Taoist Master Xuanhuang

"Twenty years have passed since I left, and I have returned no longer a youth."

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar Qingyun Mountain, Zhu Zishan was filled with emotion.

I was finally called back by headquarters. I heard that a rather unpleasant meeting was held there.

However, isn't it normal for meetings to be unpleasant? When have our Confucian school ever had harmonious meetings?
It is completely inconsistent with the style of Confucianism.

My group of people just love to argue; we always end up arguing. We're used to it.

"Alas, these are turbulent times. You left in high spirits, but I never expected to face such a situation upon your return. Brother Zhu, what will you choose?"

Zhu Zishan was not the only Confucian scholar to go to the sacred land of all races; there were other Confucian disciples as well.

However, he's not very famous; he's just a nobody.

“I don’t want to go anywhere else; I plan to stay on Qingyun Mountain,” Zhu Zishan said.

"I really envy you," said Passerby A enviously.

Choosing is also a qualification. Some people are not qualified to choose at all, like that random passerby.

To use an analogy, they are both Confucianists, but Zhu Zishan is the core of the true Confucian school, while he is just an outstanding disciple of one branch of the Confucian school.

"Try it out, you can do it too, like reaching the second tier," Zhu Zishan said to the passersby.

“Brother Zhu, we don’t have a choice for the second tier either, we’re different,” said another passerby.

"Yes!" Everyone agreed with him.

The first cohort of gifted students was from the early stages of Confucianism, specifically the group led by Zhu Zishan.

Therefore, the geniuses at this time were geniuses of the entire Confucian school, not representatives of any particular faction.

Zhu Zishan was truly a prodigy of Confucianism.

The later selections were different; factions and struggles emerged, and categories were formed.

The various factions within Confucianism began to vigorously promote their own people, who became the new generation of young prodigies, and were no longer free individuals.

Since it was put forward by a certain faction, it means that it is bound to that faction and has no choice in its own destiny.

Therefore, they greatly admired Zhu Zishan and his group, the first generation of Confucian prodigies.

These individuals were born with the greatest fortune, and their talents are among the strongest in the past four generations.

His cultivation level has even reached the second stage, and he has created his own technique.

He is a prodigy, a master, and a high-ranking official.

You are free to choose where you want to go.

Unlike later generations, they didn't have the freedom to choose. Whichever faction they belonged to was their faction, and if anyone dared to disobey, that would be terrible.

“My fellow disciples, if you don’t have a choice, it’s because you’re not strong enough. Once you’re strong enough, you’ll have the freedom to choose. Do you understand?” Zhu Zishan said.

After saying that, he looked at their confused expressions, as if they didn't understand.

"You'll understand when you reach the second tier, or when you're strong enough."

You won't understand unless you're at the second tier or strong enough.

Just like Zhu Zishan, whose cultivation level is at the early stage of the second tier, he belongs to the second tier. The leaders and alliance leaders of the first tier are all at the mid-stage of the second tier.

He's now in the second tier and can choose for himself.

Although the credit goes to the first generation of geniuses, it is also inseparable from his strength. Strength gives one a voice.

As a second-tier advanced cultivator, who would dare force him to make a choice?

As for these junior brothers and sisters not understanding, it's because their cultivation level is not high enough. Once their cultivation level is high enough, they will understand without needing further explanation.

That confidence stems from strength, and cannot be expressed in words.

After saying that, Zhu Zishan strode forward.

"Senior Brother Zhu, are you also holding a Dharma lineage conference?"

The junior brothers and sisters who followed asked.

They already know why they were recalled; in short, the Holy Land has undergone significant changes, and it's no longer worthwhile to stay there.

"It's not confirmed yet, we'll see how it goes."

Zhu Zishan also wanted to convene a Dharma lineage conference, mainly to prevent Lao Lin from becoming too arrogant.

However, he also understood that Lao Lin's "Qi Body Origin and Flow" had universality, while his own method did not have universality and belonged to a special method specific to his unique talent.

In this vast world, without exaggeration or bias, there are very few people like myself, perhaps even extremely few.

Although he made a generalization that ordinary people can learn from, he even created many remedies.

For example, how to cultivate a special physique like one's own.

But, how should I put it, it's too difficult.

It's incredibly difficult; so difficult that many people would give up as soon as they see it.

There are so many laws in the world, why make things difficult for yourself?

Most importantly, even so, it doesn't guarantee that one can cultivate a divine body like Zhu Zishan's.

Overall, it's just a passable law; it can't defy fate.

Given this situation, even if a Dharma lineage conference were held, it would not seem to be competitive.

Specifically, his method requires that what he needs to learn cannot be learned by others; he needs a genius with the same physique as him.

I get a headache just looking at things I don't need, because I can't learn them, and even if I did, I wouldn't achieve much.

This is the biggest contradiction.

"Isn't your law strong enough?"

They all know Zhu Zishan very well; Zhu Zishan is their biggest target. They can't be unaware of this.

"It's not what you think. It's a generalization. Yan Yi is more suitable than me. How should I put it? I have a little bit more talent, but my method is a method suitable for true geniuses, especially those with the Yin-Yang Dao Embryo."

Everyone:...

Suddenly I was shocked; so that's how it is.

"Yan Yi's fighting style is more suitable than mine. It is suitable for people who are tenacious and unyielding, people who do not give up even after defeat, and people who use bloody battles as motivation for progress."

In this respect, I not only envy Lin Fan, but also Yan Yi.

The young monks and Taoist priests were similar to me; they were all special geniuses.

Lin Fan and Yan Yi's examples are more universal.

"That's it!"

The passersby suddenly understood.

None of them created their own methods, nor do they understand these teachings. In their minds, those who create their own methods are all highly accomplished.

"Yes, that's right. Otherwise, I would have already passed it on to my fellow disciples. You all have great talent, but it's not suitable for my method."

These Confucian prodigies.

To be honest, they are all one in ten thousand, top talents.

Because it is too top-tier, it is even less suitable for Zhu Xishan's teachings.

For example, many of these junior brothers and sisters have special divine bodies or Dao embryos.

It is even less suitable for one's own Yin-Yang balance method.

As they talked, they arrived at the headquarters of the Confucian school.

A small but significant welcoming ceremony was held at headquarters, mainly to welcome Zhu Zishan's return; the others were just there to make up the numbers.

"Haha, our young prodigy is back, haha..."

Yan Lai laughed loudly.

He watched Zhu Zishan grow up and regarded Zhu Zishan as his disciple, but he couldn't do so because of his status.

But as everyone knows, Zhu Zishan was the successor previously chosen by the sect leader.

"Zhu Zishan... has been on a twenty-year expedition to the holy land of all races. Today he returns to report back!"

There are still rules, Zhu Zishan described his actions over the years.

They controlled a second-tier dynasty, more than a dozen first-tier dynasties, and spread countless Xuanhuang techniques, etc.

It can only be said that the harvest has been very fruitful, and they have already gained a firm foothold in the Holy Land of Myriad Races.

They also cultivated a successor who could take over the position, and that successor was the old man Zeng Xingwang.

In twenty years, who would have thought that the old man who hoped his son would become a dragon among men would become the biggest benefactor, having reached the late stage of the first tier and possessing the ability to step into the second tier? Fate is truly unpredictable.

The old man Zeng Yinghe's talent can only be described as top-tier among the top. Coupled with good fortune and destiny, he reached the cultivation level that only the legends of Qingyun Mountain could achieve in twenty years.

With the many contingency plans left by Zhu Zishan, he has enough power to control the second-tier dynasty.

In terms of spiritual cultivation, Zeng Yinghe, who is Zeng Xingwang's third son, also did quite well.

With Wei Zhongxin's help, the development of the divine cultivation was even stronger than that of the true cultivation developed by Zhu Zishan.

Zeng Yinghe's cultivation level was even more astonishing, surpassing even his father's; he had already reached the second-tier divine cultivation level.

This seems incredible, but it's possible.

The reason is simple: the Holy Land of Myriad Races needs a powerful divine cultivator temple priest, so a second-tier divine cultivator is created.

This is something that cultivators can do.

It was forced to come to fruition, by gathering the power of many faiths, plus the divine talisman given to him by Wei Zhongxin, a talisman to stabilize the soul, and thus it was able to be brought to life.

In short, Zeng Yinghe was forced into this situation.

Unlike his father, who built it himself.

Moreover, Zeng Yinghe's second-tier divine cultivation will last a long time; perhaps his father will be at the third tier while he remains at the second tier.

His strength depends mainly on whether the Divine Cultivator lineage of the Holy Land of Myriad Races needs him. If they do, they will continue to nurture him; if not, he will maintain his current level of cultivation.

The Zeng family can be said to have been transformed by Zhu Zishan.

Zhu Zishan wasn't someone who could just leave on a whim; he wasn't like Lin Fan, who remained trapped in the ancient battlefield, unable to develop any power.

He, along with Yan Yi and others, were only allowed to return after giving instructions.

We can't just ignore it and let such a huge foundation be lost, can we?

"Good, not bad, not bad, very good."

Yan Lai was very satisfied with Zhu Zishan. The others also gave their reports, but the strongest among them had only developed into first-tier kingdoms, and their numbers were still small.

There's no need to elaborate on that.

"I also have some good news for you. I just received a message from Lord Wanling. He said that he can now connect to the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Races. From now on, if you want to go there, you only need to go through Lord Wanling."

The news Yan Laigang received was quite miraculous.

The group of geniuses who pioneered the holy lands of all races had just returned when Wanling said that they no longer needed to go through such trouble. They no longer needed to use teleportation tokens to go to other holy lands; they could do it themselves.

"Huh? This?" Zhu Zishan was completely dumbfounded.

So simple.

If it were that simple, what would be the point of all the hard work I put into planning?

Because it's so difficult to get there, and it's even a one-way street, that's why I've been working so hard. But as soon as I got back, you said the highway was repaired and my narrow path was no longer needed.

Even my plan to maintain the layout of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Races is no longer necessary; we can go there at any time.

"What's this..." Zhu Zishan couldn't help but complain.

"Ahem, don't talk about it, don't ask." Yan Lai knew that Zhu Zishan and the others were very aggrieved, so he raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Everything is self-evident.

Who else could be pointing to the sky but our Lord Dao?

"Disciple understands."

Zhu Zishan's grievances and dissatisfaction vanished instantly. What else did he want? Was he dissatisfied with the Daoist Master's behavior?
Zhu Zishan said he dared not, absolutely dared not.

The fact that a third-tier Xuanhuang cannot connect with other holy lands does not mean that a fourth-tier Xuanhuang with a holy will cannot do so.

Xuanhuang had almost forgotten about these young prodigies who had pioneered the holy land of myriad races until they recently returned to Qingyun Mountain frequently, at which point Xuanhuang remembered them.

These kids have it tough too.

Therefore, the Palace of Ten Thousand Spirits was directly connected to the holy land of all races.

Wanling said he couldn't do it; if he could, he would have done it long ago.

Xuanhuang personally intervened, creating a spatial passage between the Holy Land and the Holy Land for Wanling Cave, and leaving behind a trace of his own magic power, thus permanently fixing the primordial spirit within the Dharma.

Otherwise, even if one manages to penetrate the connection between the holy sites, the repulsion between the holy sites will eliminate them.

The magical power imbued with the will of Xuanhuang is a permanent channel between holy lands that cannot be canceled out by each other.

Wanling was very obedient and told the news to the Four Super Eight Greats.

This led to the scene we see today.

"Don't be ungrateful. The burial soil in your dantian has been untied, hasn't it? You've created your own technique, and your cultivation has improved greatly, haven't you? With so many gains, how can you be dissatisfied?"

Yan Lai deliberately educated these prodigies.

"No, no, we would only be grateful, we would never dare to be dissatisfied," the prodigies quickly declared.

They understood that the leader wasn't really reprimanding them, but rather putting on a show for 'Heaven'.

They immediately expressed their satisfaction, which was also to show 'heaven'.

It's all just acting.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a thunderclap that resounded throughout the heavens and earth descended upon Qingyun Mountain, a place where the seasons change but there is never any thunder or lightning.

Everyone was shocked.

"Leader (Alliance Leader), let's talk about something else," the high-ranking members of the four super powers and eight major powers said in unison.

It wasn't just Confucian scholars like Yan Hui who came here.

The same scene unfolded in the other three super powers and eight major powers, with the higher-ups unanimously advising the sect leader to stop talking.

I know you're putting on a show, a show for the Dao Master.

But don't get too caught up in the drama, look, even the Daoist Master is making thunder.

"Yes, yes, let's move on to the next topic."

The leaders of the Four Super Sects and the leaders and masters of the Eight Great Alliances all shuddered.

I didn't expect the Dao Lord's temper to be getting worse and worse; even my flattery isn't working anymore.

Furthermore, rumors circulated that the Lord was 'free,' and now it seems to be true.

If it weren't for freedom, the Dao Lord wouldn't have done this.

If you do that, you'll definitely be targeted by the Heavenly Dao.

Two messages were verified at once.

"What's the next topic again?" Yan Lai was also afraid.

I forget when I get nervous.

"Yes, meeting adjourned!"

"Oh, right, right, meeting adjourned, meeting adjourned," Yan Lai said, waving his hand.

Zhu Zishan and the others were dumbfounded.

This is so perfunctory and careless.

This dilapidated headquarters is on the verge of decay.

After twenty years of wandering, I returned to find my home in ruins.

Suddenly, a feeling arose that compelled the returning prodigies to think this way.

Of course, just kidding, it's about the sudden feeling of being out of place after being in charge of the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Races for twenty years and then returning home.

Battlefield stress disorder is a type of stress disorder.

This feeling, if viewed from another perspective, is just like the feeling of going home after letting go of stress, isn't it?
Also good.

However, a sense of loneliness lingered.

This may be the last glimmer of light from 'this once-prosperous home'.

Everyone understands why I came back.

The division, or rather the split, is now unavoidable, especially for the four super-talented individuals, who have heard about it many times even in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Races.

The thought of this made me frown again.

Can the word "sorrow" suffice?
...(End of chapter)