I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

Ascending along the ancient mountain path, passing through swirling clouds and mist, one can witness the palaces and pavilions gleaming in the sunlight and feel the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the air, which is far richer and purer than that outside.

His understanding of "cultivation" was still limited to physical fitness, longevity, and perhaps some spells and magic.

However, when he actually stepped into the inner courtyard of Longhu Mountain and was shown around by Xiao Xuan, what he saw completely overturned his understanding, leaving him dumbfounded and speechless for a long time.

In the spacious training grounds, on the quiet cliff platforms, and even in some forest clearings, Longhu Mountain disciples dressed in various Taoist robes could be seen practicing.

Some sat cross-legged, breathing exercises, their bodies swirling with spiritual energy; others practiced fist and sword techniques, their movements as swift as lightning, creating sharp, piercing sounds; still others made hand gestures, chanting incantations, and then lightning flashed in their palms, golden light condensed, and talismans appeared out of thin air and burned!
"Holy crap! This...this!"

Chen Wen was dazzled by what he saw, and his heart was screaming with excitement.

"Lightning! Golden light! Those talismans are flying up on their own! This isn't some kind of exercise or martial arts practice! This is practically cultivating immortality! It's outrageous!"

Various energy fluctuations permeated the air, and the deep rumble of thunder, the clear sound of swords, and the mysterious chanting of incantations could be faintly heard.

When some senior disciples sparred, the light and air waves generated by their clashing moves made Chen Wen's heart pound with fear, lest he be affected.

He then realized how superficial his previous understanding of the "extraordinary world" was. As one of the ancestral temples of Taoism, Longhu Mountain's heritage and traditions were far beyond what outsiders could fathom.

Just as he was in shock, a figure slowly walked over from a distance.

The man wore a purple Taoist robe embroidered with intricate cloud and celestial patterns. He stood tall and walked with composure. Although he did not deliberately exude any aura, he naturally became the center of attention.

Sunlight shone on him, his purple robe shimmering with a soft glow, making him appear like an immortal who had stepped out of a painting.

It was Zhang Yangqing.

Almost the instant Chen Wen saw Zhang Yangqing, his heart began to pound uncontrollably, and an indescribable sense of awe and contempt welled up within him.

It was not just a direct feeling of the strength of the strong, but also an instinctive pressure brought about by an absolute gap in life level and spiritual realm.

His legs went weak, and he even had an urge to kneel down and worship!

What alarmed him even more was the reaction of those around him.

Whether they were disciples passing by in a hurry or a few tourists who were allowed to enter a certain area and were curiously looking from afar, they all stopped immediately upon seeing Zhang Yangqing and bowed or nodded respectfully.

The disciples saw pure reverence and fervor, while the tourists were filled with a mixture of curiosity and awe. Without exception, no one dared to make a loud noise or approach casually, as if there was an inviolable domain around that purple robe.

Zhang Yangqing seemed to be just taking a casual stroll. His gaze swept over the training scenes in the martial arts arena without lingering anywhere or looking in Chen Wen's direction. He quickly turned into another quiet path leading deeper into the area, and his figure disappeared behind the mountain mist and ancient trees.

Only when the invisible pressure dissipated did Chen Wen breathe a long sigh of relief, discovering that his back was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

He swallowed hard, his throat dry. He turned to Xiao Xuan, who looked completely unfazed, and said in a trembling voice, "Brother Xiao, did you know Brother Zhang is such a high-ranking person? His aura is terrifying. I feel that it was almost disrespectful for an ordinary person like me to be able to get so close to him and call him Brother Zhang."

He recalled how he had casually struck up a conversation with Zhang Yangqing in the mountain village, as if an ignorant person had unintentionally offended a deity.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Xuan laughed heartily, patted Chen Wen on the shoulder, both to comfort him and to tease and warn him: "You're only finding out now? My senior brother, the 'Brother Zhang' you mentioned, is the undisputed leader of the Daoist sect today. Not only in China, but even in the global supernatural community, he's a figure whose every move is significant."

Every day, people flock here, eager to meet him and become his apprentices. The line stretches from the foot of the mountain all the way to the city. I'm not exaggerating; hundreds of thousands, even millions, of people are eager to learn from him. To receive his personal instruction is an opportunity that would make countless people envious. You must cherish it and not waste it.

Xiao Xuan deliberately spoke in a harsh tone to put pressure on Chen Wen.

He knew very well that since Chen Wen had entered this circle and gained some favor from his senior brother, he would face not only the hardships of cultivation, but also attention from all sides, potential jealousy, and the invisible rules and pressures of this circle.

If you can't even bear the awe that comes from your senior's status and strength when facing them, and you can't adjust your mindset, the road ahead will be even more difficult.

Upon hearing this, Chen Wen's face paled even more, but a flame ignited in his eyes—a mixture of fear, awe, and the excitement and determination brought by a tremendous opportunity. He nodded vigorously: "I understand, Brother Xiao! I will cherish this opportunity! I will train with all my might!"

"That's right." Xiao Xuan smiled with satisfaction and led him to familiarize himself with the surroundings and arrange accommodations.

It's worth mentioning that when the eldest disciple, Su Muyu, learned that his master's weapon had been used by the Weird, he was so angry that he almost wanted to go to Changbai Mountain again to resurrect the Weird and kill him once more.

That belongs to my mentor; this is blasphemy. That's why even someone as temperamental as Zhang Yangqing showed displeasure upon seeing this.

Zhang Yangqing did indeed keep his promise and took the time to meet with Chen Wen the day after Chen Wen settled down.

Without much small talk, Zhang Yangqing simply had Chen Wen practice his family's basic cultivation technique once, and then carefully examined his bloodline and physical constitution.

Throughout the entire process, Zhang Yangqing's gaze remained calm, seeing through the essence of all the techniques.

A moment later, Zhang Yangqing took out a blank jade slip, his fingertips glowing faintly. He inscribed in the air for a moment, then imprinted a modified and perfected basic cultivation technique and a matching spell suitable for the initial activation and use of the "Mountain Guardian Clan" bloodline into it, and handed it to Chen Wen.

"Practice according to this method, step by step. If you have any questions, you can ask Xiao Xuan," Zhang Yangqing said succinctly.

Chen Wen received the jade slip, which was warm to the touch and faintly glowing, with trembling hands. He was so excited that he could hardly speak.

His family's traditions were already incomplete, and the cultivation methods his ancestors had figured out were crude and inefficient.

Zhang Yangqing's casual modification was tantamount to tailoring a more efficient and suitable path to heaven for him!
This kindness is so great that it would be no exaggeration to say that the Chen family's ancestral graves would emit auspicious smoke!

"Thank you so much, Celestial Master!" Chen Wen knelt down with a thud and kowtowed three times.

Zhang Yangqing nodded slightly and said no more.

The subsequent specific guidance, Q&A sessions, and even practical exercises were naturally handed over to Xiao Xuan.

For Zhang Yangqing, being given direction and improvement suggestions was already a rare and valuable piece of guidance.

After all, he has more important things to focus on with his time and energy.

At this moment, deep within Longhu Mountain, in Zhang Yangqing's private meditation cave.

Instead of meditating or reading classics as usual, he leaned lazily against a wicker chair, with a strange light screen made of water vapor and spiritual light floating in front of him.

The images on the light screen flowed and were divided into many small sections, each displaying different scenes and characters.

This is the real-time progress of the chosen ones from various countries who have entered the "Undying Mountain" area of ​​the supernatural world.

Zhang Yangqing tapped lightly on the back of the chair with his slender fingers, his eyes scanning the images intently.

As can be seen, different chosen ones encounter different events, face different challenges, and choose different paths after entering that area.

Some are trapped in bizarre illusions and struggling, some are outwitting and fighting against local evil spirits, and some are exploring ancient ruins and searching for clues.

Progress can be fast or slow, and circumstances can be dangerous or opportunistic.

"At this rate, all processes should be completed and the results released by midnight tonight at the latest."

Zhang Yangqing made a mental estimate, a glint of anticipation flashing in his eyes.

If he can get in, he will find a way to re-enter the Undying Mountain and see what has changed inside. (End of Chapter)