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

"The back mountain, right? We'll be setting things up there tonight. In the meantime, keep your Qi under control and be careful when using your power. Don't make any big moves."

Zhang Jingqing said with a serious expression:

"Pay special attention to avoid using your own Qi to draw upon the power of heaven and earth on a large scale."

"Although you are only vaguely sensing the signs of an internal fire, the calamity has not yet truly arrived."

"But once a major fire starts, it will act like a fuse, instantly igniting a fire during internal repairs."

"When the time comes, we will attack from both inside and outside. Even a god would find it difficult to withstand the attack. Do you understand what I mean?"

Zhang Jingqing couldn't help but repeatedly remind him that there are three types of fires among the three calamities. Even if a cultivator reaches this level and is about to face a tribulation, they will mostly face internal fires or small fires.

Tribulations of the magnitude of a great fire are generally beyond the reach of ordinary people who lack the virtue to handle them.

But Zhang Zhiwei is different. He cultivates with the skills of a sage, breathing in the Qi of Heaven, Earth, and Man every day, achieving oneness with the universe.

In this state, once the calamity arrives, Heaven and Earth will surely do their utmost to wipe away this thief who stole their power.

Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei's fire must have been a major fire, and one of the highest level.

Of course, those destined for the tribulation will have some sense of it before it descends. With Zhang Zhiwei's current level of spiritual perception and life cultivation, it's impossible that he wouldn't notice it at all. Judging from his calm demeanor, it's clear that the situation isn't urgent yet.

However, precisely because of this, the elders should take it seriously and make arrangements immediately to avoid being caught off guard and in a panic.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, "With the help of my master and uncle, I will definitely get through this tribulation safely."

Zhang Jingqing repeatedly warned, "The Three Calamities are fatal tribulations for any cultivator, even those who cultivate internal fire. If you are going to risk crossing the great fire in the outside world, I hope you will think twice before acting, carefully weigh the risks, and never rashly face the calamity."

Listening to his master's rambling instructions, Zhang Zhiwei showed no impatience whatsoever, and chuckled, "This disciple will certainly keep Master's instructions in mind."

"Alright, you can go back now. Remember to absorb as little Qi as possible from the Three Realms during this period, and don't provoke Heaven and Earth."

Zhang Jingqing waved her hand and said.

Zhang Zhiwei clasped his hands in a deep bow to his master and uncle, then turned and left the Da Shangqing Palace, heading towards the Celestial Master's Mansion.

As soon as they arrived at the entrance, the fellow disciples who were practicing in the training ground immediately surrounded them.

Everyone had witnessed Uncle Zhang Yi hurriedly dragging Zhang Zhiwei away earlier, and they were wondering if something had happened. Seeing him return, everyone quickly stepped forward to ask what had happened.

He had already survived a tribulation, so there was no point in hiding it. He immediately recounted the story to his fellow disciples.

"First you survive the lightning disaster, and now you're facing a fire disaster. Senior brother, are you really going to become an immortal?" A junior brother looked at Zhang Zhiwei in shock.

"Yes, yes, senior brother, if you keep progressing like this, how long can we remain fellow disciples?" a junior brother asked with a worried expression.

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong became agitated and angrily retorted, "Pah! What nonsense are you spouting?! Senior Brother Lei Zai could easily overcome the lightning disaster, what's a mere fire? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up!"

Tian Jinzhong thought that his junior brother had cursed Zhang Zhiwei so that he wouldn't survive the fire, which was why they couldn't be fellow disciples for long.

The junior brother who had just spoken realized there was something ambiguous in his words and hurriedly waved his hand to explain:
"Senior Brother Jinzhong, please don't misunderstand. That's not what I meant. What I meant was that with Senior Brother Zhiwei's current cultivation speed, he'll probably attain immortality and ascend to the celestial realm soon. We're just a bunch of mortals, and there's a difference between immortals and mortals. We can't be fellow disciples for long, can we?"

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong suddenly realized what was happening and scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh! So that's what you meant. My bad, my bad, I misunderstood you. But this shouldn't be a problem. Can't immortals descend to the mortal realm? Aren't there records of immortals appearing in various ancient books?"

“That’s true. As the saying goes, ‘When one attains enlightenment, even his chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.’ If Senior Brother Zhiwei becomes an immortal, don’t forget about us fellow disciples!” A young Taoist chuckled.

"If we become rich and powerful, let's not forget each other!" The other Taoist priests chimed in with their own jokes.

Zhang Zhiwei said, "The idea of ​​becoming an immortal is vague and ethereal. You have to experience it yourself to know for sure. However, if you want some guidance, you don't have to wait for some enlightenment or immortality. I can give you guidance right now!"

He pointed to the junior brother who had been shouting the loudest, "If we become rich and powerful, let's not forget each other!"

"It's been a long time since I've guided you in practical training. Let's start with you. Come on, attack me with the maximum power you can muster."

Upon hearing that a sparring match was about to begin, the junior brother immediately looked distressed. Who didn't know that Senior Brother Zhiwei was the most ruthless when sparring?

Although he always controls his power to the same level as his opponent, those who spar with him are always beaten badly, without even a chance to fight back, and they don't seem to be on the same level at all.

But if you disregard technique and simply compare strength, you feel that the difference between the two is not that great. In short, sparring with Zhang Zhiwei is a contradictory thing: even though the strength and speed are about the same, when he makes a move, even if it is just an ordinary punch or kick, few people can withstand it.

However, since his senior brother had spoken, he couldn't refuse. He immediately took to the field, set up his formation, and prepared for battle.

Zhang Zhiwei, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, raised his chin and said, "You go first."

The junior brother didn't stand on ceremony. He activated the Golden Light Mantra, and his body suddenly burst out with golden light. He rushed in front of Zhang Zhiwei, stretched out his arm, and the golden light transformed into a long whip that snaked towards Zhang Zhiwei's temple.

Because Zhang Zhiwei liked to condense golden light into threads and gather them at his fingertips, the disciples of the Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing's lineage, influenced by him, all liked to use this move.

Although the fellow disciple who made the move was not well-known, his Golden Light Mantra had reached the level of transforming Qi into form. However, his skill was not yet profound enough to transform the golden light into threads, but only into a golden whip. Even so, its power was still quite remarkable, capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks.

Because he had reduced his cultivation level to the same level as his opponent, Zhang Zhiwei did not use the golden light to protect himself or bully others; in fact, he did not even use the golden light.

With a flick of his wrist, he hooked his hand upwards, his movements as nimble as a snake or a dragon, and effortlessly seized the opponent's golden whip, producing a low, metallic clang. Then, with a sudden jerk, his junior brother flew towards him, only to be slapped away.

"Your reaction is too slow. The golden light is being restrained. You either need to disperse the golden light and break free from the restraint."

"Either transform your Qi into form, turning the golden whip into a sharp blade, forcing the person holding your golden light to let go."

"In short, there are many methods, but it is definitely not about blindly exerting force; it is about engaging in a tug-of-war with the enemy."
"Get up and continue the attack on me."

Instruction is not a mere exchange of blows where winning is all that matters. It's a process of repeated testing and refinement. Just now, that junior brother was repeatedly knocked away until he could no longer stand up, and only then did the instruction end.

"Go back and rest well, then move on!"

Zhang Zhiwei did not use his Red Hand technique to heal his junior brother. He did not use much force; the injuries were only superficial and would heal in a few days.

Moreover, he had set up a Qi formation in the training ground, making the innate Qi here abundant.

These innate energies cannot be actively absorbed; they can only be passively absorbed into the body through each breath. When injured or fatigued, one can often absorb more innate energies.

Immediately afterward, before he could even take his turn, another junior brother stepped forward. Not every junior brother was afraid of being beaten; quite a few were eager to improve.

One by one, the fellow disciples were sent flying, and soon the training ground was covered with wounded soldiers.

"Uncle-Master, look at this! Look at Senior Brother Zhiwei! He beat us up like this, and you just want to stand by and do nothing? Why don't you go and teach him a lesson?"

A junior brother with dark circles under his eyes sidled up to his senior uncle Zhang Yushan and egged him on.

Because Zhang Zhiwei had set up a Qi formation on the training ground, not only his fellow disciples but also some of the elders from his sect liked to come here to cultivate and practice. Just now, while Zhang Zhiwei was instructing his fellow disciples, these elders were watching the spectacle with great amusement.

I'm just a bystander watching the show; how could the flames of war possibly reach me? Thinking of this, Zhang Yushan couldn't help but recall the scene during the legal professional qualification examination.

Zhang Zhiwei was only eighteen years old that year, and I felt like a nobody in front of him.

He is now making rapid progress. He has not only severed the three corpses, but also passed the first of the three calamities and is about to face the second one.

Go and teach him a lesson yourself? That's like trying to get yourself killed.

Zhang Yushan glared at the disciple who had been egging him on, then smacked him on the head with a flick of the wrist, making him clutch his head and cry out in pain.

“You didn’t get the pointers right away, do you want your uncle to give you some pointers?” Zhang Yushan said.

The junior brother shrank back and said no more. He could still gain something from sparring with Senior Brother Zhiwei, but sparring with this senior uncle would bring him no benefit at all; he would only get beaten up.

Zhang Yushan continued watching the play. Having seen so many over the years, he actually had the idea of ​​going over to ask Zhang Zhiwei for some pointers. What if he got beaten up? As long as he could improve, that was fine.

Unfortunately, it has never been put into practice.

If he and Zhang Zhiwei are of the same generation, then being disciplined is nothing to be ashamed of.

But he's a generation older than Zhang Zhiwei, so he's going to get a beating...

In the martial arts world, it wouldn't be shameful, after all, how many people could face Zhang Zhiwei without getting a beating?
But he just couldn't get over that mental hurdle.

On the field, after giving pointers to each of his fellow apprentices, Zhang Zhiwei clapped his hands and was about to leave.

Lu Ci appeared in a hurry, carrying a hoe.

He was practicing his hoeing skills in the field when he heard that Zhang Zhiwei was instructing everyone on cultivation, so he rushed over. Because he was in such a hurry, he didn't even put down his hoe.

Although Zhang Zhiwei set up a Qi formation to assist in cultivation at the training ground, many fellow disciples came to the Qi formation to cultivate, including Lu Jin.

However, Lü Ci did not change his cultivation plan because of this.

During the day, he still insisted on carrying a hoe to the fields to diligently practice his hoeing skills.

In the evening, he would meditate and cultivate in the Qi Bureau of the training ground, or spar with Lu Jin.

However, during this time, Lu Jin returned to the Sanyi Sect.

Lu Jin is different from him; his cultivation has already deviated from the traditional Ruyi Jin.

He had to figure out each step of his cultivation path on his own, essentially starting his own sect.

This was an incredibly difficult task, but fortunately he had Zhang Zhiwei to consult, which was why he chose to stay at Longhu Mountain.

As for Lu Jin, he also had the guidance of the Great Ying Immortal Zuo Ruotong, so every now and then he would return to the Sanyi Gate to stay for a long time.

For Lu Jin, coming to Longhu Mountain was like Zhang Huaiyi going down the mountain for training.

“Senior Brother Zhang, I have made some progress recently and would like to ask you for your guidance!” Lu Ci said.

“Sure, go ahead and do it!” Zhang Zhiwei said casually.

Lu Ci, that kid, is determined to stay on Longhu Mountain, and he doesn't have any objections; he's always taken good care of him.

Of course, his fellow apprentices had no objections and even welcomed him, after all, he was a nuclear-powered donkey!

The senior students encouraged Lü Ci and gathered together to discuss how many moves he could withstand from Zhang Zhiwei.

"Then, Senior Brother Zhang, I'm going to make my move."

After speaking, Lü Ci spread his arms like a roc spreading its wings, and his muscles and bones roared and thundered.

Under the influence of the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, Lü Ci became much taller and more imposing. He was tall and robust, holding a purple ball of light in one hand, and the Ruyi Vibration Force spread out like a spider web.

Immediately, he suddenly struck out with his palm, slapping horizontally, palm shadows everywhere, purple Ruyi energy bursting forth, cracking the air along the way, leaving spiderweb-like cracks that completely enveloped Zhang Zhiwei.

"Not bad!"

A hint of appreciation flashed in Zhang Zhiwei's eyes. The Ruyi Zhenjin was very powerful. In the past, Lü Ci could only unleash it by charging up his strength. Now he had mastered this powerful force and could use it continuously.

However, that's not enough...

Faced with Lü Ci's overwhelming Ruyi Zhenjin, Zhang Zhiwei compressed his own power to the same level as Lü Ci, imitated Lü Ci's strength, and struck out with a palm.

Although it imitated Lü Ci's strength, Zhang Zhiwei's palm strike surpassed his strength.

This doesn't mean Zhang Zhiwei used a lot of force; the force was the same. It's just that his palm strike contained more profound principles.

The further you progress in spiritual practice, the more difficult it becomes to explain the principles.

Instead of talking for days and nights, it's better to "explain" the principles during the fight.

Lu Ci's palm strike contained only unstoppable, fierce power.

Zhang Zhiwei's palm strike, however, combined strength and gentleness, yin and yang, and water and fire.

This is what he wanted to tell Lü Ci.

The two exchanged palms.

With a deafening roar, the air exploded, and a powerful gust of wind swept across the surroundings, causing everyone's hair to fly wildly.

"Dengdengdeng..."

Lu Ci staggered back several steps, leaving several holes in the floor beneath his feet. Finally, unable to withstand the force, he sat down on the ground with a thud.

With the same force, he unleashed more than a dozen palm strikes, while Zhang Zhiwei only managed one.

This palm strike not only dispersed all his palm energy, but also sent him flying.

Senior Brother Zhang used the same level of power as me, which means that as long as I understand the principle of this palm strike, I can also be this powerful.
Although his blood and qi were churning from the blow and blood was in his mouth, Lü Ci became even more excited. He jumped up, ignoring his injuries, and said with a fanatical expression:

"Senior Brother Zhang, come again! Use that same palm strike you just used!" (End of Chapter)