Both start in hell: but their talents are multiplied a hundredfold.

Zuo Qianhu had known Shen Jue for many years and knew that this abbot of Jinshan Temple acted in an unconventional way and had a wildness in his bones that was incompatible with the purity of the Buddhist temple.

But these words today...

What living gods and Buddhas can save you from the boundless sea of ​​suffering?

It doesn't sound like something a normal person would say.

Moreover, Shen Jue said this with a smile on his face and a calm tone. He didn't seem to be joking; rather, it seemed like he really thought so.

"Abbot Shen." Commander Zuo slowly stood up, his right hand unconsciously pressing on the hilt of the knife on the bedside table. His voice was low, carrying a hint of probing and concern.

"Did you sit on the roof of the library for too long today? Did the morning breeze mess up your brain?"

Shen Jue smiled without saying a word, and simply stepped into the meditation room.

With each step he took, his demeanor changed.

The sharpness and domineering aura that he usually suppressed was now revealed inch by inch like a drawn blade.

The plain white robe fluttered without wind, and the air in the meditation room suddenly became heavy, as if an invisible hand was pressing down on the entire side courtyard.

The sparrows on the old locust tree fluttered up in alarm, causing fine ripples to spread across the surface of the well water.

Zuo Qianhu's pupils contracted sharply, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, only to find that his hand was trembling slightly.

His instincts and intuition as a warrior warned him: the person in front of him was no longer the Shen Jue he knew.

No wonder the way I patted Shen Jue before felt wrong.

With this thought in mind, Zuo Qianhu's thoughts were interrupted by Shen Jue.

"Brother Zuo."

Shen Jue walked up to Zuo Qianhu and looked down at him. There was no madness in his eyes, only a deep, unfathomable calm.

He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm down, and slowly pressed it down on the top of the left commander's head.

Zuo Qianhu tried to draw his sword, but found that his body was being pressed down by an invisible mountain, and he couldn't move even a finger.

He watched helplessly as Shen Jue's palm landed on his head, the warmth of the palm seeping through his hair into his skull.

Then, he heard Shen Jue's voice, high-pitched and clear, like a bell breaking through the morning mist, or like thunder falling from the heavens.

"As the saying goes, an immortal touched my head and bestowed upon me longevity."

"Brother Zuo, behold my divine powers."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zuo Qianhu felt a vast, yet gentle, power flow from Shen Jue's palm into his crown chakra, surging down his meridians.

That was neither the true qi he was familiar with, nor the magical power of a cultivator, but a purer, more fundamental power that he had never experienced before.

Wherever that force passed, the hidden injuries accumulated over the years, the blocked meridians, and the martial arts bottlenecks that had plagued him for many years were as if gently brushed away by an invisible hand, melting away like ice and snow.

He saw a great sun.

That was the imagery emanating from Shen Jue's palm.

A blazing sun hangs high in the sky, its light shining upon the ten directions of the world, dispelling all gloom and darkness.

That great sun was not an illusion, but a projection of Shen Jue's Yuan Magnetic Great Sun Magic Power. It was a brand new power condensed after the domineering power of the Yuan Magnetic Rotation Nine Heavens and the ultimate Yang and strength of the Great Sun Magic Power.

Zuo Qianhu's dantian was trembling.

The internal energy he had cultivated for half his life burst into flames under the blazing sun, like dry tinder being ignited.

Those barriers that had trapped him for years, those insurmountable obstacles that even true qi martial artists could not overcome, were as fragile as paper in the face of the power that Shen Jue poured in.

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Jue withdrew his hand.

Zuo Qianhu slowly opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

He loosely clenched his fist, and a crisp sonic boom erupted from his palm.

That was pure power, and a special power called internal energy.

Compared to the true qi he had previously cultivated, this internal energy was more than ten times purer.

In an instant, the three flowers of essence, energy, and spirit bloomed above Zuo Qianhu's head, and many strange phenomena were about to unfold, but Shen Jue casually extinguished them.

"This..." Zuo Qianhu raised his head and looked at Shen Jue, his voice hoarse, filled with uncontrollable shock.

"What did you do to me?!"

"Simple." Shen Jue withdrew his hand, stood with his hands behind his back, and his plain white cassock fluttered slightly behind him.

"The true qi martial artists of yesteryear, reaching the level we have reached is the end."

"Today I have opened a new path."

"The levels of skill, from lowest to highest, are: third-rate, second-rate, first-rate, grandmaster, and great grandmaster."

"Now that you have entered the Grandmaster realm, fighting against demons like the Tree Demon Granny is no longer about self-preservation, but about being able to fight and win."

After a moment of silence, Zuo Qianhu suddenly raised his hand and struck Shen Jue in the chest.

The master-level internal energy burst forth from his palm. Before the palm wind even arrived, the wooden table in the meditation room could not withstand the pressure and collapsed with a crash.

Shen Jue neither dodged nor avoided the question, but simply smiled.

The master's internal energy vanished without a trace, leaving no feedback whatsoever. Instead, all the furniture in the side courtyard turned to dust.

"Oh?" Shen Jue smiled and said, "I didn't expect Brother Zuo to have also comprehended the internal force characteristic of vibration."

"Among the dozens of internal force characteristics in this 'Breathing Technique 2.0 Version,' the power of the Vibration internal force characteristic is among the top."

While Shen Jue was giving Zuo Qianhu a profound enlightenment, he also inadvertently implanted the cultivation method of the first level of the "Breathing Technique 2.0" into Zuo Qianhu's mind.

The overwhelming amount of information in his mind left Zuo Qianhu completely absorbed.

As a renowned military man in the imperial court, he was naturally obsessed with martial arts.

Upon seeing the martial arts information that Shen Jue had passed on to it today, it felt that the martial arts it had cultivated in the first half of its life were meaningless.

Shen Jue left the side courtyard and gently closed the door behind him.

Inside the courtyard, Zuo Qianhu was so engrossed in the profound mysteries of martial arts that a slight smile involuntarily appeared on his lips.

He didn't disturb them, but simply turned and walked through the corridor toward the training ground.

He could navigate the layout of Jinshan Temple with his eyes closed.

As Shen Jue walked, he withdrew his senses from his body and re-examined his actions when he had enlightened Zuo Qianhu.

"Breathing Technique 2.0" is a brand new technique he created after integrating the internal energy systems of the Zongwu World.

There are dozens of internal force characteristics: shock, penetration, ice, flame, thunder, poison, devour, purification, diamond, soft water...

Zuo Qianhu was able to comprehend the vibration characteristics at the moment the initiation ended. This martial arts talent would be considered a prodigy even in the world of crossover martial arts.

As for the method of the first level of Yuan Magnetic Rotation, all that remained in Zuo Qianhu's mind was a seed.

Whether it can sprout, and when it will sprout, depends entirely on Zuo Qianhu's own understanding and opportunity.

This technique is too domineering. If one tries to cultivate it without a sufficiently deep foundation, at best one's meridians will be severed, and at worst one's body will explode and one will die.

Shen Jue was not in a hurry. With his Grandmaster-level internal energy and its vibrational properties, Zuo Qianhu was already capable of handling things on his own during the upcoming trip to Lanruo Temple.

Lost in thought, he had already reached the edge of the martial arts training ground.

The martial arts training ground is located west of the central axis of Jinshan Temple, and is an open space surrounded by ancient cypress trees.

The ground was not paved with bluestone slabs, but with compacted yellow earth, which had been hardened like iron by the footsteps of monks over the years.

At each of the four corners of the site stands a stone pillar, its surface covered with countless stick marks and palm prints—the imprints left by countless martial monks practicing here over the past decade.

Shen Jue stood in the center of the training ground, closed his eyes, and integrated a wisp of his mind into his senses, like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating a silent ripple.

He did not speak, but his voice accurately entered the minds of the eighteen monks, as if whispering in their ears.

"The Eighteen Arhats, in the training ground."

On the thickest ancient cypress tree beside the martial arts training ground, a woodpecker tapped away at the trunk, completely oblivious to what was about to happen below.

Eighteen shirtless monks, their muscles bulging and their bones as strong as cast iron, stepped into the training ground.

These eighteen Arhats come from all sorts of backgrounds.

There were veterans who had retired from the border army, swordsmen who had lost their families, farmers whose relatives had been slaughtered by demons, and orphans who crawled out of piles of corpses.

Everyone carries a bloody past on their shoulders.

What's even more amazing is that each of these eighteen Arhats had diligently practiced the Golden Bell Cover and Iron Shirt techniques of this world.

Each of the eighteen Arhats was capable of lifting a thousand catties and was invulnerable to swords and spears.

"Abbot!" the eighteen people shouted in unison, their imposing presence almost causing the fallen leaves in the training ground to swirl.

Shen Jue smiled and nodded.

The tree spirit grandmother next door especially liked to absorb the blood and energy of strong, healthy men.

But I wonder if the tree spirit will like the surprise Shen Jue gave her?

Thinking of this, Shen Jue naturally made a sound.

"laugh!"