One person: Lu Jin, do I look like your master?

His gaze casually swept across the noisy crowd, and with his hazy memories of his past life, he recognized a few somewhat familiar figures.

But none of this has anything to do with him.

Wang Xuan shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it. He found a relatively secluded spot under the shade of a tree near the edge, smoothed the hem of his Taoist robe, and sat down cross-legged.

Since there's nothing else to do, I might as well make the most of my time to cultivate.

As for the surrounding noise and the impending fierce battle, to him, they were nothing more than background noise.

He closed his eyes, his mind slowly sinking into his body. The Reverse Life Triple Technique quietly circulated, and his aura gradually became harmonious and restrained, creating a wonderful harmonious resonance with the surrounding natural environment, as if he himself had become a part of this great tree.

However, his detached tranquility made him stand out even more among the restless crowd.

Not far away, a young Taoist priest, dressed in a white Taoist robe from the Celestial Master's Mansion, with cascading silver hair, a handsome and aloof face, and an otherworldly demeanor, was calmly surveying the entire scene.

He was none other than Zhang Lingyu, a high-ranking priest of the Celestial Master's Mansion and a leading figure among the younger generation.

His gaze swept across the noisy crowd, and finally, involuntarily, settled on the young man in white sitting alone under the shade of a tree, meditating with his eyes closed.

Amidst the surrounding atmosphere of excitement, tension, or anticipation, that person's tranquility seemed utterly out of place.

It wasn't a feigned indifference, but a deep, primal calm, as if all the surrounding noise couldn't penetrate the space within three feet of him.

What concerned Zhang Lingyu even more was that although he could not sense any powerful Qi fluctuations from the other party, a cultivator's unique intuition told him that this person... was not simple.

That sense of harmony with nature is something that ordinary cultivators cannot possess.

"This person……"

Zhang Lingyu's heart stirred slightly, and a hint of curiosity arose within her.

He was a pure-hearted and courteous person, and felt that since the other party had come to participate in the grand event, it was only right for him, as a disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion, to go up and greet them.

So he straightened his Taoist robe and walked towards the shady spot under the tree.

Although Wang Xuan had entered a meditative state, his mind was clear and his perception of the outside world remained sharp.

He immediately sensed someone walking directly towards him without flinching or avoiding him, their aura calm and without malice.

He slowly opened his eyes, his clear and calm gaze meeting the newcomer's.

A young Taoist priest with extraordinary bearing, like a celestial being descended to earth, approached him and bowed in a Taoist gesture. His voice was clear and gentle, carrying a natural Taoist charm.

"May the Heavenly Venerable grant boundless blessings. Greetings, layperson."

I am Zhang Lingyu from Longhu Mountain. Seeing you sitting here alone, radiating an extraordinary air, I have come to pay my respects.

Chapter 34 Lu Jin's Gaze

Since they had already taken the initiative to greet him with such courtesy, Wang Xuan naturally couldn't ignore them and continue sitting upright.

He slowly stood up, straightened his perfectly wrinkle-free robe, and returned Zhang Lingyu's greeting with the same politeness. His movements were natural and fluid, carrying an elegant and antique charm.

"So you are Lingyu Zhenren, a esteemed disciple of the Celestial Master's Mansion. I have long admired you."

Wang Xuan's voice was calm and clear, like a mountain stream.

"My name is Wang Xuan. Greetings."

Seeing the other party's humble attitude and extraordinary demeanor, Zhang Lingyu's goodwill towards him increased even more, and he quickly replied modestly:

"Mr. Wang, you are too kind. I really don't deserve the title of 'True Man'. I am just a humble Taoist priest practicing on Longhu Mountain."

He paused, looking at Wang Xuan's extraordinary demeanor, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Mr. Wang, you've come to Longhu Mountain to participate in the Luotian Grand Ceremony and make friends through martial arts, haven't you?"

He couldn't understand why such a person would appear in this competition place in the back mountains if it weren't for this grand event.

Upon hearing this, Wang Xuan smiled slightly and shook his head:

"Master Lingyu has misunderstood. I did not come here for this grand competition."

I had an appointment with a friend, and he had chosen this place as the meeting point, so I came along to wait and also to observe this rare grand event.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Lingyu's eyes. Such a grand Luotian Ceremony, along with the alluring Tongtian Scroll and the position of Celestial Master, could not attract this person.

He's just waiting for a friend? That detachment is quite rare.

Just as he was about to say something more, he caught a glimpse of a blue-haired young man in a suit, with narrowed fox-like eyes and a faint smile on his lips, walking towards him. It was Zhuge Qing, the successor of the Wuhou Qimen.

Zhuge Qing was clearly there for Zhang Lingyu, seemingly to discuss something.

Seeing this, Zhang Lingyu bowed to Wang Xuan again, her tone slightly apologetic:

"I see. I was being presumptuous. Since Mr. Wang is here to visit a friend, please make yourself at home. I have some other matters to attend to, so I will take my leave now."

"Please, sir."

Wang Xuan nodded slightly.

Zhang Lingyu turned and went to greet Zhuge Qing. Wang Xuan watched his back, his face expressionless. He had little interest in befriending this highly popular character from the original work.

For him, this was just a trivial episode on his path of spiritual practice.

He sat down cross-legged under the shade of the tree again, closed his eyes once more, and immersed himself in cultivation, as if nothing had ever happened.

Time passed slowly, and about half an hour later, the huge fighting arena on the back mountain had become bustling with noise.

Almost all the participants and spectators had arrived. The air was thick with the growing tension and anticipation.

At this moment, there was another commotion at the entrance.

Zhang Chulan, Feng Baobao, and Feng Zhenghao's son Feng Xingtong, among others, entered the venue.

As for Xu San and Xu Si, they have disappeared without a trace.

However, as soon as she entered the venue, Feng Baobao's empty eyes subconsciously scanned the entire area again, and almost instantly locked onto the white figure sitting under the shade of a tree in the distance!

She stopped in her tracks and stared straight ahead.

Her unusual behavior immediately caught the attention of the people around her.

"Bao'er, what's wrong? What did you see this time?"

Following her gaze, Zhang Chulan saw the young man in white sitting with his eyes closed, seemingly out of place amidst the surrounding noise. He immediately recalled Feng Baobao's words from down the mountain and asked in a low voice.

"That person... is that the... very strong person you mentioned before?"

Feng Baobao nodded vigorously, her gaze never leaving Wang Xuan.

"it's him."

Zhang Chulan's heart skipped a beat. Someone who could earn Bao'er's praise of "very strong" twice in a row must be extraordinary.

He nudged Feng Xingtong, who was curiously looking around, and asked in a low voice:

"Xingtong, do you know that person sitting under that tree over there? Who is he?"

He thought that Feng Xingtong, as the young master of the World Society, was knowledgeable and experienced, and might know some information.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xingtong looked at Wang Xuan carefully, scrutinizing him from head to toe for a long time, but his brows furrowed more and more tightly.

He tried hard to search his memory for information on the young talents of various sects and families, but found that he had no recollection of this face or his demeanor.

"This one……"

Feng Xingtong shook his head somewhat awkwardly and smiled wryly.

"Forgive my poor eyesight, but I really don't recognize this person."

Judging from their attire, they seemed to be from a Taoist sect, but I had no idea which one they belonged to.

It was like...like it appeared out of nowhere.

He didn't even recognize Feng Xingtong? Zhang Chulan was even more surprised.

Just then, the chubby, bespectacled man known for his intelligence gathering skills, Canglong, also came over and asked with a grin:

"Hey, what are you talking about? Did you discover some expert?"

Feng Xingtong then pointed Wang Xuan out to Canglong. Canglong squinted at him for a long time, looking equally bewildered, indicating that no such person could be found in the database.

Their whispers and pointing gestures unknowingly attracted the attention of a small group of people around them, who all looked curiously at the unusually quiet figure under the big tree.

Just then, Feng Baobao seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned her head, saying to Zhang Chulan with a serious expression:

"Zhang Chulan, how about I go and take care of those rivals who might get in your way right now?"

Her voice wasn't quiet, and her tone was so calm that it sounded like she was just saying she was going to tidy up the room.

But this shocking statement, in this already sensitive and tense atmosphere, was tantamount to dropping a bombshell!

Instantly, a large area around them fell silent!

Almost all the extraordinary people who heard this turned their gazes toward him, their eyes filled with astonishment, anger, mockery, and the look of someone looking at a fool!

Zhang Chulan's face instantly turned green, and cold sweat poured down his face. He wished he could immediately cover Feng Baobao's mouth.

At this incredibly awkward moment, which was almost enough to provoke public outrage, an indescribable, gentle yet vast and boundless pressure suddenly enveloped the entire venue!

Everyone felt a sudden pang of fear, as if the cacophony had been abruptly cut off by an invisible hand!

At the entrance, a tall, kind-faced old man with white hair and beard, dressed in an ordinary Taoist robe, walked in slowly, surrounded by a group of people with extraordinary bearing.

Leading the group was none other than Zhang Zhiwei, the undisputed master of Longhu Mountain and the pinnacle of the supernatural world!

Beside the Old Celestial Master were several heavyweights among the Ten Elders, such as Lu Jin, Lü Ci, and Wang Ai. Each of them was a major figure whose mere presence would shake the entire world of supernatural beings.

What's even more eye-catching is that Grandpa Lu Jin personally pushed a wheelchair, in which sat an elderly man with a gaunt face and wide-open eyes, who was none other than the old Celestial Master's junior brother, Tian Jinzhong.

The appearance of this group of big shots instantly attracted everyone's attention, and the small commotion from before was immediately suppressed.

The old master wore a warm smile, his gaze sweeping across the entire room, and was about to say something.

However, Lu Jin, who was standing next to him, suddenly narrowed his gentle eyes as he scanned the entire scene, and his gaze instantly fixed on the big tree not far away!

His gaze was fixed on the white-clad youth who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed in deep thought!

A look of extreme astonishment and disbelief flashed across Lu Jin's face, followed by a reaction as if she had seen something that should never have been there.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and even his breathing stopped for a moment!

Chapter 35 Old Lu Jin's Time is Approaching?

The atmosphere on the high platform was originally solemn yet enthusiastic.

The old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei had just announced the rules of the Luo Tian Grand Ritual. His voice was gentle yet contained an undeniable authority, which resounded throughout the entire venue.

Below, the young superhumans were eager to get started and began to draw lots to determine their fate in the upcoming battles.

However, Lu Jin, standing next to the old master, felt as if she were in another world.

All his attention and all his senses were firmly drawn to the white figure under the big tree not far away, and he could not look away even a little bit!

His aged hand, gripping the handle of Tian Jinzhong's wheelchair, was white at the knuckles from the excessive force and trembling slightly.

His breathing became heavy and disordered at that moment, and the originally harmonious and powerful Qi around him was like a lake surface thrown with a boulder.

Uncontrollably rippling violently, it revealed the extreme shock and turmoil in its heart!

Standing next to him, Zhang Zhiwei immediately noticed his old friend's unusual behavior.

He knew Lu Jin too well. This Lu family patriarch, who was upright and resolute throughout his life and had experienced many trials and tribulations, possessed profound cultivation and an unwavering will.

Ordinary events could never have caused him to lose his composure like this, to the point that he couldn't even control his own breathing.

The old celestial master turned his head slightly, his seemingly cloudy but insightful eyes looking at Lu Jin with a hint of concern and doubt, and asked softly:

"Old Lu, what you just did...?"

He didn't finish his sentence because he realized that Lu Jin didn't react to his words.

Lu Jin's gaze remained fixed on that direction, her eyes slightly reddened, with a hint of tears glistening within them!

His eyes were incredibly complex, filled with disbelief, reminiscence, excitement, and an indescribable... affection for his child.

This is absolutely unprecedented!

What could possibly cause Lu Jin, who was "flawless throughout his life," to nearly lose control of his emotions and burst into tears in front of so many people?

Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but call out again, raising his voice slightly, his curiosity growing even stronger.

Lu Jin seemed to be jolted awake from his extreme shock and memories. He snapped back to his senses, but was still somewhat absent-minded.