Heaven-Bestowed Genius

Wu Yin glanced at Old Wu without saying a word, but when she looked at Little Wang, her expression was noticeably better than when she looked at her uncle, and she smiled.

At the same time, she also saw Zhong Qing on the side. Her tall figure was very eye-catching, and her face was extremely beautiful. She was exquisitely pretty and looked like a campus belle who had just entered university. She was pure and beautiful.

Then Little Zhong turned around, and when he saw her, he slightly raised his chin.

Was this a provocation? Da Wu lowered her clasped arms and took a few steps in her high heels, swaying gracefully with a soft and beautiful figure. She glanced at Little Zhong with a hint of disdain, exuding immense self-confidence!

Zhong Qing, usually so meticulous and thoughtful, now had an urge to rush over and punch Wu Yin. She thought Da Yin Yin had been far too aggressive lately, and that look in her eyes was incredibly annoying! "So what if I glanced at you? It's not like it'll hurt you!"

"Sis, see that? Sister Wu is incredibly confident. With Old Wu's guidance, if we siblings don't take the initiative, Old Wang might really be won over by them." Zhong Cheng leaned in, feigning a "risky advice," and said, "Old Wang is bursting with energy right now..."

In that instant, he felt as if his arm was about to break. His sister's small, white right hand gripped it, causing him excruciating pain. He quickly whispered, "Don't touch him! I didn't link him to you. What I meant was, Old Wang is in his Fang Gang, full of vigor and vitality. If he really leads our expedition into the secret realm and manages to find the Earth Immortal Grass, it would be incredibly profitable!"

Before he could even move Zhong Qing, he became excited himself and said, "The Earth Immortal Grass can extend a person's life by hundreds of years. If you gave me one, I'd call him brother-in-law every night!"

Then... he got brutally beaten! Zhong Cheng almost screamed in pain.

If it weren't for the fact that there were many people around and it would have a bad influence, Zhong Qing would definitely have knocked him down and stomped on him several times with her high heels.

However, she also noticed that the secret place did indeed need top figures in the field of Old Arts. Looking at Wang Xuan standing at the door, she wondered how to win him over.

The secret realm is rich in X substance, which has caused warships to crash, precision instruments to be damaged, and has also eroded the God Factor. Only those with strong physical bodies are suitable to explore there.

Wang Xuan stepped into the memorial hall, where he was now the focus of many people's attention, with some greeting him.

People couldn't be too realistic, mainly because the occasion wasn't right; silence was required, and most people just nodded.

Even so, Zhou Wei was pale. He felt that he had lost face terribly today and had messed things up!

He urged Sun Chuan to make another move, hoping to severely damage the only remaining "survivor" in the field of Old Arts.

As a result, they were defeated in the battle of Mental Power. Their joint attack on the young man was met with a strong counterattack, and he suffered excruciating pain in his head.

When he noticed the stares of those around him, which were so different from those of the young man, his face instantly turned bright red.

This result made him feel extremely ashamed.

Not long ago, he was telling several middle-aged men from a conglomerate that the realm of Old Arts was nothing more than a candle in the wind, that the young man would not be able to reach the Grandmaster level in a short time, and that the flame might soon be extinguished.

Now, he felt as if he had been slapped twice, experiencing both excruciating pain in his head and a deep sense of humiliation in his heart.

Sun Chuan roared for a long time before finally calming down and gradually recovering. He wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground. He had lost all face this time; he had actually knelt in front of a new master in the field of Old Arts in public. There was nothing more humiliating and shameful than this.

The memorial service began as scheduled, with an emcee in charge, and proceeded in an orderly manner, but the mindset of all parties had changed.

The people in the New Arts Domain remained gloomy and silent throughout; the situation today was truly dire.

In their view, this was tantamount to a public "blood sacrifice" of two senior masters, thus cementing the brilliant reputation of the youngest master of Old Arts in this era.

The emcee presided over the event, reminiscing about Olesha's brilliant life, which could only be described as "remarkable achievements" in the New Arts Domain. In the end, however, fate was cruel, and he died young in a plane crash.

Wang Xuan remained calm. He believed that if the final mystery were revealed, everyone would be in an uproar! You think you've learned the truth and found out that the real culprit is Qing Mu? "Dying Old Chen" is standing at the end of the fog; he's the one who hacked Olesha to death with his sword!

At the same time, he was somewhat disapproving of Old Chen's quirks. The wreath he sent today was written by Old Chen with his left hand, who insisted on sending Old Ao off on his journey. Even Guan Lin couldn't help but glare at him a few times.

People lined up to pay their respects to the remains, and some even bowed, but Wang Xuan only glanced down at them; he would never bow here.

Olesha lay there "peacefully," covered with a white sheet.

Wang Xuan felt sorry for Lao Ao. After being chopped to death by Old Chen, he was then "aged" by Qing Mu. You could tell he was charred black without even looking at him. Even though he was surrounded by flowers and the air was filled with fragrance, it couldn't hide the burnt smell.

Wang Xuan barely stopped, glancing at the scene before moving on. Now a Grandmaster with heightened senses, he simply couldn't stand the smell emanating from Old Ao. He knew he definitely wouldn't want to eat anything like barbecue today; it was too repulsive.

He discovered that many people, like him, glanced at the charred remains and ran out. Some didn't even go in, like Old Chen's Confidante, Sister Guan. She was already being very kind by coming; she had no intention of even looking at the charred remains.

Wang Xuan regretted it. He should have granted Old Chen's wish, put a human skin mask on him, and made him come to see Olesha off in person. He could have smelled that scent and given Chen Life Soil a lesson he would never forget!

Guan Lin stood with several middle-aged men who looked like old friends. Although it wasn't appropriate for them to laugh and chat here, they seemed to be getting along well.

Old Wu walked over familiarly and whispered to Wang Xuan that the middle-aged men were from New Star, and that each of them was backed by a financial tycoon who was relatively supportive of the New Arts.

Wang Xuan immediately understood. It was likely that someone was pressuring Qing Mu to pay with his life, but Guan Lin had stopped them!

But seeing the group chatting happily and amicably, with no intention of confrontation, he could only sigh that some exchanges are completed in the midst of laughter and conversation.

Guan Lin seemed to be in a good mood, which suggested that the problems were minor and had been largely resolved.

Soon, many people approached Wang Xuan, all trying to win him over. The emergence of such a young grandmaster in the realm of Old Arts had piqued the interest of many. Large organizations, especially those capable of exploring that "secret land," were the most enthusiastic, all wanting to invite Wang Xuan to go on the expedition.

Wang Xuan smiled and dealt with it, ending up with a large handful of business cards in his hand.

After the memorial service, many people left immediately.

At this moment, the two grandmasters in the New Arts Domain had faces so gloomy they were practically dripping with water. In the end, they privately came over and wanted to have a real spar with Wang Xuan in another place.

Clearly, they were unwilling to accept this. Today had been truly humiliating; they had been suppressed by a novice and forced to kneel on the ground. They couldn't swallow this insult.

Some people, upon hearing this news, immediately decided they didn't want to leave.

Given Wang Xuan's personality, he didn't want to be high-profile. Before he could face various technological weapons, the best way was to cultivate quietly and steadily increase his strength.

But now he's in the eye of the storm, and most importantly, Guan Lin is nodding to him, indicating that he should go all out.

Sister Guan probably talked to those middle-aged men about something, and now she wants him to continue suppressing the people in the New Arts Domain, so he will naturally cooperate.

Moreover, Wang Xuan realized that this identity would soon be "frozen" and would not be used again in the near future, so he didn't care. He decided to take this opportunity to teach the people in the New Arts Domain a lesson and leave them with a deep memory before leaving.

Sun Chuan continued to be in charge of Olesha's funeral, as Olesa's mental state was damaged and he was temporarily unable to fight.

Zhou Wei felt that although he was mentally restrained, his actual combat strength was enough to easily defeat a newcomer who had just entered this field. Furthermore, he had already realized that although the opponent's Mental Power was strong, he was unable to actively attack people and had not learned the corresponding secret techniques.

Now he's going to launch a real battle, severely damage this young man, and regain his pride.

However, he didn't make a big fuss about it; he just wanted to have a private contest and announce the results after he won. He didn't expect the news to leak out and a group of people to follow him.

This is in the suburbs, with open terrain, suitable for fierce battles.

A large group of people stood at a distance, watching quietly. No one tried to dissuade them, and no one spoke up, waiting for the grandmaster battle between the old and new realms.

Now that his identity was to be frozen and he was about to return to his true form, Wang Xuan had no intention of keeping a low profile any longer. Once he made a move, he would use his fierce and powerful techniques.

He took a step forward, his whole body skimming the ground as he soared into the air, like a serpent transforming into a dragon, riding the celestial mist, and charging towards his opponent!

At this moment, a thin layer of mist did indeed surround him, making him appear like a dragon soaring into the sky, ready to fiercely fight his enemies.

"The Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands!" Zhong Cheng exclaimed softly, immediately recalling what Old Wang had said. He dared not blink and stared intently at the screen.

The old man beside Zhong Qing was even more excited and nervously watched the battle.

The two increasingly felt that Grandmaster Wang's words contained profound truths, which were now being put into action and truly manifested. He took flight, hovering in the air amidst white mist, truly ethereal and otherworldly, perfectly matching the mindset of Zhang Daoling, the founder of Daoism, when he retired into seclusion.

In addition, Old Wang's gaze was very captivating, so dazzling. Is this the so-called invincible confidence hidden in his bones, the moment of explosion after being reserved and restrained?

Boom!

A massive explosion occurred in mid-air, causing a surge of energy. The two engaged in a fierce battle, colliding repeatedly.

The old man beside Zhong Qing trembled with excitement and said, "That's it! At the last moment, the ethereal and natural demeanor transforms into an attack stance that unleashes a fierce and malevolent aura. It's all done in an instant, terrifying beyond compare. This is the ultimate essence of the Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands!"

In mid-air, the two collided violently dozens of times in an instant. With a "poof, "Zhou Wei coughed up blood and his body flew out horizontally.

At this moment, Wang Xuan landed. But he immediately chased after Zhou Wei, blasting him to death and launching a final battle.

Wang Xuan practiced with Zhou Wei to grasp the Master Consciousness. His movements were indeed ethereal and graceful, but when he unleashed his killing intent, they were quite domineering and terrifying, in line with the "essentials" he spoke of.

Zhong Cheng was dumbfounded. He felt that he had grasped the essence and would soon master two of the eight moves of the Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands.

The old man even practiced on the spot and actually gained some insights, pushing one of the moves to a more profound level.

"A genius of unparalleled talent!" The old man was shocked and excited beyond measure.

Puff!

Zhou Wei was sent flying, his chest caved in. At the last moment, although Wang Xuan remained clear-headed and displayed the Master Consciousness, he still couldn't resist and delivered a chest-bursting kick!

The crowd was in an uproar, utterly astonished. The battle was over so quickly? Grandmaster Wang was far more powerful than they had imagined, swiftly and forcefully defeating a veteran master.

"I get it! I really understand two of the techniques!" Zhong Cheng exclaimed, his lips trembling. He wasn't afraid of his sister beating him up. He muttered to himself, "At this moment, I'm still willing to call him Ancestor Wang. If I add a suffix... Brother-in-law, he seems to have a promising future too?!"