Half a day later.
Scripture Depository.
Li Zhongxuan opened his eyes. His eyes shone with a bright light, and the corners of his mouth curled into a faint smile.
"Three years of flipping through books, and an epiphany."
"From then on, I know that heaven and earth are different.”
Three years of reading.
In addition to the conversation with Wang Chongyang.
Li Zhongxuan had some understanding of this world.
Martial arts realms were divided into ninth-grade, grandmaster, great grandmaster, land immortal, and celestial.
Amongst them, below Grandmaster, Rank-9 was the lowest and Rank-1 was the highest.
A martial arts grandmaster already had the qualifications to establish a sect.
A martial grandmaster was a rare expert in the world.
Land immortals were mysterious existences.
For example, Xiantian Technique was a Daoist mystic technique created by Chi Songzi in his early years. It could allow one to cultivate all the way to the peak of the Great Grandmaster Realm.
In the entire world, they were all top-notch martial arts techniques.
Li Zhongxuan was very satisfied with this epiphany.
From an old man who did not know martial arts, he had become a martial artist at the peak of Rank-4.
He was only a hair's breadth away from the upper three ranks.
He could cross it at any time.
It was not an exaggeration to say that he had reached the heavens in a single step.
Not to mention, he had also figured out an internal cultivation technique that was suitable for him from the Daoist Canon, the Daoist Scripture.
He stood up and walked away.
After three years, Li Zhongxuan finally walked out of the Sutra Depository.
Before entering the building, he was an old Taoist priest who was about to die.
When he came out of the building, he was already a xiuzhe who had just seen the door.
"Congratulations on successfully stepping into the Dao, Senior Martial Brother (Senior Martial Uncle).”
Under Wang Chongyang's lead, the Seven Disciples of Quanzhen bowed to Li Zhongxuan and gave their most sincere blessings.
The latter smiled knowingly.
"The rope is broken, the wood is broken. When the water is ripe, the melon will fall, and the person who obtains the Dao will be in charge of the heavenly secrets.”
"I've been burying myself in the scriptures for more than a thousand days and nights.”
"It's not a great joy, but it's a small blessing.”
Taoism emphasized on being frank and straightforward, so Li Zhongxuan spoke the truth.
He didn't act too pretentious, nor did he pretend to be humble. He acted completely according to his heart.
When they found out that Li Zhongxuan had reached the peak of the Fourth Stage the moment he stepped into the Dao, the Seven Disciples of Quan Zhen Sect were shocked.
He looked at the former with admiration.
They were younger than Uncle Master and had been in contact with martial arts for five years. Only Qiu Chuji, who had the highest cultivation, had entered Rank-4 not long ago.
His uncle-master had comprehended the Dao in his old age, and he had reached Peak Rank-4 in one day.
Although it was a late bloomer, it proved its extraordinariness.
Even Wang Chongyang was shocked.
He started to learn martial arts when he was in his thirties.
In ten years, he had become a martial arts grandmaster.
However, even a martial arts genius like him had only just entered Rank-4 in three years.
Could it be that this senior brother's talent was higher than his?
He didn't realize it in the past. Was it because of her inner beauty?
However, Li Zhongxuan entering the Dao was something worth celebrating for Quan Zhen Sect.
………
Outside the Scripture Depository.
Looking at Wang Chongyang who was exceptionally respectful to him, Li Zhongxuan was extremely satisfied.
A flower planted deliberately will not bloom, but a willow planted unintentionally will make a shade.
It wasn't that he had gained nothing in the past three years.
Just this dedication of burying his head in the scriptures, comprehending the Dao and ignoring the worldly affairs had earned him the respect of the entire Quan Zhen Sect.
After the small talk.
When everything was settled.
Li Zhongxuan rejected Wang Chongyang's request to bestow him with the things of the cult and returned to the Sutra Depository.
He wasn't keen on external affairs.
Whether it was the wish of his two lives or the obsession of his predecessor, they were all to reach the peak of the Great Dao.
Li Zhongxuan didn't care about anything else.
He was a devout Seeker.
After achieving a certain result, he took a short break, collected his mood, and continued moving forward.
It rushed toward the next intersection.
Wang Chongyang's eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at his stubborn senior brother.
Mortal matters were the most disturbing and energy-consuming.
Junior Brother Zhou Botong was not reliable, and his disciples were still inexperienced and needed to be honed.
He had thought that after Shixiong came out of seclusion, he would be able to help him share some of the burden.
He didn't expect that Shixiong would enter the Sutra Tower again after leaving the Sutra Tower for a short while.
He admired her Dao heart.
However, this action of avoiding chores also made him helpless.
"Forget it!"
"Who asked This Penniless Priest to be the sect master of Quan Zhen Sect?”
Wang Chongyang comforted himself.
He entered the tower again.
Flipping through the scriptures, Li Zhongxuan felt completely different.
His exquisite Dao heart gave him a unique talent in comprehending Dao.
One law is universal, and all laws are clear.
In the past, he needed to read the Dao Scripture dozens of times to comprehend it. Now, he only needed to read it a few times to gain something.
In fact, he could even master it and bring forth new ideas.
This increased his reading speed and efficiency by dozens of times.
Li Zhongxuan was overjoyed.
The faster he comprehended the Dao, the faster he could see the higher scenery, see more scenery, and walk further on the path of seeking the Dao.
………
The seasons are like flowing water, and the years are endless.
Three months passed in the blink of an eye.
Quan Zhen Sect, in front of the Scripture Depository.
The peach wood sword in Li Zhongxuan's hand was like a fish swimming in the water, moving at his will, as if he was using his arms and fingers.
The sails are spread, and the oars are raised; The great river is like a drill;
Spring is waning, the rain is sparse, and the wind blows suddenly.
The white moon spreads its splendor, and the moon fills the western tower.
Colorful boats, faint clouds, evening clouds
……
Stab, chop, lift, hang, point, wipe, hold, sweep, intercept, collapse…
Quan Zhen Sect's 36 basic sword techniques seemed to come to life in Li Zhongxuan's hands.
The sword moves changed naturally.
The man followed the sword, and the sword followed the heart.
Every move was filled with inexplicable Dao runes.
A sword intent that was contained and not leaked out was emitted from his body.
The fallen leaves around them danced and accumulated, gradually forming a special tornado.
With the last slash, countless fallen leaves suddenly fell an inch into the ground. The sword intent condensed and did not dissipate.
It formed a giant word of the Great Dao.
Seeing this result, Li Zhongxuan smiled in satisfaction.
In these three months, he was not in a hurry to break through his cultivation.
If you want to be quick, you can't reach the destination. If you advance suddenly, you will only perish.
Li Zhongxuan, who had been reborn, was always clear-headed and understood his goal.
If he wanted to reach the peak of the Great Path, he needed to slow down and walk steadily from the beginning.
He was fast when he should be fast and slow when he should be slow.
Only when there was a certain degree of relaxation could one achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Therefore, in these three months, besides reading scriptures and comprehending Daoist scriptures, Li Zhongxuan practiced Quanzhen martial arts.
However, compared to high-tier sword techniques, fist techniques, and grappling…
He was more interested in Quan Zhen Sect's basic martial arts.
If you don't accumulate small steps, you can't reach thousands of miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't form rivers and seas.
In Li Zhongxuan's view, a skyscraper would rise from the ground.
Compared to high-tier martial arts, basic martial arts that had been tempered a thousand times were the most basic.
After practicing for three months, he had made some progress.
"Good swordsmanship!"
"It's not restricted by swordsmanship and is not within the norm.”
"It's quite free and natural.”
"In just three months, Senior Brother's attainments in Quanzhen Sword Technique have already reached a higher level.”
"I'm gradually developing my own style."
"In time, even junior apprentice-brother will admit defeat.”
At this moment, a figure walked over.
It was Wang Chongyang.
Li Zhongxuan was curious when he saw who it was.
This junior brother was busy every day. Other than cultivating and dealing with the affairs of the sect, he taught his disciples and another junior brother, Zhou Botong.
Even if they came to chat and discuss Dao with him, it was during their free time at night.
It was rare to see him outside the Sutra Depository in broad daylight.
………
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