Walnut used me to boost her sales performance.

However, he began to doubt whether he could learn the martial arts of immortals.

His talent is lacking. No matter how hard he tries or how fast he throws his punches, he can't achieve the kind of invisible punches that immortals can deliver, striking from a distance.

His comprehension was also insufficient, and he could not perceive the wonders of it like the senior brother who had been there for a while.

It was precisely because he felt ashamed of his own appearance that he deliberately practiced in a distant place to avoid hearing the immortals' sighs.

"So what exactly are those trials that take you to heaven and earth?" Jiang Bai asked curiously.

“‘Going to heaven’ means ascending to the floating island located above Qingyun Peak.”

"There's actually a floating island above Qingyun Peak?" Hu Tao looked up at the top of Jueyun Peak, but it was obscured by thick clouds and mist, so nothing could be seen.

Even she had never heard of any record of this.

“Yes. It is clearly described in the diaries passed down from my ancestors.” Wu Cong nodded, speaking with considerable certainty.

"The floating island is hidden in the clouds. To make it appear, you must first climb to the top of the three towering peaks nearby and activate the mechanism. After activation, you need to return to the summit of Qingyun Peak and find the path hidden in the clouds leading upwards..."

"That sounds really difficult..." Hu Tao exclaimed.

She knew how steep the mountains were. Some of the peaks were like sharp swords piercing the sky, perpendicular to the ground at a 90-degree angle. There was no way to climb up; to reach the summit, one could only climb up the rocks little by little.

“Yes! It took my fathers three whole years to complete this trial…” Wu Cong said with a sigh.

Back then, there were no such things as wind wings. The phrase "as difficult as climbing to heaven" is not an exaggeration at all.

But even after reaching the "heaven," they were trapped on the "earth."

"What about the land?"

Wu Cong shook his head. There wasn't much recorded in the diary, so they probably hadn't found it either.

"I see..."

As the group chatted, they soon spotted the thatched cottage standing in the mountains.

The hut was built in a very simple way, consisting of several wooden houses joined together and covered with a thick layer of thatch.

In front of the house, a man stood there, not making any movements, but making "humming and hawing" noises, as if he were practicing diligently.

An old man wearing a straw hat, with a slightly hunched posture and a short sword hanging at his waist, was pointing things out to him and occasionally saying things like "concentrate."

"True Lord, I've brought some friends with me!" Wu Cong said, drawing their attention.

The old man raised his head, his straw hat fluttered, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

Although he looked old, his every move exuded vigor and confidence, clearly indicating that he was an extraordinary person.

He stepped forward, glanced at the two men, and said:

"I observe that these two young friends possess extraordinary physiques and remarkable spirits. Could it be that they have also heard of my great name and have come to seek my unparalleled martial arts techniques?"

Jiang Bai's lips twitched. How could this old man look at his bruised and swollen face and say the words "extraordinary spirit"?

"You must be the Thunderbolt Monarch! I've long admired your name!"

Jiang Bai was still complaining in his heart when Hu Tao had already approached him with a grin, as if she had spotted a high-quality customer, and pulled out her flyer.

"Wang Sheng Tang is currently running a promotion offering a 20% discount when you bring this flyer into the store. You'll definitely need it!"

"Huh?" The old man took the flyer, clearly stunned by Hu Tao's move.

I thought you came here seeking immortality and enlightenment, but instead you're trying to sell me a discount on rebirth?

He glanced down and saw that it was from Wangshengtang, offering a choice of funeral arrangements at a 20% discount.

"I'll take a good look at it later." He coughed lightly and casually tucked it into his sleeve.

"My two young friends haven't answered my question yet."

"To be honest, we came here specifically to pay our respects after hearing of the True Lord's great name," Jiang Bai said, leaning closer.

Although it's unclear why Hu Tao would hand out flyers for the Hall of Rebirth to this person who seems to be an immortal, it's certainly not wrong to join in the commotion.

The old man stroked his beard, looked up at the towering peaks that seemed to pierce the clouds, and a sense of ethereal tranquility emanated from him.

"The mortals who enter the Absolute Cloud Pass are all extraordinary in their physical abilities and spirits. I am overjoyed to see this, so I am opening this altar here to accept disciples and spread the Dao."

The old man turned slightly to face his simple thatched hut and continued:

"As the saying goes, if you can't find the sages and great men of the past, then go to a dilapidated temple to worship the old immortal!"

"Wow~" Hu Tao looked shocked, her eyes seemingly sparkling. "I wonder what kind of teachings the True Lord is imparting?"

"Naturally, it is my unparalleled martial arts!"

"May we have a look at you, True Lord?" Jiang Bai leaned closer again.

"Yes, yes, we mortals have never seen an immortal cast a spell!" Hu Tao chimed in.

"That's it!"

Hu Tao and Jiang Bai kept praising this Thunderbolt True Lord.

The old man's expression remained unchanged as he gestured for them to rest to the side.

"You have come from afar, so please rest here for a while. After I have calmed down, I will give you a demonstration." After saying this, he walked into the thatched hut with his hands behind his back.

The door to the thatched hut closed, and Jiang Bai and Hu Tao exchanged a glance. Hu Tao's little ghost popped out and quietly followed them.

Wu Cong, unaware of this scene, patted Jiang Bai on the shoulder and said with a sigh, "It seems that the True Lord is in a good mood today and has high hopes for you! You will learn something new today."

"Really? Does that mean the True Lord rarely demonstrates?" Jiang Bai asked curiously.

Having witnessed the true immortals like Xiao, I always felt that the old man was somewhat lacking.

It completely lacks the alienation of Xiao, who is detached from the world, and also lacks the calm and indifferent feeling of a hermit living in the city.

Although he has a certain air about him, the lack of that air makes him seem a bit contrived.

In short, it's not classy enough!

However, judging from how powerfully Wu Cong practiced under the tree, his hands almost turning into propellers, perhaps this old man has real skills?

"No, no, no!" At this moment, the man who had just been instructed by the old man spoke up.

He raised his chin slightly and crossed his arms. "Actually, the True Lord has already demonstrated this several times, but his movements are too fast for mortals to notice."

Jiang Bai and Hu Tao: "???"

"Didn't you notice? The change in airflow when the True Lord raised his hand... it was a hurricane generated after tens of thousands of punches. Although the True Lord had used his magic to reduce the power, some still leaked out, making me tremble..."

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The man spread his arms wide, as if to embrace the sky, his expression excited and fervent. When he said "tremble," he curled up his arms and his body trembled slightly.

Jiang Bai and Hu Tao stared at each other, wide-eyed.

"Did you feel it?"

"No......"

"I didn't feel it either..."

The two of them looked at Wu Cong again.

Wu Cong was clearly also confused, but seeing A Ling's exaggerated expression and posture next to him, he quickly chimed in.

"As expected, the power of a True Lord is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people."

"Ah, this..." Jiang Bai felt like this peerless martial arts was just a game.

Whether it really exists or is just a hoax, Jiang Bai dared not say for sure. He had only been here for a short time and did not know much about this world. If he said it didn't exist but it really did, it wouldn't be good to be proven wrong later.

"Then how can I learn the True Lord's Taoist methods?"

"The True Lord is merciful; for only seven thousand Mora per month, one can learn the True Lord's martial arts manual!"

The person who answered the question was deeply moved, even shedding tears. "Seven thousand Mora, and one can learn such immortal arts! The True Lord is truly too benevolent..."

His name is A-Ling, and he was born into a wealthy family in Liyue Harbor.

He is lazy by nature and cannot endure hardship or fatigue.

He searched diligently for a way to ascend to immortality that was neither arduous nor tiring. Upon hearing that there was an immortal preaching the Dao in Jueyun, he immediately had his servants carry him there and became a disciple of the True Lord to learn the Dao.

At the request of the True Lord, he dismissed his servants and studied the Dao here alone, which has been more than two months now.

The True Lord's Daoist methods are just as he imagined; they do not require strenuous dance practice or vigorous punching.

Spend some time each day meditating in a seated position, and then spend some time imagining yourself throwing punches at high speed. This is how you can begin to learn the basics.

During this time, he deeply felt the unfathomable nature of the True Lord.

The profoundness of the True Lord's Daoist teachings is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

He studied for more than two months, but even in his imagination, his punching speed was still very slow, and he had not reached the threshold required by the True Lord at all.

To truly learn the Daoist arts of the True Lord, there is still a long way to go!

Jiang Bai, unsure of the purchasing power of 7,000 Mora, looked at Hu Tao.

He leaned close to Walnut's ear and whispered, "Master, seven thousand Morados?"

"Not much, only enough to buy seventy-seven catties of rice, which is only enough for the Rebirth Hall to eat for ten days."

Jiang Bai held up his ten fingers and counted for a long time before arriving at a surprising conclusion.

That works out to about ninety Mora for one pound of rice!

The Mora in his pocket probably can't buy anything!

Jiang Bai's eyes were filled with resentment. He thought that at the very least he could buy a piece of candy, but it turned out that he might not even be able to buy one...

The head of the hall is too stingy.

Jiang Bai then thought of another problem.

Considering the weight of one Mora, if you want to buy enough rice for Wangshengtang to eat for half a month, would you need a cart to move so many Moras?

That would make the transaction too inconvenient, wouldn't it?

"Are you stupid! The denominations are different!" Adhering to the idea of ​​caring for her mentally challenged younger brother, Hu Tao took out Mora coins of different denominations and placed them in her palm.

These Mora coins all have the same pattern engraved on the front, but they are all different colors.

Wait a minute! Why does this pattern look so much like the pattern on the ruins I saw at Guyun Pavilion?

Jiang Bai took out the Mora that Hu Tao had given him.

The pattern on it is exactly the same as the one Walnut took out; both are triangles made up of a single line.

However, compared to the patterns on the Guyun Pavilion ruins, this pattern is much simpler.

Jiang Bai was a little confused for a moment.

Mora was forged by the rock god Morax, and according to his speculation, the ruins on Lone Cloud Pavilion were built by the people of other demon gods. Why are the patterns on the two so similar?

Does this mean the pattern is very versatile?

Or does this pattern have some other meaning?

Or perhaps the patterns on the ruins of Guyun Pavilion are variations of the patterns on Mora? When the ancient people who built the ruins carved the patterns, they referred to the patterns on Mora and made them more intricate and complex.

That makes sense now...

Jiang Bai, trying to justify himself, temporarily put aside his doubts and listened to Hu Tao explain the denomination of Mora.

These Mora are all the same size, only different colors.

"When Lord Rock created Mora at the beginning, he did not make any distinctions; there was only one denomination, '1'."

However, as the number of people increased and the demand for Mora grew, it became inconvenient to trade Mora with only one denomination, so the denominations of Mora gradually increased.

This copper-brown one is the lowest denomination Mora, which is one.

Walnut flipped Mora over; on the back was written the number one.

"This one is brass-colored, and its face value is ten."

"This silver one has a face value of 100."

"This gold one has a face value of 1000."

Hu Tao flipped them over one by one, and there were corresponding numbers on the back.