Hearing the white-haired Daoist's promise, Wang Hao was overjoyed. He secretly marveled at how wealthy and powerful the Taoist School were, offering ten Innate arts techniques and even the so-called Wuji Dao Art.
Don't be fooled by the fact that he acquired a lot of Innate techniques. That's mainly because he's a die-hard fan of Old Master Jin and knows a lot about this world. Plus, with the help of Xiao Mengmeng and the system, he was able to obtain so many Innate martial arts techniques.
Putting aside other things, he would have had no chance of obtaining the Eastern Heretic's legacy on Peach Blossom Island and Zhao Min's legacy in the Kunlun Mountain sinkhole if he hadn't known the relevant information and hadn't received Xiao Mengmeng's help.
In reality, Innate martial arts are very rare. Only true Xiantian Grandmaster possess them, and most of them are inferior. Top-tier divine arts like the Longevity Dao Art are extremely rare.
Therefore, the fact that this old Daoist priest could offer ten innate Innate techniques, as well as the Wuji Dao Art he created himself, already shows great sincerity.
"There's no need to exchange them. Three hundred years ago, my ancestors in White Cloud City spread the first part of the Pangu Heaven-Opening Diagram far and wide to recruit heroes from all over the world. Even when the lineage of White Cloud City was cut off, we retrieved a copy of the first part that had been circulated back then from the outside world. So there are no taboos about spreading the Pangu Heaven-Opening Diagram."
However, the Pangu Heaven-Opening Diagram is extraordinary, and even the first part is not easy to copy. Furthermore, it would be extremely difficult for you to memorize it.
Wang Hao shook his head slightly, indicating that he didn't care about those ten Innate arts techniques.
Although he could exchange ten Innate Fortune Points from Dongfang Bai, he believed in playing the long game.
He has other plans regarding the martial arts classics of the Taoist School. He will create a fake Daoist master persona to deceive people. As for this trip, he is only here for the Taoist School Mount Tai Sword Sect, and to show off a bit and make the overseas martial arts world and the Heavenly Demon Sacred Cult Sect more realistic.
In any case, the world is so big, and this world is mostly ocean. With current navigation conditions, it would be as difficult as climbing to heaven to go to sea to find the so-called overseas martial arts world.
If one encounters a storm at sea, they will perish. Faced with the power of nature, even a Peak Xiantian Grandmaster would have to kneel.
Therefore, he wasn't afraid that these people would go out to sea and expose his lies. After all, the ocean is so vast; if you're so capable, go and sail all four oceans and travel around all seven continents. If you haven't seen every corner of the world, how dare you say that I Master Hao, am lying?
Therefore, he is not worried about anyone discovering his lies for at least several decades. By then, he will have already completed his mission and returned to the main world, and he will not need to care about the mess here.
Therefore, there is no need to worry about these things. As long as we use different identities to show off as much as possible, we can make the martial arts world in the Central Plains completely believe in the existence of overseas martial arts, thereby creating enormous external pressure and forcing the major forces to form an alliance.
With a little maneuvering, we can push that girl Dongfang Bai to the throne of martial arts alliance leader!
"What you're saying sounds pretty far-fetched!"
The middle-aged Daoist priest sneered, clearly not believing Wang Hao's words.
After all, this is a martial arts world; only a fool would believe such fantastical elements!
The white-haired old Daoist glanced at the middle-aged Daoist, said nothing, and turned back to stare at Wang Hao, waiting for Wang Hao's response.
Indeed, as the old saying goes, seeing is believing.
We should always maintain a skeptical attitude towards things we haven't seen with our own eyes, and this remains true today.
"You practice swordsmanship?"
Only then did Wang Hao focus his gaze on the middle-aged Daoist, or more precisely, on the long sword he held.
This is a rare and precious sword. Although it cannot compare to the eight ancient swords that the Confucian School scholars have nurtured for many years, its material is not much different.
Moreover, he could clearly sense a powerful and continuous Sword Intent emanating from this middle-aged Daoist priest, like the Yangtze River Taiga.
Clearly, this is a rare master of Sword Dao, whose strength is no less than that of figures like Zhang Wuji and Zhou Zhiruo.
"I'm practicing swordsmanship!"
Your sword is worthy of my drawing!
Wang Hao's expression returned to its initial calm and indifference, but his starry eyes contained an astonishingly fierce fighting spirit.
This is the opponent he has chosen for today!
After all, the main goal here is to show off, and as a martial artist, there's no better way to do so than through a battle.
Along the way, none of the people from the Mount Tai Sword Sect were worthy of his attention; to put it in high-sounding terms, none of them were worth drawing his sword against until he stepped into this grand hall.
Those few Early Innate Realm experts were too weak and not worth him drawing his sword for. The white-haired old Daoist was too strong; fighting such an old monster would be pure torture. Only this middle-aged Daoist was suitable.
Although based on his perception, his opponent was much stronger than him, and his chances of winning the fight were slim, that was now. Things would be different in a month.
Upon entering the territory of Mount Tai and sensing the Fortune hidden within the mountain, he had a very bold idea: if he succeeded, he could definitely hold a grand competition!
Therefore, this battle is inevitable!
Of course, another reason was that ever since he entered the hall, he could clearly sense the middle-aged Daoist's hostility, hostility directed at him.
This greatly displeased him, so he decided to teach him a lesson.
You want to challenge me?
The middle-aged Daoist priest narrowed his eyes slightly, showing some interest, but his expression grew even colder.
He wouldn't mind teaching this kid a lesson. No matter how powerful your overseas martial arts world and the Heavenly Demon Sacred Cult are, you're still just a junior at the Grandmaster Realm. Who gave you the audacity to speak to us like that?
"Overthrowing superiors is the real challenge, but my sword tells me it's no weaker than yours!"
Wang Hao remained calm and composed, and his words exuded sophistication.
Although the words were somewhat convoluted, the middle-aged Daoist still understood the meaning behind them, which only fueled his anger and made him feel deeply humiliated.
You, a mere Grandmaster Realm- level newbie, dare to claim you're not weak against a Late-stage Innate Realm expert like me? Where did you get the audacity?
"Clang!"
"Draw your sword! Let me see just how formidable your blade truly is!"
The middle-aged Daoist was straightforward; he immediately showed his displeasure, drew his sword and pointed it at Wang Hao, wanting to start a fight on the spot.
"Your sword tells me your heart is in turmoil. You are not worthy of my drawing of my sword. I will give you a month to adjust. A month later, atop this great hall, I will fight you!"
Another sophisticated remark came from Wang Hao's mouth, but it almost made the middle-aged Daoist opposite him want to curse.
How the hell did you manage to tell from my sword that I was in a state of turmoil?
Is this your sword, or the Daoist priest's sword?
Is it even possible to communicate normally anymore?
" Qingsong, put your sword away; your mind is truly in turmoil!"
The white-haired old Daoist sighed, stopping the tense situation from escalating, and shook his head sternly and helplessly at the middle-aged Daoist Qingsong.
He had watched this kid grow up, so he naturally knew him extremely well. He had sensed something was off about the kid the moment Ye Gucheng stepped into the main hall.
Logically speaking, given Qingsong's mental state and cultivation, it's impossible for him to speak coldly to others without reason, let alone draw his sword in anger just now. This is very different from his usual self.
He knew the reason behind it all; it was nothing more than jealousy.
Qingsong's talent is second to none in the entire Taoist School, no less than Zhang Sanfeng back then. He cultivated to the Late-stage Xiantian Grandmaster before he was even a hundred years old, which can be described as a peerless genius that is rare in thousands of years.
However, ever since the emergence of the overseas martial arts world and the Heavenly Demon Sacred Cult Sect, as well as those few junior powerhouses in the overseas martial arts world, especially the Sword Faction Wuming who performed the feat of slaughtering a million-strong army, Qingsong has developed a heart full of jealousy.
Upon seeing Ye Gucheng, who was also Tribulation Lords of the Ten Directions alongside those overseas juniors, my heart began to race.
If Qingsong, as someone directly involved, didn't notice, how could he, an outsider, not see it?
In this state, regardless of winning or losing, Qingsong certainly won't be able to perform at his full strength, let alone exceed his usual level.
Therefore, it would be unwise to start a fight immediately, and if we were to lose today, it would be a devastating blow to someone as proud as Qingsong, and might even cause him to never recover.
At that point, forget about breaking through to the Peak Xiantian Grandmaster; just maintaining your cultivation level without regressing will be a blessing.
"Very well, I accept the challenge one month from now!"
Taking a deep breath, Daoist Qingsong sheathed his sword and coldly accepted the challenge.
"Young friend, what preparations are needed for drawing the Pangu Heaven-Opening Diagram?"
Seeing the tense atmosphere dissipate, the white-haired old Daoist priest couldn't wait to ask, his curiosity about the Pangu Heaven-Opening Diagram growing even stronger.
The few Daoist cultivators at the Innate Realm who had remained silent were also very curious, and even the Daoist Qingsong, who had just been furious, turned his gaze over.
Although he didn't believe what the man said, he might as well go and see what tricks this guy was up to and what kind of tricks he could pull!
"No need to prepare too much; a bottle of ink and a jade disc about ten feet in size will suffice."
Wang Hao's expression changed, and he said with a smile.
Drawing the Pangu Heaven-Opening Diagram would be a rare opportunity to show off, which he certainly wouldn't miss.
As soon as Wang Hao finished speaking, a Daoist priest vanished, clearly to prepare ink and jade.
Although a jade disc the size of ten feet is very precious and rare, it is nothing to beings like them, and they can obtain it in a short time.
"Young friend, could you please explain in detail the mysteries of the Spirit Sea and the Innate Divine Sense?"
The white-haired old Daoist priest shamelessly asked again, adopting a very humble posture, completely like a seeker of the Tao.
"This isn't exactly a secret in our overseas martial arts world, so there's no harm in talking about it!"
Seeing that the old Daoist's attitude was good, and considering that the Daoist would need some time to search for the jade disc, Wang Hao simply found a chair and sat down to explain, "Senior, as a highly respected Taoist School master, you should be familiar with the theory of the three dantian."
"This old Daoist priest certainly knows that!"
The white-haired old Daoist nodded, his expression full of confidence. After all, as a Taoist School master, he was extremely knowledgeable in this area, not to mention he was a Peak Xiantian Grandmaster, already standing at the pinnacle of this world...
Well, okay, it's at the pinnacle of the Central Plains martial arts world, but it's still the pinnacle!
Therefore, he has achieved considerable skill in the three dantian (energy centers).
Wang Hao continued his deception, "In our overseas martial arts world, the Middle Dantian represents the heart, and it's in a completely open state; this applies to all living beings..."
"Hmph! Nonsense! The Middle Dantian evolved from the 'chanzhong' acupoint; when did it become the heart?"
Wang Hao had barely finished speaking when Daoist Qingsong let out a disapproving sneer, clearly disagreeing with Wang Hao's statement. Even the white-haired old Daoist looked puzzled, obviously hearing this for the first time as well.
Don't flaunt your ignorance; it will only make you a laughingstock!
Wang Hao glanced at the Daoist Qingsong, who was so angry that his face turned red. Before he could explode, Wang Hao continued to explain, "In Taoist School, there is a system of Refining Essence into Qi and Refining Qi into Spirit. Among them, essence represents blood essence, which is the essence of human blood, formed by the fusion of qi and Bloodline Power."
Once the essence and blood are fully replenished, a bridge can be built across the heart via the Chanzhong acupoint to achieve true Refining Essence into Qi...