Cultivating the Heart, Changing the Mind, Crossing the Tribulation; The Heavenly Master Steps on Clouds to Explore the Profound

Whoosh, whoosh~

The wind howled, blowing apart the clouds and sweeping in a fine rain.

"Tomorrow, this boy will face Chen Zhiming in a match for first place in the group and qualification to advance. This humble monk has some experience that I can share with him..."

His neither loud nor soft voice echoed through Preparation Room 0002.

Meng Chuan had undoubtedly watched both of their matches, but as Chen Zhiming's opponent, he surely had a deeper impression of this battle.

Guiding him would amount to no more than the tiniest thread of karma.

It was not about forging a good bond, but about actively correcting the bitter fruit his own actions had brought upon him.

What did that mean?

From when he had taken the initiative to provoke trouble at Shaolin Temple to his defeat at the other man's hands the day before yesterday, many possibilities had existed throughout this back-and-forth.

The bitter fruit that had ultimately formed was the retribution for his repeated failures in those earlier actions—outcomes that had brought him nothing but harm!

At the very beginning, if he had seized the fortune of Horizontal Training... if he had suppressed Meng Chuan the day before yesterday—

Then those would have been actions beneficial to himself. Good begets good; they would have borne good fruit capable of nourishing karmic power!

"I must begin correcting things from the start!"

Liaohuo's expression was faintly bitter, yet his gaze remained steadfast.

How?

Starting today, he had to truly believe, from the bottom of his heart, that he was the other man's stepping stone, to be trampled beneath his feet as he rose to prominence.

Their two clashes had not been a struggle between dragons and tigers. Both had been meant to forge a beneficial bond for himself, helping Meng Chuan