Under One Person: Starting with the Dual Cultivation of Body and Soul

On the stage, Li Chang'an slapped Zhang Lingyu's golden light with his large hand, the sound like muffled thunder.

The piercing golden hum continued to reverberate, and many people in the courtyard covered their ears, looking uncomfortable.

Lu Lin, on the other hand, looked excited. If he were introverted, he would have really wanted to shout a few times.

Although the competition with Li Chang'an was explained clearly afterward, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment.

He felt that the younger generation of geniuses were still some distance away, and perhaps only Zhang Lingyu, Zhuge Qing and others could compare with his senior brother.

But now, seeing that Zhang Lingyu wasn't doing much better in front of his senior brother, he suddenly felt somewhat relieved.

It turns out it wasn't that I was bad.

My senior brother is just too amazing.

At the same time, Zhuge Qing was looking at the scene on the stage while writing and drawing on his palm.

Zhuge Gong glanced at him and saw that he was using a palm technique to form a divination board with one hand, trying to predict something.

On the arena, Zhang Lingyu, trapped in the pit, was so anxious that tears were about to well up in his eyes.

The golden light around him was shattering inch by inch, but he still couldn't bring himself to use the Fivefold Thunder Talisman.

To use it or not to use it?!

He was torn.

However, Li Chang'an did not give him much time to hesitate.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, the talisman he was wearing to his body split open.

Zhang Lingyu had a bad feeling. The next second, a hand with white light rapidly enlarged in his pupils and pressed down like a stamp.

Under this attack, the golden light talisman his senior brother gave him shattered completely, and his own protective golden light was also squeezed and crushed by a huge force.

A small amount of force, transmitted through the golden light, pressed down on his face, and the shockwave knocked him unconscious.

At this moment, his protective golden light had not completely shattered, but he could no longer withstand it.

Seeing this, Li Chang'an stopped, took two steps back, and stood on the messy arena. He exhaled a long, sword-like vortex of energy, and his flamboyant white hair slowly fell down.

At that moment, the entire audience fell silent, staring in disbelief at the stage. The outcome of the competition was truly beyond their expectations.

Suddenly, a tall figure leaped onto the stage.

Li Chang'an noticed that there was someone next to him. Upon closer inspection, he realized that it was the Old Celestial Master.

Is he feeling sorry for his disciple? He thought the Celestial Master would pick Zhang Lingyu up.

But the old master's actions surprised him.

The old master calmly took out a cell phone from his pocket, pointed it at Zhang Lingyu, and snapped a few photos.

In this silent environment, the sound of the camera shutter is crisp and clear.

After taking the first picture, he wasn't satisfied and took a few more from different angles around the edge of the pit.

Li Chang'an was dumbfounded. Was this what they meant by "Don't panic in a crisis, just take out your phone and post something on social media"?

Not only him, but all the younger and older generations in the room were dumbfounded.

"What are you doing? What is the Old Master doing? Why aren't you helping Zhang Lingyu up? What are you doing taking pictures?"

"Could it be that the old master wants to keep some evidence so he can blackmail Master Lu later?"

"Mu You, your idea is very novel, like something the Old Master would do."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin immediately became alert and leaped onto the arena, looking at the same angle the old master was taking pictures.

From this angle, Zhang Lingyu lay in a large pit, his head embedded in the ground, like a headless corpse.

"Hey, you old codger, you've got a knack for finding the perfect angle for a photo. Hurry up and pull him out," Lu Jin said irritably.

He had never met such an unreliable master in his entire life.

"What's the rush? I'm already awake, and I'm feeling embarrassed." The old master ruthlessly exposed him.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the "headless corpse" moved its arms up to its shoulders, pressed them against the ground, and with a "pop," pulled its head out.

Zhang Lingyu's face was covered in mud, her hair was messy, and her face was covered in snot and tears.

"Master, I have lost. I have failed your expectations and brought shame upon you."

"Oh, this..."

Lu Jin chuckled at first, then rubbed her hands together like a fly, looking at Zhang Zhiwei somewhat embarrassed.

He had only been joking before, but now that he had actually made Zhang Lingyu cry, he felt a little guilty.

Li Chang'an also craned his neck to look. Was she really crying? Zhang Lingyu didn't seem like someone who cried easily.

The old celestial master was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter and said, "If you lost, you lost. Lingyu, why are you just like Old Lu, crying your eyes out?"

"You old fool, stop bringing up things you shouldn't talk about," Lu Jin glared at the old Taoist master.

Zhang Lingyu wiped away her tears and said, "Master, I don't care about winning or losing at all. I was just hit on the trigeminal nerve in my face by Brother Chang'an. It's a normal physiological reaction, not because I was beaten and cried."

He explained it in a very serious manner.

Upon hearing this, Lu Jin thought, "What a clever little trick! How come I never thought of that before?"

He blurted out, almost as if possessed, "I was the same way back then."

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes and glanced at him sideways: "Alright, alright, Lao Lu, do you think I don't know what kind of person you are? You old bastard really holds a grudge, remembering something so trivial for over eighty years."

Lu Jin's face turned red with anger: "It's clearly you who's been nagging about this for over eighty years."

"Hahaha," the old master laughed, "So now you've gotten your revenge, haven't you? Your disciple made my disciple cry too, so we're even now, right?"

Zhang Lingyu wiped away her tears and said seriously, "Master, I didn't cry because I was beaten like Master Lu. This was just a natural reaction."

"Hmm? Like me?" Lu Jin looked at Zhang Lingyu, his expression unfriendly, and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll really beat you until you cry."

Zhang Lingyu shrank back in fright.

Seeing this, Lu Jin couldn't help but laugh and say, "We're even now, all those old grudges are wiped clean."

The old celestial master laughed and said, "We're even, but who's going to wipe the slate clean? From now on, if I'm talking about you, just say it's about Lingyu."

Lu Jin: "..."

Zhang Lingyu: "..."

"Lingyu, do you want to see what you looked like just now?" The old master handed the phone to Zhang Lingyu.

Looking at his own miserable state in the photo, Zhang Lingyu thought his master was blaming him for losing, and whispered:

"Master, I have failed your expectations and brought shame upon you."

Upon hearing this, the old Celestial Master's smile faded, and he looked at Zhang Lingyu with a serious expression, saying:

"Lingyu, since you're so eager to win, and you even used the Golden Light Talisman Rongshan gave you, why don't you just use the Thunder Talisman to strike him down? Rongshan gave you five Thunder Talismans; even though Li Chang'an is strong, he can't withstand them."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lingyu was stunned. How did his master know that he had the thunder talisman given to him by his senior brother Rongshan?

Lu Jin was also stunned. Zhang Lingyu was actually using the same talisman that reckless kid Rong Shan used, and he even had a thunder talisman in his hand?

Lu Jin was very familiar with Rong Shan, Zhang Zhiwei's ninth disciple.

Nine is the ultimate number in Taoism. He once thought that this was Zhang Zhiwei's last disciple.

As for Rong Shan's strength, even among the older generation in the circle, he is a top-notch expert. He's just a bit dim-witted and a simpleton.

If he were to use his Thunder Talisman, what difference would that make from directly fighting Rong Shan? And it's a five-fold Thunder Talisman at that.

For a moment, Lu Jin felt somewhat fortunate that Zhang Lingyu wasn't as cunning as that old bastard Zhang Zhiwei, otherwise his precious disciple would probably have been carried off the stage.

Lu Jin's thoughts were not as profound as the Celestial Master's; he was only thinking about the power of the Fivefold Thunder Talisman and didn't consider whether Li Chang'an could dodge it.

Thinking of this, he couldn't be bothered to care about Zhang Lingyu using Rongshan's talisman anymore. In any case, his disciple had won.