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

Li Linfeng's eyes were wide open, his pupils bloodshot, as he stared intently at the Qimen Dunjia scroll, repeatedly chanting:
"He was born to govern the entire universe, encompassing all its changes, and thus became king..."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at him. On the surface, Li Linfeng appeared focused, as if he were studying something seriously, but Zhang Zhiwei could sense that his spirit was fluctuating violently, sometimes ecstatic, sometimes furious, and sometimes sorrowful.

An ordinary person's mental state would never fluctuate so drastically without a major upheaval.

In this situation, barring any unforeseen circumstances, it is likely that they have already fallen into an inner illusion.

People who are immersed in inner visions often exhibit two states.

When not provoked, it is as calm as still water, just sitting there in a daze.

Once provoked, it will trigger inner visions, causing the person disturbing them to be imagined as an enemy within the inner vision, thus launching an attack.

There's too little time now, and Zhang Zhiwei doesn't want to disturb them.

and……

He looked at the tense crowd below the stage. Since they were so nervous, they should be allowed to participate. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for them to be the ones to interrupt.

He stood still, observing the situation.

Offstage, everyone stared intently at Li Linfeng, some even using special observation methods, hoping to catch a glimpse of the true appearance of the Qimen scroll and uncover the mysteries of Tiantong Qimen.

But with the privacy film that Zhang Zhiwei applied, any attempt was futile; all that could be seen was a tangled mess.

It's normal for people to be curious, and Zhang Zhiwei tolerated these prying eyes, pretending not to see them.

The goalkeepers in the main seats were also closely watching the situation unfold.

A flash of seven-colored light appeared in the eyes of the Wang family head, and he sighed inwardly. Sure enough, any attempt to spy on the Little Celestial Master was futile.

At that moment, he noticed several eyes on him, and his heart skipped a beat, realizing that his little action had been discovered.

"Brother Wang, do you have any insights?" Master Zuo asked directly.

Wangjiazhuang: "..."

Lu Jin's nickname, "Flawless in Life," is not solely due to the Lu family's integrity, but also to the teachings and guidance of the Left Sect Master.

Since the Left Gate Master had already pointed it out, everyone else at the table looked at the Wang family head.

To be honest, they did admire the head of the Wang family to some extent. Although they were also very interested in the methods used on stage, they couldn't bring themselves to investigate in front of so many people. They didn't expect the head of the Wang family to dare to do so. However, judging from his appearance, he probably returned empty-handed.

Facing the gazes of the crowd, the Wang family head remained unfazed, smiling calmly and saying with an air of composure:

"Please do not misunderstand. I did not intend to pry into the secrets of the scroll. We all know the Little Celestial Master's abilities. If he does not wish to show it to others, who can overstep his bounds?"

"Wang simply... wanted to observe the current state of that sorcerer surnamed Li more clearly."

"After all, according to rumors, the cultivation of 'Tian Tong Qi Men' is dangerous, and if one does not have the talent and forces himself to learn it, the consequences will be worrying."

He was indeed mainly observing Li Linfeng's condition.

But during this process, it was inevitable that I would glance at the Qimen Dunjia scroll out of the corner of my eye, though I didn't see anything.

After hearing the explanation from the Wang family head, the Left Sect Master laughed and said, "Brother Wang, please don't misunderstand. I was just asking what you saw."

"Isn't this to prevent misunderstandings?" the Wang family head said. "I saw that the sorcerer surnamed Li's mental state change drastically after he unfurled the scroll; his spirit..."

The head of the Wang family paused for a moment, then continued, "His spirit seems to have been drawn away by the artistic conception of that scroll. Although he appears to be sitting there now, he has actually fallen into an indescribable state."

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table nodded in agreement. Li Linfeng's condition was indeed strange; his body was there, but his spirit was gone.

Looking at the stage, the Wang family head couldn't help but sigh, "This child is a rare genius among sorcerers, yet he finds it so difficult to even get started with the heaven-reaching techniques created by the Little Celestial Master... The difference between people is truly astounding!"

Upon hearing this, the red-faced old Taoist sighed, "This is truly a case of 'there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens.' Young friend Zhiwei cannot be judged by ordinary standards. Although he is young, his realm is terrifying to the point that I cannot even describe. Moreover, he is extremely generous, actually passing on all of this heaven-reaching Qimen Dunjia to my disciple, and even intending to pass it on to the world. It's just that most people are not fortunate enough to enjoy it."

Although Zhou Sheng's attempt to pass on the teachings to Hong Yin and others failed, Wudang can still be considered the biggest beneficiary of Tian Tong Qi Men. If a suitable disciple can be found to practice this method in the future, it is not impossible for this method to be passed down in Wudang.

The Wang family head sighed, "This is truly a case of talent emerging in every generation on the river. It's not just the Little Celestial Master; the other young people, such as Zhang Huaiyi, Zhou Sheng, Feng Ping, Lu Jin, and Lü Ci, are also extraordinary. Our era has passed!"

“Indeed, our era has passed.” Zhang Jingqing nodded in agreement. As Zhang Zhiwei’s mentor, he was the one who felt it most deeply.

The left gatekeeper continued, "Although the future is not our era, we can still ride the wind and pursue realms that were once only aspirations but unattainable."

The red-faced old Taoist looked at Zuo Ruotong and laughed, "We are all old and weary, but only Master Zuo is full of vigor and his ambition is as strong as ever!"

"Master Li, have you perhaps forgotten my name, Master Zuo?" Master Zuo asked with a smile.

"Ruotong! Hahaha..." The red-faced old Taoist priest reacted and laughed loudly, "No wonder Master Zuo is so energetic, this is the heart of a child."

Left Gate Master smiled faintly.

To be honest, although his name is Ruotong, he was never like a child from a young age. He was lifeless, and this became even more so after he became the head of the Sanyi Sect.

But after discussing philosophy with Zhang Zhiwei, he seemed to have gained a newfound vitality.

The reason why this happened.

First, he found the right path and had hope for the future. With hope ahead, vitality naturally arises.

Secondly, his old ailment was cured, and he no longer needed to maintain his reversal of aging, which relieved him of a heavy burden on his body.

Third, he made some choices and relinquished the title of Sanyimen Xuanmen, which relieved him of a mental burden.

In the past, the Sanyi Sect was known as the number one mystical sect in the world, but he, as the sect leader, couldn't even see or grasp the road ahead.

No one knows how much pressure he carried in his heart when he shouldered the great name of the Trinity School.

Every night, he often felt that he had let down his ancestor.

The patriarch had already ascended to the third level, but he couldn't grasp the key, nor could he see the path to heaven.

He also felt sorry for his apprentice.

His disciples all came because of his reputation as the Great Immortal Zuo Ruotong, but he couldn't comprehend the three levels of mystery and couldn't lead them on the true path.

Driven by this guilt, he devoted himself to guiding each and every one of his disciples.

The feeling of bearing a heavy burden is when everyone is eagerly awaiting every word you say.

The burden on his shoulders was too heavy, making it hard for him to breathe. But now, all those burdens are gone.

This gives one a sense of freedom and ease, leading to a natural progression in spiritual practice.

"Master Zuo, what is the purpose of cultivation?" the red-faced old Taoist asked.

Zuo Menchang smiled and said, "Everyone has their own ambitions, and everyone's answer is different. As for me, I used to have many desires, but now... I only seek to be at peace with myself."

The red-faced old Taoist priest laughed and said, "Cultivation is indeed a very personal thing."

He then looked at the others: "And you all?!"

Yang, the sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, said, "Cultivation is for survival. In this era, warlords are fighting each other, bandits are rampant, and danger lurks everywhere. If you don't have any skills, your family will be wiped out in a heartbeat. You might even be conscripted or robbed while walking on the street..."

"This has made me constantly strive to become stronger through cultivation. However, this reason does not apply to some of you. I was born into a poor family, while you are all from wealthy and powerful families and should not have these concerns. Celestial Master, what is your goal in cultivation?"

“Me?!” Zhang Jingqing laughed. “My cultivation is for peace and freedom.”

"Peace and freedom?" asked Yang, the sect leader of the Flowing Cloud Sword Clan. "When you were young, Celestial Master, you cultivated in seclusion on Mount Longhu. Weren't you free?"

“Naturally, it’s not free,” Zhang Jingqing said. “The entire martial arts world, the entire society, is a huge net. No one in it can remain untainted or obtain true freedom.”

"So, what about the Celestial Master now?" Master Yang asked.

"Still not free." Zhang Jingqing's voice was low.

Zuo Menzhang picked up the conversation, "In this respect, we are all the same. Haven't you all been affected by the turmoil in China over the years? When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. Even if you hide in the deep mountains, can your body hide, can your mind hide? True freedom is too difficult to find."

“That’s true.” The red-faced old Taoist looked at Zhang Jingqing: “Celestial Master, you are a man of great wisdom. Tell me, do you think we have any chance of seeing this war end one day?”

Zhang Jingqing looked at the red-faced old Taoist priest and asked in return, "You are a master of divination and proficient in the Three Styles. Why do you need to ask me about this?!"

The red-faced old Taoist said, "Because I can't predict the future trend. The results of each endoscopic calculation are different. Even with manual calculation, there is still no accurate result. However, I can feel that the conflict is getting more and more intense, but I can't see the day when it ends."

After speaking, the red-faced old Taoist looked at Zhang Jingqing with eager eyes, wanting to know what insights this Celestial Master had.

Zhang Jingqing pondered for a moment and said, "I can't see the future either. I used to think that the current Grand Commander who is in charge of unifying China was the one destined to face this calamity, but after observing him for a few years, I don't think he is."

The red-faced old Taoist nodded and said, "What a coincidence! I used to think so too, but now I don't think so either, which is why I can't see the end."

At this moment, Master Zuo said, "Speaking of this, I learned from my disciple Lu Jin that young friend Zhiwei has made many arrangements in recent years. Could it be... that he has glimpsed the secrets of heaven?"

“That’s right, Celestial Master,” said the Wang family head. “Who in the martial arts world doesn’t know that the Little Celestial Master has set up the Tiantong Steel Plant? Many people want to invest but have been rejected. The Little Celestial Master can’t have just abandoned this project without a reason.”

He gets angry just thinking about it. It was Wang Ai who was in charge of this whole thing. As the father, he saw that Tiantong Steel Plant was doing well, so he wanted to invest and get a share of the profits. But Wang Ai refused him outright, which made him lose face.

“Steel mills are a pillar industry that benefits the country and its people. They are needed for everything, especially war.” Yang, the head of the Flowing Cloud Sword Sect, said as if he had discovered a new continent: “Little Celestial Master, you’re doing this to accumulate power so that you can rise up and conquer the world in the future.”

Upon hearing this, everyone at the table was shocked. This brute who wields a sword really dares to think and speak.

Zhang Jingqing quickly waved her hand: "That's not the idea, but he must have seen through some of the future, so he's making some preparations in advance."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up: "Did the young Taoist priest say when this turmoil will probably end?"

"Well, I have asked that question before..." Zhang Jingqing said.

"What did the young celestial master say?" the Wang family head asked hurriedly.

"Master, please don't keep me in suspense!" Patriarch Lü said anxiously.

"Please enlighten us, Celestial Master!" Even the Left Sect Master was very concerned.

"Well..."

Zhang Jing cleared her throat, about to speak, when suddenly, a commotion came from the field.

"Little Celestial Master, Li Linfeng has been meditating for a long time, but he hasn't reacted at all. Could it be that he has gone mad from practicing cultivation?"

The middle-aged man who had come up earlier seeking the Dharma but was rebuked by the crowd asked with a defiant look on his face.

He was very jealous of Li Linfeng because he believed that he was no less skilled than Li Linfeng, except that he cultivated in a different direction.

He practiced Da Liu Ren, while Li Linfeng practiced Qimen Dunjia. Therefore, Li Linfeng had an opportunity, while he missed it.

Seeing that Li Linfeng hadn't made a move for a long time, he finally couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the middle-aged man and smiled, "Want to know? Why don't you come up and take a look?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback: "Really... really can?"

“I’m not joking,” Zhang Zhiwei said. “Come up!”

The middle-aged man perked up and strode onto the stage. Once there, he first bowed respectfully to Zhang Zhiwei, then turned to look at Li Linfeng.

His eyes were bloodshot, with blood vessels almost swallowing the whites of his eyes!
"Little...Little Celestial Master! He...he seems a bit off!" the middle-aged man exclaimed.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded calmly: "His comprehension is insufficient, he has difficulty grasping the basics, and he has already gone astray."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

"He's already gone mad from his cultivation?"

"Just by looking at the scroll, without even cultivating, one can suffer a qi deviation?"

The crowd found it hard to believe.

The middle-aged man also found it unbelievable: "Little Celestial Master, may I go over and check on his condition?"

"Okay." Zhang Zhiwei nodded.

The middle-aged man walked towards Li Linfeng, but his eyes were fixed on the Qimen Dunjia scroll in Li Linfeng's hand.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through his mind: could he use checking Li Linfeng's condition as an excuse to quickly glance at the Qimen Dunjia scroll?
I have had a photographic memory since I was a child; I can remember the gist of something after just one glance.

If you can take a few more glances, it might even leave a lasting impression on your mind!
But if it was just a glance... it shouldn't be a capital offense.

The young Taoist priest couldn't possibly kill himself in front of so many people!

The closer they got to Li Linfeng, the more rampant their greed became, growing increasingly difficult to control! (End of Chapter)