The ancient return was exposed by his sister's live stream.

[Shining for Love: Holy crap! A thousand-year-old lost martial arts technique! Just like that, it's being given away?!]

[Yaoyao's Little Red Riding Hood: My brother is so rich! What kind of amazing move is this?!]

[Extraordinary: A cultivation technique of this caliber would be a treasured artifact in any sect, yet he actually...]

[Lasarado: I'm so jealous, so incredibly jealous. This monk must have saved the galaxy in his past life.]

[3D View: Just how many treasures does Master Chen possess? Can he casually pull out a martial arts technique lost for a thousand years?]

[Mystical Expert: I knew Chen Hao was no ordinary person! Ordinary people simply couldn't possess this level of cultivation technique!]

After a long while, Huiming finally calmed down. He raised his head and looked at Chen Hao, his eyes filled with gratitude and respect.

"Benefactor...this humble monk is at a loss for words. I will remember this kindness. From this day forward, the entire Tantric sect will be at your beck and call!"

He knelt down and bowed respectfully.

Upon seeing this, several young monks also knelt down. Huijing hesitated for a moment, then knelt down as well.

Chen Hao reached out to help Huiming up: "Master, there's no need for that. It's just a cultivation technique, nothing to mention."

Not worth mentioning...

Huiming smiled wryly. Only Chen Hao could say something like that.

He took a deep breath, carefully put the booklet away, looked at Chen Hao, and said earnestly, "Benefactor, this humble monk has another question that I would like to ask."

"explain."

"What level of cultivation have you reached, benefactor?"

The hall fell silent once more.

Everyone stared at Chen Hao, waiting for his answer.

Chen Hao glanced at him and said calmly, "Why is Master asking this?"

Huiming smiled wryly: "I have cultivated for over sixty years and have seen many masters. But I have never seen anyone like you. To kill the King of Gu Diao with a single sword, to walk on water, to casually produce a technique that has been lost for a thousand years... These are not things that the Transformation Realm or the Return to Truth Realm can do. I am truly curious."

Chen Hao remained silent for a moment, then said only one sentence: "Level of attainment is not important; what matters is one's state of mind."

That's as good as saying nothing at all.

Huiming was taken aback, then gave a wry smile. He knew that Chen Hao didn't want to say more, so he didn't press the matter further.

He stood up, clasped his hands together, and said, "I have taken your teachings to heart. You must be tired from your journey, please rest early. If you need anything tomorrow, please feel free to ask."

Chen Hao nodded and led everyone away from the main hall.

Back in their room, Chen Siyao finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Brother! You're amazing! You just gave away that cultivation technique like that?"

Yang Wanqing chimed in, "Brother Hao, do you have any other treasures? Let me see them!"

Chen Hao glanced at her: "No."

"I don't believe you!" Yang Wanqing pouted. "You definitely have more!"

Cai Jingwen watched from the side and couldn't help but laugh. She looked at Chen Hao and said softly, "What you did today is enough for that monk to remember for a lifetime."

Chen Hao smiled faintly and remained silent.

Holding the wolf cub, Li Li suddenly asked, "Mr. Chen, who...who exactly are you?"

Chen Hao glanced at her: "An ordinary person."

Li Li opened her mouth, wanting to ask: Can an ordinary person slay a demon with a single sword? Can an ordinary person walk on water? Can an ordinary person casually give away a martial arts technique that has been lost for thousands of years?

But looking at Chen Hao's indifferent face, she swallowed her words.

Forget it, there's no point in asking.

As night deepened, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Inside the main hall, Huiming remained awake for a long time. He sat on a futon, holding the yellowed book in his hands, flipping through it again and again, his eyes filled with excitement and emotion.

Several young monks stayed by his side, and none of them slept.

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask, "Chiba, what exactly is the cultivation level of that Benefactor Chen?"

Huiming raised his head, looked at the night sky outside the window, remained silent for a long time, and slowly said, "I'm afraid... he's already a master of the Innate Realm."

"A master of the Innate Realm?" Huijing was taken aback. "Chiba, what is the Innate Realm? Isn't the Transformation Realm followed by the Return to Truth Realm?"

Huiming glanced at him, a complex look flashing in his eyes: "After the Transformation Realm, one does indeed return to the True Nature. But above the True Nature, there is another realm called the Innate Realm. This realm is occasionally mentioned in Buddhist scriptures, but very few people have ever truly reached it."

He paused, his voice low: "Legend has it that reaching the Innate Realm allows one to undergo a complete transformation, prolong life, and even... touch upon the legendary path to immortality."

The young monks were stunned.

The path to immortality?

Isn't that a myth?

Huijing murmured, "So... that person has already reached the legendary realm?"

Huiming nodded: "I'm afraid so. Otherwise, how could he have killed the Gu Diao King with a single sword strike? How could he have walked on water? How could he have..." He looked down at the booklet in his hand, "casually produced a martial arts technique that had been lost for a thousand years?"

He sighed, his eyes filled with longing: "I have cultivated for over sixty years, and I thought that the peak of the Transcendent Realm was the limit, and that I would not make any further progress in this life."

I never imagined... I never imagined I would see the last three levels of the Mahavairocana Sutra in my lifetime. If I can decipher its mysteries, perhaps I too can touch the threshold of the primordial gate in my lifetime.

He gripped the booklet tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination.

Huijing looked at him, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

He recalled his doubts about Chen Hao during the day, and Chen Hao's words: "In this world, some people exist to shatter your perceptions."

So that's really how it is.

He lowered his head and silently apologized to Chen Hao in his heart.

Outside the window, the moonlight was as clear as water.

A hundred meters away, Chen Hao stood by the window of the guest room, his hands behind his back.

His divine sense clearly captured every word spoken in the main hall.

A master born with exceptional talent.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That old monk underestimated him.

After the Innate Realm, there is Foundation Establishment. After Foundation Establishment, there is Core Formation. Above Core Formation, there is Nascent Soul Refining.

But he had already transcended these realms and gone to even more distant places.

only……

He looked up at the night sky, his gaze deep and thoughtful.

This world is devoid of spiritual energy. Without Foundation Establishment, one's lifespan is no more than a hundred years. Even with Foundation Establishment, lifespan is only extended by a few hundred years. Core Formation, Nascent Soul Refining... in this Dharma-ending Age, they are nothing but illusions, fleeting dreams.

He looked down at the little wolf cub in his arms. The little guy was sleeping soundly, his tiny body rising and falling gently with his breath.

The Shadowmoon Wolf is a descendant of an ancient divine beast. Ten thousand years ago, it should have soared through the heavens, ruling over countless wolves, howling at the moon and devouring stars.

But now, it is just a tiny cub, no bigger than a palm, and needs his protection to survive in this degenerate age.

Chen Hao gently stroked its head, his gaze distant.

The road ahead is still long.

But no matter how long it takes, he will keep going.

For himself, and for these... the life entrusted to him.

Outside the window, moonlight streamed in, casting a silvery glow on his figure.

Inside the guest room, Tsai Ching-wen lay on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what she did.

She turned over and, through the window, could vaguely see the light coming from Chen Hao's room next door.

What is that man doing right now?

She recalled the scenes from the daytime, his figure walking on water, his heroic spirit in slaying the demon with a single sword, and his calm demeanor when he gave her the cultivation technique.

Do such people really exist?

She sighed softly.

Li Li turned over beside her, and asked groggily, "Jingwen, aren't you going to sleep yet?"

"I can't sleep," Cai Jingwen said softly.

Li Li opened her eyes, looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly asked, "Have you fallen for Mr. Chen?"

Cai Jingwen was taken aback and remained silent.

Li Li sighed: "I can tell. From the moment he saved you, the way you looked at him changed."

Cai Jingwen remained silent.

Li Li continued, "But Jingwen, a man like that... is not someone we can hold onto."

Cai Jingwen smiled, but there was a hint of bitterness in her smile: "I know."