A master of comedy!

Chapter 85 Hearing Makes Us Enraged

The next day, early in the morning.

Zhou Sheng continued to practice his singing by the river without fail, showing no signs of slacking off despite his rapid advancement in cultivation.

Only after the sun rose and my throat felt clear and comfortable did I go home, completely satisfied.

It felt like the wind was blowing underfoot, as if one could move across the ground.

When he entered the courtyard, he saw that his master had already woken up, wearing a loose white robe, and was slowly practicing his boxing in the courtyard.

After several days of rest, the old man has recovered much better; his complexion has regained its rosy hue, and his white hair has regained its luster.

"You're back just in time, I—"

Yu Zhensheng glanced at his disciple, then his pupils narrowed, and his previously fluid fist technique instantly froze on the spot.

"Master, did you hurt your back again?"

Zhou Sheng quickly asked with concern.

Whoosh!
A pebble hurtled through the air, as fast as lightning, heading straight for Zhou Sheng's Tanzhong acupoint. It was truly unexpected and impossible to defend against.

However, two fingers firmly held the pebble, and with a gentle squeeze, stone chips scattered like powder.

"Master, why did you ambush me?"

His response was a barrage of pebbles, like a storm, churning up turbulent air and producing sharp, piercing sounds.

Like locusts swarming across the sky.

However, Zhou Sheng lightly stepped on his toes, moving as gracefully as a swallow in flight, easily executing those difficult movements in the tumbling kung fu, even more lightly and smoothly than before.

In the midst of thousands of flowers, the leaves do not stick to the body.

Until he dodged the last pebble, Zhou Sheng's clothes weren't even scratched, and he remained calm and composed.

"Master, why are you carrying so many stones?"

Yu Zhensheng plucked a beard hair, looked his apprentice up and down, and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Your aura is like a swimming dragon, and your divine light shines forth. The pure energy emanating from your body is almost overflowing. How much has your cultivation improved?"

The seasoned veteran had an exceptionally sharp eye and had already noticed the almost complete transformation in his apprentice.

"Not much, only twenty years."

"twenty--"

Yu Zhensheng's hand trembled, and he plucked out a few more whiskers, his eyes filled with shock.

"Did you drink the Queen Mother of the West's nectar or eat Lao Tzu's elixir? How come your cultivation has increased so quickly?"

How long has it been, and he has already accumulated thirty-five years of cultivation?
With this level of cultivation, one would be qualified to compete for a seat as a true disciple in the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain.

“Master, I took the mica prescription, but it wasn’t the previous one; it was a different prescription.”

Zhou Sheng then explained the reasons he had prepared beforehand.

In order to conceal the existence of the Luoshu, he had to fabricate a lie, claiming that after taking the mica formula twice, he dreamed of a white-haired, youthful-looking Taoist priest carrying a sword. The man called himself Changxuzhong and said that he created the formula, and that only fragments remained in later generations.

The Taoist Changxu then taught him the true formula for mica and gave him a piece of five-colored mica.

“Chang Xuzhong… Xuzhong…”

Yu Zhensheng seemed to have thought of something, and his heart skipped a beat.

If you remove the horizontal lines from the top and bottom of the character "昌" (chāng), wouldn't it just be... "吕" (Lǚ)?

"Master, this is the prescription."

Zhou Sheng handed the written prescription for the Pure Yang Patriarch's mica to his master, saying, "It's a pity that the five-colored mica that the Taoist gave me was too small, only enough for one dose. When I find other five-colored mica in the future, I will definitely present them to my master as well!"

He meant it sincerely; he had always wanted to help his master cure his leg ailment and restore him to his peak condition.

Even if the mica method cannot achieve this, once the Luoshu has accumulated enough energy, it can be used to divine a healing method.

Holding the thin prescription, Yu Zhensheng's gaze was complicated.

If it was truly a gift from Lu Zu, then the value of this prescription is immeasurable, and once it spreads, it will attract countless ghosts and gods to fight over it.

This is a divine destiny, something that even fathers and sons sometimes cannot share, let alone master and disciple. Yet Zhou Sheng gave it to him so easily.

Having witnessed the deceit and treachery of the martial world, he understood how rare such a pure and innocent heart was.

With a powerful expulsion, the prescription turned into powder.

"Master?"

Yu Zhensheng stared at him with a solemn expression and said, "Remember this prescription. In the future, unless it is your personal disciple, do not show it to anyone else."

"Yes, the disciple understands."

Zhou Sheng knew that his master was doing it for his own good; after all, a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

"Oh, right, Master, there's something else I want to show you."

Zhou Sheng took out the book "Zhengyi Longhu Dishu Escape Method" and said, "The Taoist Chang in my dream told me to dig something under the willow tree by the river, and I ended up digging up this book."

Yu Zhensheng plucked out another beard hair.

He suddenly felt that his beard seemed to be thinning.

"It is indeed a secret technique of Longhu Mountain, but... wasn't that the founder of Quanzhen Sect?"

As Yu Zhensheng flipped through this book of superior secret techniques from Longhu Mountain, a strange expression appeared on his face, and he muttered to himself.

Zhou Sheng could only pretend he hadn't heard it.

"This method is exquisite and profound, and is indeed a righteous method of the Xuanmen sect. There should be no problem with it. It's just that the cultivation conditions are quite demanding, requiring the use of the earth's energy from the mountains..."

After reading it once, Yu Zhensheng returned the ancient book to his disciple and said, "My right leg is crippled and all my orifices are blocked, so I can't draw on the earth's energy. I can't practice this. But you, with your current level of cultivation, should be fine."

He paused for a moment, then cautioned, "This kind of superior esoteric method requires a deep foundation to master. If you force yourself to cultivate it without sufficient cultivation, you may ruin your legs."

Zhou Sheng immediately felt a lingering fear.

Fortunately, he didn't receive the manual on an Earthly Branch of Wu or Ji; otherwise, if he had rashly practiced it, he might have really run into trouble.

Indeed, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure.

"Master, there's one last thing. I want to open my ears. Is there anything I should be careful about?"

He asked with a serious expression.

Yu Zhensheng revealed a cold smile and said, "Pay attention? With your current cultivation of thirty-five years, even a dog could easily break through your realm."

Zhou Sheng: "..."

"Hurry up and break through to the next level, I need to eat."

Yu Zhensheng said impatiently, his stomach growling.

Zhou Sheng sat cross-legged with doubt and closed his eyes, focusing his mind on his ears, no longer resisting the instinct to break through the barrier, and letting the magic power rush into his Xuan Guan.

The next moment, his ears rang, as if countless sounds surged in, dense and chaotic, resounding endlessly in his brain.

An unnamed rage began to build.

Hearing anger.

This challenge was originally meant to test one's composure; one had to remain silent amidst a cacophony of sounds and find the true voice hidden within them.

Like finding a needle in a haystack, it requires extremely strong willpower and focus.

But as soon as the lake of magical power in Zhou Sheng's dantian stirred, the roaring waves instantly drowned out all other sounds.

Boom!

Thirty-five years of cultivation suppressed the mysteries of the ears, like a towering mountain crashing down, causing all illusions to vanish like bubbles.

Only that real voice remained, echoing in my ears.

"You cheat!"

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