Embodying Myriad Traits, I Will Ultimately Become Immortal

Meng Chuan saw that Zhao Huanzhen's left eye was somewhat bruised. He had done that himself.

Both of Wang Ye's eyes were blackened. Naturally, Zhao Huanzhen had done that.

Meng Chuan held back a laugh and said,

"Daoist Priest Zhao, if you wish to spar again in the future, Meng will certainly oblige."

"No more fighting. Nine is the ultimate number in our Wudang; going beyond it is as bad as falling short."

Wang Ye explained from the side,

"Brother Meng, what he means is that he admits defeat. He's chickened out."

Before Meng Chuan could speak, Zhao Huanzhen drew his sword again.

"Boundless Heavenly Worthy, this poor Daoist has only discussed the Dao with Junior Brother Wang once. It seems we must make it a full nine times. Take my sword!"

"..."

Meng Chuan silently held his stance nearby, as though watching a monkey show.

After a while, once the two had finally settled down, he asked,

"You two, have you ever been to the True Martial Emperor's Dharma Realm?"

Zhao Huanzhen said,

"I have. When this poor Daoist broke through to Martial Artist and when I was crowned Azure Cloud Dragon, I met the Emperor twice."

Wang Ye said smugly,

"Of course. I'm a third-generation, bona fide Wudang man—born in Wudang, raised in Wudang. When I was little, the Emperor even held me. Unlike certain outsiders, who just—"

Before he could finish, Zhao Huanzhen drew his sword again.

"Both of you, settle down. We're talking business."

The moment Meng Chuan spoke, the two stopped fooling around.

He knew Wang Ye had missed out on becoming the Azure Cloud Dragon. His body had submitted, but his mouth had not.

Seeing that they had calmed down, Meng Chuan asked what the Dharma Realm looked like and how the Great Emperor