Between life and death, there is great terror!

Immortality has been sought by countless people since ancient times. In ancient history, wise and mighty emperors were often deceived by alchemists. It wasn't that they were senile in their old age, but that even emperors couldn't see through the boundary between life and death.

Even for that one possibility, they were willing to be deceived.

Over the past few hundred years, mankind has ushered in a technological explosion. Technology is changing with each passing day. Flight, lunar landings, and ocean exploration, all these fantasies from ancient stories have become reality.

Immortality has once again taken root in the hearts of some.

Many top international tycoons have invested tens or hundreds of billions to build top research institutes, paying fortunes that millions of people could not earn in a lifetime, all for that one possibility.

Listening to the words of Daoist Juechen, An Qisheng felt a sense of resonance. Not long ago, he had also dropped out of Xuan University and traveled all over Da Xuan, seeking immortals and visiting Daoists, all to survive.

He had done something that seemed insane to ordinary people.

All for the sake of wanting to live.

"Cherishing life, cherishing the body..."

An Qisheng's eyes flashed.

Daoist Juechen's words had already admitted that Mu Longcheng had the power to kill him, and that he didn't even have the confidence to perish together.

The gap between them was more than just a little.

"His kung fu is a level above, so high that it's boundless. The current Mu Longcheng is already the number one martial artist of all time! If we really fought, the three of us, Han Longhua, Xue Zheng, and I, wouldn't be his match."

Daoist Juechen was very frank, directly admitting his inferiority:

"But he hasn't truly taken that step, and is still a mortal. He would still be injured under our counterattack, and that's something he can't allow."

"Then Daoist, what realm lies above Seeing the Divine?"

Feng Mingtao was more interested in the path ahead that Juechen spoke of. If they could really walk out of the seventh realm above Seeing the Divine...

That would be a major event that would shake the world of martial arts.

"Above Seeing the Divine involves the mind. I only have a bit of a clue, hard to say, hard to say."

Daoist Juechen shook his head slightly.

The previous exchange between the two was, as Mu Longcheng said, to repay him for his guidance in the past.

The exchange was very short, but he vaguely saw the path ahead.

Knowing the path ahead, his mind was a little restless.

Coming to see An Qisheng, one part was curiosity, and mostly to suppress his urge to immediately enter secluded cultivation.

The more anxious he was, the more he needed to calm his mind.

"The mind..."

An Qisheng muttered, and the importance of psychology in his heart instantly rose again.

He thought for a moment, then asked:

"Daoist, I wonder why you called me here?"

"This old Daoist has had divine strength since childhood, and entered the inner realm from the outer realm, so my physical strength is a level stronger than other Seeing the Divine! Mu Longcheng's physical strength is not extraordinary, but his spirit is already remarkable. He walked all the way up Wudang Mountain, until before the Golden Hall, I realized he..."

Daoist Juechen looked at An Qisheng, his eyes deep:

"How did you discover him?"

"Daoist knows?"

An Qisheng smiled wryly.

"With Mu Longcheng's character, unless something happened that he was extremely curious about, he wouldn't even look at someone who hadn't yet reached the Baodan realm."

Old Daoist Juechen laughed.

"My senses are a little more sensitive. At the time, I felt someone walking past me from behind, and subconsciously turned my head to look. It wasn't that I really discovered anything."

An Qisheng thought for a moment, then answered.

Daoist Juechen's words were not unexpected. Apart from this, there was nothing else such an existence would need to ask him about.

"Senses..."

Daoist Juechen fell into thought.

When the fist reaches the realm of transformation, the control over the body goes deep into the bones, and one will naturally gradually come into contact with the spirit. The so-called seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster of Seeing the Divine is actually the application of the spirit.

This young man can sense Mu Longcheng's traces, it's definitely not because of the sharpness of his senses, but because his spirit is different from ordinary people.

In other words, is he a genius?

"If that's the case, then it's possible."

Daoist Juechen saw that An Qisheng was hiding something, but didn't ask further, only saying:

"Young friend, your spirit is different from ordinary people. Afterwards, you might as well try visualization and meditation methods, which may be beneficial to your kung fu."

"Thank you for the Daoist's guidance."

An Qisheng stood up to thank him, feeling a little embarrassed in his heart. However, he still couldn't tell the truth about this ability.

"In that case, this old Daoist won't keep you two."

Daoist Juechen smiled slightly.

"Goodbye, Daoist."

An Qisheng said, and Feng Mingtao also stood up to bid farewell: "Hearing your words has been a great gain."

Daoist Juechen nodded slightly.

The two said goodbye to Daoist Juechen and left Taihe Palace. At this time, the sun had already risen, the post-rain mist gradually dissipated, and there were more tourists on Wudang Mountain.

"I thought Daoist Juechen wanted to impart his功力 *gongli* (internal energy) to you, or take you as a disciple."

Feng Mingtao looked at An Qisheng, somewhat regretfully.

"Daoist Juechen accepted his closed-door disciple ten years ago, how could he accept someone like me who already has a foundation?"

An Qisheng didn't have any regrets. A grandmaster's disciple isn't necessarily a grandmaster.

He was different from others. Even without a master's guidance, he was confident that he wouldn't fall behind in the cultivation of fist techniques.

"That's true."

Feng Mingtao nodded.

The two walked and talked, and soon descended Wudang Mountain. Afterwards, Feng Mingtao checked out of his room and set off to return to Beijing.

An Qisheng also boarded the train back to Xingcheng.

This time, it was finally not a burly man sitting next to him, but an aunt carrying large and small bags.

Listening to her chatter, he guessed she was going to see her son.

An Qisheng opened his notebook. He had killed Ruan Xiuping and obtained three hundred points.

Another two hundred were personally given by Wang Zhixuan.

With points, naturally he would buy, buy, buy. Due to his own physical condition, the medicinal cuisine he ate every day was several times larger than the training camp's share.

His consumption was also several times greater.

These five hundred points were like a timely rain, otherwise, he would have to sell his house to practice martial arts.

"Poor scholar, rich martial artist, poor scholar, rich martial artist, no wonder the martial arts atmosphere in Da Xuan is so prevalent, but there aren't as many who can really make a name for themselves as one might imagine."

An Qisheng shook his head slightly, preparing to contact someone to sell the points.

Although medicinal wine and the like on the forum were more valuable, he needed medicinal cuisine to make up for his losses.

On the Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum, points were always in high demand. Liu Xian, knowing that he wanted to sell them, tried to dissuade him a few times without success, and immediately bought them at market price.

Without a word along the way, An Qisheng returned home. After meeting his parents, he drove back to the suburbs.

In the room, he took out his notebook, summarizing the gains and losses of this trip, as well as the gains and losses of what happened on Wudang Mountain.

On the trip to Wudang Mountain, although he didn't collect all the experts in Da Xuan as he had imagined, his gains were still great.

Enough for him to digest for a long time.

That one glance from Mu Longcheng really made him feel vigilant.

Having awakened such an ability, the most important thing he should do is to huddle at home and cultivate, at least until his kung fu is fully accomplished before coming out...

Just turning his head almost got him glared to death. He didn't want to experience that again.

Thinking about it, he picked up his pen and wrote the three Chinese characters Mu Longcheng in his notebook.