Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 546 Zhenyuan Daxian
Fang Yu sat quietly in the side room, drinking only a cup of tea and eating a spirit fruit each day.

It's called a magic fruit, but it's actually just an apple that you only think of eating when there's nothing else to eat at home.

Although the fruit tastes sour, it also has a warming effect when you eat it.

Fang Yu wondered if it was too sour, causing him to have too much stomach acid.
This sitting lasted for more than half a month. During this time, Fang Yu met Mingyue, who was of the same generation as Qingfeng. The two spoke with a Sichuan accent and had similar personalities. They were quite polite to Fang Yu.

That morning, Fang Yu suddenly felt the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surging like the tide, and the clouds above Wuzhuang Temple began to rotate, forming a huge vortex!
"They're here!" Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly got up and went to the courtyard.

Auspicious clouds spread across the eastern sky, forming a hundred-mile-long staircase.

The nine layers of clouds gradually become distinct from bottom to top: the lowest layer is a mixture of black and yellow energies, the middle layer is a purple canopy, and the uppermost layer is a golden cloud that condenses into auspicious clouds.

In the center of the cloud path, a figure stepped through the air.

The man seemed to be strolling leisurely, but each step he took subtly corresponded to the numbers of the stars in the heavens.

The plain-colored Taoist robe was spotless, and the silk sash at the waist held the Qiankun Sleeve, his natal magic weapon, with the sun, moon, and stars faintly visible on the cuffs.

The most astonishing thing is that the three flowers gather on the top of his head and the five qi converge in his chest. This is the kind of aura that only a Primordial Golden Immortal can have, and he can sit at the same table as the Three Pure Ones.

Sun Wukong once heard Mingyue say that Zhenyuan Daxian was having a banquet in Heaven with Laozi, and that Mingyue was bragging. Fortunately, there was a video camera back then, which captured this precious scene.

(As shown in the picture)
"Welcome, Master." Qingfeng Mingyue knelt at the mountain gate.

When Zhen Yuanzi landed, the spiritual veins of the entire Longevity Mountain resonated with him.

He casually tossed the whisk behind him, and the seemingly ordinary whisk tip actually caused the space to slightly distort, revealing the faintly visible chaotic void behind him.
Fang Yu's eyelids twitched!

This is too outrageous!
"Hmm?" Zhen Yuanzi suddenly turned his head.

Fang Yu felt as if he had been struck by lightning! That gaze, though seemingly casual, gave him the illusion that he was being stared at by the primordial world.

The chakra within his body instantly solidified, and his soul seemed to be placed before the Mirror of Chaos, revealing all his secrets.

Just as Fang Yu was about to use his Flying Thunder God Escape technique to escape, the pressure suddenly disappeared.

Fang Yu stood at the door of the side room, watching Zhenyuan Daxian's figure disappear around the corner of the main hall, his fingers unconsciously picking at the wooden splinters on the door frame.

Qingfeng and Mingyue jogged to catch up with their master, the hem of their Taoist robes sweeping across the bluestone slabs, even their footsteps conveying respect.

"I"

Fang Yu opened his mouth, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with a wad of rotten cotton wool from the edge of a bucket of swill.

Follow him? They didn't even glance at him.

Not going with them? They've gone through so much trouble to get to Wuzhuang Temple.
Mingyue suddenly turned around, his almond-shaped eyes wide open on his round face. He raised his index finger to his lips and pointed sharply towards the side room with his other hand.

Fang Yu nodded subconsciously, but by the time he realized what was happening, the vermilion palace doors had already slammed shut, shaking a few drops of morning dew from the eaves.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door to the side room groaned under its own weight. Fang Yu curled up on the hard bed, staring at the cold teacup on the coffee table.

A thin film formed on the surface of the tea soup, reflecting his distorted image, which bore a striking resemblance to the starving corpse floating in the swill bucket.

Outside the window, the shadow of the ginseng fruit tree crept across the window inch by inch.

On the first day, he heard Qingfeng reciting some scriptures in the courtyard.

On the third day, Mingyue kicked pebbles as she passed by the window, humming a tune that was out of tune.

On the seventh day, a bell rang from the direction of the main hall. Fang Yu jumped to the window and only caught a glimpse of Zhen Yuanzi's Taoist robe flashing through the corridor.

On the morning of the fifteenth day, Fang Yu suddenly sprang up from the hard bed. The straw cushion he had slept on had been dented into a human shape, and he was practically crippled.

"We can't wait any longer."

He grabbed the earthenware bowl and gulped down several mouthfuls of overnight tea. The astringent taste of the tea mixed with the earthy smell hit his head. For the past two weeks, he had been like the son of a farmhand staying at the master's house, spending his days meditating or staring blankly at the spider webs on the roof beams, not daring to even step out of the door.

"I can command the wind and rain in other worlds, so why do I have to swallow my pride and remain silent here?!"

Fang Yu strode across the mess on the ground and headed straight for the main hall!
The stone steps in front of the main hall were as cold as jade. When Fang Yu knelt down, the biting cold made him frown slightly.

"Junior Fang Yu requests an audience with the Great Immortal Zhenyuan!"

A soft clinking sound of porcelain came from inside the hall, followed by Mingyue's low exclamation: "Master! That boy isn't bad."

"Noisy."

Two words, light and airy, yet they made Fang Yu's eardrums ache! His vision went black, and the smell of rust filled his nostrils.

When my vision returned, I realized that I had somehow retreated back to the door of the side room, my knees still bent in a kneeling position.

"Good heavens, how did I get back here?"

There's basically no dispute that Zhen Yuanzi possesses extraordinary abilities.

Sun Wukong challenged Zhen Yuanzi to a duel, but Zhen Yuanzi easily knocked away his golden cudgel with just two moves of his whisk.

After knocking down the ginseng fruit tree, Sun Wukong, without hesitation, wanted to silence Zhen Yuanzi and fight Lü Bu with Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie. However, after a short while, the three of them suffered a crushing defeat, and Zhen Yuanzi used a "Sleeve Universe" technique to hide the four of them, along with their luggage, in his sleeve.

Of all the hardships Sun Wukong faced on his journey to the West, none were as desperate as this.

Zhen Yuanzi was even more intimidating than Tathagata; he was completely unbeatable.

He truly has the skills.

Following him, there really weren't any major problems.

Fang Yu realized that being too hasty might waste the opportunity, so he reluctantly returned to the side room.

If Zhen Yuanzi doesn't teach him, then he can only focus on strengthening his physical body.

If Saitama's training methods were perfected over several hundred years, Fang Yu would never believe he could be inferior to that Monkey King!
Another week passed, and Fang Yu had already gotten used to life at Wuzhuang Temple.

It's less about living and more about quiet recuperation and watching "little movies" of other worlds.

That day, Fang Yu woke up early and heard rustling sounds in the yard. He quickly got up and looked out the window.

Upon seeing this, my heart sank.

He saw Zhen Yuanzi ride away on a cloud, and the auspicious clouds and mist gradually dissipated into the sky.

Watching that receding figure, I felt a mix of emotions.

When Qingfeng and Mingyue saw that their master had completely disappeared, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and their tense nerves relaxed instantly.

"Phew, they're finally gone!" Qingfeng stretched, flicked his sleeve, and pulled a small fruit from his pocket, tossing it to Fang Yu. "Catch!"

Fang Yu caught it with his hand and looked down. It was a crystal-clear spiritual fruit with a faint golden glow on its skin, clearly not an ordinary one.

"Master won't be back for at least half a year after this trip," Qingfeng said with a grin, winking at him. "We're going to have a lot of fun!"

Mingyue coughed twice, then pretended to be serious as she corrected him, "Ahem! Qingfeng, even when Master isn't here, we must still strengthen our resolve!"

Qingfeng rolled his eyes: "Yes, yes, stabilize your Dao heart, stabilize your Dao heart."

He turned to look at Fang Yu, and couldn't help but grin, "But, since Master isn't here, it's not a big deal if we secretly relax a little, right?"

Fang Yu held the fruit in his hand and smiled helplessly: "I know nothing, I understand nothing, so what's there to solidify? What's there to review?"

Qingfeng stroked his chin. "That's true."

Mingyue slapped her forehead, suddenly realizing, "Oh right! If Master didn't kick you out, it must mean he's tacitly agreeing to keep you here! Look at my brain!"

He turned and ran towards the inner hall, saying, "Wait here, I'll go get the book for you to read!"

Seeing this, Qingfeng shook his head and sighed, "Sigh, Mingyue is still so rigid." He leaned closer to Fang Yu and lowered his voice, "Actually, when Master isn't around, we can sneak off to the back mountain to pick some spiritual fruits, or go to the stream at the foot of the mountain to catch fish. That would be so much fun!"

Fang Yu raised an eyebrow: "Is this how you usually 'strengthen your Dao heart'?"

Qingfeng chuckled: "Of course! Although Master is strict, he turns a blind eye as long as it doesn't interfere with studies."

Just then, Mingyue ran back carrying a stack of bamboo slips, panting as she shoved them into Fang Yu's hands: "Here! Take a look first."

Seeing this, Qingfeng pouted and said, "Fine, here we go again." He stretched and said lazily, "Alright, alright, you guys read your books, I'm going to take a walk in the back mountain."

Mingyue glared at him: "You're trying to slack off again!"

Qingfeng waved his hand and walked out without looking back: "That's called balancing work and rest!"

Fang Yu ignored their bickering and lowered his head to open the bamboo slips.

There are so many words written on it, it's hard to even read them, let alone digest them.

But he already had a plan in mind.

The six months that Zhen Yuanzi was away from may have been the best opportunity for him to "get it"!
(End of this chapter)