Early morning, Divine Fist Sect, summit of the Main Peak.
As usual, Divine Fist Sect's Sect Master, Wu Tianhai, was practicing his punches.
With every move Wu Tianhai made, gusts of fist wind swept across the summit, stirring the clouds overhead and changing their shapes.
At last, Wu Tianhai threw a punch.
"Boom!"
A deafening crash echoed through the mountains.
Two hundred zhang in front of him, the peak of a mountain suddenly shattered, and its broken rocks tumbled down.
"Hoo."
Wu Tianhai drew back his fists and slowly straightened up.
"Clap, clap, clap."
Applause sounded behind Wu Tianhai, accompanied by a man's voice praising him. "I never would've guessed, Brother Wu, that your mastery of the fist Dao had reached such heights. You casually threw a punch, and the summit of a mountain was blown to pieces."
Wu Tianhai turned to look at his friend and smiled. "That's nothing. Any martial cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm could do it. But tell me, Brother Chen, what brings you here?"
Chen Xincheng, Sect Master of the Red Lotus Sect, smiled. "Can't I have come to share some tea and conversation with you, Brother Wu?"
"Hahaha, give me a break. You never come without a reason, and you're laying it on especially thick today. Just say it—what do you really want?" Wu Tianhai laughed.
"All right, I really can't hide anything from you, Brother Wu." Chen Xincheng shook his head. "In that case, I won't beat around the bush. I came here because I want to do something big with you."
"Something big?"
Chen Xincheng gazed at Wu Tianhai, his eyes blazing. "Brother Wu, would you like to reach the Ascension Realm?"
"Oh?" Wu Tianhai narrowed his eyes. "What do you have in mind?"
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