One person: Started at Wudang, got hit on the head by Lu Zu's sword.

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When he glanced at Master Yunlong, whose face was full of black lines, his lazy expression vanished instantly.

Lu Xuan immediately stood up, sat cross-legged, with his palms facing upwards.

After a long silence, with a serious expression, he said, "I was just having a dream where I was communicating with the divine."

"It's a pity you guys disturbed us; all our efforts have been in vain."

Lu Xuan looked regretful.

Master Yunlong looked doubtful.

"Little uncle..."

Master Yunlong stared straight at Lu Xuan, his face full of suspicion.

"I don't remember Junior Uncle having learned Dream Cultivation Techniques, have I?"

"That is not true. You should know that the path of cultivation leads to the understanding of everything."

Lu Xuan looked inscrutable: "My nearly twenty years of cultivation has its own mysteries, which you, having only cultivated for thirty or forty years, certainly do not understand."

Master Yunlong: [Looking doubtful.JPG]

Lu Xuan: [Sincerity.JPG]

Wang Ye: "?"

No, Master, do you still need to doubt this?

Uncle-Master is obviously making things up, okay?

"Alas! The world has so many misunderstandings about me!"

Lu Xuan looked as if he had been misunderstood.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lu Xuan glanced at Wang Ye, who looked almost exactly like he remembered, and he couldn't help but drift into a daze.

Wang Ye has been in the mountains for several years now. Has so much time really passed?

In the mountains, time stands still, and the cold fades without a trace, leaving one unaware of the passing years.

Unbeknownst to him, Lu Xuan had been in this world for twenty years.

According to the teachings of Lü Zu, one can attain Qi in a single thought, achieve communion between heaven and man, and gain profound understanding in half a day.

Let alone Wudang, which is already facing a generational gap, each of the above words is enough to make the entire Taoist sect boil over, not to mention that all these words are gathered in one person.

Lu Xuan had transmigrated directly from the previous world, without even a set of clothes.

Wudang naturally couldn't find Lu Xuan's relatives, so they quickly helped Lu Xuan register his household, and then...

Zhou Meng, who had confidently declared he would no longer accept disciples, announced in the main hall of the Golden Summit, under the envious and jealous gaze of Daoist Yunlong, that he would be accepting new disciples.

Zhou Meng's old face broke into a wide smile.

Master Yunlong, with his square face, was covered in tears.

Damn it, I was here first!

Master, didn't you take on a disciple many years ago?

Zhou Meng: "Isn't there a door with two doors?"

Master Yunlong: "???"

Although Zhou Meng was eager to take on disciples, he still adhered to the cultivation methods of the older generation.

Instead of focusing on external things, they kept having Lu Xuan hone his life force and cultivation.

Having finally found such a promising talent, Zhou Meng's ambition to revitalize Wudang faded somewhat; he only wanted Lu Xuan to go further on the path of enlightenment.

For the past twenty years, Lu Xuan has been reciting classics and cultivating his character every day, working diligently to perfectly embody Zhou Meng's teachings.

That's right! I'm that diligent.

Wang Ye: You were clearly sleeping just now.

Lu Xuan: Nonsense, I was cultivating immortality in a dream.

Master Yunlong: Hehe!

"Lu Xuan, Yunlong, it's perfect that you're both here!"

Lu Xuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw that Zhou Meng had already walked up to him at some point.

Looking at his troublesome apprentice, Zhou Meng shook his head helplessly and looked at Yunlong.

"Yunlong, don't you ever keep an eye on your martial uncle?"

"Are we just going to let him sleep here?"

You know he's my martial uncle, right?

Master Yunlong's face was full of black lines.

"Yes, Master."

Lu Xuan looked completely innocent: "Master, I haven't neglected my cultivation at all!"

"You didn't miss it?"

Zhou Meng squinted: "Then why don't you demonstrate your skills and let me see what you're capable of?"

"A drill? With Yunlong?"

Lu Xuan looked at Daoist Yunlong and scratched his chin.

"Isn't it wrong to bully the weak?"

Master Yunlong frowned slightly.

"Master, is it inappropriate for me to fight with my junior uncle?"

With his strength, there are very few people in the world of supernatural beings who can surpass him.

Although everyone knows Lu Xuan's talent, he has always seemed lazy and indolent over the years, so he probably wouldn't be a match for him in a real fight.

Could it be that the advisor simply wanted to beat up his junior uncle?

Master Yunlong's eyes lit up. If that were the case, it wouldn't be so bad...

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhou Meng squinted and pointed at Wang Ye, who was about to slip away.

"I sent Wang Ye."

Master Yunlong: "?"

Lu Xuan: "(?_??)"

Wang Ye: [Me? Me?.JPG]

Chapter Four: I Arrived at an Unfortunate Time

"They're about to make their move, they're about to make their move."

"Hurry! Hurry up and grab a spot!"

"Excuse me, excuse me."

The Wudang disciples who were originally watching did not run away. Instead, they called out to their friends, attracting a large group of disciples who tacitly lay down on the rooftops, eaves, and walls to watch.

Amidst the bustling crowd, the Wudang disciples were engaged in lively discussion.

"Who's fighting with whom?"

"I heard it's my grand-uncle and Wang Ye?"

"That kid Wang Ye? Are you sure?"

"He might get slapped to death by his grandmaster."

"They had a pretty good relationship, didn't they? I think there's a three-quarters chance they'll die at most."

"Do you think... is it possible that Grand Master and Uncle Master conspired to extort money from the King of Extortion later?"

"Ah...that makes sense!"

"Is Wudang really that badly doing now?"

"Oh my god, is it too late to renounce your vows now?"

"What kind of nonsense is this?"

Inside the arena, Master Yunlong heard the commotion and glanced over, causing the group of people who had been exposed to immediately shrink back.

Once Master Yunlong withdrew his gaze, the Wudang disciples reappeared.

Listening to his disciples' discussion, Daoist Yunlong frowned slightly.

Looking at Zhou Meng, he asked, "Master, how many years has Wang Ye, this unfilial disciple, been training?"

"Isn't it too much to ask him to fight his junior uncle?"

The Wudang disciples' discussions were not without reason; no one believed that Wang, who had only been officially on the mountain for a few years, would win.

Forget about winning, I don't even think I have the right to make a move.

After all, he was facing Lu Xuan, who was exceptionally talented, had cultivated on Wudang Mountain for twenty years, and had also received the inheritance of Lu Zu.

When Lu Xuan entered the mountain, he caused ten thousand swords to resound in Wudang. Although Wudang tried its best to block the news, it still shocked the entire Taoist sect.

All cultivators revered Lu Zu, and the entire Taoist sect focused their attention on Lu Xuan for receiving his inheritance.

Although Lu Xuan has never made a move in all these years and always seems lazy, no one doubts his talent and strength.

But that kid Wang Ye...

Master Yunlong: "(╬ O﹏O)"

Although this wicked disciple has some talent, his forte is usually slacking off with Lu Xuan. It would be strange if he could beat him.

"Master, if you really want to beat... ugh, test Junior Uncle's strength, why don't you let me do it?"

Master Yunlong looked completely sincere. "I absolutely did not intend to take this opportunity to beat up my junior uncle."