After the arrival of the thirty-six old sect leaders, their cruise ship set sail. On this ship, aside from Chen Fan and An Ye, the two young men, all the others were elderly. Their group resembled a tour for seniors, giving off a slightly comical impression. Of course, Chen Fan paid no mind to any of this. Thus, the cruise ship traversed the water at its fastest speed, leaving behind a white, dragon-like wake on the surface as it sped along.
Before long, the old Taoist priest approached Chen Fan. "Chen Fan, my little master, can you remove the restriction within me now!" he pleaded. "If you don't, I won't even know how I die when I get there!" The old Taoist priest looked at Chen Fan with dry, eager eyes. Chen Fan shot him a disapproving glance. "You old geezer, hmph..."
"What about me?" the old Taoist priest pouted. Chen Fan smiled thinly. "Nothing, alright, I'll take it off for you!" The old Taoist priest nodded, overjoyed. "Yes, yes... that's great!" "Hurry up!" "I've been impatiently waiting!"
Chen Fan raised his arm and casually placed it on the old Taoist priest's back, channeling his internal true qi to absorb the qi he had previously placed within the old man. In a short while, the old Taoist priest's internal energy returned to normal. He transformed from listless to spirited, his aura undergoing a complete change. For martial artists in the martial world, life was about qi; as the saying goes, essence, qi, and spirit—with qi, one possesses a different vitality.
Chen Fan remarked, "Originally, you had some old internal injuries. Under the restriction of my true qi, it unexpectedly turned things around and helped me deal with those old injuries!" The old Taoist priest was taken aback. "How is that possible? My old injuries..." As he spoke, he couldn't help but channel his internal energy to check. The next second, a manic grin spread across his face. "Hahaha..." "It's true!" "Chen Fan, thank you!"
When he channeled his internal energy, he felt free and bold, unlike before when he had to be cautious, as if his throat was being choked. Chen Fan waved his hand dismissively; for him, this was merely a small effort. The old Taoist priest now looked spirited and vigorous. "Now, beating Gu Liang is not a problem at all!" "Even if we both suffer heavy losses, I'll be the one left standing!"
Chen Fan directly retorted, "You two are just six of one, half a dozen of the other!" Ugh... The old Taoist priest chuckled at Chen Fan's remark, muttering internally, *Does he think everyone is like him, a veritable super monster!* He thought these things but dared not say them, fearing he'd be dealt with. "Yes, yes, yes, you're right..." the old Taoist priest said, assuming a submissive, fawning posture, his old face looking rather comical.
Then, he turned and shouted into the interior, "Gu Liang, you old bastard, get out here!" A moment later, Gu Liang emerged, looking at the old Taoist priest confusedly. "Old man, what new trick are you trying to pull?" The old Taoist priest pointed to the water surface not far away and said sternly, "Old man, dare you fight me on the water?" Gu Liang had naturally sensed that the old Taoist priest's aura was somewhat different. He directly refused, "No..." "You don't dare?" the old Taoist priest taunted. At this moment, the old sect leaders of the thirty-six sects were all watching. To say he didn't dare would be losing face.