walked at the front.

Soon, the group arrived at a temple located near the top of the mountain.

The temple has some Buddhist features, but it looks quite strange. When I went inside, I saw that statue of Fang Geng again.

This time, however, the stone statue was even more inhuman. The previous one was still wearing clothes and only the body was human-like. This time, even the body had turned into a shape surrounded by tentacles. The lifelike appearance was terrifying. Even people like Jiuliu who had been exposed to the strange in their daily lives felt an instinctive discomfort and disgust when they saw this statue.

Lu Ban became increasingly suspicious of what Xuan Jun really was.

On the altar of the statue, there was a cylindrical container, no bigger than a small wine vessel, but it didn't look like a cup. There was a hole on one side, probably for holding something.

The area around the altar was empty, with only a charred mark on the ground separating it from the outside world.

"Whoever can obtain this token in the shortest time wins this round."

"Seventh Master said."

The group looked at each other, but none of them volunteered.

"I'll give it a try first."

Seeing that no one else had taken the initiative, Tang Que spoke first.

She arrived near the altar, lit an incense stick as required, glanced at the charred line, and then prepared to step over it.

But the instant she stepped across, some force rose up and blocked her from the outside.

"Ok?"

Tang Que paused, then raised his hand.

In an instant, her muscles swelled, and her hand seemed to expand several times its original size as her fist slammed into the invisible barrier.

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