An Oddball Who Longed for the Transcendent Immortals
Zhong Cheng pondered, was Old Wang serious? The key question was, which scripture did he want to read?
"Have you grasped the secret from yesterday?" he asked in a low voice.
"Of course, such a large book contains so little actual 'true knowledge,' yet you claim to have a rich collection," Wang Xuan said.
Zhong Cheng sensed a hidden meaning in his words but ignored it, saying, "In any case, I've read part of the scriptures. Tell me the secrets to mastering the Old Arts. I sincerely want to enter this field. My family possesses the unique skills of various ancestral temples, and even Golden Bamboo Slip related to the Transcendent Immortals. I'm guarding this treasure mountain, yet I can't master it!"
An ordinary person would naturally not dare to reveal this, as keeping it hidden would be risky, but the super conglomerate Zhong family didn't care, and the outside world already knew that their family had a rich collection of books.
In this era, cutting-edge technologies emerge one after another, Super Battleship are incredibly powerful, and technological civilization has long since entered deep space. The Old Arts and classic texts of the past are nothing more than cultural relics enriching the bookshelves of the wealthy.
Wang Xuan lamented that even after piecing together various texts, he still felt that the remaining scriptures would not be enough.
When Old Chen reached that level, he was filled with awe, believing that extraordinary scriptures were extremely rare. This time, he wanted to deepen cooperation with the Relevant Department in order to borrow and study the scriptures.
Wang Xuan glanced at him. He knew Zhong Cheng wasn't as innocent as he looked. He was clearly trying to seduce him, showcasing the brilliance of the Zhong family's scriptures to whet his appetite.
He spoke calmly, "Practicing Old Arts requires dedication. You need to deeply understand the background of a scripture, to ponder its essence from its source, and to put yourself in the mindset of the scripture's creator. If you practice in this way, you will eventually gain something."
Zhong Cheng was taken aback, then asked, "Is this all the secret to your rapid progress?"
Wang Xuan continued, "There are no shortcuts or Old Arts in this world, no secrets to instant immortality. You must calm your mind, immerse yourself in a scripture, and think about everything related to it. Let's take the Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands as an example. You've practiced it, haven't you?"
"I've practiced, but after several years, I still don't achieve the same results as you did in just a few days," Zhong Cheng sighed.
"Let's start by analyzing the Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands." Wang Xuan felt that after reading someone else's scripture, he should also help analyze it and, incidentally, try to catch them in the act.
Zhong Cheng became serious; his desire to master the secret manuals in his family was not just empty talk. He had read many books in his family's collection, yearned for the legends of Transcendent Immortals, and hoped that one day he could soar into the heavens with a sword beam and use his physical body to block warships.
The Zhong family possesses various mysterious scriptures, some of which may even have been left behind by Transcendent Immortals, but he is unable to master them, which is quite regrettable.
It can be said that he was an anomaly among the descendants of chaebols. While many young people were eager for the latest warships, he was hoping to Ascension to Immortality.
What saddened him most was that despite his years of studying Old Arts and practicing New Arts, he still couldn't beat his sister!
"You have to understand, the background at the time was that Old Zhang was famous all over the world..." Wang Xuan began.
Zhong Cheng cautiously interrupted him, earnestly asking, "Who is Old Zhang?"
"Zhang Daoling!" Wang Xuan glanced at him. This child was ignorant and didn't even know this?
Zhong Cheng swallowed hard, thinking to himself, "It really is a matter of perspective." He had been calling the man in front of him "Old Wang" in his mind, but the other man addressed the founder of a sect as "Old Zhang" so naturally. He was somewhat impressed.
"Old Zhang, having attained profound skill, retired to Crane Mount Hemming and witnessed a fierce battle between a dragon and Divine Crane amidst the clouds—this is the historical context. Therefore, when practicing this scripture, we must first possess Old Zhang's latent invincible belief, as well as his detached mindset after his retirement. Secondly, the battle between the dragon and the Divine Crane was a fight to the death, a brutal and deadly struggle where even personal sacrifice was necessary to defeat the opponent. Thus, when practicing this martial art, we must also possess courage, a fearless spirit, and cultivate boundless killing intent. This depicts the atmosphere of that time; immersing ourselves in it while practicing the scripture will naturally lead to success."
Zhong Cheng listened in a daze, feeling that it made a lot of sense, but he couldn't quite grasp the meaning of it.
"Brother Wang, be more specific." His eyes were eager.
"A person like Old Zhang is bound to transcend the mundane world. Therefore, when practicing the Serpent Crane Eight Scattered Hands, one must move with an empty and clear mind, confidence etched into one's very bones, concealing one's true nature. An invincible mentality is instinctive, yet equally reserved. One's body must contain power, drawing it in but not releasing it. Outwardly, it appears ethereal, but in reality, boundless secret power is circulating within, already surging to its limit, just waiting to burst forth! One must possess the otherworldly demeanor and spirit of a reclusive master. Only at the moment of killing the enemy should all parts of the body resonate violently, unleashing that devastating killing aura, swiftly striking to kill the enemy. Finally, one should conclude the practice, returning everything to a state of tranquility, non-action, and naturalness."
Wang Xuan spoke calmly and unhurriedly, demonstrating the Eight Scattered Hands with a clear and enlightened Master Consciousness. Only when he made his move on a several-ton ornamental stone in the funeral home did he unleash a terrifying aura, before peacefully ending his practice.
Zhong Cheng was stunned. Touching the broken stones on the ground, he felt that Old Wang was unfathomable and what he said made a lot of sense. He was indeed the youngest grandmaster of this era!
"Brother Wang, what you said has enlightened me. It has opened a window for me in the field of Old Arts. I realized that it's not just about practicing according to the scriptures, but also about taking into account the historical context and the mentality of all parties. Your explanation is brilliant!"
Zhong Cheng's eyes burned with fervor, and a radiant light, as if he had just attained enlightenment, appeared on his face. He said, "Brother Wang, today you have earned my deepest respect. It seems that there is indeed a reason why you could become a grandmaster in your early twenties."
Wang Xuan thought to himself: Young man, you think you can hook up with Ancestor Wang? You're still too green. I can just share some of my insights with you and I'll hook you instead.
"Brother Wang, do you still want to see the same scripture as yesterday?" Zhong Cheng asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I think that scripture is quite good, it suits my taste." Wang Xuan nodded; he genuinely wanted to see Chen Tuan's complete scripture.
Zhong Cheng nodded and said, "Did you bring your phone? Let's add each other's deep space signals, and I'll send it to you later."
Wang Xuan took out his phone and added him as a friend.
Zhong Cheng said, "I only remember a part of that scripture. I'll find a way to send it to you after I go back to New Star and organize it."
Then, he promptly posted five photos, all of them beautiful pictures of his sister's life.
Wang Xuan's expression immediately changed, and he wanted to say: I never thought Zhong Cheng was this kind of person! What I want is Chen Tuan's scriptures, what do you mean by sending me Little Zhong's photo?
But in the end, he took it all in stride. Is Ancestor Wang really the kind of person who likes to ramble on? I'm too lazy to explain for him. Let him post whatever he wants!
Zhong Cheng lowered his voice and said, "Brother Wang, to be honest, I used to think you were a bit of a jerk, but now I think you are really extraordinary. You might be able to step into the Mythical Domain in the future. Now we can be considered to have formed a good relationship. If you achieve something in the future, don't forget to guide me."
Then he said in a barely audible voice, "Once I have access to the family's peerless secret manuals and the Golden Bamboo Slip of the Pre-Qin Daoist practitioners, I will definitely ask Brother Wang for guidance!"
Wang Xuan was moved, but when he saw his bright smile, he immediately filtered out most of what he was saying!
What young person in a conglomerate is easy to deal with? When Zhong Cheng opens his heart and makes people feel his sincerity, it means he has evolved and is much more mature than before.
Of course, if the other party is not lying, Wang Xuan will surely be richly rewarded in the future.
Zhong Qing approached silently and saw that her brother's Deep Space Signal page had posted several of her lazy, idyllic photos at home. Anger surged within her. That foolish and unrepentant brother had betrayed her again to practice his Old Arts!