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

Judging from Wang Xuan's tone, it seems that he knows more about the ins and outs of Feng Hou Qi Men than I, a cultivator, do.

A strong sense of suspicion welled up in Wang Ye's heart. He scrutinized Wang Xuan, his eyes filled with inquiry and vigilance.

"Mr. Wang, what do you mean by that? You... could it be that you also..."

Wang Xuan seemed to see through his thoughts. Before he could finish speaking, he smiled and waved his hand, interrupting his guess, his tone carrying a playful frankness:

"Don't look at me like that, I've never practiced your Feng Hou Qi Men."

He spoke lightly, but it instilled in Wang a profound and unfathomable fear.

How could someone who has never practiced Feng Hou Qi Men be able to reveal its core essence in a single sentence?

Why would one ask a question like "doubt" that directly addresses the essence of the technique?

The mountain breeze seemed to freeze. Wang Ye stood under the pine tree, looking at the young man before him with a calm smile that seemed to see through everything.

For the first time, he realized that the mysterious veil behind the extraordinary skill he had inherited, which claimed to be able to control directions, manipulate the four compasses, and transform himself into a king, was perhaps far deeper than he knew.

Wang Xuan's seemingly casual words were like a key, about to unlock a door he might not want to face.

Chapter 89 The Great Monkey Zhou Sheng

Wang Xuan's words echoed on the quiet mountain road, each word like a heavy hammer blow striking Wang Ye's heart.

"Feng Hou Qi Men is essentially still a type of Qi Men technique."

Wang Xuan's voice was calm and even, as if he were stating an objective fact.

"Therefore, when you activate it, you will inevitably need to set up your own 'Qimen Formation'."

Wang remained silent, unable to refute. This is the foundation of Feng Hou Qi Men.

Wang Xuan continued reciting the core mantra:

"'Born to rule the heavens, encompassing the changes of the heavens, I will become king.'"

His gaze seemed to pierce through Wang Ye, seeing the intangible yet real Qimen formation.

"The essence of Feng Hou Qi Men lies in the fact that it allows the practitioner to manipulate the four plates almost at will within the Qi Men formation they have created."

Manipulating the relative changes of time and space. All the interactions, directions, fortunes, and misfortunes within the game are determined by you, the 'King'.

What he described was the most awe-inspiring and enviable ability of Feng Hou Qi Men – within its own framework, it can be described as omniscient and omnipotent.

However, Wang Xuan's tone suddenly shifted, like a sharp sword being drawn, directly addressing the core issue:

"But, Wang Ye, just how far can your 'Qimen Formation' expand? Ten miles? A hundred miles? Or... can it be infinite, truly encompassing this entire vast universe?"

Wang Ye's body trembled slightly, his lips tightened, and his face appeared somewhat pale in the moonlight.

He couldn't answer. While the Feng Hou Qi Men technique is powerful, the practitioner's cultivation and spiritual strength ultimately have their limits. His scope was limited.

It falls far short of the extent described in "the transformation of the universe," which covers the entire universe.

This had always been a vague question deep in his heart, but it was usually overshadowed by the powerful force of Feng Hou Qi Men and he was unwilling to delve into it.

Wang Xuan didn't look at him, but his gaze seemed to casually drift to a sparrow perched on a branch of an old tree nearby.

The sparrow was inconspicuous in the night, simply standing there quietly, as if blending into its surroundings.

Wang Xuan's voice carried an almost cruel inquiry.

"This 'transform me into a king'... does it only allow you to be a self-deceiving 'king' within your own small and limited Qimen formation?"

Once you're out of the game, or facing a much larger set of 'rules' outside of it, what will become of you, the 'king'?

His words, like the sharpest needle, pierced through the potentially fragile nature beneath the "absolute control" facade of Feng Hou Qi Men.

The moment he finished speaking, the sparrow on the branch, which had been quiet, suddenly became restless, its little head turning around incessantly.

Its claws moved restlessly on the branch, making a soft rustling sound, as if trying to express something, but constrained by its form.

Wang Xuan took in the sparrow's unusual movements and a knowing smile appeared on his face. He then looked away and turned to Wang Ye, who was deep in thought and had his brows furrowed.

"Okay, that's enough."

Wang Xuan's tone relaxed, as if his earlier earth-shattering words were just casual conversation.

"It seems that someone is getting a little anxious."

He stepped forward, reached out, and gently patted Wang Ye's shoulder. The gesture was casual, yet carried an indescribable weight.

"Your Majesty, as we part, I offer you a piece of advice. I hope you will consider it carefully."

Wang Xuan's gaze was profound, as if it contained ancient wisdom.

"The wise seek strength within themselves, while the unwise seek it without."

After saying that, he stopped, withdrew his hand, turned around, and continued walking down the mountain path. His figure was quickly swallowed up by the shadows of the trees along the roadside.

Just as he left, the restless sparrow on the branch suddenly took flight, silently tracing an arc, and followed Wang Xuan from a distance, like a silent ghost.

Only Wang Ye remained, standing frozen in the shadow of the pine tree, as if he had been turned into a sculpture.

Wang Xuan's words echoed repeatedly in his mind—"the size of the Qimen formation," "the limited king," "seeking power within"... These words were like keys.

He is trying to open a door that he has never dared to touch easily before. Behind the door lies the secret of Feng Hou Qi Men, his own life, and even the rules that govern this world.

A deeper truth. He felt an unprecedented sense of bewilderment, and a heavy feeling of being awakened.

Wang Xuan walked alone on the moonlit mountain path, his steps leisurely.

He walked for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The mountain path gradually widened, and he could already see scattered city lights in the distance.

Just then, he suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, without turning his head, as if speaking to the empty space behind him, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery:

"Old man, aren't you going to show yourself? If you keep following me like this, I'm afraid I'll end up in the city. Or do you want to come home with me for a cup of tea?"

His voice echoed through the quiet mountain road, sounding somewhat abrupt.

The next moment, a slightly hoarse voice, tinged with exasperation yet imbued with an inexplicable air of authority, suddenly rang out in the air.

It seemed to come from all directions, or perhaps it resonated directly in one's mind:

"Hmph! You brat! You're so sharp-tongued! Do you even know that you just ruined something big for me!"

As this sound rang out, the sparrow that had been quietly following Wang Xuan in the night sky above his head suddenly underwent an astonishing change!

It suddenly stopped in flight, and a hazy, distorted halo appeared around it.

Its form, like a reflection in water tossed with a pebble, begins to violently ripple, expand, and recombine! Feathers fall away, claws take shape, and the bird's head stretches out…

In just a few blinks of an eye, enveloped in that hazy halo, the little sparrow transformed out of thin air into a tall, thin old man wearing a tattered Taoist robe!

The old man had white hair and beard, but his face did not look very old. Instead, he had a unique vitality that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

He was thin, but stood straight, like a lone pine tree on a cliff.

He stood there in mid-air, slowly landing on the road not far in front of Wang Xuan, his Taoist robe fluttering slightly in the night wind.

His demeanor was both otherworldly and ethereal, yet there was an indescribable sense of alienation, as if he were out of place with his surroundings.

Wang Xuan looked at the old man who had suddenly appeared, without any surprise on his face, as if he had expected it all along.

He straightened his robes, and respectfully performed the traditional greeting of a junior meeting a senior before the old man, speaking in a calm tone:

"My name is Wang Xuan. I greet Zhou Sheng and Senior Zhou."

The old man who appeared out of thin air was none other than Zhou Sheng, one of the Thirty-Six Righteous Men, the founder of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques "Feng Hou Qi Men", and a famous Wudang master!

Zhou Sheng's eyes, which seemed to see through all the changes in the world, were fixed on Wang Xuan.

He seemed to be trying to find even the slightest hint of panic or surprise on Wang Xuan's face, but he was disappointed. Wang Xuan's expression was as calm as a deep pool.

Zhou Sheng frowned, his voice tinged with surprise and uncertainty:

"You...you brat, you knew I was following you?"

Chapter 90 Old Zhou bestows extraordinary skills under the moon

Faced with Zhou Sheng's probing and surprised question, Wang Xuan merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, without giving a direct answer.

That smile seemed to say: What do you think?

This nonchalant attitude of having everything under control made Zhou Sheng, an old monster who had lived for countless years and seen countless storms, feel a strange sense of unease and... curiosity.

He looked Wang Xuan up and down, his eyes, which seemed to be able to see through the mysteries of the universe, gleaming with a sharp light. His previous slight displeasure was quickly replaced by an excitement as if he had seen a "fine piece of jade".

He rubbed his hands together, a smile of both allure and expectation spreading across his face, and his tone became more eager:

"Hehe, kid!"

Zhou Sheng took two steps closer, almost touching Wang Xuan.

"I see that you have an exceptionally deep understanding of our Feng Hou Qi Men! You hit the nail on the head with just a few words, almost leaving my good-for-nothing grand-disciple dumbfounded."

"How about it? Interested in learning this Feng Hou Qi Men technique from this old man?"

He was indeed hiding in Longhu Mountain that day and witnessed Wang Xuan suppressing Lu Jin's triple rebirth.

Wang Xuan's effortless demeanor, unfathomable Qi, and excessively youthful appearance all left a very deep impression on him.

In his long life, the last guy who was so young and so "perverted" was the pervert on Longhu Mountain.

Now that he has met Wang Xuan, he is indeed delighted, feeling that this is simply a successor tailor-made for Feng Hou Qi Men – his talent, temperament, and strength are all top-notch.

However, Wang Xuan's reaction surprised him somewhat.

Wang Xuan shook his head slowly but firmly, almost without hesitation.

His eyes were clear and focused, without any greed or longing for the title of "Eight Extraordinary Skills".

He understood the principles and the huge potential risks of Feng Hou Qi Men, but to be honest, he didn't have much of a yearning for it.

Qimen divination is profound and extensive, involving directions, time and space, and the changes of mutual generation and restraint. It differs from the path of reverse life threefold cultivation, which directly points to the primordial Qi and pursues the sublimation of one's own life in terms of fundamental concepts.

More importantly, he is currently in the most critical and difficult bottleneck period of the Reverse Life Triple, and his future is uncertain, as if he were in a thick fog.

At this point, it would be unwise to be distracted by another equally profound and potentially chaotic technique.

It's like trying to bite off more than you can chew, and it might even lead to both problems being compromised and causing you to go astray.

"Senior Zhou."

Wang Xuan bowed respectfully to Zhou Sheng once again, his tone sincere yet leaving no room for doubt.

"I appreciate your kindness and am deeply grateful. However, I only wish to focus wholeheartedly on studying the Triple Rebirth Technique and strive to make further progress on this path."

As for other profound and mysterious methods... let's put them aside for now.

His words were frank and resolute, clearly stating his path and choices.

Upon hearing Wang Xuan's refusal, Zhou Sheng was not angry at all; instead, his eyes lit up even more, and he clapped his hands and laughed:

"Wonderful! Wonderful! It is precisely because you are so single-minded, without greed or attachment, that you have the most suitable state of mind for cultivating the Feng Hou Qi Men!"

The more he looked at Wang Xuan, the more satisfied he became. He felt that this young man was determined and unmoved by external things, making him the best candidate to inherit the extraordinary skill.

An idea formed in his somewhat mad yet wise mind.

Suddenly, Zhou Sheng's expression changed, his gaze abruptly turning to the darkness in the distance behind Wang Xuan. A look of extreme surprise appeared on his face, and he exclaimed in disbelief:

"Huh?! Celestial Master?! What brings you here?!"

The shout was incredibly realistic, filled with a sense of being caught off guard, as if the supreme master of Longhu Mountain had suddenly descended upon this place.

However, Wang Xuan didn't even lift his eyelids, nor did he move his body. He continued to quietly watch Zhou Sheng, his ambiguous smile deepening, as if he were watching a poor performance.

"Senior Zhou."

Wang Xuan shook his head slightly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"If you do it this way... then it really won't be interesting."

Such childish tricks had no effect on his extremely keen intuition.

Seeing that his little trick had been so easily exposed, Zhou Sheng showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, he chuckled, with a roguish air of "You found out, but so what?"

Without further ado, a glint flashed in his eyes, and his withered right hand suddenly rose up, pressing down on Wang Xuanxu!

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any dazzling burst of light.

But in that instant, Wang Xuan clearly felt that the space-time around him seemed to have been thrown into some kind of extremely viscous, stagnant amber!