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Shen Mo did not move.

Yin Zhiping's fingers touched his wrist, the calluses on his fingertips showing the dryness from years of sword practice.

In an instant, a wisp of extremely subtle yet pure internal energy transformed into a cold, fine needle, piercing into the silent meridians.

Danger.

This was Shen Mo's first impression.

His body was being forcibly dissected and was about to be exposed to a stranger.

Instinct compelled him to draw upon the power he had accumulated over the past two years to shield himself from this external surge of true energy.

But he definitely can't do it.

Because he is still too weak right now.

The urge to kill surged within him, but reason held it firmly back.

Turning against each other now is extremely foolish.

His expression remained unchanged as he allowed Yin Zhiping's internal energy to circulate within his body.

At the same time, he gathered all his vast inner strength and sank it deep into his dantian, leaving only a dry and desolate meridian channel.

He wants to gamble.

The bet is that the opponent cannot see through the true origin of this power.

Yin Zhiping moved very slowly, his expression extremely solemn.

His internal energy flowed upwards along Shen Mo's meridians, passing through Cun Kou, Guan Yuan, Chize, and so on, without any obstruction.

The more he investigated, the more rapid Yin Zhiping's breathing became, and the fingers on Shen Mo's wrist even began to tremble.

wrong!

This is so wrong!

Shen Mo's meridians were strong and wide, far surpassing those of anyone he had ever seen. It was simply an excellent body tailor-made for Taoist profound arts!

Yet, these perfectly formed meridians were completely empty, without the slightest trace of cultivation!

A riverbed that can hold thousands of rivers, yet contains only a few drops of morning dew.

How is that possible?

Where did that terrifying internal force, enough to instantly kill Wang Tong, go?

Yin Zhiping didn't believe it, so he channeled his inner strength and probed deeper into Shen Mo's dantian.

Just as his internal energy was about to touch his dantian (energy center).

boom!

Yin Zhiping's consciousness seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss.

There was no light, no sound, only a vast, silent chaos dwelling deep within the dantian!

That force did not retaliate; it simply lay dormant.

However, the internal force that Yin Zhiping probed was so insignificant in the face of this chaos that it was not even worth a speck of dust. It was instantly dissipated into nothingness by the invisible pressure!

A chill that seemed to emanate from the depths of his soul caused Yin Zhiping's body to stiffen abruptly!

He had the privilege of experiencing the inner wisdom of his senior master, the immortal Qiu Chuji, which was as profound as a deep pool and as majestic as a towering mountain.

How insignificant it is compared to this silent chaos before us!

In Yin Zhiping's mind, a long-sealed ancient text tore through all the fog!

The Daoist Canon, in its "Mysterious and Subtle Chapter," states: "There are extraordinary beings in the world who are born to become the Dao, and these are called the 'Primordial Dao Embryo.'"

Such people do not need cultivation or breathing exercises.

Its body forms its own little world, and it can draw on the primordial energy of heaven and earth while walking, sitting, or lying down, condensing it in its dantian and transforming it into internal energy.

However, such Dao embryos are born with "mysteries within the womb," their souls are locked away, and they guard the treasure mountain in vain without knowing its entrance.

Unless one has a great opportunity or is enlightened by a master with supreme mental techniques, one will remain a mortal with vigorous blood and energy throughout one's life.

Once you get it...

That is like a dragon entering the sea and soaring into the sky!

That's it!

I see!!!

All the confusion, absurdity, and bewilderment in Yin Zhiping's heart vanished at this moment!

He finally understood!

Why is it that Shen Mo, who possesses such refined internal energy, doesn't even know the most basic "Golden Lotus Heart Method"?

Why could he easily cripple Wang Tong, yet he knew absolutely nothing about martial arts basics?

He's not a disciple of any master at all!

He doesn't need a master at all!

He himself is a walking treasure trove of martial arts! A piece of unpolished, supreme immortal jade!

He is the legendary... Primordial Dao Embryo!

The Quanzhen School is about to flourish!

Yin Zhiping abruptly pulled his hand back, as if burned by an invisible flame.

He staggered back two steps, and when he looked at Shen Mo again, the scrutiny, examination, and curiosity in his eyes had completely disappeared.

Instead, there was an almost manic reverence!

That's like watching a living legend!

"Thump!"

Under Shen Mo's astonished gaze, the number one third-generation disciple of the Quanzhen Sect and the future leader candidate suddenly collapsed to his knees and knelt down!

This kneeling made Wang Tong, who was wailing on the ground, forget his screams.

The henchman, who had just escaped with his life, was so frightened that his eyes almost bulged out of their sockets.

Senior Brother Yin... knelt down before a mere fire-working novice?!

Has the world gone mad?!

"Disciple Yin Zhiping, I was blind to the divine presence of a true immortal, and deserve to die!"

Yin Zhiping's voice trembled violently. He prostrated himself before Shen Mo, performing the most solemn Taoist kowtow.

"Please...please forgive me, Your Honor!"

Shen Mo: "..."

He looked at Yin Zhiping kneeling before him, trembling with excitement, and his mind went blank for a moment.

What's going on?

A new type of PUA? Kneeling down when you can't win, then using flattery to kill?

No.

wrong.

The other person's genuine excitement and reverence were undeniable.

He seems to have... misunderstood something.

A huge misunderstanding.

Shen Mo didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly.

This silence, however, was taken for granted by Yin Zhiping.

The immortals, whose emotions are never revealed, would never stoop to the level of ordinary mortals.

He became increasingly certain of his judgment!

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!" Yin Zhiping raised his head, his face filled with the joy of surviving a disaster. "Your body possesses an innate Dao embryo, and your spirit roams beyond the mortal world. No wonder... no wonder you don't know these mundane martial arts."

Innate Dao Embryo?

Shen Mo caught the key word.

Although I don't understand exactly what it is, it sounds very impressive.

He decided to remain silent.

Too many words will be lost.

The safest option is to let the other person think for themselves and fill in the gaps themselves.

Seeing Shen Mo's "acquiescing" only fueled Yin Zhiping's inner turmoil.

He quickly stood up and stood humbly to the side, no longer daring to stand shoulder to shoulder with Shen Mo.

His gaze swept over the three terrified fools on the ground, and a murderous intent he could no longer suppress surged forth.

A bunch of ants!

A bunch of blind fools!

How dare they insult a living True Immortal? How dare they attempt to kill this future leader of the Daoist sect?

This is threatening to sever the eternal foundation of the Quanzhen Sect!

"You're all blind!"

With a flick of his whisk, Yin Zhiping unleashed two sharp gusts of wind that struck Wang Tong and another conscious follower precisely in the dantian.

"puff!"

"puff!"

Both of them simultaneously coughed up a mouthful of blood mist and instantly weakened.

Their dantian and qi sea were completely shattered by Yin Zhiping's attack!

All the internal energy he had painstakingly cultivated vanished into thin air!

From this day forward, they are utterly useless!

"Senior Brother Yin...you..." Wang Tong clutched his lower abdomen, his face filled with despair and confusion.

"From this day forward, the three of you are no longer my disciples of Quanzhen." Yin Zhiping's words were colder than the night wind on the cliff top. "Your tendons in your hands and feet are severed, you are expelled from the sect, and you are never to set foot in Zhongnan Mountain again!"

This is crueler than killing them!

For martial artists, having their martial arts skills crippled and their tendons severed is tantamount to being sent to the eighteenth level of hell!

"No! Senior Brother Yin! Spare me!"

"We were wrong! We'll never do it again!"

Yin Zhiping didn't even bother to look at them again.

He turned around and faced Shen Mo again, his face instantly filled with a humble smile.

"Your Majesty, such filthy things are not worth your trouble. Your disciple will take care of them and will not offend your eyes."

Shenmo's heart remained calm and undisturbed.

In his eyes, the three people wailing and begging for mercy on the ground were no different from the three stones by the roadside.

Since Yin Zhiping did it for him, it saved him a lot of trouble.

Now, the more important question is how to use this "innate Dao embryo" identity to maximize one's own interests.

"Your Majesty, this place is chilly and not a place to linger," Yin Zhiping cautiously inquired. "This disciple dares to request that you proceed to the residence of Master Changchun. Your identity... must be reported to our sect immediately!"

coming.

Shen Mo's heart skipped a beat.

From a novice Taoist practitioner specializing in fire, he rose to prominence and directly met Qiu Chuji.

This is exactly the springboard he needs!

He needs cultivation techniques, resources, and an environment where he can develop safely!

One day's worth of skill is equivalent to a year's worth of practice!

Ten days is equivalent to ten years of training!

What about thirty days, a hundred days, or even several years?

Shen Mo's heart began to burn with excitement.

The core of the Quanzhen School is undoubtedly the best choice!

He nodded slowly.

An extremely subtle movement.

Yin Zhiping, however, felt as if he had been granted a pardon and was so excited that he almost knelt down again.

"Your Majesty, have mercy! Your disciple will now guide you!"

He hurriedly led the way, bowing deeply and following closely behind. His humble and submissive demeanor made the only remaining follower beside him feel as if his world had collapsed.

However, just as they were about to step off the cliff platform...

A mocking male voice came from the mountain path below, growing louder as it approached.

"Senior Brother Yin, you have quite the refined taste! In the dead of night, you actually have the leisure to come to this Cliff of Repentance to admire the moon?"

Before he finished speaking, a tall, thin Taoist priest walked up slowly with his hands behind his back.

The person who arrived was none other than Zhao Zhijing.

As soon as he stepped onto the platform, he saw this bizarre scene before him.

Wang Tong and his two henchmen, one unconscious and the other two slumped on the ground like mud.

His usually arrogant junior brother, Yin Zhiping, was acting like a servant, respectfully following behind a young Taoist priest who worked with fire.

Zhao Zhijing stopped in his tracks.

He first glanced at the three half-dead people on the ground, then his gaze, cold as a snake, lingered on Shen Mo.

"Senior Brother Yin," Zhao Zhijing's voice instantly turned somber. He pointed at Shen Mo and asked, enunciating each word clearly.

"What's going on?"