The connection between spirit and flesh is extremely subtle.

Though he hadn't suffered any substantial harm, An Qisheng trembled slightly as he climbed the steps, as if he had undergone a severe trial.

Feng Mingtao shook his head and followed.

Above the golden palace, white mist billowed. Before they even reached the top, everyone felt a wave of heat, as if a large furnace was burning before the golden palace, and they couldn't help but stop.

The white gas was very similar to the steam produced after water was boiled, and its temperature was extremely high.

In the ruins before the white mist-filled golden palace, Daoist Juechen sat cross-legged. His chest rose and fell, and a humming sound like a train starting could be heard from his body.

Surrounded by the rolling white mist, he truly resembled an immortal descending to earth.

"Is this white mist coming from Daoist Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao was taken aback.

The thick white mist was actually formed by the heat emanating from his body evaporating the rainwater.

* * *

An Qisheng listened intently, and he felt as if he could hear the sound of rivers rushing in the air, and his heart was shaken.

The enormous heat was actually due to the rapid circulation of Daoist Juechen's blood, causing his pores to spontaneously release heat.

This was not a temperature that a person could produce. Even a small boiler room supplying heating to a small residential area in the dead of winter wouldn't be this hot!

* * *

At a certain moment, a strong wind blew before the golden palace, dispersing the rolling white mist.

When the white mist dissipated, everyone saw that the high platform in front of the golden palace had been reduced to ruins, and the stone slabs that had been weathered for many years had been shattered into powder.

Stepping on it, one would sink to the knees.

Even if they brought a few road rollers here, they definitely couldn't achieve this effect in just ten minutes.

Everyone couldn't help but be shocked.

Daoist Juechen waved his sleeves and stood up from the ruins:

"Come up, everyone."

"Daoist, are you alright?"

Yi Feibai was the first to step onto the high platform, and the others followed closely.

An Qisheng and the other man were a step behind.

"He can't kill me in Wudang Mountain."

Daoist Juechen's gaze passed through the crowd and landed on An Qisheng:

"What's your name?"

Although he had been meditating with his eyes closed, he was not unaware of the outside world, and he could naturally feel Mu Longcheng's actions.

This made him quite surprised.

Mu Longcheng was very arrogant and regarded others as uncivilized barbarians. As long as they didn't provoke him, he wouldn't even bother to glance at them.

What was so different about this young man?

The way others, including Feng Mingtao, looked at An Qisheng was also a little surprised.

Why was this person being asked his name by figures like Mu Longcheng and Daoist Juechen?

He looked ordinary.

"Greetings, Daoist, my name is An Qisheng."

An Qisheng stepped forward and cupped his fists in reply.

"Your boxing stance is quite good, not bad, not bad."

Daoist Juechen nodded.

"Daoist, has Mu Longcheng already surpassed the realm of Jian Shen Bu Huai (seeing the spirit and not decaying)?"

Mei Liangxin, the short, middle-aged man, couldn't help but ask.

The others were also looking at Daoist Juechen. As martial artists, they always had expectations for the peak realm.

"If he had surpassed Jian Shen Bu Huai, this old Daoist would not have survived today."

Daoist Juechen looked up at the sky. The dark clouds had completely dissipated, and half of a red sun was revealed between the clouds:

"I'm tired today. Please come again another day."

Just as everyone wanted to say more, Daoist Juechen flicked his sleeves and disappeared before the golden palace.

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to give up, shake their heads, and prepare to go down the mountain.

"Let's go too. There will be more tourists later."

Feng Mingtao called out to An Qisheng and prepared to go down the mountain as well.

"I want to rest for a while. You can go down the mountain first."

An Qisheng waved his hand, found a step next to the high platform to sit down, and looked out at the misty Wudang Mountain after the rain.

Mu Longcheng's gaze earlier made him feel the aura of life and death.

At this time, his spirit had not yet recovered, and there was still a faint stinging pain in his body.

"Forget it, we came together. It's not good to leave you alone."

Feng Mingtao shook his head and found a clean place to sit down as well.

"Mu Longcheng..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed. In his eyes, it seemed as if stars were twinkling.

Each and every point of light in his perspective was like a star rotating. These were all the spiritual panels he had been able to "enter the dream" of in recent months.

Among them were Wang Honglin, Wang Anfeng, Li Yan, Feng Mingtao, and also Daniel and those other scholars and experts.

And with a thought in his mind, suddenly one of the "stars" among the stars lit up, zoomed in, and occupied his entire field of vision:

Mu Longcheng, born in the year 9760 of the Kaiyuan era, stateless...】

Dream Entry Time (Ten Seconds)】

In a brief contact, the information of all the martial artists on Wudang Mountain this time had been collected by him.

Including Daoist Juechen, and Mu Longcheng.

"Only ten seconds?"

An Qisheng was a little shaken.

As his body changed over these past few months, the time he could enter dreams was also slowly increasing. His perception of Wang Honglin's state had reached eleven minutes.

Mu Longcheng only had ten seconds!

"Forget it, I'll talk about it later."

With a thought in his mind, An Qisheng exited the perspective.

Ten seconds was too short. If he accidentally exceeded it, he would faint on the top of Wudang Mountain.

He should try it slowly later.

Right now, there were still things to do.

"Are they all gone?"

An Qisheng glanced at the misty stone steps. Yi Feibai and the others were already nowhere to be seen.

"Gone."

Feng Mingtao turned his head, a hint of a smile flashing across his rough face:

"You stayed behind this time, do you have something to do? Could it be that Daoist Juechen wants to see you alone?"

"You're quite clever."

An Qisheng also smiled. This Feng Mingtao was outwardly rough but inwardly meticulous, and he hadn't been able to hide it from him.

However, he hadn't planned to hide it from him in the first place. It was better to go down the mountain first, and it wouldn't take much time to climb the mountain alone afterward.

"Daoist Juechen really wants to see you?"

Feng Mingtao's spirits lifted:

"Could it be like in the novels, that he wants to pass on his power to you?"

"You're thinking too much."

An Qisheng stood up:

"It should be that he has something to ask me."

"Where is Daoist Juechen?"

Feng Mingtao also stood up.

"We naturally can't find him if we look for him. We'll find a secluded place, and he will naturally come over."

As An Qisheng spoke, he descended the steps.

The two turned left and right in the Taihe Palace, and out of the corner of their eyes, they saw Daoist Juechen in a pavilion not far away.

"Greetings, Daoist."

An Qisheng cupped his fists and saluted.

Feng Mingtao looked respectful: "Xing Yi Quan (Form-Intention Fist) Feng Mingtao, pays respects to the Grandmaster."

"You two are too polite."

Daoist Juechen waved his hand, inviting the two to come and sit down.

He didn't beat around the bush. As soon as the two sat down, he spoke directly:

"Three hundred years ago, Mr. Gu contacted the various boxing masters to establish the Martial Arts General Hall. After many years of discussion, they established the cultivation realms of boxing techniques, which are what you know as Ming (obvious), An (hidden), Hua (transformation), Dan (elixir), Gang (firm), and Shen (spirit)!"

"The increasing of the six realms is our control and improvement of our own bodies. Ming Jin (obvious force) integrates the bones and muscles, An Jin (hidden force) is used flexibly, for every inch the muscles stretch, the power increases greatly, Hua Jin (transformation force) allows the whole body to be transparent, and mosquitoes cannot land, Dan Jin (elixir force) practitioners have a round and complete force without leakage, and even in their twilight years, their physical strength does not decline..."

Daoist Juechen spoke concisely, introducing the six realms of boxing techniques to the two in the shortest possible words.

They had already dabbled in these things, but they still listened quietly.

"Boxing is a skill of combat, a method of killing, a technique of violence, a way to strengthen the body... but it is definitely not a way to achieve immortality."

Speaking of this, Daoist Juechen paused slightly:

"Since ancient times, longevity, prolonged vision, and carefree freedom have been the goals pursued by my Da Xuan people, from emperors and generals to hermits in the mountains, none are exceptions.

In the past three hundred years, science and technology have been changing with each passing day, able to ascend to the sky, enter the earth, cross the sea, and even explore the stars... Boxing is rooted in the great tree of the military, and naturally it has also made great progress.

Then, some people wanted to use the power of technology to achieve individual sublimation, explore the road ahead, and seek longevity."

"That person is Mu Longcheng?"

An Qisheng's heart stirred.

"It's Mu Longcheng, it's also the Beggar Dao Society, but it's not just them..."

Daoist Juechen sighed softly:

"Today, I cherish my life, and Mu Longcheng cherishes his body, all for the sake of the road ahead."