Chinese animation: Starting with Bad Guys

The library is no longer just a place to store books; it is rapidly evolving into a sacred place where ideas collide and wisdom blends.

To facilitate this kind of communication across space, Qin Chuan creatively crafted the "Passing on the Torch Talisman".

This talisman is like an invisible node in a spiritual network. No matter where the holder is, they can send in a wisp of their divine consciousness to exchange ideas, discuss difficulties, and even conduct spiritual deductions and exchanges on the virtual "altar" formed within the talisman.

Countless sparks of inspiration ignited within it, and the dissemination and innovation of Taoist teachings reached unprecedented heights.

Against this backdrop of the blazing "fire," Qin Chuan's great undertaking of creating laws for the demon race finally saw the light of day.

He studied countless human cultivation techniques, analyzed their core principles of spiritual energy circulation and magical artifact control, and combined them with the unique nature of demonic energy, powerful physique, and innate supernatural abilities of the demon race. The prototype of the "Demon Essence Refining Treasure Technique" has already been formed.

This method takes a unique approach, no longer requiring demons to control their magic weapons with the same precision as humans. Instead, it uses demonic power as a guide and essence blood or innate supernatural abilities as a foundation to refine magical treasures into "external demon cores" or "carriers of supernatural abilities," pursuing the ultimate state of "body and treasure as one."

Although it still needs a lot of practical refinement, the theoretical path has been opened up.

During these ten years, a bright red color and a clear, sharp shout would occasionally break the tranquility of Qingyun Peak.

"You stinky Qin Chuan! You stinky Qin Chuan! Your grandma's back! Quickly bring out the good wine! I'm exhausted from running all this way!"

Before the person arrived, their voice was heard.

Tu Shan Ya Ya, carrying her signature giant wine gourd, rushed up the mountain in a flurry of activity. Her fiery red fox fur fluttered behind her, and her delicate face was flushed with the lingering glow of a long journey, along with an undisguised joy.

Every time she returned, the first thing she did was rush to the Yuntai or study where Qin Chuan usually stayed, and pound on the door frame or table without any politeness: "Hey! Where's the reply? I delivered my sister's letter! Hurry up!"

As she grumbled, she casually pulled out Qin Chuan's treasured wine, poured herself a full bowl, gulped it down, and let out a satisfied sigh, as if this was the most important purpose of her trip.

Qin Chuan was already used to her loud and boisterous manner, and calmly handed her a pre-prepared letter sealed with sealing wax.

The contents of the letters are unknown, but each time Ya Ya brings back a letter from Tu Shan, she brings back a reply from Hong Hong, which becomes a special bond connecting the two.

From the few words exchanged, it is clear that during their correspondence, they inquired about each other's well-being and the peace of Tushan.

Although Tu Shan Ya Ya always complained that delivering messages was tiring, she always ran faster than anyone else.

She said things like "It's so annoying to have to run errands again" and "If my sister hadn't insisted that I bring you here, I wouldn't have come to this wretched mountain." But her bright eyes and the way she always lingered and pestered Qin Chuan with questions every time she came, betrayed her true feelings.

Sending the letter was just an excuse; her real reason for wanting to visit this "stinky Qin Chuan" who always made her feel both angry and somewhat admiring, to have a verbal sparring session with him, and to get some good wine, was that she never tired of it.

As time went by, Ya Ya became more and more diligent and skilled at running.

Sometimes she would put down Tu Shan's reply, pick up Qin Chuan's letter, and then casually take a jar of fine wine, all in one swift motion, before leaving with the words, "I'm off! I wouldn't have come if my sister hadn't urged me!"

Then he hurriedly embarked on his journey home.

Her figure became a vibrant scenic line between Qingyun Peak and Tushan Mountain.

Once, she drank too much of Qin Chuan's wine and, drunkenly, slapped the table and muttered:

"You stinky Qin Chuan... your wine here... is just so-so... I didn't come here specifically to drink with you... to deliver a message! Yes! To deliver a message!... Hmph..."

After saying that, she slumped onto the table and fell fast asleep, leaving Qin Chuan to watch her childlike drunken state. A barely perceptible smile flashed across his eyes as he gently shook his head.

Over the past decade, Qin Chuan's disciples have also grown in their own way amidst this sweeping wave.

Li Muchen was completely immersed in the ocean of "researching the Dao".

Her residence had long been submerged by all sorts of strange materials, shimmering array models, and mountains of calculation papers.

After thoroughly studying pure Yang inflammation, she turned to more challenging research.

The study analyzes the deep rune structure of the "Passing on the Torch" talisman, attempting to optimize its information carrying and transmission efficiency; it also researches the compatibility and transformation of energy from different cultivation methods, and even begins to delve into some basic theories of "spirit endowment".

Qin Chuan's occasional words could ignite an astonishing light in her eyes, and she would immediately plunge into the labyrinth of studying the universe, achieving remarkable results and becoming the most mysterious figure within the Qingyun Sect.

However, Qin Li, as the chief disciple, always had a huge weight pressing on his heart.

Master's assertion at the Blue Sky Conference that he would "win the Dao Alliance Newcomer Competition" hung like a sword over my head.

He worked harder than anyone else, building an incredibly solid foundation, and striving for perfection in every move.

But as Qin Chuan said, his talent wasn't the kind that was exceptionally brilliant and progressed rapidly.

He watched helplessly as the Sutra Repository attracted countless talents, and as news came from outside the mountain that his peers, such as Yang Yitan and Wang Quanba, were making rapid progress and gaining fame, while his own progress was like an old ox plowing the field, steady but slow.

Anxiety, like a vine, quietly entwined his Dao heart, even causing his breathing to become imperceptibly disordered during practice.

Qin Chuan was as clear as day.

One evening, not long after the Sutra Repository opened, he summoned Qin Li to the Cloud Terrace at the summit.

The setting sun, like blood, cast long shadows of the master and his apprentice.

"Xiao Fan." Qin Chuan called out Qin Li's original name, his voice calm yet like a morning bell, reaching straight to his heart, "The burden on your heart is too heavy."

Qin Li's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head, his voice filled with suppressed bitterness: "Master, I am dull-witted. I have been working hard day and night without slacking off, but my progress is slow. I am afraid I will fail to live up to your expectations."

"My expectation is to spur you on, not to shackle you." Qin Chuan interrupted him, his gaze fixed on the surging sea of ​​clouds in the distance. "My prediction that you will win is not because you have exceptional talent or that you will quickly surpass others."

Qin Li looked up in astonishment.

"What I value in you is that you are like a deep pool, seemingly calm and still, but in reality, you have a profound and weighty foundation."

Qin Chuan turned around, his gaze sharp as he looked at Qin Li:

"The solidity of your foundation and the purity of your spiritual power and consciousness are unmatched among your peers. The path you have taken is the 'clumsy' path, the 'solid' path! This is the foundation for great achievements and the ladder to heaven!"

"Being impatient and restless will only ruin your 'clumsiness' and destroy your 'substance'. Let go of the obsession with winning! Stop competing with others for speed."

His tone grew increasingly serious:

"Focus on every step you take, master every basic sword technique I teach you, and understand the rhythm of nature in every breath. You are not a rough jade to be carved, but a stubborn rock waiting to be polished by time and sweat! Be down-to-earth, accumulate knowledge and experience, and one day, even a stubborn rock can become an immortal monument!"

Qin Chuan's words were like hammer blows, shattering the boulder in Qin Li's heart and clearing away the fog of his understanding.

It turns out that his master had already seen through his true nature!

He is not a shooting star, but a mountain; he does not seek a moment of brilliance, but a timeless and majestic presence!

An unprecedented sense of clarity and tranquility welled up in my heart, dispelling all anxiety and confusion.

Qin Li took a deep breath, as if to absorb all the pure and spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his chest. The flame in his eyes reignited, but it was no longer a hesitant and fiery one; instead, it was a steadfast and unwavering determination.

"Disciple...understands!"

He bowed deeply to Qin Chuan, a bow to express gratitude for his guidance, and also to the solid path to heaven beneath his feet.

From that day on, Qin Li changed completely. He no longer gazed at the seemingly unreachable mountain peak, nor was he moved by the clamor of the outside world.

Every day at the crack of dawn, he would be the first to appear at the training ground, practicing the most basic sword techniques again and again, thousands of times.

His movements were slow, yet as steady as a mountain, each strike seemingly carrying immense force.

His Qi-guiding technique became increasingly smooth and efficient. Although his spiritual power did not increase rapidly, it was like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, pure and refined, without any superficiality.

His gaze was focused and peaceful, as if he had returned to the pure state when he first joined the sect, feeling joy simply from the trace of a blade cutting through the air and the rhythm of spiritual energy flowing through his body.

Time quietly slips away amidst the ever-changing clouds over Qingyun Peak.

The light in the Sutra Repository shone ever brighter, the "Passing on the Torch" network connected to an ever-expanding world, the stacks of calculation papers piled up higher and higher in Li Muchen's research hut, and Mu Mie grew from an infant in swaddling clothes into a bright-eyed young man...

And Qin Li, in this daily "clumsy" practice, silently and steadfastly accumulated that profound "substance" that belonged to him.

When the battle drums of the Dao Alliance Newcomer Competition finally sounded on a spring day ten years later, the eyes of the entire cultivation world were focused on this upcoming fierce battle.

On Qingyun Peak, the chief disciple, who once carried a heavy burden but now had a heart as firm as a rock, slowly opened his eyes.

His gaze was calm and serene, yet it contained a profound sharpness honed over ten years, sharp enough to cleave through any obstacle.

Chapter 22 Newcomer Competition, Questioning the King's Authority Again

Wangquan Manor, Dao Alliance Martial Arts Arena.

The atmosphere at the once-in-a-decade Dao Alliance Rookie Tournament has reached its peak.

The huge training ground was packed with people, layer upon layer.

When Qin Chuan arrived with Qin Li and Mu Mie, it caused a barely perceptible commotion.

Along the way, all the cultivators, regardless of their status, spontaneously bowed and addressed him respectfully as "Master Qin!"

This profound respect is a testament to ten years of spreading the law throughout the world.

After Qin Chuan sat down comfortably in the main seat reserved by the Dao Alliance, the atmosphere in the entire martial arts arena finally calmed down, and the atmosphere of the finals reached its peak.

On the high platform, the eyes of the Dao Alliance elders instantly focused.

Mr. Fei and the others scrutinized and investigated, their sharp eyes falling on Qin Li, who stood tall and straight behind Qin Chuan.

Only Yang Yifang's gaze, after sweeping over Qin Chuan, was firmly fixed on Mu Mie, his eyes revealing an undisguised tenderness and complexity.

As the bell tolled, signaling the start of the finals, the two protagonists, Wang Quanba and Qin Li, finally stepped onto the central arena.

Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye, the young master of Wang Quan Manor, casually holds an unsheathed longsword in his hand. With sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, his demeanor is calm yet possesses an innate sharpness.

The rumors that he had already mastered the "Heaven and Earth Sword" technique have raised high expectations for him among everyone.

Qin Li, dressed in a simple Qingyun disciple's robe, carried an equally unadorned thick-backed longsword on his back. His face was calm, and his eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any waves or ripples.

Throughout his journey, he employed only basic Daoist techniques, yet he always managed to gain a slight edge over his opponents. He grew stronger when facing stronger opponents, and even Yang Yitan's all-seeing Heavenly Eye was unable to see through him.

Although the technique is known, its unfathomable depth means no one dares to underestimate it.

The murmurs rose like a tidal wave.

"Young Master Wang Quan possesses the Heaven and Earth Sword, whose power is unfathomable, giving him a greater chance of victory!"

"Qin Li is Master Qin's chief disciple. He has cultivated diligently for ten years. He is no ordinary person."

The previous matches were already incredibly exciting. Yang Yitan's Heavenly Eye Insight, Li Zizai's Unpredictable Flying Knife, Li Quzhuo's Mysterious Magic Treasure, Ji Wuji's Divine Speed, Qingmu Yuan's Forbidden Magic Domain, Mu Shenqi's Mighty Divine Power, Zhang Zheng's Fierce Strength, Deng Qiyue's Petrified Body, Wang Quanzui's Drunken Dream Heart Technique...

It is truly astonishing that the scions of these aristocratic families have surpassed their elders, demonstrating potential far exceeding that of the older generation.

However, at this moment, everyone's attention and mind were firmly gripped by the two people facing off on the stage.

"Brother Qin Li," Wang Quan Baye's voice was clear and resonant, filled with respect and fighting spirit, "Throughout the journey, you have dealt with your enemies using only basic Daoist techniques, handling them with ease. In this battle, neither of us needs to hold back; let's unleash our full strength and have a truly satisfying fight, shall we?"

Qin Li slowly shook his head, his voice calm and sincere: "Brother Ba Ye, you misunderstand. I have never deliberately hidden myself, but I myself do not know how strong I am at this moment."

He was telling the truth. Ten years of clumsy cultivation was like water accumulating in a deep pool. He only knew that the foundation was profound, but he did not know what the scene would be like when it was poured out.

Upon hearing this, Wang Quanba's fighting spirit intensified, and he laughed loudly:

"Very well! Then let me, Wang Quan Ba ​​Ye, test the depths of Brother Qin's 'unfathomable' pool!"

As soon as the words were spoken, without the need for a referee's announcement, two completely different auras erupted!