The Talent of a Celestial, the Dragon-Elephant Among All Buddhas (4000, Please Vote)

"Chulan, this is my daughter, Shayan."

Inside Nadutong, Feng Zhenghao pointed at the silver-haired, bronze-skinned female Outcast behind him. He smiled kindly. "You can try pursuing her."

"Pursue her?" Zhang Chulan stared at the healthy beauty with curves in all the right places, his mouth hanging wide open. He might have had a bit of a lecherous side, but pies never fell from the sky. His wariness was even stronger than his desire.

Zhang Chulan instinctively took a step back and shielded Xu San and Xu Si behind him. Shaking his head, he said, "Uncle, we aren't related in any way. Isn't it a little inappropriate to introduce your daughter to me the moment we meet? This isn't feudal ancient times, where arranged marriages were all the rage."

"I'm just a nobody. I really don't have something like Qi-State Origin-Flow on me."

"An arranged marriage? I'm not the kind of man who sells his daughter." Feng Zhenghao laughed heartily, waving for everyone to sit down and talk. Then he patted Zhang Chulan on the shoulder. "I'm only asking you to pursue her. I strongly support young people falling in love freely."

"Surely you wouldn't deny my daughter even this chance?"

"Of course not, of course not. It just came a little too suddenly." Zhang Chulan scratched the back of his head with an awkward smile and looked toward Feng Shayan, only to receive cold indifference.

Feng Shayan did not wish to defy her father, but she had no fondness for a stranger she had never met before.

"Suddenly? Not at all." Feng Zhenghao said meaningfully, "Chulan, though you and I have never met, our ancestors had an extraordinary connection."

"You two." Feng Zhenghao suddenly turned around and looked at Xu San and Xu Si with a faint smile. "I wish to have a heart-to-heart with an old family friend's descendant. Could you give us some time?"

"Brother San, Xu Si, is this guy trustworthy?" Zhang Chulan asked in a low voice, but everyone present was an Outcast. Who would fail to hear him?

"My father is extremely trustworthy." Beside Feng Shayan, the equally white-haired boy smiled brightly and said in a lively tone, "Our Feng family isn't like those outsiders who covet your Eight Extraordinary Skills."

"Oh, right, I'm Feng Xingtong. If you manage to win over my sister, you'll have to call me brother-in-law."

"Not outsiders..." Zhang Chulan muttered, lowering his eyes as though pondering something.

Xu San was still somewhat hesitant, but Xu Si nodded. Looking deeply at Feng Zhenghao, he said, "I believe the World Association's reputation is built on integrity, and I believe even more that one of the Ten Elders would not do anything so disgraceful."

"Of course, of course." Feng Zhenghao laughed openly and waved his hand. "I'm merely a businessman. How would I dare offend a state-owned enterprise?"

"Ahem, Nadutong isn't a state-owned enterprise," Xu San corrected. "We're a legitimate company."

"A legitimate company..." Feng Zhenghao chuckled without arguing.

What legitimate company would dare call itself Nadutong? In modern society, Outcasts could not reach Heaven, yet Nadutong could hear Heaven's will. It truly was not a state-owned enterprise. It was a central enterprise, an organization directly managed by the higher-ups, the relevant authority of the Outcast world.

While Feng Zhenghao chatted with Xu Si, Zhang Chulan moved his fingers and sent Lin Xian a message, silently praying that the old senior knew how to use modern electronic devices.

With one of the Ten Elders stepping forward, even the company had to show some respect. Everyone slowly withdrew outside, while Feng Xingtong placed several Silencing Talismans on the door to prevent their conversation from leaking out.

Inside, Feng Zhenghao spoke with Zhang Chulan at length. He also displayed Spirit Summoning and Dispatching, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, and said with both kindness and solemnity, "Chulan, your grandfather Zhang Xilin and my grandfather Feng Tianyang were sworn brothers. You possess Qi-State Origin-Flow, while I possess Spirit Summoning and Dispatching."

"We are the ones naturally meant to be family. In the current Outcast world, where danger lurks everywhere, descendants of the Eight Extraordinary Skills like us should stand together..."

"Spirit Summoning and Dispatching..." Zhang Chulan's eyes were full of shock. He believed him, yet he was still helpless. With a long sigh, he said, "President Feng, I understand what you mean, but I truly don't know Qi-State Origin-Flow."

"You don't know Qi-State Origin-Flow?" Even someone as seasoned as Feng Zhenghao was stunned. He narrowed his eyes and considered it. "Your grandfather didn't pass Qi-State Origin-Flow to you, so who did he pass it to? Could it have been your father?"

Feng Zhenghao recalled that Zhang Chulan still had a father. Perhaps the old man had not passed it to his grandson, but to his son.

That was perfectly normal in the Outcast world.

As far as he knew, Zhang Xilin had only one son and only one grandson.

If he brought Zhang Chulan into the World Association, then with the only son tied to the same cart, would he still need to fear the old man running away?

A sharp glint flashed through Feng Zhenghao's eyes. He had no intention of giving up on Zhang Chulan. On the contrary, he would redouble his efforts to win him over.

"Chulan, whether or not you know any of the Eight Extraordinary Skills, I will allow you to pursue my daughter." Feng Zhenghao spoke seriously. He did not say much, but his methods were ruthless even as he treated people sincerely. That was his style.

"President Feng, can I refuse?" Zhang Chulan asked helplessly. What he feared most now was getting tangled up in trouble. One Eight Extraordinary Skill was already more than enough for him.

"Why?" Feng Zhenghao asked.

Zhang Chulan gave a bitter smile. "My grandfather didn't pass Qi-State Origin-Flow to me, and he probably didn't pass it to my father either, so..."

Before he finished speaking, the door slowly opened with a click.

"Qi-State Origin-Flow. He doesn't know it, but I do."

A voice suddenly rang out. A transcendent youth came into view, dressed in black robes, with long loose hair, a tall figure, and a face that looked only eleven or twelve years old.

To others, Lin Xian merely seemed otherworldly and immortal, like a celestial spirit descending from the nine heavens.

But Feng Zhenghao, who was proficient in Spirit Summoning and Dispatching, saw something entirely different. His blood and vitality soared like dragons and divine elephants. Every step the youth took felt like a prison-suppressing divine elephant planting its foot, and every word he uttered resounded like the Eight Sounds of Heavenly Dragons.

"This level of life cultivation... there is actually such an expert in the Outcast world!"

Feng Zhenghao unconsciously took a step back. He had sensed such pure life cultivation only once before, from the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei on Mount Longhu.

However, Zhang Zhiwei's life cultivation had reached a state of divine radiance turned inward, giving people an unfathomable impression.

The youth before him stood as firm as a mountain and as still as a deep pool, like a towering peak piercing the clouds, or an immortal monument standing in the mortal world. Every gesture carried three thousand dignified forms, like an invincible vajra capable of subduing dragons and elephants with immense power.

"Senior... you must be Senior Lin." Feng Zhenghao quickly came to his senses, clicking his tongue inwardly. He had originally doubted the matter of rejuvenation, but now he had no choice but to believe it.

Such life cultivation could never have been accumulated without a century of arduous practice.

"There is no second Lin Xian in the Outcast world." Lin Xian smiled faintly, then beckoned Zhang Chulan over.

Supreme above all? Once strength reached a certain level, others would automatically fill in every detail. Feng Zhenghao was stunned once more, and eight words surfaced in his mind: Heavenly Endowment, Buddha-Dragon Elephants!

When the World-Honored One was born, he pointed one hand to Heaven and one hand to Earth, walked seven steps around, looked in all directions, and declared, "Above Heaven and below Earth, I alone am supreme."

This was not arrogant self-importance or extreme conceit.

It meant honoring only oneself and worshipping only one's true self. Nothing in the human world was more important than preserving one's true self. The sages and patriarchs of old could be respected, but one must never blindly worship them and lose one's original heart.

When glory and wealth, life-and-death tribulations, overwhelming authority, supreme divine abilities, every temptation, and countless hardships descended upon one.

One need only ask: had one's heart ever wavered?

That was the time for cultivation. That was the time to cultivate the heart.

"Ancestor, you've finally come!" Zhang Chulan let out a cheer. Seeing that his backing had arrived, he was instantly overjoyed and scampered over, only to receive a slap from Lin Xian.

"I heard about President Feng recruiting a son-in-law." Lin Xian stretched his limbs and feigned surprise. "Chulan, I never expected you to have such backbone, actually daring to reject the daughter of the World Group's chairman."

"World Group?" Zhang Chulan clutched his head, suddenly waking as if from a dream. He jolted and blurted out, "The World Group with a market value of over thirty billion?"

Mentioning his own great accomplishment, Feng Zhenghao nodded proudly. "That's right. The World Association is the World Group. We are not merely an Outcast organization, but also a massive commercial institution founded by me personally."

"Chulan, the thing I am proudest of in my life is not learning an Eight Extraordinary Skill, but founding the World Group."

Zhang Chulan suddenly felt a tiny bit of regret. He suddenly realized what he had just given up.

It was an opportunity that could have saved him eighteen lifetimes of struggle!

At that moment, Zhang Chulan wanted nothing more than to slap himself. Why had he been such an idiot?

"Chulan, the most important thing in life is knowing your own place."

Lin Xian waved Feng Baobao over and smiled. "Baobao, help me scold this brat who doesn't know his own limits."

"Scold him? How?" Feng Baobao asked with a blank, innocent expression. She did not know how to insult people. She only knew how to tell the truth.

"The same words you used on the day we captured Liu Yanyan." Lin Xian said calmly, "Make this brat face reality."

"Oh." Feng Baobao nodded obediently, then said something in an utterly flat tone. "How stupid do you have to be to believe a girl would willingly like trash like you... Look at that unlucky face of yours. Your whole outfit costs two hundred yuan at most..."

"If a girlfriend is willing to be with you, she has to want something from you, right~ But there's nothing good about you from head to toe... Do you think you've got diamonds embedded down there?"

"..."

"Stop scolding me, stop scolding me." Zhang Chulan covered his face and crouched in the corner. He no longer had the face to meet anyone. Social death, total social death!!!

"Not bad, but there is one thing I need to correct." Lin Xian suddenly said.

In an instant, a glimmer of light appeared in Zhang Chulan's eyes, as though he had seen hope for survival.

Lin Xian leisurely said, "This brat isn't good for nothing..."

"Mm-hmm!" Zhang Chulan nodded eagerly. That's right, keep going. Tell them about my good points.

"This brat is still a virgin." Lin Xian pointed casually and laughed. "Zhang Huaiyi said back then that he would plant a Cinnabar Seal Restriction on his grandson. I thought he was joking, but he actually did it."

"A Pure Yang Body. That's rare."

In an instant, everyone looked in the same direction.

Feng Shayan's expression turned strange, and she suddenly scoffed. "A virgin? That really is rare."

Zhang Chulan stared blankly, completely petrified. His entire being cracked apart in an instant, with only two phrases circling through his head: Pure Yang Body, virgin, virgin, Pure Yang Body...

"Still... being a virgin has its advantages." Lin Xian smiled faintly. A trace of white light appeared at his fingertips as he pointed at Zhang Chulan's Niwan Palace. "For example, a Pure Yang Body is better suited for cultivating Qi-State Origin-Flow."

"Zhang Chulan, do you want it?"

"Qi-State Origin-Flow!" The moment those words were spoken, nearly everyone's gaze fell upon that white light and Zhang Chulan. Was this the legendary Qi-State Origin-Flow, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills?

"Senior, can I not have it?" Zhang Chulan swallowed. Though he had not deeply explored the Outcast world, his understanding of the Eight Extraordinary Skills was extremely profound.

"Why not?" Lin Xian asked.

"Though the Eight Extraordinary Skills are miraculous..." Zhang Chulan took a deep breath, and his demeanor subtly changed, becoming somewhat calm and refined. He said softly, "My life changed because of it. My grandfather had to hide because of it. My family changed because of it too."

"Between my family and this technique, I choose my family."

"To me, this isn't some extraordinary skill. It is the source of chaos, the eye of the storm."

A technique that invited chaos, the source of disorder!

At that moment, nearly everyone felt as if they had come to know Zhang Chulan anew. This brat actually possessed such understanding?

Family... Feng Zhenghao's appreciation for Zhang Chulan grew even deeper.

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his eyes clear and without the slightest concealment, open and honest.

His lust for women and wealth was him. His timidity and fear of trouble were him. His shamelessness was him too. But those were his desires, not his true heart.

The tree that stands above the forest will be toppled by the wind; the one who rises above others will be condemned by the crowd.

Knowing oneself, acting with moderation, and enduring in silence were also parts of Zhang Chulan. He understood very clearly what he wanted and what he should not want.

By the time others were fooled by his outward behavior, he had already gained what he wanted.

"Techniques do not create chaos. People are the root of chaos."

"Likewise, no matter how powerful a spell may be, it cannot create an immortal. Only a person can become immortal."

Lin Xian smiled faintly and flicked his finger. "Becoming immortal depends on cultivating life, not tools. Giving up food for fear of choking is no good."

"Besides, you are already in the vortex. Without an Eight Extraordinary Skill, what will you use to stop your enemies?"

"Don't I still have you?" Zhang Chulan immediately put on a shameless grin, as if that restrained, elegant person from moments ago had not been him at all.

Great wealth and status were certainly good, but he would rather live a life without lack of food or clothing, without disputes, burning fine incense, drinking bitter tea, and passing his days in peace and leisure.

"Rely on me?"

Lin Xian was immediately speechless. Then the system's ethereal, mocking voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

Never expected it, did you? After fleecing others all day, someone has finally come to fleece you.

There is always a higher mountain, and always someone more shameless.

"Rely on a mountain and it may collapse; rely on the sea and it may run dry. Brat, rely on yourself instead." Lin Xian sneered and tossed the Qi-State Origin-Flow in his hand away.

Rely on him? Dream on. In this world, only Lin Xian was allowed to slack off and lie flat.

If everyone lay flat, how was he supposed to fish in troubled waters?

Brat, if you wanted to lie flat, he would give you as many Eight Extraordinary Skills as you wanted, but he absolutely would not let you enjoy such easy blessings. Go work hard.

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