Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Before long, Hong Yin and the other two were all rescued and their fates, which had been trapped in the inner world for decades, were reversed.

Together with Zhou Sheng and Zhou Meng, they thanked Zhang Zhiwei profusely. If Zhang Zhiwei hadn't stopped them, they would have almost knelt down and kowtowed.

Zhang Zhiwei stared at the three of them, using his Divine Eye of Delusion to observe the lines of their destinies. He wanted to know whether their destinies had truly been completely changed and would be filled with light from then on, or whether they would be corrected by some unseen force and return to their original trajectory.

In his eyes, the surrounding scenery instantly faded, turning into undulating black and white lines. Zhou Sheng, Zhou Meng, the cave, the stone wall, the candlelight... everything swayed uncertainly like a simple sketch.

Only he himself, from this perspective, retains his original form of dazzling golden light, like a little golden statue.

The golden figure emanated black and white lines of destiny, each imbued with golden light, that spread outwards like a spiderweb, interfering with the people and events around it.

The lines of fate on Hong Ying and the other two were interfered with and pulled by the lines extending from Zhang Zhiwei, forcibly deviating from their original trajectories and heading in a different direction, onto a completely unknown path.

This road has undergone many changes, and even Zhang Zhiwei cannot see its end at a glance.

Zhang Zhiwei could see the end of their original destiny: to exhaust their innate Qi in the inner realm and sit in vain until death.

Watching this scene, Zhang Zhiwei thought to himself, "It seems that fate can be changed, but it must be done thoroughly."

If you simply bring them out of their inner vision, or even erase their memories of Tian Tong Qi Men, they will gradually remember and return to their original fate.

However, this also exposes a problem: there are limits to how one can change their fate.

Because changing the trajectory of someone else's destiny is essentially using one's own destiny line to forcibly pull on the other person's destiny line, causing it to deviate from its original direction. It's like forcibly stopping someone who's about to hit a wall.

He himself must be strong enough and have enough influence to pull Hong Yin and the other two along. If he doesn't have enough influence and tries to force things, there will only be one consequence...

That is, one's own destiny is being stretched out.

When the threads of fate break apart, the person naturally disappears.

As for how it will happen, that's hard to say.

They might have choked to death while drinking water, choked to death while eating, or even been killed by a falling meteorite...

At this thought, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly remembered Zhuge Liang.

The Han Dynasty's fate was sealed, but Zhuge Liang (the strategist) wanted to defy destiny and reverse the Han's doom.

The reason why Zhuge Liang fell to the ground at Wuzhang Plains was perhaps because he was not powerful enough to bring the Han Dynasty back, and his own fate was also scattered.

He thought of Wang Mang's usurpation of the Han dynasty, and how the Han dynasty's fate was not yet over. He wanted to defy the heavens, but his destiny was disrupted, resulting in a meteorite falling from the sky.

"Am I going against the will of Heaven or going with the flow?" Zhang Zhiwei asked himself, but he didn't delve into it. As long as it was his decision, he would do it, whether it was against the will of Heaven or going with the flow.

He gathered his thoughts, looked at Zhou Sheng and the others, and said, "Now that you're awake, let's go to Zixiao Palace. If we don't go soon, those senior elders will be looking for us."

"Oh right, today is Sect Leader Sun's ascension ceremony, so don't be late!" Hong Yin suddenly realized.

Zhou Sheng touched his nose and remained silent.

Zhou Meng glared at Zhou Sheng and said irritably, "It's too late! The ascension ceremony is over, and even Master's succession ceremony as sect leader has passed! If you rush there now, you can probably still pick up some... leftovers."

Hong Yin and the other two were immediately shocked. Their master had succeeded as the sect leader, and they, his personal disciples, were not present. What kind of reputation would this have if word got out?

The three, who had just been exhausted by the interior scenery, suddenly perked up and were about to run towards Zixiao Palace.

"Senior Brother Zhang, we of Wudang will never forget your kindness!" Zhou Meng walked at the back and bowed deeply to Zhang Zhiwei.

Among the disciples of Wudang, his skills were not the best, but he was the most insightful in understanding human relationships.

Zhang Zhiwei waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. Their calamity today is actually related to me to some extent. Besides, our two families have a good relationship and are both from the Taoist sect, so it's only right that we help each other."

Having said that, he strode out of the cave, with Zhou Meng following closely behind.

The six people returned to the venue.

On the arena, the competition was still in full swing, but the defenders were no longer Wudang disciples. The younger generation in the arena, whoever felt itchy, went up on stage to challenge, and the people below accepted the challenge.

In these chaotic times, many sects are worried about their members getting into trouble and restrict their travels in the martial arts world. Young people are also hot-blooded, and it has become common for them to spar in private.

Now, most of the elites in the world of supernatural beings have gathered here. They can not only exchange skills with various experts and witness different techniques, but also show their faces and make a name for themselves in front of many seniors. Naturally, the young people are very enthusiastic.

For a time, the fight on the stage was fierce and evenly matched. If it weren't for the presence of veteran masters ready to intervene at any moment, blood would likely have already been drawn.

During this break, Zhang Huaiyi went to pay his respects to his master, Zhang Jingqing.

When he arrived earlier, his master was presiding over the ascension ceremony of Master Sun, but now he finally had some free time.

Zhang Jingqing was quite pleased to see that this disciple, who had always been as hidden as a mouse in the shadows, was now willing to show himself at such a grand event and even come to pay his respects to him in a dignified manner.

"Master, I've long heard that you've taken on another disciple with the surname Mao, but I've never had the chance to meet him. Now I've finally met him," an elder said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, to be granted a false surname and bestowed with thunder magic after the Little Celestial Master must be extraordinary!"

……

This was the first time Zhang Huaiyi had appeared openly with his master in such an occasion, and there were many compliments from the audience.

Some elder from an unknown sect even went against their conscience and praised Zhang Huaiyi, saying things like "a handsome young man, a hero among youths"...

Hearing this, Zhang Jingqing's lips twitched slightly, and Zhang Huaiyi himself felt embarrassed.

"This disciple of the Celestial Master possesses a refined and unyielding aura, which I cannot discern at all... Could he be another junior Celestial Master?" someone asked tentatively.

This was also a question that many people present had.

After all, in their view, they already have a successor like Little Celestial Master, so why would they need to take on another disciple with the surname Mao?
Could it be that this unassuming young man in front of me has even greater talent than the Little Celestial Master?

Otherwise, why would the Celestial Master accept it again?

Although they also felt the possibility was extremely slim, what if it was?
After all, the Celestial Master had discovered geniuses like Zhang Zhiwei before, so it wasn't impossible for him to discover another genius.

When Zhang Huaiyi heard the elders around him comparing him to his senior brother, he subconsciously thought that he was far inferior to his senior brother.

But before she could speak, Zhang Jingqing laughed and said:

“My disciple is indeed quite capable. As for his skill level, we’ll have him demonstrate on stage later, and you’ll all see for yourselves!” He knew that Zhang Huaiyi was very concerned about the gap between himself and Zhang Zhiwei, so he directly avoided the question from before.

At the same time, he also wanted to expose Zhang Huaiyi, this rat, to the sunlight, so he arranged for Zhang Huaiyi to go on stage for a competition.

When his master spoke, Zhang Huaiyi swallowed the words that were about to come out and agreed to go on stage to compete.

Although he didn't want to go on stage and engage in a meaningless fight with those mediocre people, he had no choice but to agree since his master had spoken.

In such situations, disciples must never disobey their master's orders and embarrass him in front of everyone.

Hearing that Zhang Huaiyi was going to participate, everyone was very excited.

"The disciple surnamed Mao from the Celestial Master's Mansion has inherited thunder magic. Which outstanding talent should be his opponent?" said the Wang family head.

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent for a moment. Indeed, choosing someone to be Zhang Huaiyi's opponent was a problem.

If the weaker opponent is chosen, the competition becomes meaningless; the stronger opponent must be chosen.

But who is the strongest among the younger generation on the field right now?
The junior Taoist priests definitely can't be included.

Although they all wanted to see the young Celestial Master fight Zhang Huaiyi, it was clearly inappropriate for the Celestial Master's Mansion to have internal strife among its members in this situation.

“Why don’t we invite one of the two young masters from the Lü family to participate? The name of the ‘Twin Jewels of the Lü Family’ is renowned throughout the martial arts world,” suggested Master Chu of the Huode Sect.

"That's absolutely right!" someone agreed.

Seeing this, the head of the Lü family hurriedly refused, saying, "Master Chu is too kind to my son. The so-called 'Twin Jewels of the Lü Family' are just empty names. My second son is focused on competing with the disciple of the Left Sect Master and is currently sparring on the stage."

He pointed to Lü Ci, who was engaged in fierce combat on the arena.

“Isn’t there still the eldest young master? The eldest young master must be even stronger than the second young master,” Master Chu said.

The head of the Lü family waved his hands repeatedly: "The eldest brother has been busy with family affairs these years and has neglected his cultivation. Now his strength is not even as good as the second brother's. How can he compete with the disciple of the Celestial Master?"

Although Lü Ci had been staying at Longhu Mountain for many years, he had returned home a few times and talked to his family about things that happened on Longhu Mountain. As for Zhang Huaiyi's strength, although Lü Ci couldn't say for sure, he knew that he couldn't beat him.

Through years of training, Lü Ci's strength has improved rapidly, surpassing Lü Ren. Since Lü Ci can't even defeat him, how could Lü's father let his eldest son go on stage and humiliate himself?
At this moment, the head of the Wang family turned his gaze to Zuo Ruotong and suggested, "Sect Leader Zuo, didn't you bring two disciples with you this time? One of them is competing with Young Master Lü on the stage, and the other must also be an outstanding person. Would you be willing to exchange a few blows with the Celestial Master's disciple?"

Zuo Ruotong shook his head and said, "Brother Wang, haven't you seen enough of the Three Ones Sect's laughing stock? The scene of Lu Jin being slapped to tears by young friend Zhiwei last time is still fresh in our minds. If he is slapped to tears again... that would be bad."

Wang Jia chuckled awkwardly: "Master Zuo is overthinking it. How can everyone be a junior celestial master?"

After thinking for a while, no one could find a suitable candidate. In desperation, they could only look to the red-faced old Taoist priest.

"Master Li, as the host today, why don't you choose one of your outstanding disciples to spar with the Celestial Master's disciple?" the Wang family head suggested.

“Yes, Master Li, it’s time to let the talents of your Wudang Sect shine! I know that your Wudang Sect is full of talented people!” someone echoed.

Just as the red-faced old Taoist was about to speak, Zhang Zhiwei arrived at the venue with Zhou Sheng, Hong Yin, and their group.

Seeing that his disciples were all safe and sound, the red-faced old Taoist priest finally felt relieved.

At this moment, no matter how much self-control one tries to maintain, seeing Zhou Sheng's long, narrow face still fills one with anger.

That wretched creature is always so lazy. He didn't even attend the sect leader's ascension ceremony or the master's succession ceremony, and he almost harmed his fellow disciples. He needs to be given a good talking-to.

"Hmm!" The red-faced old Taoist coughed and said, "Speaking of which, I do have someone in mind."

Everyone looked at him.

The red-faced old Taoist continued, "To be honest, I have a disciple who is good at all his studies, but his cultivation path is too smooth. None of his fellow disciples in the sect can match him, which has led to him having no ambition and being very lazy."

"My repeated reminders have been useless. Just now, in a moment of weakness, I almost caused the deaths of several of my junior brothers. Such an arrogant and unruly child must be disciplined."

"Since the Celestial Master wants his disciple to show his skills, why not have his disciple give him a good talking-to and let him know what true greatness is!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Jingqing glanced at Zhou Sheng. He remembered this person; Zhang Zhiwei had told him that his Tiantong Qimen had evolved into writing together with this kid.

Those who can achieve this are naturally extraordinary. With the help of the Heavenly Connection and Mysterious Gate, their strength must be considerable.

If he can defeat Zhang Huaiyi in the competition, he will let him know that among his peers, besides his senior brother Zhang Zhiwei, there are many others who can defeat him.

Perhaps this could divert his attention and prevent him from focusing solely on his senior brother.

The elders weren't speaking behind his back, and Zhang Huaiyi heard them. He looked at Zhou Sheng, who was walking over. Although he wasn't very interested in sparring, he was still somewhat interested if his opponent was Zhou Sheng.

It wasn't because of Zhou Sheng himself, but because Zhou Sheng had learned a technique from his senior brother.

It's meaningful to spar with him; you can personally experience the subtlety of your senior brother's techniques and see if there are any loopholes.

If you want to experience the subtlety of your senior brother's techniques, you can't do it through him.

Because no matter how mediocre the method, in the hands of the senior brother it becomes exquisite, as rare as a gazelle hanging its horns.

Through Zhou Sheng... we might be able to glimpse some of the true nature of its original structure.

Zhou Sheng, who was walking in this direction, suddenly felt a chill down his back and sneezed. He subconsciously glanced in the direction he was looking.

"What a keen intuition!" Zhang Huaiyi was slightly startled and quickly looked away.

As for what Zhou Sheng saw... it wasn't the figure of Big Ears, but everyone at his master's table, except for Zhang Huaiyi standing next to him, were looking at him.

Why are these old guys looking at me like that? It doesn't seem like something good is about to happen... Zhou Sheng suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the red-faced old Taoist's majestic voice boomed like thunder: "Big monkey, you've come at the right time. Go up and compete next."

"Huh?!" Zhou Sheng looked bewildered. "A duel? Master, you know I'm not into fighting, it's best if..."

Before he could finish speaking, the red-faced old Taoist interrupted him, saying, "If you win, I will forgive and forget what happened before. If you lose... humph!"

The final cold snort was chilling to the bone.

Zhou Sheng's beady eyes suddenly flashed with a sharp light: "Master! You say! Who should we hit?! Your disciple will obey!" (End of Chapter)