I, Ip Man, Will Cultivate Immortality!

I, Ip Man, Want to Cultivate Immortality!

Ip Man was flustered—extremely flustered.

He felt that everything he had experienced in his life combined was nowhere near as thrilling as today.

Heavens Chat Group?

A female Jade Emperor!

Angels!

The future King of the Gods!

Could someone tell him what the hell was going on?

Ip Man's expression shifted unpredictably, and he kept feeling as though he were dreaming.

Yet the methods of Artifact Control Art in his mind seemed deeply branded into his soul. Every word and every key point was crystal clear.

Refine qi, refine the spirit.

Use qi to control objects; use the spirit to control objects.

The Ye Family was wealthy, with a deep and spacious courtyard.

Ip Man stood in the center of the courtyard, recalling the methods of Artifact Control Art. His body began moving of its own accord. He practiced Wing Chun, which emphasized swift, compact strikes.

But now, Ip Man's moves were exceptionally slow, as though his arms were weighed down by a thousand pounds.

Anyone watching would probably think he was practicing Tai Chi.

As he unfolded the movements, Ip Man gradually developed a sensation completely unlike anything he had felt before.

Hot!

His blood and qi seemed to boil, and a current of qi arose from within him out of nowhere!

His loose changshan stirred without wind, billowing strangely. Ip Man was completely immersed in cultivation, entering a state where he forgot both himself and the world.

Sunrise and sunset.

The sun slowly sank into the horizon from its first ascent.

The Ye Family was filled with a heavy, oppressive atmosphere today.

"When did you discover that Master was like this?" An elegant noblewoman frowned, looking somewhat uneasily at Ip Man, who was still practicing his fist forms, and asked softly.

She was Ip Man's wife, Zhang Yongcheng.

"Around two in the afternoon. We went to call Master to eat, only to discover that something was wrong." The butler looked anxious and said aggrievedly, "Master used to enjoy practicing martial arts, so we didn't pay much attention at first. Who would have thought..."

The noblewoman said, "Enough, I understand. This isn't your fault."

As the two spoke, Ip Man suddenly thrust out his right fist like a flood dragon emerging from the sea.

His fist was still two inches away from a tree in the courtyard, yet the tall tree seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer. It shook violently, letting out a loud BANG.

Both of them jumped in fright and turned to look.

Ip Man had stopped at some point and was staring blankly at the tree before him.

"Dear, you..."

Zhang Yongcheng hurried forward, looking at Ip Man with concern. Her delicate face was full of worry.

Ip Man blinked and snapped out of his daze.

He opened his mouth, then said with a bitter smile, "It's nothing. I'm fine—better than I've ever been."

Ip Man truly was doing very well. Today's moment of enlightenment had allowed his Artifact Control Art to successfully reach the introductory stage, condensing internal true qi. Moreover, because he had practiced martial arts for many years and possessed abundant vital essence, this strand of true qi was incomparably condensed, even comparable to the true essence of an innate master.

Ip Man did not know exactly how much his strength had improved, but if he fought yesterday's self with his current strength, he was confident he could defeat him in a single move!

Zhang Yongcheng was about to say something when she inadvertently noticed the clearly visible fist print on the tree trunk. Her expression changed slightly.

This!

She stared at Ip Man in astonishment, her gaze filled with scrutiny.

They had been husband and wife for years. How could Zhang Yongcheng not know how strong Ip Man was?

Ip Man shook his head and said, "Just take it as me having encountered an immortal opportunity."

He truly did not know how to explain the Heavens Chat Group, nor was there any way to explain it.

If Ip Man had still harbored doubts before, he now truly understood that the Heavens Chat Group was real, the female Jade Emperor was real, the angels were real, and that unfathomable group leader was real as well.

But precisely because all of it was real, Ip Man felt even more apprehensive.

He was only an ordinary man—an ordinary man who liked martial arts!

Zhang Yongcheng was dumbfounded and did not recover for a long while.

An immortal opportunity?

Her husband had obtained an immortal opportunity?

Freljord Plateau.

The cold wind howled, and the warmth of his breath instantly turned to icy fragments.

Tryndamere wore animal hides, his bronze-like skin enduring the battering wind and snow without suffering the slightest harm. His thick brows were tightly furrowed, his face filled with confusion and incomprehension.

Chat Group?

What exactly was that thing?

Could it really be that no one was trying to harm him?

As Tryndamere recalled the Artifact Control Art in his mind, he grew increasingly uneasy. He had the distinct feeling that he might have stumbled into something huge.

"Damn it, I refuse to believe this."

After hesitating for two seconds, Tryndamere cursed under his breath and stopped dwelling on it.

He stared at the longsword in his hand, then used the qi-controlled object technique from the Artifact Control Art to swiftly throw it toward the rock before him.

The massive blade, as tall as a man, tore through the air. Yet just as it was about to strike the cliff, it suddenly seemed to be affected by some invisible force and abruptly turned back. That invisible force was too weak, however. The blade reversed by less than twenty centimeters before crashing heavily to the ground.

Although his first attempt at the Artifact Control Art had ended in failure, Tryndamere's expression was exceedingly complicated.

It was real!

The Artifact Control Art was real!

Then did that mean the Chat Group was real too?

And gods were real as well!

Tryndamere could not help but shudder.

It seemed he had provoked some truly terrifying trouble.

No, calm down. He had to stay calm.

According to what they had said, none of them were in the same world. Didn't that mean that the so-called Goddess Leona could not reach him at all?

Thinking this, Tryndamere felt much more at ease.

Though he was panicking like a little dog inside, how could he possibly admit defeat? It wasn't as if they could follow some unseen connection and come chop him up.

Tryndamere happily entertained himself with the thought, too lazy to concern himself with what might happen later.

The world of Little Li Flying Dagger.

Li Xunhuan played with the throwing dagger, thin as a cicada's wing. The tiny blade seemed to possess a spirit of its own, swimming around his slender fingertips like a nimble fish.

"Control objects with qi, control objects with the mind."

Li Xunhuan silently recited the method of the Artifact Control Art, his feelings somewhat complicated.

Just as Unbeatable Mischief could see traces of the Diamond Indestructible Divine Skill in the Indestructible Golden Body, Li Xunhuan also saw traces of Little Li Flying Dagger within the Artifact Control Art. It was precisely because of this that he quickly grasped Little Li Flying Dagger's technique of controlling objects with qi.

"Ah."

After a long while, Li Xunhuan softly sighed. The throwing dagger in his hand suddenly vanished, as though it had never existed. His expression was complicated as he gazed out at the heavens beyond the window. No one knew what exactly he was thinking.

City of Angels.

Angel Yan recounted everything she had seen and heard in the Chat Group, including that copy of the Artifact Control Art, exactly as it had happened.

When she finished, she said unhappily, "My Queen is in the prime of her life. How could anything possibly happen to her?"

Holy Keisha's lips curled slightly into a mysterious smile. Her gaze was somewhat distant as she said, "Who can say what the future holds? Come, let us meet the new main god of Sun Star."