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The ticket office at the front of the mountain was bustling with noise, a diverse mix of people coming and going. Ordinary tourists from all over the country, drawn by its reputation, crowded into the crowd, while in the shadows, various sects and individuals, their auras concealed, mingled together.

Ordinary tourists only know that Longhu Mountain is about to hold a grand Luotian Grand Ritual, where incense is burned to worship the heavens and various gods, and it is a grand folk temple fair.

But the extraordinary individuals hidden in the shadows all knew the true essence of this grand event—

The final selection for the position of Celestial Master, and the final ownership of the Tongtian Talisman, one of the Eight Extraordinary Skills.

The so-called Eight Extraordinary Skills originated from the earth-shattering Jia Shen Rebellion decades ago. They are eight heaven-defying powers that appeared out of thin air and transcend the existing martial arts system.

Each one represents an ultimate breakthrough from the original cultivation level, defying common sense and possessing terrifying power.

From the day they were created, the Eight Extraordinary Skills have been coveted and fought for by all sorts of extraordinary people around the world.

Endless battles, betrayals, grudges, and deep-seated hatreds thus begin.

This feud between martial arts figures that has lasted for decades has not yet faded away to this day.

At this grand Luo Tian ceremony, Lu Jin, a close friend of the old Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion and one of the ten elders of the Lu family, resolutely brought out his most treasured possession—the Tongtian Lu, one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques of the Jia Shen Year—and made a promise in front of everyone:

The ultimate winner of the competition, if unwilling to inherit the position of Celestial Master, will pass on all the secrets of the Tongtian Record.

These words shocked the entire world of supernatural beings.

All the masters and sect leaders who originally had no interest in the position of Celestial Master flocked to Longhu Mountain.

"We've finally arrived."

A soft sigh was heard.

The four of them, three men and one woman, walked slowly to the ticket office at the front of Longhu Mountain.

The four were all dressed in the same brown uniform of Na Du Tong Express. The only woman was wearing a black baseball cap with the Na Du Tong Express logo clearly printed in the center. She had a cool and silent demeanor and was Feng Baobao.

The youngest member of the group glanced wistfully over the bustling, incense-filled gates of Longhu Mountain, then looked down at the tickets in his hand, his tone a mix of frustration and amusement:

"Is this the Dragon Tiger Mountain, a top-tier power in the world of supernatural beings, a blessed land with a thousand-year history?"

"A ticket costs 260 yuan... Isn't this blatant robbery?!"

The disheveled young man behind him, exuding a roguish and nonchalant air, smiled, patted his shoulder, and casually put his arm around him, his tone teasing:

"Who told you to forget to bring your student ID for a discount?"

He is Zhang Chulan.

"The front of Longhu Mountain is basically under the direct management and operation of the Tourism Bureau. Here, even if you are a specially invited guest of the Celestial Master's Mansion, or even if you are a legitimate Taoist priest of the Celestial Master's Mansion, the Tourism Bureau has no say."

The young man looked on in astonishment: "So assertive?"

Zhang Chulan smiled slightly: "On the entire Longhu Mountain, the only thing that can surpass the Celestial Master's Mansion is the Tourism Bureau."

"Alright, stop chatting."

Xu San, a bespectacled, composed and reserved man standing to the side, coughed lightly and lowered his voice to give instructions:

"Chu Lan, Bao'er, don't go up and talk to the Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion when you see them. Most of them are just ordinary people hired by the tourism bureau to greet tourists. You can only see the real inner disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion when you go into the back mountain."

"Does that mean...these are all fake Taoist priests?"

Zhang Chulan looked up at the Taoist priests not far away, who were bowing to the tourists with polite smiles on their faces, his eyes filled with surprise.

"That's not entirely true."

A lazy, nonchalant voice came from behind the group.

"There are always many people in this world who have a sincere heart that yearns for the Dao, but they simply lack the talent for cultivation. They exhaust their entire lives trying, but can only linger outside the gates of the extraordinary, never able to enter..."

Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine.

The person who can see through this matter at a glance must be an extraordinary individual within the circle.

Before he could turn around, a young Taoist priest dressed in a loose black robe, with a brown cloth bag slung across his shoulder and a casually styled hairstyle, slowly walked to the side of the four. He slightly turned his head, looking at Zhang Chulan and his group with a half-smile, and asked:

"Wu Dang Wang, may I ask the esteemed names of you gentlemen?"

Zhang Chulan understood.

He knew the whole plot; the person in front of him was none other than Wang Ye, the holder of one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, Feng Hou Qi Men.

Zhang Chulan quietly observed Wang Ye for a moment, his expression calm, and then spoke softly:

"My name is Zhang Chulan."

"Hey... Zhang Chulan."

Upon hearing this name, Wang Ye's smile instantly turned meaningful, and he chuckled softly twice.

Zhang Chulan felt uneasy and uncomfortable because of his laughter.

Wang Ye chuckled and shook his head: "It's nothing, I've just been hearing your name every day lately, so seeing you in person was a bit of a surprise and I'm a little excited."

Zhang Chulan: "Excited...?"

Wang Ye twitched the corner of his mouth and explained helplessly, "Don't overthink it, I'm not interested in men. I just wanted to say, Zhang Chulan, you have no idea how famous you are right now."

Let me put it this way.

"Now, all the extraordinary masters from various sects who are heading to Longhu Mountain may not know the full name of the Old Celestial Master, but they must know that the successor of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques of Jia Shen, Qi Body Source, is named Zhang Chulan."

Has things really escalated to this point?

Zhang Chulan narrowed his eyes slightly, about to reply, when his gaze suddenly fell on the antique stall behind Wang Ye, where an extremely familiar figure stood quietly.

"Sister Bao'er?!"

Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank, and he could no longer care about Wang Ye, who looked bewildered and stunned. He rushed straight over.

……

A moment later, Zhang Chulan and his group successfully entered the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

The mountains are shrouded in mist and clouds, with an ethereal atmosphere that lingers. Ancient pines stand tall and strong, and the ancient rocks and trees exude a profound and enduring Taoist charm.

This place is the orthodox origin of the supernatural world, the thousand-year-old lineage of the Celestial Masters, and the supreme holy land where Zhang Zhiwei sits in the mortal world, dominating the entire supernatural world.

Zhang Chulan and the others entered the competition venue.

Not long after, several white-haired figures slowly appeared on the highest viewing platform directly in front of the venue.

The leader was tall and imposing, dressed in a Celestial Master's robe embroidered with intricate cloud and Taoist patterns. He had long, white eyebrows, silver beard and hair, and his face was etched with the marks of time, yet his eyes were gentle and kind, and his demeanor was calm and profound. One could tell at a glance that he was the strongest person in the world.

Needless to say, this person is Zhang Zhiwei, the current Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion and the number one person in the world of supernatural beings.

"Young people, so full of energy..."

The old Celestial Master's gentle and steady voice rang out softly.

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried immense pressure, clearly reaching every corner of the arena and instantly silencing all the noise and discussion.

"It's the Old Celestial Master!"

"Not just the Celestial Master! Look behind him! Lu Jin, the Wang family, and the Lü family—all three of the Ten Elders—have arrived!"

"Three of the four major families arrived at once!"

"Not only that, there were four members of the Ten Elders present!"

Even Feng Zhenghao, the president of the Tianxia Association, is present...

The young athletes were excited and buzzing with excitement throughout the arena, their voices rising incessantly.

The Luo Tian Grand Ritual has officially begun.

Now that his cultivation has greatly increased, Zhang Chulan crushes his opponents all the way, advancing to the final round without any suspense.

……

After the first round of the competition ended, Zhang Chulan privately approached Xu San and Xu Si, and the three of them discussed in hushed tones how to rescue Tian Jinzhong, the junior brother of the Celestial Master.

After careful consideration, they abandoned all the complicated and secretive plans.

The simplest is the safest.

Zhang Chulan took the initiative to seek an audience with the Celestial Master, who then personally dealt with the potential dangers, ensuring everything went smoothly.

Taking the initiative to pay a visit is a perfectly normal and natural act that would not arouse any suspicion.

Having made up his mind, Zhang Chulan went alone to the inner hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion to report to the disciple on duty that he wanted to see the Old Celestial Master.

Soon, a servant respectfully led the way, taking Zhang Chulan into the deepest part of the Celestial Master's Hall.

The hall was quiet and solemn, with the fragrance of sandalwood wafting through the air.

With his white hair reaching his shoulders and a gentle face, Zhang Zhiwei sat quietly on a futon, closing his eyes and regulating his breathing.