Becoming a Fox Spirit from Under One Person.

"So that's how it is..." Zhang Lingyu didn't panic. He drew a beam of lightning back into his body and used the yang lightning to stimulate the meridians and acupoints throughout his body.

step!

Two steps!

Within the Qimen formation, Zhang Lingyu, dragging his body which was restricted by the slowed spacetime, approached Wang Ye step by step.

One second, two seconds...

The distance was shrinking, and the hand wrapped in remnant lightning was getting closer and closer to Wang Ye.

Three seconds!

Zhang Lingyu's hand hovered in front of Wang Ye, stopping before her fingertips touched his clothes.

Wang Ye released the restrictions on the transformation. Zhang Lingyu slowly withdrew her hand, straightened up, and her expression seemed to confirm an answer she had already guessed.

“In this state, Master Wang, you cannot attack me directly, but you must have some kind of way to compensate.”

Wang Ye, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his nose, chuckled and said, "There are indeed relevant methods."

"Three seconds have passed, and I've lost."

No one knew what was happening on the field. Zhang Lingyu walked towards Rongshan and was about to raise his hands in surrender when Wang Ye suddenly rushed over from behind and tackled him to the ground.

"I came here on the Grand Tutor's mission. If this ends so easily, I don't know how he'll torment me when I get back. We can't just turn the page on this matter so easily."

Zhang Lingyu turned around: "Still want to fight?"

“Master Lingyu, don’t be so rigid. Let’s just have a simple contest: I’ll throw a punch, you’ll fly, and you’ll lie sprawled on the ground. That’ll end the contest.”

Zhang Lingyu imagined the scene, and suddenly her face flushed, a blush mixed with a hint of annoyance rising to her brows.

"You, you, you mean you want me to put on such a ridiculous and laughable scene in front of Master and all my fellow disciples?"

"A bet is a bet, Master Lingyu."

"Cough cough..." Zhang Lingyu coughed a few times, gritted his teeth, and got up from the ground. "It can only be done once. There is no such thing as 'NG'."

"I am extremely grateful," Wang Ye said, bowing with his hands clasped together.

"Come here." Zhang Lingyu stood in position.

"Cough cough cough~" Wang Ye cleared his throat and read aloud, "Hey~ Zhang Lingyu, today I'm going to avenge the Grand Tutor and get my revenge for the past. You'd better take this punch and die~"

Swish!

He calmly and deliberately threw a punch at Zhang Lingyu's left cheek.

"Throw it to the sidelines!"

"Oh..." Zhang Lingyu nodded in agreement, flipped four or five times in the air, and spread out in a "big" shape at the edge of the arena. "I... I can't do it anymore."

When he finished, his face turned red. He looked up and saw his master, Zhang Zhiwei, standing beside him with his hands in his sleeves, admiring his "acting skills."

"Tsk tsk tsk~" Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and clicked his tongue, his face showing disgust, but he was actually quite happy. After spending so much time with Zhang Chulan, Lingyu had learned to be a little more flexible.

"Master, I..."

"Alright, that's enough." Zhang Zhiwei looked at Wang Ye in the center of the field. "I really don't know what Zhou Meng told him. This little Wang Ye has it tough."

In the audience, no one could see the changes in the Qimen formation clearly. The few people felt that this competition was extremely strange. However, Master Lingyu of Longhu Mountain was not the type to throw a match, so everyone had no choice but to treat it as a kind of exchange of ideas.

"If this continues, the final match will be between Wang Ye of Wudang and Lu Ren of Shangqing Sect."

"Lu Ren? Never heard of him. Has anyone like him existed before? He's just a nobody!"

···

Amidst the buzz in Taichung, in a secluded corner where no one paid attention, Lu Ren coughed up blood, his chest throbbing with pain: "Master, our unique skill is truly amazing, but there's just one thing that's not right!"

"Throughout the entire competition, I didn't get a single opportunity to show off in front of others. Will my disciple ultimately become a notorious opportunist in the industry?"

"Also, the backlash is quite significant."

Lu Ren rubbed his chest. If he had known that praying to the gods would have such a strange effect, he would have preferred to just scatter the talismans like beans during the competition from the beginning.

Opposite him was an old man with white hair and beard: "Don't worry about it, that's how the 'Tongtian Lu' is used."

"But it's completely pointless!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Just tell me if we're getting closer and closer to winning the championship."

“But nobody remembers me,” Lu Ren said, shrugging.

Chapter 230: Are there more experts?

Returning home in wealth and honor is like wearing fine clothes at night. Lu Ren has been cultivating in seclusion in the mountains for so long, all for the sake of becoming famous one day and better engaging in worldly cultivation.

As a result, the effect of "Tongtianlu" was too abstract. It would have been better to use low-level skills from the beginning and scatter talismans like beans. At least that would have been more intimidating, bold and unrestrained.

Zheng Zibu clenched his fist and punched his wayward disciple on the head: "Did I teach you skills so you could show off in front of others?"

"Now that we've come out, people need to know what we're capable of."

"Enough with the nonsense!" Zheng Zibu snapped. "Teaching you was simply a matter of fate. I once made a vow to end the Jia Shen Rebellion, which means your existence was essential to the outcome."

"Have I become a tool to fulfill wishes?"

“I’ve already said it’s all due to cause and effect.” Zheng Zibu sighed. The consumption of the “Tongtianlu” he used to pray back then was too great. Decades later, he still had hidden ailments in his body. At the beginning of the millennium, he was on the verge of death in Maoshan, so he chose his successor early on.

After refusing to pass on the Tongtian Talisman, Zheng Zibu survived and has lived peacefully to this day.

“Master, you were not meant to die back then. Even if I hadn’t entered the forbidden area, you would probably still be full of life.” Lu Ren was only six or seven years old at the time and could no longer remember the specific details. It seemed that he had a talent for talismans, which was why his master chose him.

"You think you know everything! The way the Tongtian Talisman granted wishes back then was by making us old troublemakers disappear along with our memories. Do you think I improved afterward?"

"I have no idea~" Lu Ren thought for a moment, but really couldn't remember what happened in the year 2000.

Zheng Zibu continued, "I'll tell you, that's because Senior Brother Chen has re-entered the mortal world, and the development trajectory planned by the Tongtianlu has changed once again."

"Huh?" Lu Ren was taken aback. "It's said that the Tongtian Talisman communicates with certain special objective entities. Does that mean that this Fox Lord is far above these objective entities?"

"That's the only way I can think of it."

Lu Ren gasped. Luckily, Master Fox had left the mountain to travel early; otherwise, the outcome of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony would have been truly uncertain. Given the current situation, only Master Wang Ye from Wudang Mountain remained as a finalist.

Of course, the contest between "Feng Hou Qi Men" and "Tong Tian Lu" had already taken place in secret before the competition even started.

"Master, the backlash from the semi-finals is so huge, if I really win the championship, will I kick the bucket on the spot?" Lu Renxin asked worriedly.

Zheng Zibu comforted him, "What are you afraid of? I believe you are capable of reaching the pinnacle."

"Does this count as us praying together?" Lu Ren curled his lip. "To be honest, this method is a bit underhanded."

After all, who could have guessed that behind the young contestant was a nearly 100-year-old remnant of the Republic of China era?

"Sigh~" Zheng Zibu let out a long sigh, "Sometimes, even I think this Tongtian Talisman is too much of a trap."

"What about tomorrow's match?"

"We can only take it one step at a time. If we withdraw our prayers halfway through, the gods and immortals will be angry."

···

That night, the moon washed over the mountain peaks, leaving only a few scattered stars in the sky. Under the night sky, the pine trees rustled like a tide, and the mountain was serene and quiet.

In the guest room prepared by Zheng Yi, the contestants had left one after another. The kang (a heated brick bed) that was usually so spacious that you would have to struggle to turn over was now empty and rather desolate.

Moonlight filtered through the window lattice, spreading thinly across the coarse cloth quilt.

Wang Ye turned over, rested his head on his arm, looked up at the dark roof beams above him, and sighed.

"Oh dear—only one more game left tomorrow."

"In short, the Grand Tutor's private stash of money is safe. If he makes a big profit, he might even receive a few red envelopes." Zhonghai Group is a large and powerful company, and Wang is not short of money, but the "wool" he got from the Grand Tutor is more comfortable to spend than his own money.

Swish!

Suddenly there was a rustling sound outside the window.

“It’s not the wind…” Wang Ye’s ears twitched. The sound was familiar; it was the rustling of clothes brushing against low bushes.

"It's so late at night, and we still have guests coming in."

Wang Ye got up and went to look for it; a shadow flashed by in the moonlight among the trees.

The wind suddenly picked up; the gentle, mild breeze became swift and fierce, whipping up fallen leaves and pine needles that rushed towards us.

Wang Ye narrowed his eyes.

A person appeared in the wind, dressed in a dark mandarin jacket, with a shiny bald head. The person came riding the wind, so fast that only a blur remained.

Before Wang Ye could even see the person's face clearly, a rough and powerful hand reached out, grabbed his collar, and darted into the depths of the forest without touching the ground.

The trees rushed past on both sides, and the wind whistled into our ears.

Wang Ye flicked his wrist and broke free from the opponent's grip. His collar was torn open with a "hiss," and he used the momentum to flip backward and land steadily in the forest.

Under the moonlight, the bald man stood with his hands behind his back, his body as burly as an iron tower, his eyes gleaming, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Wow, Master Kui, you really have a refined taste in the middle of the night," Wang Ye said with a perfunctory smile.

Oh no, the troublesome guy is coming.

Chen Jinkui, one of the Ten Masters and the leading figure of the Shuzi School today.

Wang Ye glanced at the coins floating beside Chen Jinkui. The wind just now was caused by the six-line coins. Qian, Kan, Gen, and Zhen are yang lines, while Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui are yin lines. Chen Jinkui can determine the technique to use based on the hexagram formed by the six lines he threw.

Chen Jinkui laughed and said, "Hehehe, Master Wang, I've seen the whole Luo Tian Grand Ceremony. All the participants are young people under the age of thirty. I originally wanted to see if there were any promising talents, as I've always wanted to take on another disciple. I didn't expect to see such a different scene."

"After witnessing that incident, I realized how shallow and shameless I had been. I am not worthy to teach, impart knowledge, and resolve doubts for others!"

Wang Ye replied, "What are you saying? Master Kui is highly respected in the industry, everyone knows that."

"It's all empty fame." Chen Jinkui placed six coins in front of him and said bluntly, "I'll be frank. Kui'er came here tonight specifically to seek your guidance. Master Wang, please be sure to use your full strength!"

"Look, I have a competition tomorrow, and I can't let this energy go to waste. How about we reschedule?"

"Since we're already here, I can't wait any longer. Please don't trouble yourself."

Wang Ye's lips twitched down, and he strode away, fleeing into the woods.

These elders are all so unreliable. They promised to let me use "Feng Hou Qi Men" to my heart's content, but they all disappeared when I got into trouble.

Nobody's protecting me.