Chapter 1 The Grandmaster

Daoist Juechen was a grandmaster who made his name even earlier than Mu Longcheng.

He joined the army forty years ago for six years, and for six consecutive years, he won the top spot in the army's martial arts competitions. Before Mu Longcheng rose to prominence, he was the most prominent figure in the Great Xuan martial arts world.

Stars dotted the sky, and the dawn was just about to break.

On the stone steps of Mount Wudang, An Qisheng strolled along, while Feng Mingtao told him about the deeds of Daoist Juechen.

In fact, the three great master-level experts of Great Xuan today, including the one who died at the hands of Mu Longcheng, had all served in the military.

"Daoist Juechen had a fiery personality when he was young. He made a mistake while serving on the frontier and retired, but even now, he has a deep relationship with the military. Several of his disciples are also serving in the army."

Feng Mingtao glanced at the scattered lights at the foot of the mountain. Others had also begun to climb the mountain.

However, the two of them should be among the earliest. They had not seen anyone else along the way.

"The ultimate state of boxing, Seeing the Divine is Imperishable (Jian Shen Bu Huai)."

An Qisheng looked towards the summit of the mountain, yearning in his heart.

Wang Honglin's Embracing the Dan (Bao Dan) was already extremely powerful, but what kind of demeanor would Seeing the Divine be like?

"Daoist Juechen has been living in seclusion in the mountains for many years and does not meet with outsiders. He only goes to the Golden Hall during thunderstorms, supposedly to comprehend the heaven and earth, break through the limits of boxing, and find a path that even Mr. Gu has not set foot on."

The two continued walking, conversing calmly.

Mount Wudang is not as majestic as Mount Tai, nor as precipitous as Mount Hua, but it is still beautiful, and because of its unique environment and atmosphere, it has a more detached and peaceful aura.

The two talked, but their speed was not slow. Before long, they had reached the halfway point of the mountain.

Faintly, they could already see the main peak hall shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

Just as the two were approaching the summit, they suddenly felt a cool breeze with a moist breath blowing across their faces.

"No wonder I didn't see any tourists climbing the mountain today. Is it going to rain?!"

Listening to the low thunder rolling from the sky, An Qisheng was a little dazed.

The two were eager to visit Daoist Juechen, but they hadn't checked the weather forecast and didn't know it would rain today.

"Perfect, perfect."

Feng Mingtao laughed:

"Everyone said that Daoist Juechen would come out of seclusion, but no one knew where he was. Originally, we just wanted to try our luck, but now we don't have to! In thunderstorms, Daoist Juechen will definitely appear in the Golden Hall!"

The Golden Hall on Tianzhu Peak of Mount Wudang is forged of pure copper. Every time there is a thunderstorm, lightning will be attracted to it, and occasionally, lightning will strike the Golden Hall.

Daoist Juechen only appears in the Golden Hall during thunderstorms.

"Let's go."

Seeing dark clouds rolling in from the horizon, An Qisheng shook his head and quickened his pace.

Regardless of whether they could see Daoist Juechen, they shouldn't be caught in the rain in the mountains. The grass and trees on both sides were lush, and they might attract lightning.

Crack~

The dark sky was illuminated by lightning, followed by rumbling thunder.

Heavy rain poured down, like the Milky Way bursting its banks, washing the world. Even though An Qisheng and Feng Mingtao were fast, they were soaked to the skin when they reached the Golden Summit.

Under the eaves of the Taihe Palace, the two took off their coats and wrung them out:

"With such heavy rain, we should check the weather forecast before going out in the future."

"Hey, it's not just us, look there."

Feng Mingtao looked around and pointed to a few black figures running in the rain on the stone steps:

"Those guys are in even worse shape than us, haha!"

An Qisheng looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, there were several black figures shuttling through the heavy rain, climbing the mountain.

He didn't know if they were unaware that it would rain today, or if they knew it would rain but still came.

Boom!

Boom!

A series of earth-shattering roars resounded across the sky, and the thunder was deafening.

An Qisheng's body trembled. He looked up and saw lightning suddenly pierce the sky in the black, night-like thunderclouds, striking the Golden Hall like a heavenly god wielding a sword!

Its ferocity was awe-inspiring!

Boom!

In an instant, lightning and fire rolled over the Golden Hall, and the electric light reflected on the golden roof, shooting out golden rays in all directions!

The light was even brighter than the lightning, and it could be seen even from the foot of the mountain!

"If we were in the Golden Hall..."

An Qisheng's eyelids twitched.

Although the Golden Hall had been washed by lightning for nearly a thousand years, he was still a little worried that the Golden Hall would be struck through by lightning when he saw this scene.

He immediately felt a little fortunate.

If the two of them had arrived earlier, they might have been in the Golden Hall when the thunderstorm struck.

Whoosh~~

In the sound of the wind, several figures scurried under the eaves of the Taihe Palace, soaked to the skin, as if they had just been fished out of the water.

"What a goddamn heavy rain!"

The leader was tall and muscular, with smooth muscle lines under his clinging wet clothes, and long hair dripping with water.

Another short, middle-aged man with extremely long arms breathed a sigh of relief:

"Even if Daoist Juechen comes out of seclusion, he won't see too many people. This rain came just in time."

"Feng Mingtao, you got up early enough."

The long-haired man glanced at the two people sheltering from the rain, his eyes falling on Feng Mingtao.

"Yi Feibai."

Feng Mingtao snorted coldly, "You bastard are everywhere."

"Don't be stubborn."

Yi Feibai shook his head, reached out and wrung his hair, "If it weren't for your sister's sake, I would have beaten you to death a long time ago."

"Same to you."

Feng Mingtao's expression was very ugly. He pulled An Qisheng to the side and introduced in a low voice, "That non-male, non-female long-haired guy is called Yi Feibai. He joined the Dark (An) force several years ago. That dwarf is called Mei Liangxin. He almost beat someone to death in a fight before. He's a ruthless character..."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

Yi Feibai and his group of seven actually had four Dark (An) Force users. The remaining two were also close to entering the Dark (An) Force. They were all experts.

However, the cultivation of boxing techniques does not depend on realm. To determine the outcome, one still has to fight.

Boom!

Boom!

Wind and thunder rolled over the Golden Summit, but the rain came quickly and went quickly. Soon the rain lessened, and the thunderclouds began to dissipate.

"The rain is about to stop."

Under the eaves of the Taihe Palace, including Yi Feibai and the others who came later, everyone moved and headed towards the Golden Hall.

An Qisheng was about to leave when he suddenly glanced back.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Mingtao also looked back.

"Nothing."

An Qisheng shook his head and followed the others towards the Golden Hall.

The Golden Hall was not far from them, and after a while, they arrived in front of the Golden Hall.

The Golden Hall after the lightning baptism was intact, and even brighter, with a hint of elegance after being washed clean.

It exuded a fresh and clean aura.

Bang!

Just as the group stopped, the gate of the Golden Hall opened wide, and a voice as loud as a bell rang out:

"You little friends are very thoughtful, come in! Huh..."

Speaking of this, the person inside the house suddenly let out a soft huh.

Whoosh~

Before the words fell, a person was already standing outside the Golden Hall, in front of everyone. His movement speed was rare in the world.

An Qisheng took a look.

This Daoist Juechen was different from the image of a celestial being with a bony frame that he had imagined.

The Daoist had broad shoulders and a thick back, large ears and round eyes, and a beard like grass. His body was extremely tall and large, probably more than two meters tall. A wide Taoist robe could not cover his strong body.

Where was this an old Daoist, he was a spitting image of a fierce ancient general!

Daoist Juechen's gentle eyes seemed to have lightning flashing through them, staring straight ahead of everyone:

"Right in front of me, but I can't see! Mu Longcheng, you are truly amazing!"

What?

Mu Longcheng is here?

Everyone present changed color. Following Daoist Juechen's gaze, they saw that it was empty, not to mention people, there wasn't even a ghost.

"The Thunderfire Refining Golden Hall is indeed a spectacle!"

Under the gaze of the crowd, a calm and indifferent voice rang out in the empty air:

"Daoist Brother's skills are indeed not bad!"