After all, the Innate Skill was his lifeâs work and pride.
âSo thatâs it, incorporating the mysteries of the Big Dipper into the Innate Skill can lower its threshold, allowing Grandmasters to practice it!â
Wang Chongyangâs eyes shone brightly, and he couldnât help but slap his thigh and shout, standing up in excitement. He marveled at the improved Innate Skill.
The Quanzhen Seven were initially puzzled by their masterâs sudden change in expression and trembling body. It wasnât until Wang Chongyang exclaimed that they realized Ning Changge was communicating with him.
Hearing Wang Chongyangâs words, they exchanged glances, their emotions once again surging with disbelief.
From Wang Chongyangâs reaction, it was clear what Ning Changge was discussing.
âThe Little Immortal⦠has even improved the Innate Skill? Grandmasters can now practice itâ¦â
The Quanzhen Sevenâs breathing quickened, especially Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, and the newly promoted Tan Chuduan, all of whom were Grandmasters. This meant they could begin practicing the Innate Skill!
They couldnât help but gasp, staring blankly at the high platform.
Wang Chongyang looked at Ning Changge, his awe and admiration beyond words. He had always considered himself a rare martial arts prodigy in the Jianghu, but compared to Ning Changge, he seemed ordinary.
He had spent nearly a decade trying to combine the Innate Skill with the Nine Yin Manual, but Ning Changge had accomplished it in just three daysâand so perfectly.
The improved Innate Skillâs mantras echoed in his mind, leaving Wang Chongyang with nothing but admiration. Such ingenious ideas were beyond his reach, even with another twenty years.
He stood up straight and bowed deeply to Ning Changge. âChangge, this bow is to thank you for enriching the foundation of Quanzhen. With the Quanzhen Heart Method and Innate Skill, our legacy is secure. Thank you!â
His sincerity was evident.
He didnât make grand promises of future support but knew that if Ning Changge ever needed anything, the Quanzhen Sect would be there to help.
Seeing their grandmaster bow so deeply, the Quanzhen disciples followed suit, exclaiming, âThank you, Little Immortal, for enriching the foundation of Quanzhen!â
Ning Changge helped Wang Chongyang up and smiled. âMaster Chongyang gifted me the Quanzhen Daoist texts and martial arts. Iâm merely returning the favor. This is karma.â
He was open-minded and didnât dwell on it. If Wang Chongyang hadnât shared the Quanzhen martial arts with him, there wouldnât have been such gains.
The Quanzhen disciples were filled with emotion. Returning the favor was one thing, but the favor Ning Changge had returned was immense.
Wang Chongyang took several deep breaths to calm his emotions. Years of cultivation couldnât compare to the shock he had experienced today. What he had thought would be a normal lecture had turned into a day full of surprises from Ning Changge.
As Ning Changge sat on the platform, many admiring glances were cast his way.
With his lecture concluded, Ning Changge remained silent. Typically, the next part would be a Q&A session and mutual verification among the disciples.
However, given the excitement from Ning Changgeâs lecture, Wang Chongyang decided to lecture a second time, focusing on cultivating the mind.
As Wang Chongyangâs voice filled the hall, the disciplesâ excitement gradually subsided.
After an incense stickâs worth of time, the Q&A session began. Most questions were directed at the Quanzhen Seven, and if they couldnât answer, Wang Chongyang would step in. No one dared to question Ning Changge, out of respect. Though they were eager to ask, they feared their questions might be laughed at.
Time passed, and the lecture gradually drew to a close.
Ma Yu stood up, smiling. Thanks to Ning Changgeâs participation, this had been the most successful lecture in a decade, with everyone gaining something. He was about to conclude the session when a loud, frantic voice echoed from afar:
âSenior Brother! Senior Brother! Save me! If you donât, your junior brother will die!â
Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the voice and saw two figures approaching.
Leading the way was a chubby Daoist with small, round eyes, followed by a sinister-looking middle-aged man holding a snake-headed staff with a high nose bridge.
It was Zhou Botong and the Western Venom, Ouyang Feng!
Zhou Botong was known for his restlessness and had skipped the lecture to wander down the mountain, only to be ambushed by Ouyang Feng. Now, his face was darkened with poison, clearly having been bitten by snakes.
âI know I was wrong! I wonât be naughty anymore!â
âThis old venom is terrifying! He set snakes on me!â
Zhou Botong shouted, his eyes darting around for an opportunity, while venomous snakes slithered in from all directions, making everyoneâs skin crawl.
Ouyang Feng, the Western Venom, was known for his Toad Skill and mastery of snake control. As he played a flute, the snakes rose, flicking their tongues menacingly, creating a terrifying scene.@@novelbin@@
Ma Yu and the others were furious, shouting, âOuyang Feng, you call yourself one of the Song Dynastyâs Five Greats, yet you resort to such despicable tactics! Release my martial uncle, or youâll regret it!â
The Quanzhen Seven stepped forward, standing in a line. Though their martial skills werenât exceptional, their respect for their master and love for their disciples were unwavering. Even against a top-tier Heaven-Man like Ouyang Feng, they showed no fear.
Ouyang Feng lowered his flute and sneered. He ignored the Quanzhen Seven and looked at Wang Chongyang on the high platform.
However, the white-robed young Daoist beside him caught his attention.
He hadnât noticed this person before. Only now, as he looked over, did his pupils contract. He didnât know who this was, but they were seated alongside Wang Chongyang.
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