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Martial Arts Arena:

Bai Daoran's figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Mo Lan.

The clouds and mist in his hands churned, carrying immense force as they slammed down on his opponent.

"This guy! He's actually serious?!" Qin Baichuan broke out in a cold sweat and quickly looked at Lin Jianwei beside him.

"Senior brother!"

He was genuinely worried that Bai Daoran might go too far and leave Lan Meng with hidden injuries and aftereffects, thus ruining the precious jade.

Although Bai Daoran had controlled his cultivation level to the first level, his cultivation was genuine.

Lin Jianwei narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Baichuan, you should be able to see that although Lan Meng is a precious gem, she is also a rough diamond."

"His talent is certainly great, but his temperament has always been troubled by things we don't know; he is impatient and eager."

"When you lack a sense of security, you worry about this and that, you think too much, and in the end you trap yourself in it."

Gu Qingli stood to the side with her hands behind her back and spoke calmly:

"Senior brother is right. Junior nephew is a born seeker of the Dharma. He possesses power far exceeding that of ordinary people without any cultivation. But it is precisely this power that makes him feel uneasy."

It is only when you have something that you feel you don't have enough.

When you have a million, you'll desperately want to turn that million into five million, then ten million.

Qin Baichuan scratched his head, only understanding half of what he heard.

Lin Jianwei said helplessly, "Simply put, Xiaobai saw through his junior brother's unease and wanted to settle him down through a martial arts contest."

This is essentially telling Mo Lan to stop thinking about all that nonsense, and that he'll give her two punches and see if she can understand.

"I see." Qin Baichuan suddenly realized.

Mo Lan, who was in the arena, was unaware that Lin Jianwei and the other two had already given them a thorough analysis; he was only concerned with this battle at the moment.

Bai Daoran's punches were incredibly fast.

Mo Lan hesitated for only a moment before decisively making a move to intercept the opponent's punch from the side.

"boom!"

The backs of their hands collided, creating swirling clouds of mist, and the vast true energy rippled outwards.

Bai Daoran then changed his move.

The punch, the sweeping leg, the turning kick—every move and every stance is a pure martial arts killing technique.

Mo Lan parried his moves one by one, each punch landing squarely.

The two figures moved so fast that they were almost just afterimages, far exceeding the combat range of ordinary disciples.

During the battle, Bai Daoran was pleasantly surprised to discover that Mo Lan, who was born with heterochromia, possessed innate Qi comparable to that of a Taoist disciple who had cultivated for more than ten years.

This is more than just a genius, this is a prodigy!

Three rounds had long passed, but Lin Jianwei did not speak up to stop it.

Because they could all see that Mo Lan and Bai Daoran had entered a complete "flow" state.

Bai Daoran maintained the same supreme state as Mo Lan throughout, in order to guide his junior brother into this state.

In this state, the two will only feel more and more relaxed and have a clearer understanding of each other as they fight.

However, during the battle, Bai Daoran gradually realized that Mo Lan's understanding of the Supreme Righteous Law was still slightly lacking.

Not fierce enough!

He decided to give the other person another push.

"Junior brother, watch this move closely, I'm going all out!"

In a flash, all his vital energy gathered in his right hand.

Supreme Breaking Fist!

This is the most terrifying move in the many fist and foot techniques of the Supreme Righteous Dharma.

Its characteristic is that after a punch lands, the Qi flow will produce a second explosion within the opponent's body.

With no way to avoid it, Mo Lan decisively chose to take the punch head-on.

damn it.

Magnetic field rotation – 50,000 horsepower!

Supreme Breaking Fist!

The same Hado Ken (a type of martial arts technique) struck both of them in the chest.

Two bursts of Qi were heard, and Mo Lan was blasted away, crashing into the wall of the training ground.

Click, click, click!

The wall is cracking inch by inch.

"puff!"

Mo Lan collapsed onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Junior Brother!"

The surrounding disciples immediately panicked and rushed over to check on Mo Lan's condition.

Seeing this, Bai Daoran slowly withdrew his hand. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly choked up and turned his head to spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Pfft!"

"I'll go." He wiped his mouth, his eye twitching slightly.

"hiss...."

"Oh dear... Junior brother, that punch of yours might hurt a bit."

He hadn't expected that Mo Lan could use her talent alone to bring the Breaking Dao Fist to such a level in just two days, making her no less capable than him.

Having heterochromia is truly terrifying.

Before, his master said that people with heterochromia could make rapid progress in any cultivation technique, and he didn't quite believe it, but now he truly believes it.

If it weren't for my own profound cultivation, I probably would have been sent flying by my junior brother's punch, which would have been too embarrassing.

He looked at Mo Lan, who was sitting on the ground: "How are you, Junior Brother? Can you still stand up?"

"You flatter me... Senior Brother."

Mo Lan sat on the ground, raised her left hand and gave a thumbs up, a satisfied blush appearing on her drooping face.

"I really learned something today."

Upon hearing this, Bai Daoran put his hands on his hips and burst into laughter:

"Once you're healed, we'll continue! I'll keep you company to the very end!"

After this battle, Mo Lan has qualified to participate in the Ancient Law Realm Conference, since he and Bai Daoran have already fought for more than three rounds.

As for their injuries, after Gu Qingli examined them, the disciples were relieved of their worries.

It was just a minor injury; if Mo Lan hadn't failed to activate the progenitor virus, she would have already recovered.

"Alright, all of you go back to your cultivation and eat your meals!" Gu Qingli's face turned cold, and the disciples who were crowding at the door scattered like birds and beasts.

The canteen is destined to be bustling with activity today.

On the other side, Gu Qingli took Mo Lan and Bai Daoran to the pharmacy and applied medicine and bandaged their bruises.

He also reminded Mo Lan:

"Nephew, your innate Qi is comparable to that of a person who has attained great enlightenment, truly one in ten thousand. But remember, do not let these powers cloud your judgment."

Innate Qi is something that every seeker of the Dharma possesses; it's just that some people have more Qi than others.

You need innate talent to develop acquired skills.

But overall, genetics are still more important.

When recruiting, various sects will also roughly judge a person's talent based on the total amount of innate Qi.

While not 100% accurate, it's about 80-90% correct; the rest depends on one's talent for enlightenment.

Therefore, in the eyes of the elders of the Tai Chu Sect, Mo Lan's magnetic field power of 50,000 bolts was equivalent to a terrifying amount of innate Qi.

"I understand, thank you, Junior Uncle."

Mo Lan rubbed her shoulders and looked at Bai Daoran, who was lying motionless beside her: "Senior Brother, are you not feeling well either?"

Bai Daoran raised his hand: "No, I'm just hungry. Junior brother, let's go eat quickly. The canteen probably doesn't have any good food left."

Mo Lan got up, put on her clothes, said goodbye to Gu Qingli, and went to the dining hall with Bai Daoran.

"Junior brother, how are you injured?"

"The senior brother in charge of the dining hall asked."

Mo Lan smiled at the other person: "Thank you for your concern, Senior Brother. My Martial Uncle has already checked on me, and I'm fine."

The senior student quickly served them food:

"That's good. Here, I specially saved some braised mutton for you."

"Thank you, senior brother."

"It's nothing."

After finishing her meal, Mo Lan returned to her courtyard and opened the system panel.

[Fate Game: Your quest guide has been updated.]

[Task Guide: Participate in the Dharma Seekers' Conference and achieve a top-three ranking. The higher the ranking, the higher the final score.]

"It's that simple?"

Mo Lan was somewhat surprised, because so far in this instance, he had not encountered any other players.

Things were going so smoothly that he felt something was off. How could the game of fate give him such an easy challenge?

Don't let yourself make a big mistake at the Dharma seekers' conference.

Overthinking is useless.

Mo Lan decided to seize the time to improve her proficiency in the Supreme Orthodox Dharma.

When he used the Hadoken today, he clearly felt that the efficiency of the magnetic field rotation had more than doubled.

As expected, the rotation of the magnetic field must be used in conjunction with martial arts to unleash its full power.

Otherwise, even with a high level of attainment, no matter how powerful the Void Form Zero is, it's still a one-man show.

He hadn't found a suitable martial arts technique before, so in order to break the deadlock, he skipped the gradual process and developed the ultimate move first.

After all, in the Western Shadow dungeon, he was truly driven to the brink of defeat by Ji Zhou. Apart from conjuring a giant ball of lightning, he couldn't think of any other way to win.