My words have become law; I truly have no desire to display my divine power before others.

Yun Songzi's expression changed.

He only saw seven things back then, which was already a record for the Hidden Mist Sect over the past hundred years.

But what this person saw far exceeded seven things.

The things he described—the red-tailed fish, the bird catching insects, the ball in the stone lion's mouth, and the patterns on the ball.

These were things he hadn't seen back then, and even his master and grandmaster hadn't seen them.

He knew the other party wasn't making it up, since the first few things were correct!

Yun Songzi stood there, holding the silk scroll in his hand, looking as if he had been struck by lightning.

His mind was buzzing, with only one thought running through his head: this person's talent for refining spirit was even stronger than his own.

But Lü Yang's mouth didn't stop; he was still describing the pattern on the paper.

Moreover, the number of patterns is gradually increasing.

Eleven, twelve... nineteen, twenty... until twenty-eight, Lü Yang finally stopped.

This level of talent has even surpassed that of the first patriarch!

The first founder was the founder of the Hidden Mist Sect. At that time, they were not yet in these Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The first patriarch was a ruthless man who used the Refining Spirit Method to establish himself among the orthodox Qi Cultivation sects.

At that time, the Mist Hidden Sect was extremely prosperous; no, it should have been called the Mist Hidden Cult at that time.

It is an existence on par with those orthodox Qi cultivation sects.

The first one's talent was clearly written in his notes; he had clearly seen twenty-seven patterns.

This young man saw more than the first patriarch.

Yun Songzi put away the silk scroll, looked at Lü Yang with a burning gaze that seemed to want to set him on fire.

Lu Yang was a little confused. He had only read out the name of a picture. Even early childhood education knowledge was more difficult than this. What was wrong with this person?

The intense gaze made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

After mentioning more than twenty patterns, his expression changed. Fortunately, he hadn't mentioned the remaining dozens yet; he was afraid something might go wrong!

At this moment, Yun Songzi took two steps forward, getting closer to Lü Yang, his voice trembling slightly: "Young man, I want to take you as my disciple."

Apprentice?

Lu Yang was stunned. Was this person doing all this just to take him as a disciple?

Just because you spotted a few patterns?

What the hell is this?

No matter what, Lü Yang would never agree, since he already had a master.

Although he has not yet received verbal recognition, he has long regarded himself as his disciple.

Lü Yang shrank back: "No, no, I already have a master."

Yun Songzi waved his hand: "Could your master teach you the Spirit Refining Technique of my Misty Hidden Sect? Could he teach you how to visualize leaving your body?"

Lü Yang shook his head: "My master doesn't teach these things. My master teaches the Great Dao."

"What did your master teach you? Qi cultivation?" Yun Songzi sneered.

"The Great Dao? What Great Dao? Cultivating Qi is indeed the orthodox Great Dao, but do you know that this path depends heavily on talent?"

Lü Yang remained silent.

Yun Songzi took a step forward and tapped Lü Yang's chest with his finger, again and again.

"Even if you sincerely cultivate for decades, you might only accumulate twenty or thirty years of spiritual power. Decades!"

Can you afford to wait? The path of Qi cultivation is incredibly slow in the early stages, like a snail's pace; countless geniuses have wasted their lives on it.

Lü Yang took another step back.

Yun Songzi persisted and followed.

"Refining the spirit is different. After ten years of refining the spirit, one can have power comparable to thirty years of cultivation."

Your talent for refining spirit is far superior to that for refining qi, so why are you so fixated on clinging to that crooked tree?

"Senior, that's not a crooked tree—"

"That's the crooked-necked tree!" Yun Songzi's voice rose.

"Whether anyone in this world can become an immortal through Qi cultivation is still unknown! I've lived for almost sixty years and haven't seen a single one. Have you?"

Lu Yang opened his mouth, wanting to say, "I am the Immortal Master," but he swallowed the words back.

He couldn't explain exactly what realm the Immortal Master was at, but he knew that the Immortal Master was definitely not an ordinary person.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yun Songzi assumed that he had been persuaded and softened her tone.

"Young man, a good bird chooses a good tree to perch on, what's wrong with that?"

Lü Yang shook his head.

Yun Songzi frowned: "What does shaking your head mean?"

"Senior," Lu Yang looked at him and said earnestly, "I think what you said is very true."

Yun Songzi thought that Lü Yang had finally figured things out, and his face lit up with joy.

But before he could speak, Lü Yang spoke again.

"The wood I'm choosing now is at least Jianmu (a type of timber)!"

Yun Songzi froze, staring at him with wide eyes and a bristling mustache: "You—you brat, why are you so stubborn?!"

Lu Yang didn't speak, but he stood there as if his feet were rooted to the ground.

Yun Songzi was so angry that he spun around twice on the spot, then suddenly stopped, took a deep breath, as if to suppress his anger.

He turned around, his back to Lü Yang, and lowered his voice: "You don't believe me? You think I'm just bragging?"

Then, he raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and touched his forehead.

Then he pointed to a millstone-sized rock in the distance.

With a "crack," the stone split in two, the cracks were neat and even, as if it had been measured with a ruler.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Lü Yang: "Does your master know how to do this?"

Lu Yang glanced at the cracked stone, then at Yun Songzi, and nodded: "Yes."

It's just a stone; if the immortal master wanted to, he could probably split a mountain in two.

Yun Songzi was taken aback. Oh, it seems this so-called master does have some real skills, but that's all.

He took a deep breath, then raised his hand and made a grasping motion towards a large tree next to him.

The tree suddenly sprang up from the ground, its roots gripping the fresh soil. With a wave of Yun Songzi's hand, the tree flew away into the distance.

"What about this? Does your master know the art of controlling objects with one's soul?" Yun Songzi asked.

Lu Yang glanced at the receding tree, recalling the immortal master's sword strike that took the life of the evil creature from ten miles away, and nodded: "I will."

Yun Songzi's mustache twitched.

But he didn't speak; instead, he waved again.

A flock of birds flying in the sky not far away suddenly seemed to be controlled by something and headed straight towards Lü Yang.

These birds lifted Yun Songzi's body and flew into the sky.

In less than a breath, it can fly dozens of meters.

When he finally returned, he raised his head slightly and said...

"What about the art of beast taming?"

Upon hearing this, Lü Yang subconsciously thought of the Immortal Master's ability to shrink the earth to an inch; this so-called beast-taming technique was simply far inferior.

This time he shook his head.

"How about..."

Yun Songzi stared at Lü Yang, his gaze sharpening.

This kid's being stubborn, huh?

Fine, he'll see how long he can stay hard.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and made a mudra with his hands in front of his chest.

The handprint was very complex, with fingers twisting and turning, making it dazzling to look at.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes—those eyes had changed.

The once bright black pupils now gleamed with a faint white light, as if something was burning inside.

His body began to glow.

The light shone from his chest, spreading to his neck, to his arms, and to his entire body.

His figure blurred in the light, and then—a huge shadow rose from him.

The shadow was twice as tall as him, over 30 feet high, and was blurry, so his face was indistinct; only a human shape could be discerned.

It stood behind Yun Songzi, head bowed, as if looking at Lü Yang.

The surrounding air grew heavy, pressing down on my shoulders.

"This is my Dharma form," Yun Songzi's voice came from under the shadow, somewhat muffled.

"I have cultivated for forty years to finally condense this Dharma form. The spirit manifests, and power is controlled through form. Does your master know this?"

Lu Yang looked up at the enormous shadow, feeling a little scared.

It wasn't fear, it was just that the thing was so big; standing in front of me, it felt like a mountain.

He swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes."

Although the Immortal Master has not demonstrated it, he certainly will, without a doubt!

Yun Songzi's face finally couldn't hold back anymore.

His Dharma form—the Dharma form he had spent forty years to condense—this kid glanced at it and said, "I can?"

meeting?

He took a deep breath and withdrew the image.

The enormous shadow swayed, then shrank back into his body, and the surrounding pressure disappeared.

"Lead the way."

Lü Yang was somewhat puzzled.

"This is..."

Yun Songzi said succinctly.

"I'd like to see if your so-called master is truly as powerful as you claim!"

As he spoke, his divine soul lifted Lü Yang up and placed him on the leopard's body.

The leopard leaped and disappeared from the spot.

Three breaths later, the still snake suddenly became conscious, but when it looked ahead...

A huge question mark appeared in her small eyes. No, where is such a big prey?