Chapter 10, Years of Flow

The man glanced to the side and, indeed, the Wenwang Mountain River Ding had vanished without a trace. His face turned pale, and he stammered, "No, of course not! The Daoist teachings of the Three Pure Ones emphasize a gradual approach. Relying solely on the words of the Three Pure Ones, even with another fifty years, a disciple would not be able to move the Wenwang Mountain River Ding..."

"The Liekua Sword?" Li Xuanzhen chuckled and said, "Of course, the Liekua Sword of Master Yuxu is unmatched by any ghost or deity, but one must at least possess the true essence of the Upper Clear realm to practice it, and I am still far from that."

Firstly, it is noted that Ji Bingxian has recently entered the realm of Taiqing Xuansheng, having defeated numerous opponents with higher cultivation levels than herself in the annual examination, thereby securing the first place in the Xuansheng realm examination. This marks her third consecutive first place in the annual examination. Ji Bingxian is akin to a celestial sword, and at this moment, she has begun to reveal her brilliance. Having cultivated for nine years, she has already attained the sixth level of Taiqing. Such speed, when viewed in the context of the Dao De Sect over the past thirty years, can only be compared to that of Shen Boyang. The Dao De Sect prioritizes the cultivation level of its disciples, and with Ji Bingxian's rapid progress, it is undoubtedly expected that she will succeed Ziwai Zhenren in leading Changyang Palace in the future. Having cultivated for nine years, she has already attained the sixth level of Taiqing. Such speed, when viewed in the context of the Dao De Sect over the past thirty years, can only be compared to that of Shen Boyang. The Dao De Sect prioritizes the cultivation level of its disciples, and with Ji Bingxian's rapid progress, it is undoubtedly expected that she will succeed Ziwai Zhenren in leading Changyang Palace in the future.

He nodded and said, "Indeed, you must give me three days to prepare. On the evening of the third day, we will meet again at the sword forging platform on the back mountain. This time, in our sword duel, we shall not limit our methods; let us rely on our own abilities!"

Ji Ruocheng gazed at the bronze cauldron, his demeanor unchanged, yet his heart gradually began to race. He took a small step forward, but as soon as his foot extended, he hurriedly pulled it back. Then, he stood still in place, not moving at all, merely fixated on the bronze cauldron.

Ji Ruochen exclaimed in surprise. It is impossible for Master Yuxu to withhold anything from the disciples of this sect. If that is the case, the few moves of the Liekong Sword that I have learned must have been specially created by Master Yuxu for me, and they do not require the activation of true essence.

At this moment, on Tai Xuan Peak, Master Jing Xiao was strolling alongside Huang Xing Lan, admiring the extraordinary scenery of the peak. Suddenly, a rapid sound of footsteps approached. Zhang Yin Yin, dressed in a vigorous outfit and carrying a wooden sword, burst forth from the flowering bushes, rushing past Master Jing Xiao and his wife as if he had not seen them.

Daoist Yunfeng said no more, performed a bow, and then exited the room

"Sparring?" Ji Ruocheng shook his head and said, "When have we ever sparred without drawing blood? No..."

After great turmoil comes great tranquility

Upon seeing this, Ji Ruocheng let out a bitter smile and immediately changed his tone, saying: "... However, it seems that not competing is not an option either. Just know that if you lose again, you will still be unable to escape a beating."

At midnight, a sudden long howl echoed from the peak of Tai Xuan, its sound clear as a phoenix's cry, lingering for a long time and heard within a radius of one hundred feet. Huang Xing and Lan Zheng, along with the real person Jing Xiao, were playing chess under the lamp. Upon hearing it, their faces immediately lit up with joy, and they said: "This is the sound of yearning! Let us go and take a look!"

However, they did not dare to pursue it

Zhang Yinyin listened, merely nodding slightly before turning to leave. This nonchalance surprised Ji Ruocheng once again

He was lost in thought, feeling a stagnation of energy and blood within him. Startled, he hurried back to his residence to enjoy the unexpected gains of the night

Zhang Yinyin certainly understood the implication behind Ji Ruocheng's words, and her face involuntarily flushed slightly. However, she quickly composed herself and said: "Rest assured, I am not here to fight you this time; we are merely here to spar."

At this moment, he resolved firmly not to reveal a single word about the Dissociation Immortal Technique

Ji Ruocheng snorted, extending his hand to shake out a thin black rope, ready to bind someone. Zhang Yinyin immediately took a step back and exclaimed, "I, Miss, am a person of my word and will never go back on it! You need not bind or hang anyone; just go ahead and make your move, I will not dodge at all."

The wooden sword made no sound as it swiftly descended, abruptly halting at the edge of the celadon vase, separated from it by merely a hair's breadth, yet it did not make contact. Ji Ruocheng was quite pleased with this strike; it seemed that after more than half a year of cultivating in the mountains, he had not lost the skills he once relied on for survival. In the past, when he practiced with the concealed stick, he had to navigate through the narrow, crowded kitchen, striking a heated stick against ten high stacks of buns, only to succeed when he left a mark on the third bun from the top. The innkeeper's wife made large buns with ample filling, juicy and thin-skinned; managing to stack ten was already an impressive feat. To leave a mark on one of the buns without touching the others or breaking it was no easy task. In the past, when he practiced with the concealed stick, he had to navigate through the narrow, crowded kitchen, striking a heated stick against ten high stacks of buns, only to succeed when he left a mark on the third bun from the top. The innkeeper's wife made large buns with ample filling, juicy and thin-skinned; managing to stack ten was already an impressive feat. To leave a mark on one of the buns without touching the others or breaking it was no easy task.

Zhang Yinyin immediately realized that Ji Ruocheng intended to use talismans. Without showing any weakness, she first enveloped herself in the Qi of the Yimu Sword, then took out three protective talismans, each with different effects, and looked at Ji Ruocheng with a cold smile. Before this battle, she had made thorough preparations, vowing to win and wash away the shame of her consecutive defeats, seeking revenge against her great enemy.

Ji Ruocheng furrowed his brows slightly, feeling an inexplicable sense of unease in his heart. Although he was young, he could already be considered shrewd in matters of human relationships and social affairs. He had quickly noticed that after Li Xuanzhen's hearty laughter, there was a hint of relief that was hard to come by.

Zhang Yinyin's delicate eyebrows immediately arched, and her slender hand had already grasped the hilt of the wooden sword

"What? Do you still dare to duel?" Ji Ruocheng was taken aback, looking at Zhang Yinyin with a somewhat unusual gaze from head to toe.

He was taken aback, suddenly raising his head, only to discover a vague figure floating above him. Startled, he quickly retreated a few steps, his back crashing heavily against the wall, which finally brought him to a halt. For a moment, he was so frightened that he could hardly speak, pointing at the figure of the woman, his teeth chattering, and could only say: "You, you... how did you come out..."

The couple, Jing Xiao Zhenren, did not fully understand the reason behind Zhang Yinyin's sudden diligence, but Ji Ruocheng quickly realized the results of her months of hard practice

Yixuan, oh Yixuan, so many years have passed, and you... you finally remember me, finally want to come to save me, right? This child must be your next disciple, to have shattered the Wenwang Mountain River Cauldron with a single palm. How is this possible? Alas, is he too powerful, or have I truly grown old?

At first, Ji Ruocheng was quite perplexed; however, upon quiet reflection afterward, he increasingly felt that the reactions of the real people were somewhat inappropriate. He privately sought out Daoist Yunfeng to inquire, and only then did he learn that when achieving the Ta Qing Ling Sheng Jue, Ming Yun, Li Xuanzhen, and others all took less than five months, while Ji Bingxian completed this realm in merely three months!

Until the moon sets behind the western mountains, the ice on the Star Viewing Tower quietly melts away

Yu Xuan remained silent for a long time, then pointed to a chair beside him and said: "Please, have a seat"

Master Yu Xuan sighed again and said, "Han Yan, I have also used the Illusionary Dream Rainbow Garment. You are teaching alongside Ji Ruochen, which is quite advantageous given your proximity. Several months have passed, yet why does Ji Ruochen still maintain such a distant relationship with you?"

Ji Ruocheng truly could not imagine that there existed such a person in the world, and for a moment, he was somewhat stunned.

Hanyan silently recited in her heart, "You have sacrificed so much for the Dan Yuan Palace, you are fully deserving of this position." Her gaze, like flowing water, was fixed on the redwood carved chair. For a moment, it felt as if a thousand pounds weighed upon her feet, making it impossible to take that step forward.

The Master Jingxiao laughed and said: "What is there to be afraid of? Children playing and roughhousing is what we call childhood sweethearts"

As Ji Ruocheng raised the wooden sword for the third time, the night sky suddenly cleared, and a beam of cold moonlight fell from above, illuminating Zhang Yinyin. Ji Ruofa suddenly realized that, despite being covered in dirt, Zhang Yinyin appeared ethereal under the moonlight, her figure graceful like that of a celestial being. Although her face, which was almost flawless, bore faint traces of dirt, it could not conceal the nascent beauty that was beginning to emerge.

Shang Qiushui gazed at Ji Ruocheng for a moment with her pair of starry eyes, then smiled and said: "Xuan Zhen is not wrong. Although Brother Ruocheng's cultivation is low, it is because he entered the path too late. Brother's techniques are profound and mysterious, though they originate from the Three Pure True Scriptures, the essence of his true energy possesses a sense of ancient simplicity. This level of understanding is beyond my grasp. Brother is indeed a talented individual! Come, come, come, today the clouds have parted and the sky is clear, let us drink by the cliff and not return until we are drunk!"

He affixed eight pieces of blood-red talisman paper to the edge of the well before bending down and addressing the depths of the well: "Esteemed elder, tonight I have brought an ice toad, which can serve to replenish vitality and slightly alleviate the poison. Rest assured, I will do my utmost to assist you in escaping your predicament. I have recently learned that this ancient cauldron beside the well is called the Wenwang Mountain River Cauldron, and it is exceedingly domineering. My skills are far from sufficient, and I truly cannot break this cauldron, which is a disappointment to my master's heavy trust. Esteemed elder, in order to break this cauldron as soon as possible, please transmit the entire 'Beidi Zhu Xian Lu' to me tonight!" I have recently learned that this ancient cauldron beside the well is called the Wenwang Mountain River Cauldron, and it is exceedingly domineering. My skills are far from sufficient, and I truly cannot break this cauldron, which is a disappointment to my master's heavy trust. Esteemed elder, in order to break this cauldron as soon as possible, please transmit the entire 'Beidi Zhu Xian Lu' to me tonight!

Sensing the arrival of Li Xuanzhen and Ji Ruocheng, the person turned around with a smile and said: "Brother Xuanzhen, this time of drinking and merriment, you have made me wait a full year!"

Occasionally, in the middle of the night, Ji Ruocheng finds himself somewhat unclear about whether the final sword strike he delivered was too light or too heavy

Hanyan, why has the smoke around you dissipated? Is there a problem with the Dao foundation?

On this Tai Xuan Peak, it is always preferable to offend the True Man Jing Xiao rather than to provoke Madam Xing Lan

With a cigarette in hand, she lowered her head in silence, and after a long while, she finally spoke: "This... I really do not know. Perhaps mutual affection is not solely dependent on fate; intentional efforts can also lead to a shared path. However... it is just that... when we are far apart, I fear he may not understand my intentions. When we are close, I worry that what he easily obtains may not be a treasure, and over time, he might cast it aside in search of something else. The nuances and methods involved in this are truly beyond my understanding; I still need guidance from my master." When we are close, I worry that what he easily obtains may not be a treasure, and over time, he might cast it aside in search of something else. The nuances and methods involved in this are truly beyond my understanding; I still need guidance from my master.

In this year of examination, Ji Ruocheng is invincible in battle

Huang Xinglan felt somewhat worried and said, "However, Yin Yin has a reckless temperament and does not know the gravity of her actions. She has already seriously injured Ruochen once. If her abilities deepen, she will surely seek trouble with Ruochen again. I hope she does not accidentally harm Ruochen once more"

However, Master Ziyang did not relent, and insisted on questioning him in detail about how to take a step, how to raise a hand, how to exert force, and how to hold his breath. He even had him practice repeatedly on the spot, which turned into a grueling session lasting over an hour. Although the technique of striking with a blunt object involved only a few simple movements, the inability to use true essence made the repeated practice exhausting for Ji Ruocheng, leaving him drenched in sweat and his limbs weak. After each demonstration, Master Ziyang would furrow his brow in contemplation for a moment, and then instruct him to repeat it again. Although the technique of striking with a blunt object involved only a few simple movements, the inability to use true essence made the repeated practice exhausting for Ji Ruocheng, leaving him drenched in sweat and his limbs weak. After each demonstration, Master Ziyang would furrow his brow in contemplation for a moment, and then instruct him to repeat it again.

Ji Ruocheng saw the wooden sword in his hand descending towards her pert backside, a surge of heat suddenly welled up in his chest, causing his hand to tremble involuntarily

A barely perceptible sound of footsteps came from the stairs, followed by a voice that flowed like water, resonating behind Master Yuxuan: "Hanyan pays respects to Master Yuxuan."

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At the Longmen Inn, Ji Ruocheng was always busy from morning till night. When the day came to an end and he lay in bed, his favorite thought was that fifty taels of silver would fall from the sky, allowing him to buy a small piece of land and open a black shop, becoming the shopkeeper and enjoying a moment of prestige. Now that he has entered the Dao of the Moral Sect, Ji Ruocheng's room is filled with priceless treasures, yet moments of tranquility and simple happiness have become exceedingly difficult to attain.

Immediately, the lotus blooms, and from the heart of the lotus, petals of different colors fly out, merging in the palm of the woman to form a small lotus flower. After the flower blooms, the heart of the lotus returns to a single color.

The Ziyang Master sat at his desk, holding a volume of the Daoist scriptures, engrossed in reading. Having reached such a level of Daoist practice, he could easily go without sleep or food and still attain immortality

That night, a demon left, causing a great uproar in the Supreme Taoist Palace. However, strangely, there was no further movement from the real beings thereafter. As time passed, this matter gradually faded from memory.

At the end of the first month, Li Xuanzhen suddenly arrived at the Taichang Palace, excitedly pulling Ji Ruocheng along, saying that he had finally managed to time it right to introduce the wonderful person Shang Qiushui to him. Ji Ruocheng was completely bewildered and had no time to think much before being forcibly dragged out of the room by Li Xuanzhen, rushing towards the back mountain of the Taishang Daode Palace.

As Ji Ruocheng had just perfected the Taiqing Ling Sheng Jue, the Real People had already noticed it. However, contrary to his expectations, although the Real People all expressed their approval, there was little sign of joy among them. Having seen the world, Ji Ruocheng naturally understood this. Indeed, as he and the *Tu* *Shu* had anticipated, within a few days, several Real People privately inquired whether he had recently become engrossed in miscellaneous studies and had neglected the cultivation of the Sanqing Zhenjing.

Ji Ruocheng swiftly brandished the wooden sword, directly channeling the Liekong Sword, cautiously engaging in combat with Zhang Yinyin.

Ji Ruocheng looked at Li Xuanzhen's back, and for a moment, a chill arose in his heart. He suddenly thought, had he underestimated the disciples within the sect? It seemed that aside from Mingxin and Mingyun, who were somewhat naive, there were many wise disciples hidden within the Daode Sect. He must not be narrow-minded and belittle the wisdom of others.

What is the matter?" Ming Yun's expression was extremely gloomy as he said: "Even if Ming Xin has offended you in the past, he is still just a child. You have the intention to frame him for stealing your belongings, causing him to be in seclusion for half a year, that may be one thing. However, our sect's annual assessment has always been conducted with restraint, and the disciples have protective artifacts. Yet you have severely injured Ming Xin, even fracturing his skull! What deep enmity do you have with him that would lead you to act so ruthlessly?"

With a flurry of movements, talismans flew out in sequence from Ji Ruocheng's left hand, only to be consumed by flames in his right hand. Gale winds, flying sand, dark clouds, and chilling air emerged one after another, enveloping Zhang Yinyin and swirling around her incessantly. It seemed that Ji Ruocheng had made prior preparations, even arranging the order of the talismans in advance.

Time passes like a fleeting horse, heavy snow falls on Xixuan Mountain, and once again the end of the year is approaching

As early as August of this year, Ji Ruocheng had already broken through to the Taiqing Spirit Saint Realm and began studying the Taiqing Divine Art. Achieving a breakthrough in the Taiqing Spirit Saint Realm in just seven months is considered quite remarkable, even within the entire Daoist sect.

Zhang Yinyin immediately threw down a remark, "I won't go! I just finished practicing my swordsmanship and am about to cultivate!" and then disappeared at the end of the stone path

Achieving first place in the examination did not bring him much joy. Upon returning to the Taichang Palace, Master Ziyang summoned him that very night and inquired in detail about the specific mental technique he employed to overturn Mingxin at the last moment, as well as the particular Dao formula he used. Ji Ruocheng hesitated for a long time before finally revealing that this was a technique he had used back in the Longmen Inn to knock someone out, a move that had previously taken down countless unsuspecting targets. Before he joined the Daoist sect, he practiced diligently every day, so his skills became quite proficient. In a moment of urgency during the competition, he unconsciously resorted to this technique.

Ji Ruocheng pretended not to hear and still said: "You lost"

At this moment, in a secret place within the Supreme Taoist Palace, the walls were desolate, with only a small lamp flickering. In the center, on a stone couch, the Purple Micro True Person slowly opened his eyes, suddenly letting out a cold laugh and saying: "Ignorant demon! Although my master has ascended to immortality, there are still those within the Taoist sect who can slay you!"

The moonlight, like frost, also falls upon the figure of the Jade Xuan Zhenren. She sits gracefully atop the Star-Gazing Tower of the Dan Yuan Palace, quietly gazing at the vast sea of clouds in the distance

Before dawn on this day, Ji Ruocheng was already seated on a massive rock on the back mountain of Mogan Peak, quietly observing the vast sea of clouds before him. This massive rock resembled a majestic eagle with its wings spread, most of its body extending over the precipice, as if ready to take flight. The place where Ji Ruocheng sat was precisely at the beak of this giant eagle. This enormous beak could comfortably accommodate two people sitting side by side.

Ming Yun's face flushed, and she was instantly rendered speechless

Li Xuanzhen bowed deeply again and suddenly smiled, saying: "Well said, well said. However... I must mention, Brother Ruochen, that my master, the Jade Void True Person, has a special relationship with the Purple Yang True Person, and the disciples of the Xuanming and Taichang Palaces also have good relations with each other. Therefore, there is no need for us to be so formal, is there? It would be troublesome to speak of it, and it would only create distance between us."

Master Yuxuan gazed quietly at the sea of clouds in the distant mountains, remaining utterly still, showing no sign of urgency whatsoever

In an instant, the sun set behind the western mountains, the wine was finished and the plates were empty, and only then did the three of them disperse

The esteemed Zhang Jingxiao stroked his long beard, chuckled, and said: "The innate talent of Yin Yin is indeed exceptional; with further diligence, his Dao practice will undoubtedly advance. Hehe, on the other hand, how could my daughter, Zhang Jingxiao, be any less?"

Ji Ruocheng had been in seclusion for a full seven days, enduring numerous dangers and hardships, before finally completing his cultivation. When he opened his eyes, the cold moonlight outside the window revealed that it was already midnight. He opened his mouth and let out a loud gasp, spitting out a mouthful of emerald blood, within which was something that fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This year, Master Jingxiao is diligently working to reclaim the first position from the Xuanming Palace, aiming to humiliate Master Yuxu in a grand manner

Ji Ruocheng hung a sign at the entrance of the courtyard, indicating that he would be in seclusion for a few days and should not be disturbed. It must be said that achieving first place in the imperial examination was not without its benefits; when Master Ziyang was pleased, he allocated a tranquil small courtyard with three rooms to him as a place for his seclusion.

At the moment of stalemate between the two parties, a young man turned around from the corner, sneering as he said: "The disciples of the Tai Xuan Palace truly live up to their reputation, exhibiting humility and composure, fairness and impartiality. When someone is injured, they remain silent, yet when one of their own is harmed, they seek to hold others accountable. As cultivators, we are not like ordinary people; what does it matter if the skull is fractured? As long as the foundation of the Dao is not harmed and wisdom is not diminished, a period of adjustment of ten days or half a month will suffice. How significant can it be? Is it worth such a commotion? Hmph, I have heard that Ji Ruocheng has been injured at the hands of your Tai Xuan Palace disciples more than once or twice; why did we not see the Great Master Mingyun come forward to speak a word of justice then?"

This year's examination is quite unusual, and there are many matters that will become topics of discussion for the Daoist community for many years to come

Ji Ruochen felt for a moment that if he could continue to be treated this way in the Daoist sect, it would actually be quite good

Huang Xinglan hurriedly walked into the main room and saw Zhang Yinyin holding a redwood writing desk weighing over 100 pounds with one hand, about to smash it towards the door.

Li Xuanzhen laughed heartily and said, "It is rare for you, Brother Ruochen, to have such a broad mind. It seems that although I have disrupted your good fortune, you will not hold it against me."

Having said this, Li Xuanzhen gave a graceful bow to Ji Ruocheng and expressed that they would part ways here. He mentioned that in the future, he would like to introduce Shang Qiushui to Ji Ruocheng, as she is also a remarkable person worth meeting, and then he floated away.

The mud splashed all over Zhang Yinyin, soaking her thoroughly.

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At this moment, Yin Yin should have finished practicing her swordsmanship; let her take a break.

Until the sky brightened, Ji Ruocheng barely managed to suppress the incessant surge of spiritual energy within his meridians. However, he knew that the potential repercussions were far from eliminated. At this moment, not only his meridians but also his Purple Palace, Niwan, and Huating were affected by the cauldron's energy, faintly revealing a greenish light, suggesting a tendency to solidify and condense.

At this moment, when she was about to escape from her predicament, she surprisingly felt a sense of fear. It was unclear whether she feared the world that had endured for countless years or the outcome that was about to be revealed. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly raised her head and shouted, "Break!"

The bright moon emerges from the clouds, then vanishes into the mist, repeatedly appearing and disappearing. Yet, the two graceful figures on the Star Viewing Tower remain unchanged in the slightest.

At this moment, Zhang Yinyin's childishness had not yet completely faded, yet her words carried an air of maturity that left Ji Ruocheng both amused and exasperated. Since Zhang Yinyin had already spoken, he did not hold back; he circled behind her, raised the wooden sword high, and brought it down heavily against her thigh. Zhang Yinyin's entire body trembled, her teeth clenched, and she remained silent.

In just a fleeting moment, Ji Ruocheng felt as if he had been swept through a storm nine times, his internal organs feeling as if they were cracking, and his complexion extremely pale. He never expected that this seemingly unremarkable ancient cauldron contained such an immense and unstoppable spiritual energy!

Ji Ruocheng felt a stir in his heart and knowingly asked, "What about my good fortune?"

The wooden sword still struck her, but the force was much lighter than the previous two blows. Zhang Yinyin felt puzzled in her heart and looked up at Ji Ruocheng, just in time to see him looking back at her. Their gazes met, and it was as if they had been struck by lightning. In that instant, Zhang Yinyin's face turned completely red, and Ji Ruocheng hurriedly turned his head away.

At dusk the next day, Ji Ruocheng had just finished his lessons with Master Gu Shouzhen and was walking alone towards Taichang Peak. As he approached a bend in the path and rounded a wall, he would soon find himself on the broad road leading to the suspension bridge of Taichang Peak. Just before reaching the bend, Ji Ruocheng's heart suddenly skipped a beat. Those who had troubled him in the past liked to stand at this spot, waiting for him to turn the corner before suddenly shouting at him. It was uncertain whether they intended to catch him off guard and give him a taste of their power first. Now, as Ji Ruocheng reached this point, an unsettling feeling arose within him. Was someone waiting for him here again?

Ji Ruochen felt a slight shock in his heart, stopped in his tracks, and looked towards the shimmering blue light. It was then that he discovered a bronze ancient cauldron placed against the wall in a corner of the stone quarry. The design of the cauldron was peculiar and ancient, with several lines of archaic script engraved on it. Although Ji Ruochen did not recognize any of these ancient characters, he had a lingering feeling that he had seen similar writings somewhere before, yet he could not recall where that might have been.

Ji Ruocheng did not respond after hearing this. He unfastened the backpack from his back and placed it on the ground beside the road. Then he slowly drew out the black wood sword and walked to stand opposite Mingxin, saying: "I originally thought you were a person who understood the ways of the world and the principles of reason, but it seems I misjudged you. It appears that today you do not wish to hear any of my explanations. Very well, since you want to teach me a lesson, although I am not your match, I will still fight to the death! However, out of respect for our brotherhood, I must remind you, Senior Brother Mingyun, that after you have taught me a lesson, you will not be able to escape ten years of labor."

Ji Ruochen was taken aback and asked, "Is Mingxin injured so severely? At that time, I did not use any true essence, and he seemed to be fine."

Ji Ruocheng felt a stir in his heart, suddenly overwhelmed by an indescribable sensation. Before he could fully comprehend the meaning behind Hanyan's words, she slowly rose and gracefully descended from the peak, leaving behind a single remark: "Although this eagle's beak is not wide, it can still accommodate two people. From now on, there is no need for you to avoid it, Senior Brother."

The more she spoke, the angrier she became, and by the last sentence, there was a hint of murderous intent in her voice

Striking the fat sheep with a surprise attack means to catch them off guard, holding one's breath and remaining still—what secret techniques could there possibly be?

At this moment, a faint presence of people suddenly emerged from the other end of the alley, and a figure swiftly approached. He was as solid as a mountain yet as light as a feather, seemingly walking on waves, leaving no dust in his wake, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the ancient well. Just by observing his stature and steps, one could tell that his skills were exceptionally profound.

On this day, after Ji Ruocheng finished his teaching, the night had already fallen. With his mind heavy with thoughts and books, he did not take the usual main road, but instead chose a quiet and deserted path, walking slowly along it

Yin Yin, you have been practicing swordsmanship diligently these past few days, which is certainly commendable, but you must not overexert yourself. Your complexion is somewhat poor; it would be best for you to take a break. I will ask Master Ziyun for a pair of Seven Star Xuan Tortoises and refine a batch of Star Tortoise Returning Moon Ointment to properly replenish your true essence.

He played with this small tripod for half a day before carefully putting it away with a heavy heart. Ji Ruochen's recent seclusion has proven quite effective; the stagnant energy in his meridians has dissipated. Although the critical areas such as the Purple Palace and the Niwan still retain a sense of condensed gold, the situation has improved significantly. Given some time, he will be able to completely eliminate the tripod energy from his body.

In that fleeting moment, it was as if flowers bloomed in the quiet night, and the moon rose over the spring river

The moon has shifted to the west

At this moment, Ji Ruocheng had already scrutinized the young man thoroughly. He appeared to be about the same age as Ji, with a face like polished jade, exceptionally handsome. However, his eyes shone like morning stars, subtly exuding an aura of killing intent. The young man's appearance was indeed remarkable, but the sharpness of the killing intent in his eyes transformed what could have been a delicate young master amidst a crowd of beauties into a glaringly sharp sword. Upon closer inspection, Ji Ruocheng noticed that the killing intent in the young man's eyes occasionally flickered, and at its brightest and sharpest moments, it seemed to slightly recede. He understood that this restraint should not be underestimated. The ability to retreat and advance is a realm that surpasses mere display of sharpness. Ji Ruocheng was slightly taken aback; he had not expected that this young man, of similar age, had already attained the cultivation of the Taiqing Xuan Sheng realm. Among all the disciples of the Daode Sect at this age, very few could reach the Xuan Sheng realm. Observing that he showed no interest in Ming Yun's words, Ji Ruocheng had already formed a rough idea of his identity.

"Yin Yin, Yin Yin!" Huang Xinglan called out twice, but Zhang Yinyin remained oblivious, having already disappeared into the backyard. She could only sigh and mutter, "This child is becoming increasingly difficult to manage!" Yet, looking at her beaming expression, there was not a trace of blame towards Zhang Yinyin.

Ji Ruocheng watched the water vapor rising quietly beside him, so faint that it was almost imperceptible. Hearing the gentle footsteps behind him, his head involuntarily began to throb again.

Huan Yan was taken aback for a moment, then bowed his head and said: "Before the Master Ancestor, where is there a seat for the disciples"

Zhang Yinyin shook her head and said impatiently, "Mom, you are so verbose! You and Dad used to say that one should not rely on elixirs and magical medicines to improve one's cultivation. Why has everything changed now? What's the big deal about being a little tired? I can just focus on practicing the Sanqing True Scripture for a whole night."

Unbeknownst to him, under the gaze of those water-like eyes, he had already soaked his heavy clothing with sweat

She was so frightened that she could not move, only able to let out a scream

Hanyan, when I was your age, Master Ziyu, who presided over the Dan Yuan Palace, once advised me to spare no effort in revitalizing the Dan Yuan Palace...

However, as Ji Ruocheng made his move, Zhang Yinyin's smile completely vanished. She gasped in disbelief as she watched Ji Ruocheng pull out an entire stack of talismans from his bosom! This stack of yellow talismans was nearly as thick as a book, probably containing close to one hundred sheets! In contrast, Zhang Yinyin's three protective talismans appeared exceedingly flimsy, as if a gust of wind could easily tear them apart.

The three of them chatted and laughed, discussing various legends of immortals and anecdotes from within the sect. Ji Ruocheng recounted a few amusing stories from before their ascent to the mountain, captivating Shang and Li, who had never been to Xixuan Mountain.

After beginning to cultivate the Supreme Divine Art, Ji Ruocheng advanced another level in the annual examination, and this year he would face Zhang Yinyin in a match. For a moment, he felt a subtle sense of anticipation growing within him. As for the time spent with Hanyan under the eagle's beak enjoying the sun, although they had never conversed during those moments, the vague feelings associated with it would occasionally linger in his mind.

Ji Ruocheng felt a sense of unease in his heart as he hurriedly left, not bothering to look up at the night sky. In the bright moon hanging high above, a patch of azure had unknowingly appeared.

Zhang Yinyin seemed to have completely not heard anything. After standing still for a moment, seeing that Ji Ruocheng had no intention of making another move, she suddenly dashed down the mountain like a gust of wind, not looking back again

Ji Ruochen was taken aback, turning his head to meet Hanyan's gaze

Ji Ruocheng then ignited a talisman, and a dark cloud that had been floating in the low sky suddenly erupted with a thunderclap, as large raindrops poured down like a torrent, crashing into the whirlwind below.

When Ji Ruocheng first entered the realm of the Supreme Clarity, he was not initially regarded favorably by others. However, he possessed various means to restrain disciples from other sects. Against disciples from the North Pole and Xuanming palaces, who lacked any special magical techniques for restraint, he also had brilliant strategies, either relying on a large number of high-quality talismans for suppression or depending on innate hexagrams to hold his ground.

The sky was overcast with leaden clouds, and he certainly understood the consequences of teaching Ji Ruocheng a lesson. To be punished with ten years of hard labor for a momentary impulse was hardly a wise decision. Ming Yun was aware of this, but upon seeing Ming Xin bedridden, a surge of urgency welled up in his heart, compelling him to disregard everything and show Ji Ruocheng a thing or two. At this moment, witnessing Ji Ruocheng's serious demeanor as he prepared for a life-and-death showdown, Ming Yun felt a twinge of regret for his impulsiveness. However, with Ji Ruocheng pressing him with words, he found himself with no way to retreat.

Only when the clouds parted for a moment did he flash like lightning to the bronze cauldron, gently placing a palm on its surface

Li Xuanzhen smiled and said, "Junior Brother Qiu Shui, come, come, let me introduce you. This is Senior Brother Ji Ruocheng. Although Senior Brother Ruocheng entered the Dao later, he truly possesses extraordinary talent that can govern the heavens and the earth. Just the fact that the Eight Veins True Person regards him with special favor speaks volumes. What is even more commendable is that Senior Brother Ruocheng has a demeanor as refined as jade and a heart as vast as the sea; that kind of grand ambition that can swallow mountains and rivers makes me feel truly inferior."

Having spoken, she ascended on a nine-colored lotus, soaring into the sky. Meanwhile, the Hall of Supreme Virtue was brightly lit, and countless disciples were startled awake, resulting in a scene of chaos. Around Mount Mogan, several peaks also saw points of light rising. A few true immortals swiftly gathered in the air, only to find that the woman had already departed. They exchanged glances, each with an expression of utmost seriousness.

He stood frozen in the room, maintaining the posture of pressing down with the stick for a full moment before finally awakening from his memories. Only then did he realize that what he held in his hand was a precious black sandalwood sword, not a worthless firewood stick.

In the blink of an eye, her figure completely vanished into the night. Ji Ruocheng stood for a moment in the night breeze before slowly descending the mountain

Given Ji Ruocheng's level of cultivation, the fact that he can produce such a large number of talismans only indicates that these talismans are of the weakest power, meant solely for the disciples to practice their talismanic arts. Moreover, to utilize so many talismans, Ji Ruocheng would need special means to ensure their rapid activation, lest he give his opponent the opportunity to close in. However, even if these talismans were to be activated against her, with Zhang Yinyin's level of cultivation, they would be ineffective, which is why she is not afraid at all

The woman let out a faint smile; although her appearance was not visible, there was an enchanting power in her laughter. She then said, "Is the Wenwang Mountain River Cauldron really so domineering? How could such dominance be shattered with a single palm? You must be trying to deceive me regarding the 'Beidi Zhu Xian Lu'"

After this significant advancement in true essence, the esteemed practitioners indeed felt invigorated, praising him for his unique talents and insightful understanding. Consequently, they bestowed treasures and imparted secret techniques, leaving Ji Ruocheng in a flurry of confusion.

Ji Ruocheng is like a child who has accidentally wandered into someone else's treasure vault. Although everything is at his disposal at this moment, how can he know when he will be discovered by the owner of the vault and be returned to his original form overnight

However, as Ji Ruocheng pondered over the recent scene, he suddenly realized that when mentioning Shang Qiushui, a faint glimmer of light flashed in Li Xuanzhen's eyes

Li Xuanzhen said, "I heard that Brother Ruochen ranked first in the annual examination. I had intended to come and meet him today, but unexpectedly encountered Mingyun on the way. I noticed something was off with his expression, so I secretly followed him. The disciples of Tai Xuan Palace are known for their lack of reason, which I have often heard about, but I did not expect Mingyun to be one of them. Alas, it is truly embarrassing to have lost to him in this year's examination."

Shang Qiushui smiled and said: "Xuan Zhen, you are mistaken. This year, I managed to break through the competition and secured the first place in the annual examination. Master Tai Yin bestowed this jar of wine upon me. To snatch this first place from both of you, it is entirely reliant on luck, akin to seizing a pearl from a dragon's mouth."

However, Zhang Yinyin's cultivation had advanced another level, and he no longer had the opportunity to compete with her. At the moment he defeated the last opponent, Ji Ruocheng inexplicably felt a sense of loss in his heart.

At this moment, Ji Ruocheng neither draws upon the sunlight nor absorbs the spiritual energy. He simply sits there, not thinking of anything, just sitting there.

Huang Xinglan was taken aback, thinking to herself that this was a good thing. Why was Zhang Yinyin throwing such a huge tantrum and about to cry? Could it be that something had gone wrong in the refining process? She quickly took a closer look, and saw that Zhang Yinyin was full of vitality, her spirit was high, and her condition could not have been better.

As for the matter of the Eight Veins True Man Qi coming to observe Ji Ruocheng's annual examination, very few people are aware of it, and naturally, there is not much to discuss

On a stone platform on the back mountain, which is open on three sides, a figure has long been standing, exuding an ethereal grace. On the stone platform, there is also an octagonal fairy table, accompanied by two evergreen pine chairs. The table is adorned with several plates of fruits and a green porcelain wine jug.

March has swiftly passed, winter has departed, and spring is arriving

This year's examinations were steady and uneventful, with little to discuss. The only noteworthy event was the series of battles between Ming Yun, Li Xuan Zhen, and Master Shang Qiu Shui. The outcomes of this year's contests were perfectly reversed: Li Xuan Zhen defeated Ming Yun, Ming Yun defeated Master Shang Qiu Shui, and Master Shang Qiu Shui defeated Li Xuan Zhen

This narrow path is flanked by two high walls, with a square stone courtyard in the center, which contains an ancient well. Ji Ruochen had passed this way once before and knew it to be very tranquil. At this moment, the night was completely dark, and he had indeed not encountered a single person along the way, making it quite suitable for solitary contemplation. As he passed by the well, a flicker of ethereal green light suddenly caught his peripheral vision.

It is an indescribable feeling, akin to being tense to the utmost, yet also resembling fear to the extreme. At such moments, Ji Ruocheng feels as if every hair on his body stands on end, as if he has transformed into a wolf stealthily approaching its prey

Ji Ruochen hurriedly returned the greeting and said: "Senior Brother Xuan Zhen is young yet possesses exceptional skills in Daoism, and is well-known within the sect. I have heard of your reputation for a long time, but it is only today that I have the pleasure of meeting you."

Perhaps it is a loss in one place but a gain in another. Although Hanyan no longer attends classes with Master Yuxuan, there are still one or two occasions each month when the two meet at the Eagle's Beak to enjoy the sunrise together

As her incantation gradually rose in intensity, the eight drops of blood positioned in all directions transformed into gold, then radiated brilliant light, transforming into eight large lotus flowers.

On the stone platform, there were only two chairs. Shang Qiushui offered the remaining chair to Ji Ruocheng, and with a wave of his robe sleeve, a gust of clear wind brought a large stone from afar. He used the stone as a seat and gracefully settled down.

The Celestial Master Jingxiao laughed and said: "Apart from that Ji Ruocheng, who else could she possibly have a conflict with? Even without mentioning Ruocheng's transcendent physique and boundless future, this child is quite remarkable in her own right. From his past actions, it is evident that he has been very protective of Yin Yin, which is quite rare. Let them make a fuss if they wish!"

Ji Ruocheng extended his left hand, and dozens of talismans unfolded like a fan. Then, with a swish, the topmost talisman flew out on its own, hovering in front of him. With a loud shout, his right hand, with two fingers ablaze with true fire, pierced through the talisman. The flames on his fingers quickly burned through the talisman, and a fierce wind suddenly arose, swiftly rushing towards Zhang Yinyin.

As she spoke, Zhang Yinyin desperately broke free from Huang Xinglan's grasp, her toes barely touching the ground as she rushed out of the room, shouting, "Yueyao, Liuhui, hurry and prepare; this young lady still needs to cultivate after her bath!"

A faint silhouette quietly emerged from the ancient well, appearing to be a woman. She had long hair cascading over her shoulders, her features indistinct and unclear. The upper part of her body was adorned with an ancient dress, while the lower half was shrouded in a veil of mist. Although her appearance could not be clearly discerned, every gesture and movement revealed an unintentional charm that was already captivating enough to be considered enchanting.

Ming Yun shouted: "You haven't used true essence? With your current level of cultivation, unless you exert all your strength in a single strike, how could you possibly break the Mingxin protective artifact and shatter his skull? If it weren't intentional, how could it have come to this? You still dare to say you haven't used true essence! Enough, in the past I misjudged you, today I will teach you a lesson, you shameless scoundrel!"

At that moment, Huang Xinglan inquired in detail again, but this time she could not extract any information no matter what. Deep down, she felt even more perplexed, so after comforting Zhang Yinyin for a while, she left to find Zhang Jingxiao to thoroughly discuss the matter and see what issues might be involved.

The annual examination has arrived as scheduled

The Jade Xuan Zhenren finally revealed a hint of a smile. She was graceful and ethereal, and if placed in a world of turmoil, her beauty would be enough to captivate all beings. Although her smile might not overshadow all things, it could certainly illuminate the pavilions and towers. However, the lingering bitterness at the corners of her lips rendered this magnificent Star-Picking Tower desolate and cold.

Ming Yun snorted softly and shot a fierce glare at the young man. The young man, with a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, returned the glare without any courtesy. The two stared at each other for a long time, and even Ji Ruocheng thought they were about to come to blows when Ming Yun suddenly sheathed his sword, turned around, and strode away without looking back

Master Yu Xuan sighed lightly and said, "What use is it to have taken the first place nine times? These are merely empty titles. In the annual examination, the disciples showcase their true abilities; regardless of winning or losing, the true masters of each sect can see everything clearly. In fact, the examination is not about the disciples, but about the true masters of each sect and lineage. Over the years, the strengths of the various sects have fluctuated; the strong have grown stronger, while the weak have grown weaker. At this moment, my sect is in a precarious situation, and without a significant opportunity, it is likely that a revival is out of reach."

Gazing in the direction where Zhang Yinyin had disappeared, Master Jingxiao merely stroked his beard and smiled, feeling quite pleased. It seems that this year's examination results for Zhang Yinyin will undoubtedly be impressive, and at that time, Master Zhang will naturally have great honor for having taught his daughter well.

Ji Ruocheng, somewhat young and impetuous, was unwilling to be defeated by her. At this moment, seeing the battle situation turning unfavorable, he immediately withdrew, planting his wooden sword into the ground. With his right hand, he brought two fingers together, and with a shout, a faint true fire ignited at his fingertips

When Ji Ruocheng arrived at the Sword Forging Platform, Zhang Yinyin had already been waiting there. The two had fought several times before, and this time there was no need for pleasantries; after a brief greeting, they immediately began to engage. Zhang Yinyin lightly grasped the hilt of the wooden sword with her delicate fingers, her left hand forming a seal as she slowly raised the wooden sword. With her movement, the wooden sword emitted a soft humming sound and suddenly radiated a faint azure light.

Ziyang Zhenren waved his hand and smiled, saying: "If Ruochen is indeed a fallen immortal, how could we possibly fathom the matters of immortals? It is quite normal for him to possess some peculiarities. Furthermore, even if we were mistaken, would Ziwai Zhenren also err in his calculations? Perhaps some immortal has privately achieved mastery and comprehended a profound method, secretly imparting it to Ruochen. However, this is not something one can easily inquire about. You need not worry, go ahead." Perhaps some immortal has privately achieved mastery and comprehended a profound method, secretly imparting it to Ruochen. However, this is not something one can easily inquire about. You need not worry, go ahead.

At this moment, Ji Ruocheng was also taken aback upon seeing him

The bun, marked with the charred imprint of a fire stick, was Ji Ruocheng's breakfast. In addition, there was only a bowl of thin porridge and half a salted vegetable. Although life in the inn was frugal, it was already a world apart from the life of wandering.

At that moment, there was a gentle knock on the door, and Daoist Yunfeng entered, saying: "Master, Ruochen has emerged from his seclusion. It is strange to say that, given his current level of cultivation, it should not be possible for him to remain in seclusion for seven days. Furthermore, I sense that after emerging from seclusion, Ruochen's true essence has undergone some changes; he exudes an aura devoid of vitality, which is entirely unlike the state achievable through the Three Pure Ones' True Method. That feeling... resembles that of an object, aged over time, possessing a certain spiritual energy."

Before he finished speaking, a voice that was extremely cold suddenly came from above: "Old senior? Am I very old?"

Ji Ruocheng observed his open-mindedness; even sharing the embarrassing matter of his defeat in a contest with such ease only increased his admiration. He then comforted him, saying: "Victory and defeat are commonplace. When it comes to transcending and ascending, the Three Pure Ones' true teachings are fundamental, while the spells of the immortal sword are merely side paths. However... as far as I know, the Liekua Sword taught by Master Yuxuan contains the might of heaven and earth, which can effectively counter the Great Five Elements Sword Technique of the Tai Xuan Palace. Why then does Senior Brother Xuan Zhen still fall short against Ming Yun?"

"How is this possible? No, of course not." Ji Ruocheng firmly denied it, but at that very moment, he caught a glimpse of the immovable and icy giant reef from the depths of Hanyan's gaze.

The ancient Xixuan Wuyai Great Formation, which has protected the Taishang Daode Palace for a thousand years, has finally revealed its traces

The pneumatic sound rises straight to the heavens, which is a manifestation that occurs when one has cultivated the Three Purities Scripture to the realm of the Supreme Clarity True Sage

Huang Xinglan rose and left the Qingxin Cottage where Zhang Yinyin resided. Just as he stepped out of the courtyard, he happened to see Master Jingxiao walking towards him.

He seems to have ulterior motives

However, Ji Ruocheng was born in a black market, studying human nature and practicing the art of stealth. After entering the Supreme Daoist Sect, he devoted himself to Daoist techniques, having never read the classics or the works of sages, and was completely ignorant of the principles of ethics and law. Even if he were to know them, he would not regard them as significant. In his heart, there indeed existed a profound saying that he had always revered as sacred.

That night, it was not until late that Master Ziyang finally allowed Ji Ruocheng to return. In the following days, Ji Ruocheng intended to diligently study the Dao as usual, but the masters inquired, to varying degrees, about the final strike in the year-end examination, probing into the techniques used and which master had secretly imparted them. Ji Ruocheng candidly admitted that it was the technique he had used in a moment of desperation, the one he had employed to strike a fat sheep from behind at the Longmen Inn. The masters pondered for a long time upon hearing this, and in the end, they did not forget to offer some words of comfort to Ruocheng, stating that it was not a concern that he had strayed in his youth. Now that he had entered the Dao De Sect, it meant he had a connection with the Great Dao. As long as he devoted himself to the Dao, there would naturally come a day of great achievement.

With a faint sigh, Hanyan said: "As a disciple, my understanding is still limited, and I do not comprehend the ebb and flow among the various palaces. However, since Hanyan is a disciple of the Dan Yuan Palace, I will certainly do my utmost to fulfill the tasks assigned by the Master Ancestor."

Zhang Yinyin hesitated for a long time before saying: "Mom, there is only one month left until the year-end exam..."

Ji Ruocheng's expression turned serious. At this moment, seeing Zhang Yinyin suddenly begin to execute the Yimu Sword Technique, he couldn't help but become extremely vigilant. It was not that he feared Zhang Yinyin's Great Five Elements Sword Technique; rather, he was concerned about her potential loss of control over the sword technique. Based on past experiences, a loss of control in the Great Five Elements Sword Technique was not necessarily detrimental to the wielder, as it often resulted in mere exhaustion that required a few days of rest. However, as an opponent, one would have to face a sword strike whose power had suddenly doubled. After having fought Zhang Yinyin several times, Ji Ruocheng even began to suspect that this loss of control might actually be a significant killing move of the Great Five Elements Sword Technique.

Indeed, the young man bowed to Ji Ruocheng and said: "My surname is Li, my given name is Xuan Zhen. I am a disciple of the Xuanming Palace under the guidance of Master Yu Xu. I have come to pay my respects to Senior Brother Ruocheng."

With a hint of smoke and dew, I looked up in surprise at the Jade Xuan Zhenren

At that moment, a gust of mountain wind swept by, clearing away the smoke and moisture that had lingered around Han Yan all day. The girl, who had always been shrouded in mist and clouds, finally appeared clearly before his eyes

However, this rare moment of tranquility lasts for less than two months

He had long lost count of how many times he regretted it, realizing he should not have recklessly attempted to separate that inconspicuous bronze cauldron. However, ever since the lesson learned from the amethyst divination slip, Ji Ruocheng understood that the treasures bestowed by the true immortals were all named and recognized items, and one must never separate them casually. Surely, in the vast Taishang Daode Palace, he could not be the only one who constantly lost things? Yet, under such circumstances, relying solely on his own cultivation, how could Ji Ruocheng ever hope to catch up to a genius like Ji Bingxian? In utter helplessness, he finally entertained the thought of the bronze cauldron.

At dusk on this day, after returning to his residence, Ji Ruocheng did not immediately study the Daoist texts or meditate as he usually did. Instead, he lay down on his bed fully clothed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

With a gentle demeanor, she sat down in the chair, still soft and delicate as water, and said: "Thank you, Master Ancestor, for granting me a seat"

Ji Ruocheng forced a smile, casually placing the wooden sword back on the table, then reclining on the couch, feeling utterly exhausted both physically and mentally. Hitting a dull stick is just hitting a dull stick; what profundity is there to discuss? The questions the real people wanted to ask were ones he truly could not answer. For a moment, Ji Ruocheng felt that in the vast Taishang Daode Palace, there was not a single person with whom he could share his innermost thoughts. He was still young, in need of friends, yet the title of 'exiled immortal' weighed heavily upon him, suffocating him, while the favor of the various real people only added to the burden in his heart. For a moment, Ji Ruocheng felt that in the vast Taishang Daode Palace, there was not a single person with whom he could share his innermost thoughts. He was still young, in need of friends, yet the title of 'exiled immortal' weighed heavily upon him, suffocating him, while the favor of the various real people only added to the burden in his heart.

Having not seen Zhang Yinyin come to entangle them, Ming Yun and Ming Xin also seemed to have changed their dispositions. In the long-awaited tranquil days, Ji Ruocheng felt a slight sense of loss.

In the blink of an eye, the annual examination is approaching. Ji Ruocheng sets aside his fanciful thoughts and focuses on his cultivation. The teachings of the Daoist tradition are numerous, encompassing both essence and utility. The Three Pure Ones' True Formula is undoubtedly the source of all methods; however, the practical applications found in alchemical texts, talismans, diagrams, and celestial swords also play an indispensable role in deepening one's understanding of the Three Pure Ones' True Formula. Yet, a person's energy is limited. If one dedicates more time to cultivating the Three Pure Ones' True Formula, other areas of study will inevitably be neglected, and vice versa. In the context of the annual examination, in order to seek victory over adversaries, one must naturally invest significant effort in practical applications, which may inadvertently hinder progress in the Three Pure Ones' True Formula. A person's energy is limited; thus, if one spends more time on the Three Pure Ones' True Formula, other studies will inevitably suffer, and vice versa. In the annual examination, to achieve victory over opponents, one must focus heavily on practical applications, which may inevitably impede progress in the Three Pure Ones' True Formula.

Gazing in the direction where Ji Ruocheng had departed, she stood still for a long time, before finally letting out a soft sigh. In that moment, the clouds grew heavy and the moon dimmed, as if a river of sorrow was poured out with that single sigh.

In the blink of an eye, summer has passed and autumn has arrived, leaves falling and snow flying, until the arrival of the next year's examination, Zhang Yinyin has not appeared before Ji Ruocheng again

Zhang Yinyin's face instantly turned pale, as she stared in shock at the torrential rain swirling in the fierce wind, mixing with the dust in the air. Suddenly, it transformed into large masses of mud, pouring down on her head and face! Coming from a noble background, Zhang Yinyin had been accustomed to a life of luxury since childhood, and she was someone who placed great importance on cleanliness. At this moment, seeing the mud pouring down from the sky, with no way to escape or avoid it, she was filled with an overwhelming sense of dread

Three days later, it will be a moonless night. However, under the brilliant illumination of the Taishang Daode Palace, the surroundings can be vaguely discerned on the sword-casting platform. For the cultivators, this light is already sufficient.

"Certainly! However, if I win, you must repay the previous debts in double," Zhang Yinyin replied calmly. This time, when it came to the sword duel, she was not easily provoked by Ji Ruofa as she had been in the past, indicating that her composure had improved. Ji Ruochen took all of this in, secretly noting it in her mind.

This year's examination saw significant improvement among the disciples of the Dan Yuan Palace. However, due to Ji Ruocheng securing the first place in the examination, they were once again suppressed by the Tai Chang Palace, continuing to rank at the bottom among the nine veins. Yet, this situation is markedly different from the previous years' predictable bottom ranking. Moreover, Han Yan had just entered the Tai Qing Tian Sheng realm before the examination, coinciding with Li Xuanzhen and others at the same level, making the outcome quite foreseeable

Ji Ruocheng smiled and said: "Thank you, Brother Xuan Zhen. However, as long as I do not engage with them, after a few disturbances, they will likely reflect on it and find it uninteresting, thus they will not bother me anymore."

She fixed her gaze in the air, and when the clear voice rang out, the entire Taishang Daode Palace was taken aback: "Old thief of Dongxuan! Once my Daoist cultivation is restored, I shall return to this place and discuss the years of friendship we have shared!"

Zhang Yinyin guessed both correctly. Ji Ruocheng indeed holds the simplest talismans in his hands, and he also possesses unique techniques taught by the Tawei Zhenren, which can rapidly catalyze the talismans

Although this person is dressed in Daoist robes, their face is as smooth as凝脂, and their lips are like dots of vermilion; their eyebrows are like swords, resolute yet revealing a hint of profound emotion; their eyes resemble morning stars, sparkling with the reflection of vast, rippling waters. Every gesture and movement leaves one with endless aftertaste, smiling like morning flowers adorned with dew, and in silence, they resemble a jade plate covered in frost.

Ji Ruocheng was truly confused this time, his mind only thinking: "She... how can she sit so close..."