Chapter 007: The Disparity in Strength

I see now

It is merely a matter of whim

Zhao Li smiled and said, "In studying literature, persistence is of utmost importance; the same applies to martial arts."

The immortal casually sat on the bluestone, holding a scroll in hand, and with a simple gesture pointed at him, saying

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, yet he did not act blindly; everything required practice

The ground felt almost as if it were shaking, and at the same time, Ji Xin suddenly raised the horizontal blade in his hand and slashed diagonally.

Zhao Li felt a slight joy in his heart, but he soon realized that the scene on the scroll had once again come to a standstill, no longer progressing.

This ... ... matter is quite troublesome, and I do not dare to trouble the esteemed immortal.

Zhao Li nodded lightly, showing no concern as he accepted this title that involved many entanglements

I said I don't know how I brought you here either, do you believe it

Especially when the young man in front of me claims that his martial arts skills are lacking and that he is being suppressed and beaten, his mental defenses will surely weaken

Zhao Li looked at the respectful Ji Xin, and a suspicion arose in his heart

Whether it is the creation of dreams or allowing a person to see their own body from an overhead perspective, it is certain that such experiences will profoundly impact one's thoughts, causing intense fluctuations. If this is the case, then the absence of elements on the canvas may be attributed to the interference of rationality, where psychological defenses disrupt the retrieval of memories within this dream space

I wonder what the immortal elder summoned Xin for

This concerns one's own life and death, Zhao Li silently apologized to Ji Xin in his heart, and had already reached out to unfold the scroll, searching for Hong Fang's memories. Just as he was about to point to his father, he suddenly hesitated.

Zhao Li glanced at the scroll, as if his urgency had affected the painting; the rest of the images completely disintegrated and vanished. On the blank scroll, only that book remained, with two lines of text already appearing, and beside it, there seemed to be a faint narrative voice.

Such an unfounded means of existence struck a heavy blow in Ji Xin's heart once again. His emotions surged, and he let out a long sigh of turbid air. All the doubts and uncertainties in his heart dissipated completely. Sitting on a stone, he hesitated for a moment, but upon seeing Zhao Li's kind demeanor, he gathered his courage and said

The tall warrior dressed in black maintained the same state as Zhao Li remembered. Upon appearing, he charged forward with an extremely fierce momentum, his fists striking heavily, the force surging like a tidal wave. Zhao Li's pupils constricted, his heart raced, realizing that he was the one being sent flying by this punch

When looking at Ji Xin again, there was already a hint of apology in his eyes

Moreover, although Hongfang's father is strong, he ultimately does not compare to that Nangong

Ji Xinwei was momentarily stunned, while Zhao Li felt helpless about such developments. Compared to others, engaging in martial arts competitions would certainly require full concentration, weakening their psychological defenses. If they were caught in a bitter struggle, it would be even easier to glimpse memories related to that particular scroll.

After a pause, he said: "Although my strength is limited, I will certainly do my utmost."

Zhao Li silently complained in his heart, yet he also understood that he absolutely could not be so direct. When fishing, the movements must be increasingly gentle before the fish takes the bait, and both the sound and expression should remain calm. He merely chuckled and casually said:

After pondering for a few moments, Zhao Li opened his memories once again. Before proceeding, he looked at Ji Xin and said

Ji Xin was taken aback and raised her head, a strong brilliance appearing in her eyes. However, she immediately realized how disrespectful her behavior was, and lowered her head again, respectfully saying

Only by enduring the highest level of solitude can one achieve the highest level of success

If there is a lack of opponents, I can find two opponents for you

His heart was filled with shock, and at that moment, he saw the immortal raise his hand and wave his sleeve. The hazy white world suddenly transformed, revealing streams, grasslands, and the sky, instantly becoming a tranquil and secluded place for meditation.

Could you please transcribe all the key points of your practice for me twice

In order to further glimpse the memories of the scrolls within Ji Xin's recollections, Zhao Li found himself with no way out.

What weapon do you use? Or do you fight barehanded?

No problem, go ahead and speak

Perhaps it was due to Zhao Li's overly gentle demeanor that Ji Xin instinctively said: "Thank you for your guidance, esteemed immortal. However, my martial arts have always been instructed by my uncle. Ever since he went to the border last year, I have been left without anyone to spar with."

The long exhalation sounds as if they are the spring breeze blowing down from the mountain top

The momentum suddenly erupted, as if in an instant transforming from a gentle sheep into the fiercest lion on the grassland

Ji Xin addressed the immortal as 'Xian Chang', which was somewhat of a test. Although he had not personally interacted much with them, he understood that most Qi Refiners tended to adopt a humble demeanor. Those who truly possessed supernatural abilities still referred to themselves merely as Qi Refiners. Only a select few would tacitly accept the title of 'Xian Chang', while the others would never be willing to acknowledge such a designation.

The commonality between these two matters is ... ...

After much effort, Zhao Li finally found something suitable and gently tapped on it

Ji Xin had not noticed Zhao Li's actions; thoughts of her brothers and her father, whom she had not seen for a long time, filled her mind. Her expression dimmed, yet she could only force a smile and say

The clouds and mist rolled past Ji Xin's body

He looked at the reserved Ji Xin, pondered for a moment, and said calmly: "Although this matter arose from my own whim, since you have come here, it can be considered a fateful encounter. If you have any thoughts that you cannot share with anyone else, you may speak them to me."

In order to stabilize Ji Xin, he was shown his own body.

At this moment, Ji Xin grasped the knife

Zhao Li's thoughts paused for a moment, and then he recalled the fleeting images he had seen in Ji Xin's memory. From his perspective, it was almost taken for granted that those soaring elders and the generals riding on qilins could already be regarded as immortal beings

For what purpose

Knife

Although that strike was fierce, it was ultimately part of a drill and carried no hostility

With eyes slightly open, he let out a low growl from his mouth

The blade glided smoothly like the surface of a river, evading the fierce strike of Nangong Gang, and then transformed from a powerful motion to a nimble one, akin to a swift swallow, gently brushing across Nangong Gang's neck.

Then I have set my sights on your secret manual

With a single punch, Zhao Li was rendered incapable of fighting. The strongest warrior, whom a tribe of over seventy thousand relied upon and admired, had his head sent soaring high into the air. His towering body, propelled by inertia, took two steps forward before crashing down heavily. At the moment of contact with the ground, he disintegrated into pure white vapor, rolling and surging.

Zhao Li had a warm and friendly smile, planning to use methods from criminal investigation dramas, psychology, and negotiation expertise to bridge the gap between both parties through communication, in order to lower the other's guard and defenses. While speaking, his gaze fell upon the painting, looking at that book.

It felt as if a blade was tearing towards him, and a stinging sensation emerged on Zhao Li's cheek, causing his pupils to constrict sharply

One knife

Ji Xin's expression slightly froze, and he instinctively lowered his head to glance below, seeing himself deeply asleep on the bamboo chair. A sense of disconnection surged in his mind. For such a reason that was not a reason, he had been summoned directly from Ge Lu City into this strange world

Immortal Master ... ... ?

Moreover, the ability to create in dreams

If there is any regret, it is merely that my martial skills are too poor, causing my father and brothers to be disappointed multiple times

And the object of practice ... ...

With a slight pause in her voice, Ji Xin suddenly became aware that her words carried an implicit hope for guidance from the immortal before her. Feeling a slight urgency in her heart and just as she was about to explain, Zhao Li smiled and said

Although feeling somewhat guilty, he maintained a bold front, reacting with an air of calmness, merely nodding slightly. He then noticed that the two of them were now standing face to face in a vast, empty, and misty space, which, compared to the scene in Ji Xin's memory, was indeed rather shabby.

He tapped on the scroll, unlocking memories. For some reason, in his memory scenes, there were hardly any from real life; instead, there were many from games. Otherwise, there would have been plenty of things to impress the young man, Ji Xin.

The wide white sleeves of the young man billowed on the right side, his gaze sharp, while Zhao Li's expression suddenly turned serious.

Ji Xin replied softly

Ji Xin suddenly stepped forward

Is it really an ancient immortal

Sit

Ji Xin's pupils contracted slightly, her expression calm, yet a storm surged within her heart

Wherever inspiration strikes

The remaining text continued to twist and blur, while the sound seemed to come from a great distance, easily overlooked if one was not careful. Zhao Li let out a slight breath, suppressing the joy and urgency within, and quickly analyzed what had just happened.

Xin was born into a noble family, which is already much better than most people

Zhao Li nodded slightly, recalling a moment in Hong Fang's memory, forcefully controlling with willpower. This time, Hong Fang's father did not appear. An ancient and cold bronze knife floated in the air, point down, in front of Ji Xin, emitting a melodious sound of the blade. In the next moment, Nangong Gang had already appeared ten steps in front of Ji Xin.