Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Zhang Zhiwei only made a slight move, yet he already understood Fang Qianhe's body to an extreme degree, even far surpassing Fang Qianhe himself.

He used golden light to capture Fang Qianhe's Qi, which traveled through Fang Qianhe's body at a steady pace, like a gentle stream, slowly and meticulously flowing through every tiny acupoint below the coccyx.

Under his deliberate guidance, Fang Qianhe could clearly "see" the shape and size of each acupoint through which the Qi flowed, as well as the changes that the Qi brought to the body as it passed through the acupoint.

This greatly surprised Fang Qianhe. Inner vision? Is this what inner vision is? This is a realm that only cultivators with extremely high levels of cultivation can access, and he has already sensed it under his master's guidance...

Fang Qianhe was overjoyed and wanted to dance with joy, but now was not the time. He quickly suppressed his excitement, calmed his mind, and felt his Qi flowing with his master's golden light.

It was as if he was lighting up a dark star map. Every time Qi passed through a meridian or acupoint, that meridian or acupoint would light up in Fang Qianhe's consciousness.

This is hundreds or thousands of times clearer and more intuitive than looking at acupoint diagrams in a medical book.

"These are... Changqiang acupoint... Yaoshu acupoint... Yangguan acupoint..."

Fang Qianhe was both surprised and delighted. Countless acupoints that he had read about in books but could not accurately locate appeared one by one under his "internal vision" and he understood them with ease.

Not only the locations of meridians and acupoints, he even remembered the speed of Qi circulation perfectly, knowing when the Qi should move gently and slowly like a sheep cart, when it should be swift and rapid like a deer cart, and when it should be powerful and forceful like an ox cart.

He was completely immersed in it until the energy turned a certain corner.

With a resounding clang, as if drums and horns were ringing within his body, a gentle yet profound power surged forth from within him, transforming into a dazzling golden light that turned him into a small golden statue.

He cast the Golden Light Spell.

The first time he practiced the Golden Light Mantra, he was able to unleash golden light. Although the flow of Qi was driven by Zhang Zhiwei, it also shows that his mantra and other auxiliary rituals were correct, which is quite remarkable.

"How are you feeling?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

Fang Qianhe tapped the golden light with his finger, producing a low, metallic clanging sound: "How amazing! It's as if my body is wrapped in something soft yet as hard as iron. I can feel its presence; it's as if it's one with me, but I can't control it."

"Take it one step at a time. Once you can transform your qi into form, you will be able to control it."

After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei removed his hand from Fang Qianhe's brow.

As soon as his hand left, the golden light on Fang Qianhe's body also disappeared.

Fang Qianhe was still somewhat unsatisfied. He stood up and gave Zhang Zhiwei a very solemn bow.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master. I have memorized all the details."

"You've memorized them all?" Zhang Zhiwei laughed. "You can use them all now."

“Uh…” Fang Qianhe hesitated for a moment, then said, “Master, I can give it a try!”

“Then give it a try!” Zhang Zhiwei said.

He looked at Fang Qianhe with a slight interest. In the past few decades, as far as he knew, Fang Qianhe was the only person who could fully unleash the golden light on his first attempt at practicing the Golden Light Mantra.

As for what kind of person Big Ear Thief is, that's not quite clear. This kid is good at hiding his true abilities, and even if he could unleash the golden light, he would probably pretend he couldn't.

Fang Qianhe quickly closed his eyes, made hand seals, chanted incantations, and focused his mind to begin circulating his Qi according to the path Zhang Zhiwei had previously guided him to.

From Zhang Zhiwei's previous hands-on instruction, he remembered the entire process of circulating Qi, its trajectory, which acupoints it passed through, and the appropriate speed...

He remembered everything, but when he tried to put it into practice, he still encountered difficulties. He knew exactly what to do, but when he did it, he just felt something was missing, which caused the ritual to go wrong and the golden light could not be successfully applied.

"Alright, let's stop here!" Zhang Zhiwei said.

Even though he was outside, he still saw through Fang Qianhe's problem at a glance and said:
"You're trying too hard to imitate the path I taught you, or rather, you're overthinking it. When I guided you to circulate Qi, I just wanted you to remember the path, not to memorize every single detail and imitate it. You're being too deliberate, which is why you're not circulating Qi well. You should find your own rhythm."

This is indeed Zhang Zhiwei's honest opinion.

But for a novice like Fang Qianhe, his casual move was the limit of Fang Qianhe's abilities.

Just like the Qi circulation path he had just taught him, even though Zhang Zhiwei only wanted to teach him the Qi circulation route, the Qi circulation rhythm he guided as his golden light entered Fang Qianhe's body was still the one that best suited Fang Qianhe himself and was also the most perfect.

But such perfect control is not something that can be easily imitated. Fang Qianhe needs the support of proficiency and the growth of each stage. Only when his control over Qi reaches a certain level can he do it as easily as using his own arm.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei is not telling him now for his own good. You have to eat one bite at a time and walk one step at a time. If you take too big a step, you'll get stuck in your balls.

Fang Qianhe couldn't understand the reason. He nodded thoughtfully, then stopped trying to imitate Zhang Zhiwei and began to circulate his Qi at his own pace. As a result, the Qi circulation was much smoother.

Zhang Zhiwei looked up at the sky; the light was fading and the sun was setting. He said:
"Let's stop here for today. When you get back, reflect on what you just experienced, but don't force yourself to find the feeling every time. Cultivation is like planting a tree; there's a time to water it, and a time for it to grow. Only by being steady and methodical can you build a solid foundation."

"Disciple will follow the master's teachings!"

Fang Qianhe bowed respectfully, his heart filled with anticipation for the future. Under his master's tutelage, he wondered how much of his master's brilliance he would be able to achieve. He dared not say too much, but even just a fraction of it would be remarkable.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei returned to Tianmen Peak and sat cross-legged under the barrier set up by the crooked-necked tree to cultivate.

At his current level, ordinary cultivation has become dispensable, and he no longer needs to engage in ordinary cultivation.

Because as long as he stands there and his mind is calm, he can automatically enter a deep state of meditation. In terms of efficiency alone, he is even much stronger than Wugensheng, who was born with spiritual roots. However, he still maintains the habit of examining himself three times a day.

His main practice now has become a practice that transcends life and death, focusing more on self-cultivation and subjective refinement, which involves comprehending the past and present.

We use everything in the objective world to refine our own subjective understanding.

Travel is a way to hone one's subjective abilities, but it's very inefficient.

Seeking the path for others, by witnessing the friction and collision between their subjective and objective perspectives, is also a way to hone one's own subjective understanding, but it is equally inefficient.

Zhang Zhiwei, on the other hand, transcended the world's existing framework, following that timeline and experiencing the past from a third-person perspective. This, too, was a kind of journey, an incredible one. He had told his master about this, and his master remained silent, only gasping in astonishment, his face filled with shock.

Zhang Zhiwei had a similar experience when he was in Chongqing. He had seen the beacon fires raging in front of Diaoyu City, with catapults hurling boulders at the city walls and cannons roaring from the walls.

The conquering fortune that swept across the world clashed fiercely with the stubborn will of a mountain city.

He saw the golden-armored, arrogant golden bloodline, adorned with golden helmets and armor, painfully perish amidst roars and fury.

He also heard the Khan's final resentment and astonishment, a voice that echoed in his ears across seven hundred years.

And here the tide of history abruptly changes course.

He then saw the scene at the end of the Ming Dynasty, when the Great Western Army invaded Sichuan, leaving a sea of ​​blood everywhere.

He saw the infamous "Seven Killings Stele," inscribed with chilling words: "Heaven creates all things to nourish man, yet man has not done a single good deed to repay Heaven. Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

I also sensed the overwhelming murderous intent and resentment within.

All of these things, like whetstones, were sharpening his subjective perspective.

At this moment, Zhang Zhiwei's subjective perception drifts to the Northern Song Dynasty. Banners flutter and Taoist music resounds throughout Longhu Mountain, creating a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

He saw the devoutly Taoist emperor personally visiting the Celestial Master's Mansion to hold a grand investiture ceremony...

Although each of these insights was only a fleeting glimpse, as brief as a shooting star streaking across the night sky, each glance left an indelible mark on Zhang Zhiwei, like a carving knife, deeply etched into the moments of bygone eras.

His immense weight of destiny continues to increase.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Zhiwei slowly awoke from his profound insights that spanned the past and present.

Zhang Zhiwei slowly opened his eyes. His usually dull and lifeless eyes were filled with endless vicissitudes. This was not the weariness of old age, but a transcendence and tranquility after seeing through the rise and fall of dynasties and the impermanence of life.

He sat quietly for a moment, the light in his eyes gradually fading, and he returned to his usual demeanor.
He stood up, surrounded by surging black mist that carried him toward the Celestial Master's Mansion directly opposite.

Behind him, the crooked tree swayed violently without wind, as if bidding farewell to Zhang Zhiwei's departure.

He landed on the bustling training ground. By this time, evening classes had ended. In the past, the Taoists of Longhu Mountain would either find a secluded corner to cultivate or return to their own quiet rooms to cultivate. But because Zhang Zhiwei had created a suitable Qi formation for cultivation here, everyone had gathered here.

They were either practicing martial arts, meditating, exchanging skills, or chatting and boasting.

After Zhang Zhiwei appeared, everyone came to pay their respects. Since Zhang Zhiwei had been back on the mountain for some time, they had already heard all the stories they wanted to hear. So, after paying their respects, everyone went back to their own cultivation.

Afterwards, Zhang Zhiwei began to instruct Fang Qianhe in his cultivation. Several days had passed since he last taught Fang Qianhe the Golden Light Mantra.

In just a few days, Fang Qianhe had already gained a basic understanding of the Golden Light Mantra and could now use it to protect his body with golden light. He could even maintain the Golden Light Mantra while simultaneously performing Bagua Palm.

The golden light is not very stable; it sometimes shines and sometimes dims. Every time he makes a move, the golden light dims, and when he finishes, the golden light shines.

Even so, a hint of approval still flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. Having often taught on behalf of his master, he naturally knew the progress of ordinary disciples in cultivating the Golden Light Mantra.

Fang Qianhe noticed his master's gaze and practiced even more diligently.

When Zhang Zhiwei was instructing Fang Qianhe on his cultivation, he would also look at the other disciples.

He wasn't very familiar with many of the disciples; they were probably just newly initiated Taoists.

Even if they weren't his own disciples, Zhang Zhiwei would still offer a few words of advice. His words were simple, but they often went straight to the point, enlightening those confused disciples.

While instructing his disciples, a figure carrying a hoe rushed over in a flurry of activity; his voice preceded his arrival:

"Senior Brother Zhang! Senior Brother Zhang! Big news! Big news!!"

"What big news? Hasn't the army been reorganizing lately? Preparing for the war against the Japanese pirates? What big news could there be..." Zhang Zhiwei looked at Lü Ci, who had run up to him panting heavily, and said irritably:
"Erbi, what are you yelling about? Is the sky falling down?!"

"It's even stranger than the sky falling down!"

Lu Ci's mouth was practically splitting into a wide grin as he panted and laughed, "Lu Mang and Fatty couldn't get in touch with you earlier, so they sent me some news. Can you guess what it is?"

"Guess whether I'll guess or not!" Zhang Zhiwei rolled up his sleeves: "Let go! Don't force me to use drastic measures!"

He didn't have time to play guessing games with Lü Ci.

Upon hearing that Zhang Zhiwei intended to use extraordinary means, Lü Ci immediately dropped the preamble, took out a piece of yin-yang paper, and, with a gossipy smile on his face, said:
"Senior Brother Zhang, guess what? Old Lu... that guy Lu Mang is getting married!"

"What? Lao Lu is getting married."

Upon hearing this news, Zhang Zhiwei was somewhat surprised and quickly took the Yin-Yang paper to examine it.

The message above was from Lu Jin, announcing his upcoming wedding. He said the date was set for the fifteenth of next month and he hoped his brothers would come to celebrate. He also mentioned that the formal invitations were being made and might not be delivered to the Celestial Master's Mansion for a few days, so he came to report in advance.

Lu Jin was a shy guy who blushed easily, and there wasn't much information about the bride in the paper.

"This guy even had a whirlwind marriage! Which girl could catch his eye?" Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

"I heard she's from a scholarly family in Jiangnan, but I don't know the specifics. We'll find out when we get there." Lü Ci laughed loudly. "We'll definitely make a scene in his bridal chamber and see if Lu Jin, this hypocrite, is really that proper."

"You'd better take it easy, or you might end up causing Lu Mang to not be able to consummate the marriage and even end up fighting with you!" Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

Their conversation attracted the attention of those around them. Lu Jin had spent a considerable amount of time at Longhu Mountain and knew many people well. Upon hearing that he was getting married, the atmosphere immediately became lively. (End of Chapter)