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

After a fierce collision, Wang Xuan used the recoil to float backward more than ten meters, hovering steadily in mid-air.

He took a deep breath, and the surging Qi around him calmed down slightly, but his eyes became even sharper and more focused.

"Old Master."

Wang Xuan's voice traveled clearly to the other side through the intense energy aftershocks.

"The next move is an application of the Reverse Life Triple Technique that I can currently control, so please be careful."

Upon hearing this, the old celestial master slightly subsided the surging golden light around him, revealing his face, which still carried a smile but now held a hint of seriousness.

He flicked his sleeves, his eyes gleaming:

"Alright! Bring it on! Let this old man broaden his horizons!"

He was genuinely happy; it had been so many years since he had "stretched his muscles" like this, except for the turmoil decades ago.

Although Lu Jin's Reverse Rebirth Double Technique was not bad, it was still somewhat lacking compared to his own, making it difficult for him to truly arouse his interest.

Wang Xuan stood in mid-air, his palms slowly coming together in front of his chest, making a crisp "snap" sound.

As he made this move, the white Qi flames that were originally swirling around him and were relatively scattered suddenly seemed to be frantically attracted by some invisible force, and they gathered and compressed towards him!

The vast energy flowed like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, instantly forming a huge white energy ball about five meters in diameter around his body, as thick as liquid milk!

The energy surged and boiled violently, completely engulfing Wang Xuan's figure and emitting terrifying energy fluctuations that made one's heart tremble!

The old master's smile faded slightly, and his eyes became extremely solemn.

He could clearly sense that an extremely terrifying power was being nurtured within that ball of white energy!

The next moment, the huge white ball of energy began to deform, shrink, and reshape itself at a speed visible to the naked eye!

It's as if an invisible hand is meticulously sculpting it!

In the blink of an eye, the white Qi clump rapidly condensed and solidified!

Wang Xuan's true form reappeared, still hovering in the same spot, his eyes closed and his expression solemn.

Behind him, a colossal giant, formed entirely from the purest white Qi, suddenly materialized!

This giant was over ten meters tall, towering into the sky! Its face and figure bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Wang Xuan himself, as if it were a scaled-up version of him!

The giant was crystal clear, radiating a holy and majestic light, and surrounded by a white aura that seemed to be tangible, like a god who had stepped out of ancient mythology!

An even greater and more terrifying pressure than before, like a tangible mountain, crashed down upon this valley!

"Old Celestial Master, be careful!"

Wang Xuan suddenly opened his tightly closed eyes, his vision filled with pure white!

His mind moved——

The enormous Qi figure seemed to come alive, its massive head lowered, its "eyes," composed entirely of Qi, hollow yet seemingly containing boundless power.

Instantly, they locked onto the old Celestial Master below, who looked as small as an ant!

Immediately afterwards, the giant raised its enormous fist, which was as big as a house!

It appears slow, but in reality it is as fast as lightning, carrying a terrifying power that can crush everything and endless white energy.

It tore through the air, emitting a muffled, thunderous roar, and crashed down on the old master!

Before the fist even arrived, the terrifying pressure had already caused the ground beneath the old master's feet to collapse by one layer!

The surrounding airflow was violently compressed, emitting a shrill whistle like a ghost's howl!

Standing in the shadow of the giant fist, the old master looked up at the attack that was like a meteor falling from the sky. His lips twitched involuntarily, and his white beard trembled slightly.

Even he felt unprecedented pressure in the face of such terrifying methods that could be described as "following the laws of heaven and earth"!

But amidst this pressure, there was an overwhelming sense of excitement and admiration!

"Good lad!!!"

The old master let out a sound that was hard to tell whether it was a sigh or a gasp of surprise.

"Truly...the younger generation is formidable!!!"

Chapter 43 Going to treat Old Man Tian

In the end, the matter concluded without any suspense with the old master Zhang Zhiwei unleashing his extremely powerful and domineering thunder magic.

The dazzling white lightning, containing destructive power, descended like a heavenly punishment, instantly tearing apart the massive Qi figure that Wang Xuan had condensed with the reversed triple Qi breath.

Its body was also shaken, causing its blood and qi to churn, and it was sent flying backward before finally falling helplessly to the ground.

While the Reverse Life Triple Technique is indeed incredibly wondrous and can be considered the ultimate defense, it ultimately falls short in the face of the Old Celestial Master's thunder magic, which he has honed for over a hundred years, reaching a state of perfection and possessing unparalleled power.

The difference in their realms, the profound accumulation of their life cultivation, and the inherent restraining effect of thunder magic on all evil and acquired qi all determined the outcome of this sparring match.

Wang Xuan was defeated without a doubt.

However, the old celestial master's gaze toward Wang Xuan was not one of contempt, but rather filled with unprecedented admiration and amazement.

He slowly dissipated the remaining crackling lightning around him, his breathing becoming slightly heavy.

Clearly, breaking through Wang Xuan's final and strongest Qi attack was not as easy as it seemed on the surface.

"Boy..."

The old Celestial Master's voice was filled with heartfelt emotion. He looked at Wang Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged, trying to regulate his breathing and calm the turbulent Qi within his body, and said earnestly, word by word:

"Incredible, truly incredible! With your current age and cultivation level, in this world of extraordinary beings, apart from myself... you can rightfully be called—the second best in the world!"

This assessment, coming from the mouth of this universally acknowledged "top expert," carries such weight that it is enough to shake the entire world of supernatural beings!

Wang Xuan did not respond immediately. He closed his eyes and focused his mind, fully activating the Reverse Life Triple Technique. White Qi flowed through his damaged meridians like warm spring water, quickly repairing the minor injuries and internal organ tremors caused by the collision.

The powerful regenerative abilities of the Reverse Life Triple System were on full display at this moment.

After about five minutes, the turbulent Qi within Wang Xuan's body finally calmed down completely, and his pale face regained its rosy hue.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze clear and unwavering, his eyes reflecting a restrained yet profound light.

He didn't use his full strength this time. You know, he still has the Horse Talisman on him. Even if he can't beat the Celestial Master, he can definitely keep the Celestial Master occupied for a whole day.

Upon hearing the old Celestial Master's high praise, Wang Xuan simply smiled calmly and shook his head.

"Old Celestial Master, you jest. 'Second in the world' is nothing but empty title. In my cultivation, I seek self-transcendence and enlightenment, not these worldly honors. As for who is stronger and who is weaker, I have my own judgment in my heart, and there is no need for outsiders to judge."

His tone was calm and sincere, without the slightest feigned humility, but rather a genuine indifference from the bottom of his heart.

This detached and otherworldly state of mind made the old master's eyes show even more appreciation.

"Excellent! What a wonderful statement about not being swayed by external things or disturbed by empty fame!"

The old celestial master stroked his long, snow-white beard and laughed heartily, his laughter filled with satisfaction.

"These days, young people of your age who possess such a clear and insightful mind are extremely rare, truly exceptional!"

The more he looked at Wang Xuan, the more pleasing he found him. Compared to his own conflicted and stubborn disciple, Wang Xuan's open-mindedness and understanding were much more to his liking.

Wang Xuan stood up, brushed the dust off his Taoist robe, and turned his gaze to the old Celestial Master, his expression becoming solemn:

"Master, now that our sparring is over, it's time to fulfill my promise to you. Let's not delay any longer and go find Elder Tian now."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei, the old Celestial Master who was always unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, trembled almost imperceptibly.

Deep within those insightful eyes, a complex emotion flickered—anticipation, tension, a cautious fear of disappointment, and above all, a deep and unwavering love for his junior brother.

Ultimately, even though Zhang Zhiwei possessed extraordinary cultivation and was revered as a supreme being, he was still just a mortal and had never ascended to immortality.

As long as you are human and live in this world, there will always be some people and some things that you value more than yourself.

His junior brother Tian Jinzhong, who had a life full of hardships and torment, was undoubtedly the softest and heaviest part of his heart.

If he hadn't separated from Lao Tian back then, Lao Tian wouldn't have suffered so much.

Over the years, he has visited almost every famous doctor in the world of supernatural beings and even in the secular world, using all kinds of rare and precious materials and mystical methods, but none of them could help Lao Tian in the slightest.

Every time hope is ignited, it is immediately extinguished; the torment involved is beyond the comprehension of outsiders.

Wang Xuan's previous promise was like a glimmer of light cast into endless darkness, making him both yearn for it and fear that the light would be extinguished again.

The old master's voice lowered subconsciously, carrying a rare hint of hesitation.

"We've just been through a fierce battle, and we're both exhausted... Are you in good enough shape to go now? Besides, don't we need to do any preparation?"

He didn't doubt Wang Xuan's abilities, but the matter was too important, and he had to ensure that everything went perfectly.

Wang Xuan naturally understood the old Celestial Master's concerns. He smiled slightly, his tone relaxed yet carrying an undeniable confidence:

"Don't worry, Master. It was just a small matter and didn't take much effort. The exertion I just experienced is no longer a problem."

Looking into Wang Xuan's calm and resolute eyes, the old Celestial Master took a deep breath and nodded heavily:

"Alright! In that case, follow me!"

The next moment, the two figures vanished like ghosts from the devastated valley, leaving no trace.

The two reappeared later, outside a very quiet and secluded side room in the backyard of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

Night had fallen, and only a faint, dim light shone from the room, making it exceptionally quiet, even somewhat desolate.

"This... is the room where Lao Tian is recuperating."

The old master's voice was slightly hoarse. He pointed to the tightly closed wooden door, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Without much hesitation, he reached out and gently pushed open the door that seemed to separate two worlds.

"Squeak-"

The wooden door made a slight sound.

The scene inside the room came into view: the furnishings were simple and plain, with a bed, a table, a few chairs, and a faint smell of herbs and the unique waning air of an old man.

A drowsy young Taoist priest was slumped over a table not far away.

On the bed, an old man with white hair and beard, empty limbs, and staring eyes lay quietly.

He was none other than the old Celestial Master's junior brother, Tian Jinzhong.

Wang Xuan's gaze fell on Elder Tian, ​​his eyes calm and unwavering.

He followed closely behind the old master and stepped into the room filled with heaviness and sorrow.

Looking at Old Tian lying on the bed, Wang Xuan couldn't help but sigh.

Chapter 44 A Miracle!

Inside the room, the light was dim, and the air was filled with a faint, year-old bitter smell of herbs, as well as an indescribable sense of melancholy belonging to someone who had been ill for a long time.

On the bed, Tian Jinzhong, whose limbs were all broken, heard the door open and turned his head slightly with difficulty.

When he saw that it was his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei who pushed open the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his cloudy eyes.

Old Tian's voice sounded strong and clear, but with a hint of sluggishness from not speaking for a long time.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night, junior brother? Why are you here?"

His gaze passed over Zhang Zhiwei and landed on Wang Xuan, who followed him into the room.

When he saw this unfamiliar young man dressed in white with an extraordinary air about him, the doubt in Old Tian's eyes deepened:

"And... who is this?"

He had never seen such a person at the Celestial Master's Mansion.

The old celestial master strode to the bedside, forcing a relaxed smile as usual, as if he were bringing just ordinary good news:

"Hehe, Lao Tian, ​​I hope I didn't disturb your rest? I brought a doctor over for you, maybe... this time there really is a way!"

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Old Tian's empty sleeves and trouser legs, and the deep sorrow in his eyes, no matter how he tried to hide it, still betrayed a trace of it.

Upon hearing this, Old Tian gave a bittersweet yet relieved smile, and shook his head:

"Hehe... Senior brother, I appreciate your kindness. But why bother?"

Over the years, countless extraordinary individuals, renowned doctors, and even top experts from abroad have come to see us... and what has been the result?

It's all the same; it's all in vain.

He paused, his voice low yet carrying a calm acceptance of fate: