Hundred Defeats Immortal, Borderlands in Urgent Peril

Listening to Chen Changsheng, Yuanshan suddenly said, "Brother Changsheng, since that senior left behind an inheritance..."

"Then why weren't any trials set up here? Wasn't he afraid that others would casually pick up his things?"

"Who said there were no trials? The entire Boundless Secret Realm is the greatest trial."

"It is called 'Boundless' because this secret realm is nearly infinite."

"It can be opened once every fifty years, and it had existed since the founding of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"More than a thousand years have passed, yet the treasures here still haven't been taken away."

"Faced with such a mountain of gold that can be drawn from endlessly and never exhausted, who would pay attention to this beautiful but seemingly useless sea of flowers?"

"We cultivate to seek the Dao. Some seek the Martial Dao, while others seek the Dao of longevity."

"No matter which Dao one pursues, the most important thing is not to be bewildered by external things."

"But look at the people who entered the secret realm. Their eyes have all been dazzled by the treasures here—how could they still remember their Original Intention?"

"How could those who have forgotten their Original Intention stop and take a look at this sea of flowers?"

Listening to Chen Changsheng, Yuanshan nodded as though he understood, though not entirely.

"Brother Changsheng, what was this senior's name?"

"I don't know. It isn't written above. Let's open it and see; perhaps there'll be a clue."

"Alright!"

Hearing that they were going to open the coffin, Yuanshan immediately grew excited.

Creak—

Amid a teeth-grating sound of friction, the two of them opened a crack in the heavy stone coffin.

The crack gradually widened. Before Yuanshan could lean in for a clear look, a flash of light shot out from the stone coffin and sucked them both inside.

After a bout of spinning darkness, Chen Changsheng and Yuanshan appeared in a vast white space.

At the center of the space stood a man with his hands behind his back, his features impossible to discern.

"To obtain this opportunity proves that you have not yet been bewitched by external things."

"I excel in fist arts. This set of fist techniques contains all I learned in my life. I hope those of later generations will cherish it well."

As he spoke, the figure began demonstrating the fist art on his own.

The moves demonstrated by the figure were not complex, yet every stance and strike carried an indescribable charm.

Very soon, the demonstration ended, and the figure spoke again.

"This fist art does not emphasize techniques, but intent."

"In my later years, I fought Nine Figures. Nine fists emerged, and Nine Figures fell."

After saying this, the surroundings shifted once more. The figure appeared atop a mountain peak.

Nine powerful black silhouettes surrounded him.

Then, the figure on the mountain peak slowly threw a punch. Though that punch was incredibly slow—

The mountains and rivers around him shattered beneath it.

Chen Changsheng and Yuanshan were both so stunned by the sight that they could not speak. They could only stare blankly at the battle.

The figure threw nine punches, and every punch contained a different realm of intent.

Such a profound realm was far beyond Chen Changsheng and Yuanshan's comprehension.

When the battle ended, Chen Changsheng and Yuanshan returned to the white space once more.

"Those of later generations who learn my fist art, remember this well: the fist art may lose, but the fist's momentum must never weaken."

"When one punch is thrown, it must make the opponent's liver and gallbladder rupture in terror."

After he finished speaking, the surrounding space began to collapse, and the figure gradually dissipated.

The changes around him brought Chen Changsheng back from his shock.

Chen Changsheng cupped his hands and asked, "May I ask this senior's esteemed name?"

Hearing this, the dull figure seemed to regain a trace of awareness.

"The world calls me the Hundred Defeats Immortal."

"Many thanks to Immortal Venerable for bestowing this opportunity. May I ask what this fist art is called?"

"In my hands, it is my fist art. In your hands, it will be your fist art."

"Therefore, the fist art is nameless."

With the final word, the Hundred Defeats Immortal's figure completely vanished, and Chen Changsheng and Yuanshan returned to the sea of flowers once more.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, Chen Changsheng felt as though it had all been a Pipe Dream.

"Brother Changsheng, I formed my Golden Core!"

At the sound, Chen Changsheng turned his head and saw Yuanshan happily displaying his cultivation.

Seeing Yuanshan leap directly from the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage to the Golden Core realm, Chen Changsheng seemed to realize something and hurriedly checked his own cultivation.

His former Qi Refining Level 9 cultivation had somehow already reached Foundation Establishment Perfection.

He was only a hair's breadth away from forming his Golden Core.

"Brother Changsheng, what's going on? How did I form my Golden Core in less than an hour?"

Facing Yuanshan's confusion, Chen Changsheng smiled faintly. "It wasn't an hour. We spent at least two months inside."

"Two months? Was it really that long?"

"Of course. When we dug out this coffin, we damaged quite a few flowers nearby."

"But look around. Those flowers have already grown back."

"Though the Boundless Secret Realm is rich in spiritual energy, it absolutely couldn't reach this state without a month or two."

Hearing this, Yuanshan looked around and found that it was indeed just as Chen Changsheng had said.

"The reason we felt we hadn't stayed inside for long was because Immortal Venerable's realm was too high, creating an illusion for us."

"Also, while Immortal Venerable demonstrated the fist art for us, our bodies had already unknowingly followed along and practiced it many times."

"With such a powerful senior personally teaching us fist arts hand in hand, it would be strange if our cultivation didn't improve."

"So that's how it was!"

"If two months have already passed, then are we about to leave the secret realm?"

"Probably soon. The Boundless Secret Realm remains open for five months."

"We spent two and a half months brewing wine, then more than two months learning Immortal Venerable's fist art."

"We should hurry and pack our things. We might be expelled from the secret realm at any moment."

As he spoke, Chen Changsheng headed toward the temporary wooden house he had built. Ten jars of the Hundred Flowers Wine he had painstakingly brewed were stored inside.

Whoosh!

The sacrificial altar trembled, and countless figures were spat out by the black hole.

Some were excited, some were frustrated, and others had eyes full of viciousness.

But very soon, everyone realized something was wrong.

The elders of their respective sects were nowhere to be seen. Only one or two people had come to greet them.

"Sixth Senior Brother, why are you the only one here? Where are Master and First Senior Brother?"

Facing Chen Changsheng's question, Sixth Senior Brother forced a smile.

"The Borderlands are in urgent peril. Master and First Senior Brother left two months ago."

"You two seem to have gained quite a lot. That puts me at ease."

"For the time being, the two of you will take charge of Supreme Clarity Temple. We'll return soon."

After speaking, Sixth Senior Brother immediately departed on Sword Flight.

Watching the direction in which Sixth Senior Brother had left, Chen Changsheng's brows remained furrowed for a long while.

Sixth Senior Brother was known for his steadiness. What could have happened at the Borderlands to make him so anxious?

At that thought, Chen Changsheng helplessly shook his head.

Because besides worrying about Master and his senior brothers, he was also worried about a young monk and a girl.