Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

"White hair like frost, blue eyes reflecting the Dao, suffering calamities yet his heart turns to the light, aspiring to the strongest yet possessing an innate grace... marvelous. This child should become my disciple."

Upon hearing this, both Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi were taken aback, but then understood. Although they felt regret, they also realized that having Beimingzi personally teach her was the greatest blessing for this girl.

Qin Chuan looked down at the little girl and encouraged her:

"This is the Taoist master, Senior Beimingzi. It is a great opportunity for you to become his disciple."

The little girl looked up at Bei Mingzi, her ice-blue eyes clear and innocent, yet she could feel the vast, comforting power emanating from the old man before her.

She glanced at Qin Chuan again, and after receiving his affirming look, she took a deep breath, mimicking what Qin Chuan had taught her on the way, and knelt down earnestly before Bei Mingzi, kowtowing three times, and said crisply:

"Disciple...pays respects to Master!"

Bei Mingzi revealed a rare, gentle smile and reached out to help him up.

"Good child, rise. From this day forward, you will be my last disciple. I bestow upon you a Daoist name—"

He pondered for a moment, his gaze seemingly piercing through the long river of time, "The Great Dao is just beginning to sprout, like a butterfly dreaming of dawn. Let's call it 'Dawn Dream'."

"Xiaomeng..."

The little girl—no, from this moment on, she was Xiaomeng—whispered the name softly, a strange light flashing in her icy blue eyes, as if the name resonated with the depths of her soul.

She bowed again:

"Thank you, Master, for bestowing upon me this name! I, Xiaomeng, will certainly strive to cultivate diligently!"

The Taoist community was gratified when the apprenticeship ceremony was completed.

However, Qin Chuan did not take his leave.

He cupped his hands in greeting to Bei Mingzi and said:

"Congratulations on taking on such a fine disciple, senior. I have another request to make."

"Oh? Please speak, young master."

Bei Mingzi said calmly.

"This junior wishes to borrow some of the core texts of the Taoist school for a look." Qin Chuan's voice was clear and frank as he glanced at everyone. "To be honest, besides being a prince of the Qin Kingdom, I am also the heir of the Yin-Yang School."

"The Yin-Yang School?!"

These words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly causing a huge uproar among the Taoist disciples!

Five hundred years ago, the Yin-Yang School separated from the Taoism School and established its own school. Although they originated from the same source, their ideas have gradually diverged, and they have even competed and clashed in some aspects.

Qin Chuan, as the heir of the Yin-Yang School, actually wants to borrow the core classics of Taoism? This is tantamount to demanding the very foundation of Taoism!

Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi's expressions instantly darkened.

Among the disciples of the Human Sect, a young man named Qingxuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable, deep-seated hatred. He stared intently at Qin Chuan, his fists clenched, his body trembling slightly.

"Young Master Yingchuan."

Chishongzi's tone turned cold:

"Since the Yin-Yang School has established itself, its techniques have become a distinct lineage. Our Taoist classics are the fruits of our ancestors' wisdom and are not to be lightly examined by anyone other than a core disciple of our school. I regret that I cannot grant your request, young master."

Although Xiaoyaozi did not say it explicitly, his silence already indicated his stance.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense.

Qin Chuan's identity and the powerful national strength of Qin made the Taoists hesitant to directly expel him, but their refusal was equally firm.

Just when they were caught in this dilemma, Qin Chuan spoke again, his voice still calm:

“I know this request is presumptuous. However, these books are precious, and I am not one to seize them by force. How about this, I humbly request your guidance, senior.”

His gaze turned to Bei Mingzi:

"If I am fortunate enough to defeat you even by a single move, I request permission from the Taoist sect to borrow your scriptures. I promise to read them only within your sect's forbidden grounds, 'Xin Zhai,' and will never take a single page or word away, nor will I divulge them to anyone else. If I am defeated, I will immediately descend the mountain and never mention this matter again. What do you say, senior?"

"How dare you challenge Grandmaster Bei Mingzi?"

"Better than a move or two? Who does he think he is?"

The Taoist disciples were agitated, especially the disciples of the Heavenly Sect, who glared angrily.

The hatred in Qingxuan's eyes was almost tangible.

A ripple stirred in Bei Mingzi's usually calm eyes.

He stared intently at Qin Chuan, as if trying to see right through him.

After a long pause, he slowly nodded: "Alright."

The square was quickly cleared, leaving a huge space.

Disciples from both Taoist schools gathered around, holding their breath and concentrating intently.

Xiaomeng was protected behind Chisongzi, her small hands nervously clutching the hem of her clothes, her icy blue eyes fixed on Qin Chuan in the arena, full of worry.

Bei Mingzi stood in the center of the field, his aura perfectly balanced, as still as a deep pool and as imposing as a mountain.

Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm, and actually gestured for Bei Mingzi to make the first move:

"Senior, please."

Such disrespectful behavior further enraged the Taoist disciples, even causing Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi to frown slightly.

However, Bei Mingzi, who was standing opposite Qin Chuan, had an unprecedentedly solemn expression!

In his perception, Qin Chuan stood there, his aura extremely restrained, yet he seemed to be a vast world of his own, subtly repelling and perfectly coexisting with this space.

He couldn't fathom Qin Chuan's true strength at all!

When masters clash, how can they be treated lightly?

Bei Mingzi knew that the other party was not being arrogant, but rather had absolute confidence. He no longer hesitated, and dared not hold back in the slightest.

He slowly raised his hands, and a surge of pure and clean inner energy, containing the meaning of annihilating all things, welled up from him!

"The world has lost its color!"

With Bei Mingzi's deep voice, an invisible gray domain instantly spread out from him, enveloping the entire square!

Within the domain, all colors seemed to be instantly stripped away, and everything in heaven and earth was shrouded in a deathly gray-white!

The vitality of flowers, plants, and trees is rapidly fading, and they are becoming withered.

Those Taoist disciples who were in the area, especially those with weaker cultivation levels, instantly felt their five senses dulled, their hands and feet numb, and even their thinking slowed down, as if they were stuck in a quagmire and unable to move!

Even masters like Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi felt their breath stagnate, their internal energy flow sluggish, and their hearts turned cold.

This is the ultimate secret technique of the Taoist Heavenly Sect. It uses internal force to construct a domain, deprive the life force, and slow down the five senses. It can be described as unpredictable by gods and ghosts!

However, in the very center of this deathly gray and desolate realm, Qin Chuan's figure remained clearly visible.

His black robes seemed to be the only vibrant color in this gray world!

That terrifying aura, enough to make even top experts tremble and lose all their senses, fell upon him like a gentle breeze across a hill, failing to stir the slightest ripple.

He stood there quietly, as if there was an invisible, independent "field" around him, completely isolating him from the power that caused the world to lose its color.

His gaze toward Bei Mingzi remained calm and serene.

"Self-contained...invulnerable to all laws?"

Bei Mingzi was deeply shaken, and for the first time, an expression of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

His ultimate skill, the culmination of his life's cultivation, had absolutely no effect on Qin Chuan!

Having witnessed the wondrous phenomenon of "the world losing its color," Qin Chuan nodded slightly:

"What a magnificent display of colorlessness and the loss of creation! Senior, please examine the methods of my Yin-Yang School."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Chuan was suddenly surrounded by a dazzling golden light!

An aura more intense than sunlight and more vast than dragon might erupted!

"Soul, dragon, roam!"

A high-pitched and majestic dragon roar resounded through the sky!

Countless golden dragon-shaped energies, condensed to the point of being tangible and exuding a sacred and majestic aura, surged out from Qin Chuan's body!

These golden dragons were lifelike, with scales and claws flying, carrying the magnificent power to burn the eight wastelands and cleanse the universe. They instantly tore through the dead gray domain, like a golden torrent, with unparalleled impact and destructiveness, rushing straight towards Bei Mingzi!

"this……!"

Bei Mingzi's pupils constricted sharply, and he cried out in alarm!

This was not the first time he had seen the Yin-Yang School's supreme technique, "Soul Soaring Dragon." Many years ago, he had the good fortune to witness Donghuang Taiyi using this technique.

However, the "Soul Dragon Soaring" that Qin Chuan unleashed at this moment, with its refined dragon-shaped energy, majestic power, and awe-inspiring dragon roar, and the profound and harmonious principles of Yin and Yang contained within, was actually slightly superior to what Donghuang Taiyi had displayed back then!

How is that possible?! How old is he?!

In a hurry, Bei Mingzi moved his hands rapidly, his Daoist energy flowing, creating layers of water-like energy walls in front of him in an attempt to deflect the force and resist.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The golden dragon energy slammed into the Tai Chi energy wall, creating a deafening roar!

The barrier of energy trembled violently, flickering unpredictably. It only lasted for a few breaths before shattering under the onslaught of the raging dragon energy!

Although the remaining dragon energy was weakened by more than half, it still impacted Bei Mingzi's protective aura with unstoppable force!

Bei Mingzi retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard stone slab. His face flushed red, and his breath churned.

Although he was not injured, the difference in skill level was already clear!

The square was deathly silent! All the Taoist disciples, including Chisongzi and Xiaoyaozi, were dumbfounded, as if petrified!

The seemingly divine Bei Mingzi, whom they regarded as an immortal being, actually... lost in a direct confrontation?

And the opponent only used one move?!

Bei Mingzi steadied himself and looked at Qin Chuan opposite him, whose aura was steady and who seemed to be just casually waving his hand. His face showed an extremely complicated expression, a mixture of shock and emotion, which finally turned into a long sigh.

He slowly dissipated his aura and solemnly bowed to Qin Chuan:

“Young master’s cultivation has reached the profound realm, and I, an old Taoist, am humbled in admiration. If you wish to view the classics, please follow me to the ‘Heart Retreat’.”

Bei Mingzi personally admitted defeat!

The entire Taiyi Mountain seemed to fall into an unbelievable silence.