Just as the demon of the Netherworld was about to die and the demonic thoughts were about to dissipate…
Far away at the back of Mount Wudang, an extremely dark demonic figure suddenly opened its eyes.
"Interesting."
"This time, the demonic intent actually dissipated so quickly?”
"That shouldn't be the case. For more than two thousand years, the foundation of Wudang Mountain was getting weaker by the day. This generation did not even have a Martial Saint.”
The specter muttered to itself.
"Or did something unexpected happen?”
As the specter spoke, he stood up and wanted to leave this place.
However…
In the next moment.
The blazing divine dragon shadows that filled the entire space turned into a divine fire barrier that instantly enveloped the demonic shadow.
The place where the Nine Dragons Heavenly Fire Shield came into contact with the demonic shadow evaporated a large amount of black demonic Qi and disappeared quickly.
"Damn it!"
"It's this seal again!"
"It has been more than two thousand years. How long do you want to suppress me?!”
The specter was burning with anger, but it slowly retreated to its original place.
"Soon."
"I can feel that the power of the seal is weakening.”
"When I get weaker, I'll be able to break free from the seal. At that time, I'll make Mount Wudang bleed!!”
As soon as the specter finished speaking, his figure merged into the void and disappeared completely.
...
After the incident with the heir of the demons of the Netherworld, many disciples of Wudang Mountain felt a sense of urgency. Even the elders began to try to take another step forward and become a great grandmaster.
Of course.
This did not include Chang Sheng.
Chang Sheng continued to sweep the floor leisurely every day, as if everything that happened in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
On this day, the elder of the Chores Quarters called Chang Sheng over.
Ten years had passed, and the headmaster had aged a lot. Many wrinkles had appeared on his face.
On the path of martial arts, even Martial Saints could not achieve eternal youth. At most, they could only slow down the speed of aging.
"Qingshan, how long have you been in Wudang Mountain?”
The elder of the Chores Quarters put down what he was busy with and suddenly asked.
"How long?"
Chang Sheng paused and continued,"It's been ten years.”
"Yeah, it's been ten years." The elder of the Chores Quarters sighed." Ten years ago, I was the one who helped you enter the Chores Quarters.”
"Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye."
Chang Sheng listened to the elder of the Chores Yard and did not say anything.
"After being a sweeper for ten years, do you have any resentment in your heart?”The elder of the Chores Quarters asked.
"Resentment?"
Chang Sheng was slightly taken aback and speechless.
He was about to die of pleasure, so how could he have any resentment? He even wished he could dance every day.
"Never."
Chang Sheng said truthfully.
"Not arrogant, not impatient, not shocked by favor or humiliation." The elder of the Chores Quarters stared at Chang Sheng for a while, and finally, a trace of mockery appeared on his face.
"I didn't expect that the one with the highest state of mind among this generation of Wudang Mountain disciples is actually a sweeper?”
In fact, if Chang Sheng was an old man in his fifties or sixties, the elder of the Chores Yard would not find it strange that he could do this.
But Chang Sheng was not.
Ten to twenty years old, the most precious ten years of one's life, spent on sweeping the floor, doing nothing. If it were anyone else, how could they not feel a little unwilling?
Moreover, in a martial arts sect like Wudang Mountain, where divine techniques and unique skills were close at hand, he could only sweep the floor.
This difference was enough to drive people crazy.
However, Chang Sheng did not. At least, the elders of the Chores Quarters could not see any dissatisfaction from Chang Sheng.
Just based on this point, Chang Sheng was more than enough to surpass the so-called geniuses of Wudang's outer court and inner court.
Even some of the elders weren't as good as Chang Sheng in terms of mental state.
"Elder, you must be mistaken."
"I'm just a sweeper. I don't know about the state of mind.”
Chang Sheng immediately said.
Following that, Chang Sheng spoke a few more words to the elder before leaving.
Before he left, Chang Sheng intentionally or unintentionally reminded the elder if there was anything he wanted to do recently.
That was because Chang Sheng could already tell that the elder of the Chores Yard should be approaching the end of his lifespan.
In this world of martial arts, the lifespan of martial artists was longer than that of ordinary people. However, as long as one had not become a Land Deity and had not attained the 'Celestial Being' status, even a Martial Saint could only live for 200 years at most.
Moreover, 200 years was the longest period of time. In fact, many Martial Saints could not live for 200 years.
This was because any martial artist would more or less have some injuries left on their body, which would unknowingly shorten their lifespan.
"Things are still the same, but people have changed."
Chang Sheng slowly walked on the green path of Mount Wudang, sighing in his heart.
The elder of the Chores Quarters could be said to be his guide. If it were not for the elder of the Chores Quarters, Chang Sheng would not even have been able to enter Wudang Mountain.
But now, ten years had passed, and the elder of the Chores Yard was about to die.
"It's said that as long as one attains the 'Heavenly Being' fruit stage or steps into the realm of land immortals, one will be able to return to their youth and recover their bodily functions to their peak, and live for more than five hundred years.”
Chang Sheng suddenly thought of some records in the ancient books.
He had to praise Wudang Mountain for this. As a major martial arts sect in the world, many top-secret information in the martial arts world could be seen in Wudang Mountain.
This was especially true for information regarding the Deva level.
The 'Heavenly Human' of Dao Sect was equivalent to the land immortals of the martial world.
Any words or phrases about the land immortals were top secrets among top secrets.
"500 years of lifespan!"
Chang Sheng was extremely envious.
Chang Sheng had already cultivated the Future Constellation Indestructible Body to the great success stage, and his physical body was always at its peak state. He was one of the few Martial Saints who could live for more than 200 years.
But how could two hundred years of lifespan compare to five hundred years?
The latter was more than double the former.
"Attain the 'Heavenly Man' status."
Chang Sheng's thoughts fluctuated.
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