One person: Activate the talisman, behold my Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon!

Ye Xing patted his chest and gave his assurance.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ren, leave everything to me. I guarantee I'll beat them so badly they won't even recognize their own mothers."

Two o'clock in the morning.

At the open-air barbecue stalls near the company, the charcoal fire crackled and popped.

Black Pipe raised his chilled beer bottle and clinked it against Ye Xing's.

"Little Ye, Old Niu Bi must be laughing in his sleep to have a junior brother like you."

Ye Xing took a swig of ice-cold beer, picked up a skewer of grilled meat and stuffed it into his mouth, while simultaneously bringing up the system panel.

[Host: Ye Xing]

[Cultivation Level: 2 years and 8 months]

[Spell: (40 years)]

The Sheep Charm (allows the soul to leave the body and move freely, and can also enter other people's dreams and transmit messages.)

Ox Talisman (grants the holder absolute superhuman strength; the power boost affects the entire body.)

[Mood Value: 9650 points]

The emotional value is approaching 10,000, and it's just one step away from unlocking the next zodiac charm.

......

For the next two weeks or so.

Ye Xing has become a nightmare for members of the Quanxing sect and some restless outsiders in Central China.

He carried the intelligence given to him by the company and went out to strike wherever there were extraordinary people.

They have no martial ethics, they start with a powerful attack, and then leave.

On several occasions, Ye Xing was even temporarily pulled by Hei Guan'er to help out in other regions during large-scale operations, where he stole the limelight with his Yang Shen Astral Projection fighting style.

Often, just as the opponent gets into a fighting stance and is about to utter some harsh words, Ye Xing's soul form is already plastered on their face, delivering a slap that strikes directly at the soul, instantly rendering the opponent unable to fight.

The notification of the emotional value being credited became almost the music that Ye Xing heard most every day.

Time always flies when people are busy searching for treasure.

In the blink of an eye, only three days remain until the Longhushan Luotian Grand Ritual.

In the morning, Ye Xing had just led his men to raid a small Quanxing stronghold hidden in a suburban junkyard and was sitting on a rusty tire counting their spoils.

My phone suddenly vibrated in my pocket.

The caller ID displayed a name: Zhang Chulan.

I pressed the answer button, and a heart-wrenching wail came from the other end of the line.

"Brother Ye! When are you coming back? We bought plane tickets to Longhu Mountain, and it's taking off tomorrow morning. If you don't come soon, we'll miss it!"

Before Ye Xing could reply, the receiver immediately picked up the sound of a tree branch snapping and Feng Baobao's distinctive Sichuan accent.

"Zhang Chulan, who are you talking to on the phone? It's time to go to training now."

Hearing that familiar accent, Ye Xing smiled knowingly.

"Chu Lan! I'll get there myself. You guys go ahead, see you at Longhu Mountain."

"Alright! See you then, Brother Ye."

......

Chapter 21 Who's so arrogant as to call himself the King of Wudang?

Long queues formed in front of the ticket windows at Longhushan.

Ye Xing held a thin paper ticket in his hand, turned his head to look at the tour groups holding small flags around him, and then looked at the Taoist robe he was wearing.

"No, Xu Si, our Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is a top-level event that only happens once every few decades in the world of supernatural beings. It's one thing for these tourists to buy tickets, but why should a contestant like me have to pay out of my own pocket?"

Ye Xing waved the ticket at Xu Si next to him.

Xu Si, with a cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hands in his pockets, looked at him with a grin.

"Nonsense, Longhu Mountain is a 5A-level scenic area. If you think it's too expensive, then climb up the cliff behind the mountain yourself. I guarantee no one will charge you."

"That's right, Brother Ye, just consider it a donation to help the poor."

Zhang Chulan chimed in from the side, saying that the kid was wearing a uniform with the NaDuTong logo printed on it today, looking quite respectable.

Feng Baobao, wearing a baseball cap and holding a half-eaten cucumber, was curiously looking at the souvenir stall next to her.

"Alright, we're already here."

Ye Xing put the ticket in his pocket and started walking up the stone steps.

It must be said that the scenery of Longhu Mountain is truly beautiful. The mountains are lush and green, shrouded in mist.

The surrounding crowd was a mix of ordinary tourists and supernatural beings. Many of these supernatural beings were dressed casually, and unless one deliberately examined their aura, it was truly impossible to tell them apart.

The group strolled around and soon arrived at the reception area at the front of the mountain.

The place was packed with people, bustling with activity. In the center of the crowd, a space had been cleared where several high-ranking Taoist priests from Longhu Mountain, dressed in Taoist robes, were standing to greet the guests.

Standing in the very center is Zhang Zhiwei, one of the Ten Elders and a contemporary Celestial Master.

The old Celestial Master, with his white hair and beard and tall stature, was chatting and laughing with the younger generation around him.

As soon as Ye Xing and his companions squeezed to the outermost edge of the crowd, they saw a young man wearing a dark blue Taoist robe and sporting two large dark circles under his eyes walk out from the crowd.

The young man walked up to the old master, clasped his hands in a somewhat listless manner, and spoke lazily.

"Wu Dang Wang Ye pays respects to the Celestial Master."

The surrounding chatter subsided slightly.

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up in the crowd, and he was about to speak his mind.

The words hadn't even reached his lips yet.

A loud, clear voice suddenly rang out from the side.

"Good heavens! Who's so arrogant! Daring to call himself the King of Wudang?!"

That shout completely drowned out all the other noises in the room.

The once bustling reception area at the front of the mountain suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Everyone is stupid.

Zhang Chulan caught a breath in his throat, coughing repeatedly, and turned to look at Ye Xing beside him with a look of utter disbelief.

The focus of everyone's attention instantly shifted to Ye Xing.

The young man with dark circles under his eyes was about to lower his hand when he heard this. He froze on the spot, forgetting to even blink, remaining in the clasped-fist posture, and was instantly petrified.

System notifications rang wildly in Ye Xing's mind.

'Wang Ye has been detected to be extremely speechless and bewildered, triggering a critical hit. Emotion value +200!'

'Zhang Chulan is detected to be experiencing frustration and surprise, triggering a combo attack. Emotion value +80!'

'Zhang Zhiwei has been detected to be happy; emotion value +50!'

'Detected shock, confusion, amusement, and other emotions from the surrounding individuals. Emotion value +30, +30, +30...'

This wave of explosive growth.

Hearing the clinking sounds of incoming funds echoing in his mind, Ye Xing almost burst out laughing. In such a memorable moment, one must act decisively when the time is right; the emotional value just flows out like a river.

Upon arriving at Longhu Mountain, before the fight even officially began, they reaped an epic harvest simply by saying one sentence.

This grand Taoist ritual was definitely the right choice!

After a brief silence, the crowd erupted in deafening laughter.

"Hahaha! The King of Wudang?! Is this guy here to be funny?!"

"I've heard of One Piece, but what the hell is the King of Wudang?!"

"Wang is a name, okay? This guy's reading comprehension is amazing!"

The old master was also amused, stroking his long white beard and laughing so hard he almost fell over.

The other people around turned their heads and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

Ye Xing straightened his Taoist robe and walked out of the crowd with a smile.

He had a smile on his face, a steady gait, and an indescribable, otherworldly aura about him, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze the moment they saw him.

If it weren't for that crazy statement just now, people would definitely think he was a top disciple trained by some prestigious sect.

Seeing Ye Xing's pretentious attitude, Zhang Chulan felt even more aggrieved.

'Zhang Chulan is detected to be speechless; emotion value +40!'

Those who had initially just been watching the spectacle stopped laughing after seeing Ye Xing's appearance and attire.

"Who is this person? Which Taoist temple does he come from?"

"He looks unfamiliar, but to be able to joke around so casually in front of the Celestial Master, he must be someone important."

“Look at his clothes, they seem to be the uniform of Baiyun Temple!”

Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Holy crap! Baiyun Temple? Could he be Ye Xing, the 'mad Taoist' who's been wreaking havoc on Quanxing lately?!"

The moment the name was uttered, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Over the past two weeks, Ye Xing's achievements in the Central China region have already spread throughout the world of supernatural beings through Na Du Tong and Jianghu channels.

He disregards martial ethics, is swift and ruthless in his attacks, can single-handedly wipe out all Quanxing strongholds, and even possesses the miraculous ability to summon his Yang God.

This resume doesn't seem like something this young man could have done.

Amidst a surge of awe and curiosity, Ye Xing approached the old Celestial Master.

He dropped his earlier frivolous attitude and respectfully performed a Taoist kowtow.

"Ye Xing, a junior from Baiyun Temple, greets the Venerable Celestial Master. I noticed the atmosphere was a bit tense just now, so I made a joke on the spur of the moment. I hope the Venerable Celestial Master and this fellow Daoist from Wudang will forgive me."