Simultaneous Time Travel: Am I the only normal person among them?

Master Ma must be very touched!

Ma Xianhong: You're such a nice person, thank you so much.

"Let's eat first."

After everyone's attention was focused on him, Village Chief Ma calmly spoke.

Everyone was stunned.

Then, we saw Village Chief Ma eating his rice with his head covered.

Seeing this, Fu Rong nodded in satisfaction, sat down gracefully, and continued to chat with Luke.

Many of the more intelligent people realized what was happening, lowered their heads, and started eating without saying a word.

Qiu Rang's expression froze. This plot was not what he had expected.

In the end, it was Zhang Kun, the Earth Immortal, who took pity on him and pulled Qiu Rang to sit down.

And so, the dispute was resolved.

Fu Rong gained the favor of Master Wang (?), Luke was tacitly allowed to stay in Biyou Village, Village Chief Ma could focus on eating and filling his stomach, and the group of talented individuals also got their fill of gossip.

Except for Qiu Rang, everyone got what they wanted.

That's wonderful news!

After the meal, the group dispersed.

Village Chief Ma sat motionless at the dining table, watching Luke.

Fu Rong and Liu Wu Kui decided to stay and wash the dishes and clean.

"Let me do it."

Luke offered to help.

"No need, no need. This is such a small matter, why would I trouble you, Daoist Master? Why don't you go for a stroll in the village first? I'll call you for dinner later."

"Cleaned up."

Luke ignored him and muttered to himself.

Then, a magical scene appeared.

The bowls and chopsticks flew automatically to the sink, the faucet turned on automatically, the water spun and floated, and foam was squeezed out. The kitchen was filled with tinkling sounds, as if a piano piece was being played.

Fu Rong stared in disbelief, rubbing her eyes.

Liu Wu Kui skipped over and picked up the cleaned bowl to examine it carefully.

It's really clean now, there's not a trace of oil left!

Are there other superhumans with this kind of special ability?

Or perhaps someone's ancestors stopped studying how to attain immortality and instead started figuring out how to do housework?

Your ancestors were probably professional Jews, right? I suggest you check if you have any relatives with the surname Xi.

Seeing this move, Village Chief Ma remained expressionless.

But inwardly, he was wondering what kind of technique this was—telekinesis? Object manipulation? Or some kind of cultivation method?

However, I couldn't figure out how he was circulating his Qi; it's quite interesting.

"Master Wang, do you really want to learn my Divine Hundred Refinements technique?"

Ma Xianhong asked.

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Chapter 38 Divine Craftsmanship Acquired!

"Village Chief Ma, I don't quite understand what you're saying. To be honest, I just want to see more of this magnificent landscape."

Luke said slowly.

Ma Xianhong smiled.

This Taoist priest, he was so carefree just now, he thought this Master Wang was some kind of understanding and reasonable person.

Looking at it now, Qiu Rang was right after all; it was just a minor, unorthodox path!

The two looked at each other in silence, acting like wooden figures.

Fu Rong and Liu Wu Kui took the opportunity to slip away, but what happened next was not their concern.

Mosquitoes swarmed outside the window, and cicadas chirped; the heat was intense, it was summer.

Da da da.

Ma Xianhong tapped his fingers on the table, seemingly deep in thought.

Luke remained silent, simply watching Master Ma, who seemed to care deeply about the world.

It's as if it means, "If you don't agree, I'm happy to keep dragging this on."

"Master Wang, it's not that I can't teach you the Divine Hundred Refinements, but you have to promise me one thing."

After much deliberation, Village Chief Ma decided to pass on this skill.

People from Wudang Mountain, with their character vetted by their sect, are unlikely to be of poor quality.

Although he seems shameless now, it also shows that he's quite quick-witted and doesn't rigidly adhere to any rules or regulations.

Moreover, Ma Xianhong's main principle is education for all.

If you're willing to learn, I'm happy to teach you. As for whether you can learn it, and what you want to do with it after you learn it?

Master Ma didn't care.

He was such a stubborn, frank, and "good person" who didn't care about the consequences of his actions.

Of course, Master Ma is not a fool. Giving every request is what a true saint should do, and repaying kindness is the philosophy he believes in.

Therefore, he put forward a condition.

"I'm only responsible for teaching. Whether you learn it or not is none of my business. But after I finish teaching, you have to promise to do something for me."

"As for what this matter is, I haven't thought about it yet. We'll talk about it later!"

"No problem, I agree."

Luke readily agreed.

Ma Xianhong was stunned for a moment.

No, aren't you going to ask me what I need you to do?

Do you really think you'd dare to challenge the current Celestial Master, a death wish, while bearing the name of Wudang?

When Master Ma saw the smile on Luke's lips, his eyelids twitched.

Oh no, we've been tricked!

This young Taoist priest always seemed so elegant and refined; I thought he was some respectable person.

I reckon most of the previous awkwardness was just an act.

Sure enough, Fu Rong's infatuated gaze towards men remained as terrible as ever.

But since the words had already been spoken, Village Chief Ma couldn't be petty and go back on his word.

Let's teach him, it's not a big deal.

Besides, even if he wanted to teach, no one in the village wanted to learn.

Every villager was a follower of Master Ma, regarding him as a god. How could mortals learn the magic of a god?

The remaining highly skilled individuals mostly have their own areas of expertise and would not give up their decades-long training to become weapon refiners.

The only person in the village willing to learn from him was Qiu Rang, who had little talent.

However, they can only refine low-level magical artifacts, and at most they are only slightly better than ordinary artifact refiners, with extremely limited improvement.

There's a certain aesthetic appeal to it, as if the strength isn't mine, but rather the strength of the hero.

Qiu Rang: ?

"Village Chief Ma, shall we go to your home to discuss this in detail?"

"I also can."

"Then I'll have to trouble Village Chief Ma."

Luke bowed and thanked him.

Village Chief Ma did not shy away; he preached to Luke that he was a master strategist and deserved such a respectful greeting.

At this point, Ma Xianhong was far from realizing the seriousness of the problem.

A Taoist priest should, in theory, study the Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams, talismans and magic, and seek the cultivation of both body and mind.

But Luke, is he a proper Taoist priest?

So, let's get some gold coins, Jack Ma!

As night falls, Biyou Village is dotted with starlight, presenting a peaceful and serene scene.

"Where is Master Wang? Village Chief, have you seen Master Wang? I went to the village but couldn't find him."

Fu Rong pushed open the door and entered.

When it was time for dinner, she had prepared all the dishes and was just waiting for Master Wang to take his seat.

After searching for a long time, the person was gone.

Ma Xianhong did not respond; he remained silent.

Fu Rong found it strange that he didn't have the calm and composed demeanor he had during the day.

"Village chief! Village chief?"

Fu Rong waved her hand in front of Ma Xianhong, and only then did Village Chief Ma come to his senses.

However, he still looked somewhat dazed.

Fu Rong became curious. Usually, Village Chief Ma had the air of a superior person, and everyone thought he was an ambitious and aspiring man.

But today, after talking with Master Wang, why did I suddenly become listless for no reason?

"Village chief, where is Master Wang? Do you know where he went?"

"Master Wang? Wang Ye? Oh, he's gone."

Ma Xianhong answered subconsciously.

"What?! Master Wang is gone?!"

Fu Rong exclaimed in surprise.

Ma Xianhong nodded.

"Didn't Master Wang say he was going to stay for a while? Why did he suddenly leave? Could it be that that idiot Qiu Rang kicked Master Wang out?"

Fu Rong asked three questions in a row.

Ma Xianhong remained silent, staring at the perfectly intact empty scream in his hand, questioning the meaning of life.

The brief teacher-student teaching session that afternoon came back to mind.

"I understand now, the Divine Strategist's Hundred Refinements."

"That's great! I'm starting to understand everything!"

"Village Chief Ma, how about we join forces to build a Gundam? Yes, one of those giant robots that are tens of meters tall."

"No, let's make Kamen Rider first, then let Kamen Rider pilot Gundam. Perfect idea!"

Master Wang's incessant ramblings still echo in Ma Xianhong's ears.

Ma Xianhong only mentioned it briefly and then demonstrated how to operate it. This Taoist priest Wang learned the Divine Refinement Technique in a speed of 188 seconds.

Luke learned the Divine Machine Technique in an afternoon.

Qiu Rang, on the other hand, spent nearly a hundred days.