Our eldest brother never hides good things from us.

"It's time for me to get down to business."

Chang Wen watched Han Xiao blend into the crowd, confirmed that the funds were enough for the 60,000 people to use for a while, and then stopped paying attention.

He was preparing to go find Yuanzi to reunite with him.

I have to say, I was a little nervous.

"Third Elder."

When they found Ren Yuanzi, the latter was admiring the view from the edge of a cliff.

Ever since this old man returned from Xingfeng, he has been sitting here. It seems he regards this place as a place of spiritual practice.

Chang Wen didn't bother him easily, and only came over now.

"There's no need to stand on ceremony in private."

Ren Yuanzi didn't even turn his head; his voice came directly, "Was it the Patriarch who sent you?"

"Um."

Chang Wen nodded in agreement.

"Is he... still there?"

Ren Yuanzi remained silent for a moment, took a deep breath, and then spoke.

"It's still there."

Chang Wen truthfully replied, "The Patriarch said that if nothing unexpected happens to the Scripture Pagoda, he can live there forever, which can be considered as witnessing the rise and fall of the Haoran Immortal Sect in another way."

"Um."

After a long while, Ren Yuanzi nodded slightly, his body visibly relaxing a bit. "What did he say?"

"Let me come to you and tell you that you can protect me."

After Chang Wen finished speaking, he didn't say anything more.

"hehe."

Ren Yuanzi stood up, walked up to Chang Wen, and carefully examined him for a moment, finding him very satisfactory.

"Now that he has spoken, you can just go ahead and do it. In this Northern Wilderness, even if the sky falls, I will hold it up for you."

Hitomoto smiled and made a promise.

"Is it okay to kill Taiyi?"

Chang Wen inquired.

A year from now, only one of him and Taiyi can survive. He needs to find out in advance whether Ren Yuanzi can withstand the wrath of the Taixu Sword Sect.

Ren Yuanzi looked at Chang Wen and spoke after a long while, "We can kill him, but the Haoran Immortal Sect might have some minor trouble afterward."

"understood."

Chang Wen responded, understanding the meaning behind Yuanzi's words. If something could cause trouble for Yuanzi, then things were probably not as simple as they seemed.

This matter must be handled with utmost care.

"Xiao Wen."

Just as Chang Wen was about to say something, Xue Wuqing, Lin Baoding, and Ouyang Feng walked over.

One hundred and eight people, not one missing.

"Aunt Xue, Uncle Lin, Uncle Ouyang."

Chang Wen greeted them one by one, curious about what they were doing here.

Could it be that they prepared something good for him because they saw that he was comprehending the Great Brightness Sutra?

As expected of the Vast and Immortal Sect, they are indeed very humane.

"Alright, why are you being so polite with us old folks?"

Ouyang Feng waved his hand casually, then changed the subject, "I've come to see you today because I have something important to discuss."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Chang Wen sensed something was wrong. But he couldn't quite put his finger on it, so he could only stand there and listen.

Ouyang Feng exchanged a glance with the other peak masters, then said, "Are you aware of the Demon Suppression Ceremony?"

"I know a little."

Chang Wen answered truthfully, "If Taiyi can achieve a hundred victories at the grand ceremony, he will obtain a ticket to the Imperial Continent. This will be very disadvantageous for us."

"It's much more than that."

Ouyang Feng became more serious, "On the surface, the Demon Suppression Ceremony is a contest between disciples of two sects, but in reality, it concerns the overall direction of the Northern Wilderness."

"In recent years, the Taixu Sword Sect has grown stronger, gradually encroaching on many of the affiliated forces of my Haoran Immortal Sect. If we lose again in this ceremony, those forces that are still observing will probably completely side with the Taixu Sword Sect."

"At that time, the situation of my Haoran Immortal Sect will be even more difficult."

Xue Wuqing took over the conversation, her tone unusually serious, "So Xiaowen, we need you to prepare well for this Demon Suppression Ceremony and strive to be in your best condition before the ceremony begins."

"clear."

Chang Wen nodded.

"Just understanding isn't enough."

Ouyang Feng waved his hand dismissively, "Although you've comprehended the Great Brightness Sutra, look at yourself now, spending all day taking Xiaoman out to eat melon seeds and bask in the sun. What kind of behavior is that?"

Chang Wen...

Why do I feel like I've been caught red-handed by the head of the grade's academic affairs office?

"But don't worry, we old guys... worked through the night to come up with a training plan for you."

Ouyang Feng grinned, took out a jade scroll from his sleeve, and slowly unfurled it.

Chang Wen glanced at it briefly, and his expression changed slightly.

Wake up at 3 AM and fight Cheng Long, the master of Fist Peak. At 7 AM, exchange swordplay with the master of Heavenly Sword Peak. At 9 AM, spar with the master of Talisman Peak. Rest for half an hour at noon. At 1 PM, face the master of Array Peak. At 3 PM, fight the master of Pill Peak…

"No... Uncle-Master..."

Chang Wen's lips twitched slightly. "What are you all doing?"

"Nonsense, it's training, of course!"

Ouyang Feng's eyes widened. "Taiyi even dares to trespass into the Sword Tomb, what excuse do you have for slacking off?"

"Junior Brother Ouyang is right."

Lin Baoding nodded in agreement, "Although you have now grasped the Great Brightness Sutra, your foundation is still shallow. You need to learn the power circulation, combat experience, and application of laws from scratch. Rather than letting you figure it out on your own, it's better for us to teach you ourselves."

"But Uncle-Master..."

Chang Wen decided to put up a fight.

"There's no 'but' about it."

Xue Wuqing interrupted him directly, her tone leaving no room for argument, "Starting tomorrow, proceed according to plan."

If Chang Wen were in the Haoran Immortal Sect, he would have Shangke and the others to protect him if he encountered danger. But at the Demon Suppression Platform, he would face a true life-or-death situation. Even if she felt sorry for Chang Wen, she wouldn't show mercy at this time.

Chang Wen...

"Third Elder, help me..."

Left with no other choice, he could only look at Ren Yuanzi. If he were trained by all the peak masters for a year, would he even survive?

"Hehe, I know what you're trying to say, but don't say it yet."

Ren Yuanzi patted Chang Wen on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Once you can withstand Ouyang Feng for half an incense stick's time, I will personally guide you."

Chang Wen...

It's all over! It's all over!

He could put up a fight against someone at the early stage of Mahayana, but how could he possibly fight someone at the eighth or ninth level of Mahayana?

Shouldn't I get beaten up every day?

However, the matter was settled, and Chang Wen had no choice but to accept it.

The next day, at the hour of Yin (3-5 AM).

Before dawn, Chang Wen was dragged out of bed by Ouyang Feng.

"Get up! Trying to slack off on the first day?"

Ouyang Feng's voice was like thunder, making Chang Wen's eardrums buzz.

Chang Wen...

May there be no early risers in Heaven...

He glanced at Su Xiaoman's room and sighed. Resigned, he followed Ouyang Feng to the newly opened martial arts training ground on the back of Haoran Peak.

The training ground covers a vast area, spanning several thousand feet in circumference. However, construction is not yet complete; only the foundation has been laid.

"Uncle-Master, it's not finished yet, look at us..."

Chang Wenxin harbored a glimmer of hope.

However, before he could finish speaking, Ouyang Feng interrupted him, "Hehe, if you have any questions, go tell your Uncle Long's fists!"

Chang Wen mechanically turned his gaze away.

Only then did they realize that Jackie Chan had been waiting for a long time.

He was shirtless, his muscles bulging like mountain rocks. His entire body radiated with a powerful aura, making him look like a living Yama, the King of Hell.

Chang Wen couldn't help but shudder...

"Kid, you're here?"

Cheng Long grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "I won't hold back. Are you ready to get a beating?"

Chang Wen...

He suddenly understood how the Taixu Sword Sect felt when facing Cheng Long and Ouyang Feng.

They might not be very happy.

"Uncle-Master, could you go a little easier on me later? These days, it's all about making friends through martial arts, so let's just go easy on each other."

Chang Wen chuckled and stalled for time.

"Hehe, okay!"

Cheng Long smiled maliciously, "After you're done fighting me, you can go tell your Uncle Tian Jianzi's sword what happened! Hahaha!"

After saying that, he didn't give Chang Wen any time to react and immediately threw a punch.

Chang Wen...

"Help...help me!!!"