Yu Tunzhou, a Martial Artist of a Later Age, Challenges Martial Ancestor Lu Daolin to a Contest of Fists (9.4k)
When Yu Tunzhou "woke up" from practicing his boxing, he was pleasantly surprised to find that his Fist Intent had become Primordial Unity, as if he had reached a higher level.
In addition, he had just Meditative Concentration in his fist, and in a trance, he seemed to have escaped into a Pure Land without sky, earth, Wuchen, or disturbance.
This is precisely the second stage of Nature Cultivation that Senior Lu has been specifically mentioning these past few days!
It was this extraordinary encounter that allowed him to briefly escape the ever-present Heavenly Abhorrence Curse!
At this moment, feeling the peak of his Fist Intent, the ferocity in his chest had reached an overflowing state that could not be increased any further.
In the the Unseen, a cold gaze, thousands of miles away, had already locked onto him.
Breaking free from the shackles of Heavenly Abhorrence is within reach!
He was about to tell Senior Lu about this series of good news when he turned around and found that his side was empty; Senior Lu had disappeared again.
Yu Tunzhou didn't take it to heart at first, assuming that Senior Lu had returned to the temple or gone down the mountain.
He sat cross-legged on the spot, closed his eyes, regulated his breathing, and harmonized his Qi, making final preparations for breaking through the barrier.
As he approached the breakthrough, he became increasingly calm and composed, with only the flickering flame in his eyes burning ever brighter.
When Yu Tunzhou opened his eyes again, the sun was already setting.
He glanced at the sky, then got up to descend the mountain.
But when he turned around, he found that Old Mo was standing not far away from him at some point.
"Old Mo, what brings you here?"
Yu Tunzhou was eager to share his good news. Since Senior Lu wasn't around, Old Mo would be the first person he wanted to share the good news with.
Old Mo scratched his head, somewhat helpless. He really wasn't good at this kind of work, but he had still agreed to Lu Huaiqing's request.
With a sigh, Old Mo abandoned his usual rambling and said in a serious, somewhat stiff tone, "Yu Tunzhou, a fellow asked me to tell you that he thinks a spirited, unparalleled Yu Tunzhou is far better than a half-dead Lu Huaiqing!"
Yu Tunzhou was stunned. What did this mean?
He looked up at the sky.
The twilight was as red as blood, and the setting sun seemed like a silent omens.
It seemed that he had heard from Senior Lu that he didn't have much time left when they first met, but he still didn't expect that Senior Lu would leave so hastily and so quietly.
A surge of restlessness welled up inside him, followed by an indescribable anger and resentment.
Within his chest, a fierce anger burned like wildfire, yet his eyes grew ever more profound and silent.
This shouldn't be the case.
Seeing this, Old Mo thought to himself, "Oh no!" He was really bad at comforting people, so he could only bite the bullet and say earnestly, "Tunzhou, life is a series of partings and reunions."
"Don't let that guy make the wrong choice. Look ahead—"
"Old Mo, I've mastered that set of boxing techniques." Yu Tunzhou suddenly interrupted him, his tone calm.
"Fist technique? Which fist technique?"
Old Mo was still racking his brains, extracting the little ink in his belly, pondering how to deliver a passionate and inspiring speech that would make the young man feel as if he were listening to sacred words.
"It's that technique you praised me for before, saying that once I truly mastered it, I could easily sweep through the town."
Yu Tunzhou paused, remained silent for a moment, and then continued, "I just finished practicing it and was about to show it to Master Lu, but I didn't expect Master Lu to leave in such a hurry."
"We've known each other for so many years, and you're actually planning to show it to him first? You're Yu Tunzhou! I'm throwing a tantrum!" Old Mo said, heartbroken.
At the same time, he wondered to himself, "Could this guy be talking about that set of boxing techniques?"
Old Mo thought to himself, "This is bad. Could it be that Tunzhou has already discovered that I'm fooling him?"
Lu Huaiqing, oh Lu Huaiqing, I thought you were a good person—
Yu Tunzhou suddenly took a step forward, slowly assuming a boxing stance. A surge of Fist Intent, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, exploded with a deafening roar.
In an instant.
The green mountain beneath their feet trembled, then collapsed and sank with a deafening roar!
Inside the cave, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The one who accomplished all this was not Yu Tunzhou's Fist Intent, but Old Mo's.
At this moment, the Old Mo standing in front of Yu Tunzhou felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.
It seemed that he couldn't contain himself and inadvertently revealed a trace of his true nature, leaving the world in desolation.
Over the years, even though he knew that the town was full of hidden masters, Yu Tunzhou acted casually in front of Old Mo. It wasn't because Yu Tunzhou didn't realize that Old Mo was a master, but because Old Mo never talked about cultivation levels.
But what if one day Old Mo used the concept of spiritual realm as an excuse?
Just like now.
In the small town, everyone stopped what they were doing. Sensing that familiar yet strange atmosphere, only two thoughts remained in their minds—
Who exactly is that town keeper?
Who made him treat the enemy with such seriousness?!
Inside the Daoist temple.
The Daoist priest uttered the name of the Boundless Heavenly Venerable, and finally, having achieved perfect merit, he could depart in peace.
The various branches of Daoism are rising again today!
Before leaving, he exclaimed from the bottom of his heart, "The highest virtue makes even dragons and tigers submit; the greatest morality commands the respect of ghosts and gods."
Dear friend Yu, I truly look forward to meeting you on the road someday.
Mountain summit.
Old Mo's gaze was calm as he stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar young man before him.
A torrent of Fist Intent poured forth from Yu Tunzhou's body, seemingly effortless and natural.
Finally, they converged like a great river, surging and mighty, but instead of flowing straight down, they rose into the sky, meeting the overwhelming pressure of the Heavenly Dao.
Like a mayfly that lives only a day, it doesn't produce the desire to peek at the sky, but rather wings that survey the heavens and roam freely across the land!
Old Mo's expression changed repeatedly until he finally noticed the descending Heavenly Abhorrence!
Who was covering up the "Yu Tunzhou" phenomenon before?!
Old Mo instinctively reached for the knife, but then suddenly stopped.
To escape the Heavenly Abhorrence, one must rely on oneself; any rash intervention from others will only backfire.
And just then...
An earth-shattering will forcefully broke through the cave's seal.
It is not aimed at any one person, but at everything in this world that stands in its way and prevents it from pursuing true freedom and transcendence!
Within the Primordial Spirit Heaven and Earth Yu Tunzhou, behind the Taiyin Kun Fish, a divine bird with overwhelming power spread its wings, raised its eyes to scan the sky and sea, its eyes filled with satisfaction, let out a sharp cry that pierced the azure sky, and Fuyao upwards!
This moment.
The Fist Intent Yu Tunzhou was like a cascading waterfall, displaying a myriad of magnificent forms.
Within that waterfall-like Fist Intent, it was as if a Little Black was swimming upstream, leaping over the Dragon Gate, causing the two dragon-descended girls on the riverbank below the mountain to tremble from the depths of their souls.
Especially Liu Zhizhou, whose bloodline was even purer, clenched her teeth so tightly that cracks appeared at the roots of her teeth!
She could no longer hold back, collapsed to the ground, opened her mouth to scream, but under an invisible suppression, she could not make a sound.
That was the fear of a natural enemy stemming from blood ties, the despair of not being able to control one's own life and death!
But what resounded deep within her soul, filling her with a terror that ran deep in her blood, was a shriek.
Extremely fierce and tyrannical to the extreme – a legend from High Antiquity states that the Dragon and Phoenix clans, as the masters of heaven and earth, were powerful, but their dominance in the world was solely due to the size and abundance of their clans.
In terms of individual strength, there are still many innate beings who can disregard the majesty of the Dragon and Phoenix clans, roam the world freely, and dominate the land.
Among them is a kind of innate being that fears neither true dragons in the four seas nor phoenixes in the nine heavens. With a spread of its wings, it can stir up clouds and winds, overturn seas and swallow waves, and it loves to devour dragon offspring.
Even the Dragon Courts of the Four Directions Phoenix Palace of Myriad Tribulations of yesteryear could do nothing against it, allowing it to roam freely.
And its name is Kunpeng.
Therefore, at this moment.
Even in the distant Northern Dark Continent, thousands of miles away.
A Daoist priest felt a spiritual connection, gazed southward, and sensed something even more profound—
The primordial aura of superiority.
Deep in the vast Northern Dark Sea Ocean, an High Antiquity behemoth carrying a mountain on its back opened its eyes. Ignoring the High Antiquity remnants who came to visit it not far away, it quietly gazed south, its gaze finally dimming and puzzled.
Why did the divine essence of our ancestors, eternally existing between heaven and earth, choose one—
Human Race?
As the Yu Tunzhou's Fist Intent rose, the Heavenly Abhorrence also surged suddenly, like the Heaven's Collapse and the earth overturning, trying to counterattack and suppress everything.
Under such crushing pressure, even a towering tree can be broken!
But the Yu Tunzhou on the mountaintop is like the wild grass on the earth, able to withstand the fierce winds that even tall trees cannot withstand, its fist technique is extremely soft, like sitting on the wind and water.
The Kunpeng's roar echoed throughout heaven and earth with increasing joy, as if acknowledging the principles behind the boy's punches.
When the Yin energy in the fist reached its extreme, Yu Tunzhou exhaled a burst of ferocious energy from his chest, with no more suppression. The surging power of his Fist Intent was visible to the naked eye.
It was as if the first rays of dawn had suddenly appeared, piercing into Old Mo's eyes, like the sun rising over the East Sea, shining brightly in the mid-sky, domineering and unparalleled!
At this moment Taiyin Yang, Yu Tunzhou opened his fist stance, his back slightly arched, revealing a majestic and imposing posture.
Behind him, it was as if a Daoist classic, lost for far too long, was slowly unfolding, expounding to the world the profound principles of the universe:
The great transformation of Yin and Yang is called Taiji.
The Yi (易) gives rise to the Taiji), which in turn generates the Yin and Yang (两仪).
The two polarities give rise to the four symbols, and the four symbols give rise to the eight trigrams.
The eight trigrams are arranged in a row, encompassing all things—therein lies the universe!
Therefore.
In this punch--
Heaven and earth, yin and yang; the universe, mystery and darkness; all things past and present; the cycle of life and death.
All has been said.
[Yu Tunzhou, where is the true path?]
In my fist.
[Yu Tunzhou, where exactly does your ambition lie?]
At this moment.
Hidden beneath the struggle for survival, concealed within hardship, it finally broke through the soil, like bamboo shoots sprouting in spring, like a roc spreading its wings, like a thunderclap, in his heart, it ran rampant, growing vigorously!
On the mountaintop, the boy, seemingly oblivious to all of this, remained calm and undisturbed, single-mindedly practicing his fist techniques. The energy around his body circulated, transforming into a perfectly round Taiji Diagram, extending six zhang from his body, as if to transform the entire world into Taiji Yin-Yang Domain!
Feng shui flows, and the ocean embraces all rivers.
The fiercely approaching Heavenly Abhorrence was actually forcefully repelled by the True Intention within his fist, and ultimately disappeared into this world along with the divine will of Kunpeng.
Like Yu Tunzhou, it's like someone who has been trapped in a cage for a long time suddenly gaining great freedom, with a clear State of Mind, like a fish in water, returning to Pure Land.
Even after he put away his boxing stance, his Fist Intent remained, as conspicuous as a torch in the night.
Yu Tunzhou didn't ask Old Mo how good his boxing technique was.
Because he knew better than anyone else that this set of boxing techniques would never be inferior to anyone else's.
He simply gazed silently at a certain spot within this grotto, sensing something that was responding to him.
Over the past few months.
An elder hoped that one day he could take on a challenge in his place—
An invincible person.
But he told himself it wasn't enough.
Yu Tunzhou isn't enough!
Your Fist Intent can become even stronger!
His gaze was fixed on the two Immortal Foundation that had been nurtured within his Dantian for a long time, his expression indifferent yet filled with anger, as if he were rebuking them:
Why hasn't he been born yet?!
Old Mo, who had seen through the entirety of the fist technique, Fist Intent, and path, remained silent for a long time, even though the Yu Tunzhou demonstration had already ended.
Old Mo suddenly felt a strong urge to find some time to have a good chat with the old Daoist priest.
Finally, he said softly, "Yu Tunzhou, once you leave this town and travel, try to use this boxing technique less often."
"Tomorrow, I will send you away from this grotto-heaven and choose a place for you to cultivate in peace. From then until the External Scenery, you will not need to—"
Yu Tunzhou shook his head and said, "Old Mo, no, I still need to use this set of boxing techniques to challenge someone."
In this battle, he not only wants to win, but also to tell certain people, and to tell this blessed land.
With me, Yu Tunzhou, here, you—
That won't work.
Old Mo said in a deep voice, "Yu Tunzhou, there's no need to show off now! This set of boxing techniques will only make you a target!"
"In life, sometimes you need to conceal your talents and endure hardship. Only those who survive to the end and stand firm in the end are the true winners!"
Yu Tunzhou said seriously, "Old Mo, have you ever bowed your head in your entire life?"
Old Mo was speechless.
Since learning martial arts, Old Mo has only ever bowed to himself.
Yu Tunzhou muttered to himself, his eyes growing brighter, "That's it."
"Yu Tunzhou may die, may be defeated, but he will never bow down to certain people or certain things!"
Old Mo sighed inwardly, his gaze complex.
Lu Huaiqing, oh Lu Huaiqing, no wonder you wanted me to come and deliver the message personally----
"Old Mo, are you interested in learning boxing from me?"
Yu Tunzhou suddenly looked at him, his expression serious, "I'll teach you!"
Old Mo looked intently at Tunzhou, wanting to ask whether this was your true feeling or something Lu Huaiqing had taught you.
But in the end, he only asked, "Yu Tunzhou, do you know what this fist technique represents?"
Yu Tunzhou's eyes gleamed. "Master Lu was originally interested in learning my boxing style, but unfortunately I was a step too late."
"Buddhism speaks of cause and effect, and since this set of boxing techniques originated from my hands, it must never be lost from my hands!"
"Old Mo, if you want to learn, I'll teach you!"
Old Mo could already tell that this was the boy's true nature, so he suppressed all his distracting thoughts, rubbed his hands together, and said with a grin, "Well, I'm too sorry, Tunzhou, Old Mo won't stand on ceremony with you!"
At the summit of the mountain.
A young man was in front, and Old Mo was behind.
Two figures stood atop the mountain, their movements synchronized, casting long shadows.
But it is -
A person practices boxing.
One person learns boxing.
Old Mo, who stood behind Yu Tunzhou pretending to learn boxing but actually only learning the Fist Intent, was still unsettled.
Tunzhou, oh Tunzhou, this style of boxing is something that even Old Mo, have never seen in all my years of wandering the martial world.
Is this generation of young people in the small town being swept away?
hehe.
Martial arts in the world are all divided into realms, but in Old Mo's eyes, this martial art has no realm restrictions.
If one can fully comprehend the Chain Forming Realm, then it becomes Chain Forming Martial Arts.
Cultivating at the Divine Ability Realm can also lead to the development of Divine Ability powers and principles.
Even when practicing in the External Scenery, one can still use this fist technique to control the power of heaven and earth.
The same applies to the Dharma Aspect.
Old Mo sighed deeply.
The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao.
Millions of people practice this style of boxing, resulting in millions of interpretations and the development of millions of different Fist Intent!
The greatest truths are the simplest; nothing beats this!
"Old Mo, you still haven't learned it? This is the third time already."
Old Mo coughed twice and argued, "I practice swordsmanship, and I've only learned one move in my life of fist fighting. Each has its strengths, which is perfectly reasonable!"
Which style did you learn?
"Turtle Fist!"
Mentioning his former reputation as a boxer who dominated the docks, where no one dared to claim supremacy, Old Mo proudly puffed out his chest.
Yu Tunzhou silently turns away.
Night fell.
At the mountaintop, the mountain wind howled.
Old Mo finally learned the boxing technique and practiced as he went down the mountain.
Yu Tunzhou did not leave, but made final preparations on the mountaintop.
These days, he has been fighting against the Heavenly Abhorrence and suppressing the malevolent energy, which has prevented him from Meditative Concentration and thus made it difficult for him to absorb and release Martial Fortune. This means that his Immortal Foundation is still a little short of naturally reaching perfection.
If it were to be forced into existence at this time, it would inevitably have some shortcomings.
But Yu Tunzhou no longer cared.
He wanted to declare to this grotto-heaven in the strongest form he could achieve at that moment.
Besides, any shortcomings can be made up for in the future; how could they delay his questioning of the fist?
Within his Dantian, seemingly responding to his will, the first Immortal Foundation gradually emerged, gentle and serene like moonlight, concealing its power and sharpness—a wisp of Taiyin energy.
Once this Immortal Foundation was completed, it resonated with the second immortal Immortal Foundation, suggesting some kind of connection between them.
Soon, a wisp of solar energy regenerated in his Dantian, as fierce and powerful as the blazing sun, dazzling and radiant, burning away evil and dispelling falsehood.
Two strands of energy confronted, collided, intertwined, and merged within the Dantian, seemingly regarding each other as enemies of the Great Dao!
Yu Tunzhou watched coldly from the sidelines, and his final words solidified the overall structure of his Dantian.
[Yin and Yang are mutually reflective, mutually covering, mutually controlling, mutually replacing, mutually generating, and mutually destroying.]
From then on, Yin and Yang interacted, returning to chaos and the beginning of nature.
The two energies of Taiyin slowly merged into nothingness, eventually transforming into a wisp of pure energy.
Within the Dantian, there was nothing at this moment, yet a wisp of pure energy hung quietly there, yin and yang were not yet separated, the azure sky was colorless, and chaos had not yet been created.
It is clearly formless and colorless, yet incredibly heavy, as if it contains all things and existed before the creation of heaven and earth.
Yu Tunzhou gazed at it for a long time, and from it he understood the True Intention of this Immortal Foundation.
This is his Immortal Foundation.
Yin and Yang transform into the first green, and the primordial Qi illuminates the ten directions.
Named:
[ From the Primordial Azure One, the teachings spread to all directions]
Yu Tunzhou did not delve into the function of this Immortal Foundation at this moment; he slowly opened his eyes.
Daylight broke.
The sun rose as usual the next day, seemingly no different from the countless days and nights that had passed in the town, just as no one knew that a man had gone on a long journey.
In the small town.
In the small town, the young men of each family got up early and prepared for the day.
Yesterday, that senior surnamed Lu came to see them specifically. Besides giving them some pointers, he was implying something in his words.
Tomorrow, the Yu Tunzhou that you're all "concerned" about will be descending the mountain.
Why go down the mountain?
Naturally, it's about boxing.
Instead of being afraid, people were even more excited.
Two months have passed, and after more than a month of silence, how much of a gap remains between Yu Tunzhou and them?
On the mountaintop.
The boy sat cross-legged, raised his head, and watched the sunrise as a brilliant red sun slowly rose.
Its light illuminates the entire world.
I don't know how much time passed.
The boy, who had been locked away in this grotto for three years, rose and stood atop the mountain.
Perched atop the mountain, having weathered the mountain winds all night, the dust and grime that used to bother us are now nothing more than—
The clothes scattered as soon as they were shaken.
He stood atop the mountain, facing the rising sun, and slowly assumed a boxing stance, silently chanting in his heart, as if responding to someone:
I have a bright pearl, but it has long been locked away by worldly troubles.
Now the dust has settled and light shines forth, illuminating countless mountains and rivers.
At this juncture...
Yu Tunzhou's fist Fist Intent surged and soared, like water overflowing rivers and filling the four seas, ultimately rising like the sun and moon in the sky, hanging high above the grotto heavens!
He raised his fist to the sky, and a roar like a thunderclap resounded throughout the land, "Future martial artists Yu Tunzhou, challenge the Martial Ancestor of Fist Lu Daolin!"
Heaven and earth were silent.
Only the boundless Martial Fortune surged wildly.
They were like people rushing to leave one man in search of another.
The one who attained the state of Wuji through the Taiji principles of boxing.
Those who have long been submerged in the abyss will surely make their voices resound Mortal Realm.
Upon hearing this sound, the entire town was nearly shaken.
No one could believe their ears. Instead of descending the mountain, Yu Tunzhou —went to ask the fist-wielding man?!
In the streets and alleys, the unorthodox masters who had broken into this cave under Liu Qiandao's leadership were equally astonished, completely unable to believe what they had just heard.
Liu Qiandao was the first to be shocked, wondering whose son this was, that he was so extraordinary.
They're so arrogant and ignorant!
What he was unaware of at that moment was that the name of the boy, whom he had no interest in hearing, knowing, or understanding, had already irresistibly entered his ears.
The boy whom Lu Huaiqing gave up his last wisp of Yin Spirit for----
It's like Yu Tunzhou!
He wanted to challenge Lu Daolin, the greatest martial artist in the world a thousand years ago and the founder of Martial Dao!
Deep within the cave.
--
His Martial Fortune was now teetering on the brink of collapse!
But the man, sitting upright, had an increasingly fervent gaze, as if his ambition, dormant for a thousand years, had awakened in this very moment.
very good.
very good.
Very good!
This is what we, as people of this generation, truly are!
At this moment.
He finally understood why that wicked disciple dared to ask him to temporarily avoid the limelight.
For today's teenagers, this kind of challenge is too early; whether they win or lose, it's not a good thing.
For him, this challenge was too early. Only when the young man reached the Dharma Aspect stage would this challenge be truly worthy of the name and the Martial Dao competition he had been longing for!
Otherwise, would he voluntarily fall into Qi Ingestion and engage in a contest of Qi Ingestion with the current Yu Tunzhou? That would be utterly boring.
The man suddenly felt a little sad.
Huaiqing, oh Huaiqing, at the end of the story, do you regret finding this child, or are you more satisfied?
If you regret it, is it because you're afraid I won't be able to resist killing him prematurely?
In your eyes, is my teacher really so petty and narrow-minded?
In the small town.
The bald Daoist priest was shocked by the feat of Yu Tunzhou, but his eyelids twitched wildly, and he quietly retreated.
Ahead, the Taishang Elder of the Life-Extinguishing Gate, the Seven Bandits of the Western Desert, and the Five Poisons of Miao Territory ----
More than 30% of the world's evil and heretical masters have gathered here!
"Good lad, you're totally my Laozi!"
At the street corner, a burly man from the Western Desert strode out, looked up and laughed loudly, "Don't you dare try to take Laozi from me! Once I take this Laozi back, I'll find a bunch of women to have his babies, and I'm sure I can pick out a few with decent talent!"
"Then you might as well let me test the poison." The veiled Miao Territory woman said with a faint smile, then suddenly laughed and scolded, "You surnamed Qiu, you dare to strike first?"
The thin, elderly man wearing a straw hat smiled silently, then reached out and grabbed the boy on the mountaintop.
The group chatted and laughed casually, no longer paying attention to Liu Qiandao who had brought them in.
To them, now that they've entered this celestial realm, what do they care about Liu Qiandao, or even Lu Huaiqing?!
"Um?!"
Amidst a scream, everyone frowned and looked over, only to see that Old Man Gong from the Six Paths of Evil and Demons of Lifeless Monastery had his arm silently severed.
Everyone's expression changed simultaneously.
Their Primordial Spirit swept across their surroundings, trying to find the enemy, but was simultaneously suppressed by force, as if someone had pointed a finger to their lips and whispered in their ears:
Keep your voices down, lest you disturb the young man on the mountaintop.
The man squatting on the fishing boat, out of respect for someone, ultimately refrained from making a direct move.
He glanced at Liu Qiandao, the leader of the group of outsiders, and uttered a single word:
roll.
Liu Qiandao glanced at the man who used to fear no one in the town from afar, then turned and left without a word.
As for the others, they couldn't leave even if they wanted to.
Old Mo stood up, smiling at the uninvited guests who had barged into the cave, as if to say:
Ladies and gentlemen, are you surprised? Were you taken aback?
When Old Mo stopped joking and started speaking with his profound understanding of the world, no one dared to speak in his presence.
Between heaven and Tongtian, a majestic Dharma Aspect, reaching to the heavens and the earth, stood with both hands supporting a sword, wearing a dark purple robe with calamity patterns. The robe seemed to be woven from billions of strands of sword energy, conveying the True Intention of destruction.
Its mere existence here is enough to nearly sever the entire Luofu Grotto-Heaven!
"[The Great Formless Tribulation-Slaying Dharma Aspect]! You are the Great Hero Mo, ranked ninth on the Heaven Ranking?!"
Some people looked horrified, and their minds were filled with disbelief.
Looking at the figure on the mountaintop, brimming with youthful vigor, Old Mo felt a sense of pride, like "my daughter has come of age."
Then he turned and corrected him seriously, "It's sixth."
One hundred and fifty years ago, someone lost to the fifth-ranked person on the Heaven Ranking by a single move, thus ascending to the sixth-ranked person in the world.
One hundred and fifty years later, the person who was fifth on the Heaven Ranking Heaven Ranking back then has risen to the third position, while he has fallen to ninth place due to his long absence and is about to be removed from the list.
People only know that his surname is Mo, but not his given name. They only know that his life was full of chivalry and romance, so they respect him as the Great Hero Mo.
Today, for each of the units stationed there, one unexpected event followed another.
But no matter how many unexpected events occurred, nothing seemed to compare to the man they had spent decades with, the world-renowned Great Hero Mo!
Even Daoist Qingzhi of the Nanhua School found it hard to believe that the scoundrel who liked to climb over walls was a Dharma Aspect master who was ranked alongside her senior brother on the Heaven Ranking!
Some people seem to only appear like Buddhas from afar, but up close they're just reckless scoundrels.
At this moment.
The heretical masters from all directions who came in response to Lu Huaiqing's call—if cursing could kill, then Lu Huaiqing would have been brought back to life by their insults.
That damned Lu Huaiqing, is this what you meant by "no risk, at most just a few External Scenery"?!
Even among the most accomplished Dharma Aspect masters, this person is not weak!
Just as everyone was on edge, preparing for a full-force attack, they scattered and fled.
As for how many will survive, that depends on their individual fate and destiny.
At this moment.
At the end of the street, a man walked out barefoot, his sleeves fluttering, his clothes all in the ancient style of a thousand years ago.
Old Mo's gaze suddenly sharpened, as if facing a formidable enemy.
The man raised his hand, grabbed the head of a bandit from the Western Desert, and with a gentle squeeze, a Grandmaster of External Scenery died without explanation.
Blood splattered on the faces of those around them, and only then did these evil and unorthodox masters awaken from their daze, followed by a deep-seated despair that filled their bones, their eyes bloodshot with rage.
Two Dharma Aspect masters?
Even on the Northern Dark Sea battlefield, where the situation was in complete disarray not long ago, there were no two true Dharma Aspect Masters in command!
Who is this person?!
"Lu Daolin!"
Old Mo pronounced the man's name slowly and deliberately.
This moment.
The streets and alleys were deathly silent.
What's even more terrifying than these unorthodox masters is the current presence of the thirty-nine garrisons.
Old Mo finally understood where Lu Huaiqing got his confidence to say that even if he were here, it wouldn't matter.
This Martial Ancestor actually voluntarily left the place of imprisonment!
At this moment, Old Mo finally understood Lu Huaiqing's entire plan and guessed some of the truth.
The reason this person was able to step out on his own initiative was because of the Yu Tunzhou's —Questioning Fist!
For a thousand years, why would this Martial Ancestor actively bestow Martial Fortune upon younger generations and incite disciples from various families to fight each other?
Is it to see a proper Martial Dao competition?
Yes, but it's definitely not just that!
Starting a thousand years ago, this Martial Ancestor began a kind of self-salvation.
This grotto was jointly built by various families a thousand years ago, and its underlying rules are strict and without any loopholes.
For example, if an ignorant junior wanted to challenge this Martial Ancestor, Lu Daolin, who ultimately chose to respond to the challenge, could only send out a shard of his spirit corresponding to the challenger's realm.
But this being, through years of unleashed Martial Fortune, had corrupted this grotto-heaven, prying open a loophole in its underlying rules. Now, what has emerged is no longer a demigod, but the true self—
Of course, no matter how much is said, it all boils down to one sentence -
A thousand years of suppression, a shared Martial Fortune —how could it possibly be without any backlash?
That would be a gross underestimation of this patriarch of Martial Dao!
Old Mo narrowed his eyes, barely suppressing the urge to draw his sword and question the Martial Ancestor.
The man who had his back to Old Mo Old Mo seemed to disregard him completely, and was even pleased to see him launch a sneak attack, so that he could instantly revert to his Dharma Aspect?
As for that reckless brat...
For Lu Huaiqing's sake, I'll spare your life.
At the mountain peak, the Fist Intent was magnificent and powerful. The young man, who was faintly connected with this world, clearly felt the other's intention.
His expression was ferocious, his teeth were clenched, and the flames in his eyes burned fiercely. It was no longer the Kunpeng Divine Intent from the outside, but the ferocity that truly arose from his own heart, which was now running rampant.
One step forward, and it's as if you're getting closer.
Entering a [Pure Land] with one's heart is like challenging a fist with one's inner voice:
I, Yu Tunzhou, am here today to challenge you to a duel.
How are you going to respond?!
How could you not answer?!
If you don't accept, how can I send Master Lu off with a resounding victory?!
The heavens and earth erupted in a roaring uproar.
Not daring to be among the younger generation in the small town, Ya Jue was terrified, as if this place was filled with two giant orange wheels in the sky, making it difficult to look directly at him. His mind was in turmoil and he could no longer calm down!
Even the most cunning and ruthless among the guards were completely moved and lost their composure, their shock turning into horror. They were even more shocked by the fact that Martial Ancestor, for some unknown reason, had voluntarily walked out of the prison.
A pair of stone galls that someone had been playing with for many years suddenly shattered without their knowledge. Ya looked up at the mountain in disbelief, at the boy from the countryside.
What kind of courage and audacity does it take to dare to utter such disrespectful and presumptuous words in this celestial realm?
Not to mention that—it's already... out of its straits!
Inside the mansion, Qin Shaoyou stood with a bitter smile.
He finally understood why Senior Lu had chosen Yu Tunzhou instead of even glancing at him.
The book says that a gentleman respects what is within himself, and does not covet what is beyond his control; therefore, he makes daily progress.
But today, he truly saw a "One Whose Fist Is in Heaven"!
--
How can ----
Neither admiring nor respecting?
Inside the Jiang Household mansion.
Jiang Yungu's heart trembled, but a certain flame gradually began to burn in his eyes.
So this is what Martial Dao truly are!
The old man not far away had a mixture of sadness and joy. He was saddened that a "young man" who did not ride had already gone far away, but also happy that the young man's vision did not involve riding. The boy he chose might be even more outstanding than him!
Xie Linchuan's eyes burned with fervor; this was the Martial Dao he desired, this was the mountain he longed to reach!
Brother Yu, your skills have surpassed mine!
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Next to the vegetable rice bowl.
Cao Jianjia's gaze was unfocused, and a lotus flower swayed gracefully in her heart.
Like all the women here at this moment, she had only one thought in her mind:
Does such a man truly exist in this world?
In the streets and alleys of the small town, Mo Chougui had completely given up on divination, unsure whether to burst into tears or force a bitter smile.
At this moment, everyone gazed silently at the mountain peak. The Martial Fortune was all moved by one person. Was this not a case of all the peaks paying homage to this one mountain?!
It is precisely that majestic scene of ten thousand peaks bowing down and a thousand ridges guarding it!
Mo Chougui weren't wrong; in fact, they were incredibly accurate!
In the streets and alleys.
The man who easily crushed the heads of two Miao Territory External Scenery Grandmaster with one hand swallowed their Blood Qi and qi, which whetted his appetite and restored some of his cultivation level and strength.
What a wicked disciple! The sacrifices he's chosen for his master are nothing but a bunch of demons and heretics?
He suddenly stopped, as if he dared not look at his own ear, and looked back, his eyes filled with surprise.
"Damn it, this brat Lu Huaiqing's only been raising for a few days, and he really thinks he can turn the world upside down?!"
The man's smile was equally ferocious, yet he only ever smiled, unrestrained and carefree, letting the remaining Martial Fortune around him sway wildly and uncertainly, even deliberately knocking it down!
How dare you!
With such audacity, take it all!
but.
Yu Tunzhou.
You must grow up quickly, in thirty years, twenty years, five years, or even ten years!
Otherwise, I will lose my temper and kill you with my own hands!
Suddenly, the man stumbled, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth.
Because some ignorant brat was still cursing and swearing, spewing all sorts of nonsense, it was like starting a war.
Yu Tunzhou didn't know any of that. He only knew that Master Lu had sent him to fight, and he was determined to win! He had to win!
Some of the words reached the man's ears, and Wu's forehead veins throbbed with rage; he wished he could turn around and strangle that brat right then and there.
The man sighed sadly at the thought of his wicked disciple, who was still thinking of him even on his deathbed.
Originally, it was just a casual matter; Ya Dao was just taking on a Registered Disciple on a whim, but he never expected to have taken in a true "sage."
With that thought extinguished, the man's anger subsided considerably. He held his tongue and endured it, eventually even sealing off his hearing and shutting out his inner thoughts, seeking some peace and quiet.
brat----
You'd better really be able to climb all the way up!
Without further hesitation, the man shattered a pile of trash with a swing of his arm, swallowed all the Blood Qi, and then, without any lingering attachment, swam straight out of the cave.
After a thousand years, it sees the light of day again.
And the business on the mountaintop.
The wind cuts through the earth, the clouds resemble boiling water.
Yu Tunzhou, his Fist Intent surging like boiling water, yet unable to find an opponent, glared angrily, surveying all directions, a pent-up anger welling up inside him.
He suddenly looked up at the Martial Fortune converging towards him, a wild rage spreading through his chest.
I, Yu Tunzhou, need no such person's Martial Fortune to aid me!
At this moment, the Primordial Azure One Qi residing in his Dantian suddenly appeared in the center of his fist.
With a single punch, Ya delivered a simple and straightforward blow to Ye.
Bang-
In the eyes of everyone in the town, the Martial Fortune that was falling from the sky and should have been fought over by countless people was smashed by Yu Tunzhou's punch, turning into flying fluff and collapsing with a bang!
Everyone watched this scene in disbelief.
Refusing to Martial Fortune is absurd; if you go out and tell people, no one will even beg for your swimming skills.
What about that punch that shattered Martial Fortune?
Even if Yu Tunzhou is a genius, Ding Di is still only at the Qi Condensation Qi Ingestion Realm. How could he possibly disperse that boundless Martial Fortune?!
Businesses located on the mountainside.
Li Jingxuan, with his keen eyesight, noticed something.
The Martial Fortune scattered by my senior brother did not all dissipate into the heavens, but rather a very small portion of it remained—
Revert to Root, Return to Origin!
At the foot of the mountain.
Old Mo stared at the figure who had already left the cave, as if he would turn around and beat some brat to death if he slowed down even half a step.
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Then Yi looked at the young man on the mountaintop who had smashed away Martial Fortune with his fist.
He only laughs throughout his lifetime.
A thousand years ago, someone possessed ten bushels of the world's Martial Fortune, how arrogant he was!
A thousand years later, an artist throws a punch and shatters the Martial Fortune that fills the sky; how arrogant and domineering art is!