One person: Senior Brother Zhang Zhiwei, who has mastered the Golden Light Mantra to its fullest lev

“Back then, knowing that his time was coming to an end, he sealed all his insights into the ‘Qi Body Source Flow’ in his life, along with his most fundamental wisp of innate Qi, in something and entrusted it to me.”

As Zhang Yunyuan spoke, he slowly opened his right hand.

On his palm, a tiny crystal, no bigger than a fingernail, floated silently.

As soon as the crystal appeared, it seemed to devour a sliver of the surrounding light, emitting a faint yet incredibly profound and mysterious aura.

"This...this is..."

Zhang Chulan's breathing instantly became heavy, and his eyes were fixed on the crystal, unable to look away even a fraction.

He could feel that the Golden Light Mantra within his body, upon seeing the crystal, began to operate uncontrollably, emitting a series of joyful hums, as if a wanderer had found his way home.

Zhang Yunyuan nodded.

"This is the origin of the 'Qi Body Source Flow'."

"According to Senior Brother Huaiyi's last wishes, this thing should have belonged to you."

"Now, I will pass it on to you."

As Zhang Yunyuan spoke, he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched the crystal.

The crystal instantly transformed into a pure, chaotic stream of light, which swiftly entered Zhang Chulan's brow.

Zhang Chulan felt as if a million thunderbolts were exploding in his mind at the same time.

A mighty, vast torrent of information, seemingly containing the primordial mysteries of the beginning of time, surged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

At the same time, an extremely pure innate Qi, seemingly of the same origin as his bloodline, exploded in his dantian, rapidly merging and intertwining with the Golden Light Mantra Qi he had cultivated.

Zhang Chulan was overjoyed. He immediately sat down cross-legged, trying to understand and circulate this suddenly appearing, incredibly powerful force.

However, a strange scene happened.

No matter how he tried, the primordial energy originating from Zhang Huaiyi remained like a sleeping dragon, quietly coiled in his dantian, showing no response to the calls of his "new master."

The insights and methods about the "source and flow of Qi" that flooded his mind were like a scripture written in a celestial book that he could not understand at all. He could "see" every word, but he could not understand any of its meaning.

"What...what's going on?"

Zhang Chulan was sweating profusely with anxiety. He tried several times, but the result was always the same.

The feeling was like someone who hadn't eaten for three days, with a Manchu Han Imperial Feast laid out in front of them, only to find their mouth sewn shut—it was so frustrating it almost made them want to vomit blood.

"Don't waste your efforts."

Zhang Yunyuan's voice rang out at just the right moment.

"This is the last test your grandfather set for you, and also the last talisman for your protection."

Zhang Chulan suddenly raised his head, his face full of confusion.

"He placed a bloodline restriction on this inheritance."

Zhang Yunyuan explained.

"It is impossible for anyone who is not a descendant of the Zhang family to solve this problem, even with great perseverance and wisdom."

"In other words, this is something that only you, through your own efforts and understanding, can truly master. Any external help will only backfire."

Zhang Yunyuan looked at Zhang Chulan's face, which was full of disappointment, smiled, and continued.

"Although I could forcibly help you break this restriction, doing so would go against Senior Brother Huaiyi's original intention."

"Secondly..."

His eyes sharpened.

"For you now, possessing a treasure is a crime."

"You haven't even fully mastered your own half-baked Golden Light Mantra and Thunder Techniques, yet you dare to touch this hot potato, 'Qi Body Source Flow'?"

"Have you forgotten how the Lü and Wang families came to you?"

"With this restriction in place, at least until you truly grow up, no one can take this inheritance from you. It is actually your best protection."

Zhang Chulan remained silent after hearing this.

The disappointment in his heart was gradually replaced by a sense of enlightenment.

The young master is right.

Grandpa is right.

Even if I were to truly master the Qi Source Flow with my current strength, what then?

It only brought him a more frantic pursuit and made him follow in his grandfather's footsteps sooner.

Having figured this out, Zhang Chulan's restless heart finally calmed down.

He bowed deeply to Zhang Yunyuan once again.

"Young Master, I... understand."

His eyes no longer held any侥幸 (a sense of luck or chance) or 赌机 (a sense of opportunism); instead, they held an unprecedented and unwavering flame.

Since there are no shortcuts, we should use the most basic method, taking one step at a time, to walk our own path.

One day, he will rely on his own strength to unlock this legacy with dignity.

Then, go and explore all the truths buried under the dust of history!

Chapter 182 Quanxing Attacks the Mountain, Cries of Battle Rise All Around

Inside the quiet room, the candlelight flickered gently, casting long shadows of Zhang Yunyuan and Zhang Chulan onto the ancient wall.

The ecstatic joy Zhang Chulan felt at obtaining the "Qi Body Source Flow" and the frustration he felt at being unable to break the restriction were like two raging torrents colliding wildly in his heart, stirring his mind and making it difficult for him to calm down.

Looking at the excessively young advisor before him, he felt that the other was shrouded in an unfathomable mist, mysterious, powerful, yet possessing a reassuring intimacy.

In this rare, slightly relaxed atmosphere between the two, a sudden change occurred!

"kill--!"

A battle cry that seemed to tear the sky apart rose up from the foot of the mountain without warning!

The sound was not the roar of one person, but a cacophony of hundreds and thousands of voices, filled with madness and violence, like a sudden crimson wave that instantly swept across the tranquil Longhu Mountain!

Immediately afterwards, several terrifying auras rose into the sky like smoke from different directions, from the foot of the mountain, the mountainside, and even the back of the mountain!

Every aura was powerful and domineering, filled with undisguised aggression and destructive intent. Its strength steadily surpassed the pinnacle realm and reached the legendary peak of the acquired realm!

Inside the quiet room, the candlelight flickered violently, nearly going out, due to the sudden surge of energy.

Zhang Chulan's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He felt a chilling coldness shoot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, making his blood seem to freeze.

Each of those auras was more powerful than any expert he had ever seen, so powerful that he couldn't even muster the thought of resisting.

That was a gap as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

Zhang Yunyuan's eyes turned cold in that instant.

He slowly stood up, his gaze piercing through the walls of the quiet room, looking down the mountain. For the first time, a cold, tangible killing intent ignited in those eyes that were always as calm as an ancient well.

The door to the quiet room was violently slammed open from the outside in an almost barbaric manner.

Master Rongshan stumbled in, his once neat Taoist robe now disheveled in the chaos, and his usually dignified face was filled with disbelief, terror, and horror.

Before he could even catch his breath, he shouted at Zhang Yunyuan and Zhang Chulan in an almost screaming, distorted voice:

"Something's wrong! Junior Master! The Quanxing...the Quanxing are attacking the mountain!"

Zhang Chulan was stunned upon hearing this, and then a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

Are those Quanxing lunatics out of their minds? They dare to attack Longhu Mountain?

This is the ancestral temple of Taoism, where the Celestial Master resides. Are they here to be reincarnated as a group?

However, Zhang Yunyuan's brows furrowed tightly.

What was the rationale for Quanxing attacking the mountain?

Indeed, after the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, all the eyes of extraordinary people in the world were focused on this place, and the defenses on the mountain were somewhat relaxed as various factions left one after another.

But this is by no means a reason for the entire sect to turn out in droves to their deaths.

After all, without Gong Qing as an inside man, Tian Jinzhong would have had no idea about the secrets of the Jia Shen Rebellion.

What are they after?

In Zhang Yunyuan's mind, the terrifying aura of those several soaring peak acquired experts suddenly flashed through his mind.

He understood instantly.

Those who came were not just Quanxing!

Those auras were something that the rabble of the Quanxing sect could never possess.

Their goal was by no means as simple as just conquering the mountain.

They came for something!

"Celestial Master's Salvation..."

"Or...me?"

A cold, knowing glint flashed in Zhang Yunyuan's eyes.

Without further hesitation, he made a decisive move and sternly shouted at Zhang Chulan, who was still in a daze:

"Chu Lan, go find Feng Baobao! She will protect you!"

"And what about you, Master Zhang?" Zhang Chulan asked anxiously.

A sinister smile curled at the corner of Zhang Yunyuan's mouth.

"I'll go and meet these reckless guests."

Before he finished speaking, his figure swayed slightly and disappeared from the spot, as if he had never been there at all.

The next moment, he appeared atop the highest hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The night wind howled, blowing his wide Taoist robe.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sharp as lightning, overlooking the entire Longhu Mountain, which was now engulfed in flames and carnage.