Let alone Chen Jingchou.
Anyone who witnessed this scene firsthand would find it impossible to remain calm.
Most of those present were cultivators from the Prince of Yan's Residence.
They had personally witnessed Lu Guan knock on the door of the Inner Landscape today, officially joining the ranks of cultivators.
Now, it's the Inner Landscape Fourth Heaven?
This level of skill already surpasses that of several veteran cultivators among them who have toiled for decades in the Inner Landscape Realm.
The confusion in everyone's hearts was almost overflowing: 'Is he really just a newcomer who only started today?'
They say the Yangtze River's back waves push the front waves forward, and the front waves die on the beach, but your waves are pushing forward way too fast!
Before the new generation can even get going, the old generation has already been swept to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish.
Just then, a middle-aged cultivator in the crowd let out a long breath, his voice tinged with emotion:
"I never imagined that I would live to see a breakthrough in battle recorded in the senior's notes."
"So it wasn't just empty talk after all."
Ultimately, cultivating immortality is different from practicing martial arts.
While breakthroughs in the face of battle are rare among martial artists, they are at least traceable and have even been turned into stories by storytellers, becoming known to everyone in the streets and alleys.
This is because the way of the martial artist is honed in life-and-death battles, and it is in the moment when Qi and Blood surge that one is more likely to break through that barrier.
But practitioners are entirely different.
The most important aspect of spiritual practice is a calm mind, emphasizing the inner restraint of spirit and a clear and lucid mind.
Only when one sits in meditation and focuses on the One can subtly sense the energy of heaven and earth and draw it into the body, thread by thread.
Like unraveling a cocoon, one must not be impatient in the slightest.
In the midst of a battle, the energy of heaven and earth is constantly changing, surging and turbulent like boiling water.
Let alone using it to break through to a higher realm, even for daily breathing exercises, it's too intense.
Therefore, the idea of "breaking through in the heat of battle" is practically a pipe dream for cultivators.
"How rare..." The garrison commander stroked his long beard and spoke with a smile, his gaze sweeping over Lu Guan several times, growing more and more satisfied with what he saw.
"Whose subordinate is this?"
He paused, then sighed, half-jokingly, "Such a talented young man, this fellow Daoist should truly join my Demon Suppression Bureau."
"It's perfect timing to let him sit here, so I can retire and go back to enjoy my grandchildren."
Upon hearing this, Chen Jingchou, who was standing to the side, said quietly:
"My lord... this fellow Daoist originally came from the Demon Suppression Bureau, but now he has joined the Demon-Slaying Envoys. You'd better not even think about it."
The garrison commander paused, stroking his beard. "???"
Compared to the astonishment and discussion of the crowd below the clouds, what welled up in Fourth Master Yin's heart at this moment was a bone-chilling despair.
"Impossible! Hallucination! It must be a hallucination!"
From being suppressed to being suppressed, only a moment had passed.
However, it was in this instant that their identities were reversed.
Just moments ago, it was the one in a superior position, bullying the weak; now, it has become the one being oppressed.
How can it accept such a huge difference?
They even suspected that Lu Guan had used some kind of Mystery or Divine Ability, and that everything before their eyes was just an illusion.
Immediately afterwards, he slapped himself in the face.
pain!
It was utterly terrified. "It's true!"
In fact, highly advanced illusion techniques can even simulate pain, immersing people in a world that feels real.
The only solution is suicide.
Although Fourth Master Yin understood this principle, he simply couldn't bring himself to do it.
It's simple, it can't do it!
What if I really die?
Now, Lu Guan really wants to ask, "Look at us again, who is the one bullying the weak?"
"Snap!"
Almost simultaneously, Lu Guan raised his right fist, and the energy of heaven and earth moved accordingly.
Like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, they converged towards the sky, instantly forming a huge vortex.
Within the vortex, the illusory images of five towering mountains slowly emerged, inspiring awe and awe.
His momentum continued to rise.
Fourth Master Yin, however, clenched his fangs tightly, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.
We can't wait any longer!
'This person's method of accumulating power must be an extraordinary Divine Ability. If he continues to build up his momentum like this, layer upon layer, he might actually be able to kill me with a single punch in the end.'
As a powerful demon king in the Inner Landscape Realm, Fourth Master Yin could accept his own death, but he couldn't accept being treated like an ant...
He was beaten to death with a single punch!
Thinking of this, it made a thought and transformed into a blur.
The surrounding ghosts followed like shadows, like the king's personal guards, emitting meaningless roars as they charged forward.
In an instant, hordes of ghosts filled the sky, blotting out the sun.
The most prominent example is Fourth Master Yin, who is burning his own demonic blood.
With the blessing of countless vengeful spirits, this desperate attack had already faintly touched upon the scenery of the Inner Landscape Realm Fourth Heaven.
A desperate gamble, a complete and utter sacrifice!!
Seeing this, Lu Guan's lips curled up slightly.
Then, he did something that surprised everyone present—
He lowered his raised right fist.
At the same time, that arrogant aura vanished completely in an instant.
Even the celestial energy that had been hovering above the sky had vanished, as if the overwhelming power of the Five Sacred Mountains had been nothing but a dream.
The instant his fist landed, he suddenly drew his sword.
Celestial Person One Saber Slash!
"I was just kidding, that's the only Divine Ability I know."
Fourth Master Yin: "Huh?"
As the blade rose, a Celestial Person phantom resembling Lu Guan suddenly appeared in mid-air, seated amidst the Five Sacred Mountains, his robes fluttering, like a god or a spirit.
Blessed by [ Mountain-Bearing Bones ]!
"Cut!"
The dark shadows suddenly split in two in an instant, revealing a sliver of sky that had been obscured.
One of the slender figures, with a hint of relief in her eyes, parted her lips slightly before disappearing, as if saying to Lu Guan:
"... Thank you."
It was instantly extinguished in the flash of the blade.
Lu Guan's Divine Thought stirred slightly, and he seemed to hear the word of thanks. His eyes remained indifferent, and his knife never stopped moving.
"Boom!"
With a miserable howl from Fourth Master Yin, the huge tiger's body was instantly split in two at the waist and crashed heavily to the ground.
In an instant, a large amount of demon blood gathered into a small lake, filling the air with a stench.
Even at this point, Fourth Master Yin was still alive.
The savagery and the earlier fearlessness in its eyes were gone.
All that remains is fear.
It had seen that same expression on the faces of countless prey it had killed.
At that time, it even mocked in its heart, thinking that with such a lack of courage, it was no wonder that it died at its hands and could only become food for its stomach.
I never imagined that I would end up like this.
When true death came, it abandoned its once proud mountain king spirit, becoming like a wildcat begging for mercy, squeezing out intermittent moans from its throat:
"Please... don't kill me... I'll become your mount, at your beck and call..."
Its response was a blade that grew ever larger in the field of vision.
The blade flashed, and the mournful cry abruptly ceased.
[Tiger demon of the Inner Realm Third Heaven, Level Three, with low aptitude, cultivated for 1,800 years, with 1,080 years of effective Cultivation extracted]
[Remaining Cultivation: 1,835 years]
A bumper harvest!