One person: I will give you one of the Shining Fruits.

In the early morning of Luofu Mountain, the sky was covered by a dark cloud, like a giant beast swallowing the whole Luofu Mountain in darkness. This dark cloud was like a huge curtain, tightly blocking the sunlight deep in the cloud, making people feel as if they were in a dull cage that could not be released.

At this time, in front of a side hall door in the back mountain, a figure appeared like a sculpture, wearing a dark blue Taoist robe, with short black hair, a square face and a high nose, exuding an unyielding aura.

He raised his hands to the sky, as if he was standing tall and proud, as if he was fighting against the heaven and earth, and he did not move a single muscle.

Around him, there were a bunch of charred, flaming wooden figures, like the remains of a war. And on the surrounding boulders, there were deep dents, like the marks of being ravaged by giant beasts.

Suddenly, thunder rumbled like thousands of horses galloping, and a flash of lightning roared down like an angry dragon, hitting the figure hard. The figure trembled and blue light emanated from his body.

Immediately afterwards, one after another lightning bolts lashed down from the sky like whips, and human figures twisted and moved in the lightning.

He clenched his fists and directed blue lightning, swinging left and right like a dragon emerging from the sea, bombarding the wooden men and boulders around him. In an instant, flames blazed.

"Boom, boom, boom."

With a deafening roar of thunder, another bolt of lightning struck down like a giant dragon. The figure suddenly opened his eyes, and clenched his hands like eagle claws, carrying the bolt of lightning forward like a cannonball.

There was a loud bang, and the huge rock in front of him instantly broke into pieces like tofu.

After the thunder and lightning, the dark clouds quickly retreated like a surging tide, the haze gradually dissipated, and the bright blue sky reappeared. The sun shone through the clouds, pouring down like a golden waterfall, and the warm light enveloped the earth.

"call."

As the figure exhaled and stopped talking, a circle of deep blue Qi emanated from his body, like a deep ocean, mysterious and powerful.

Although there was no wind, the surrounding flowers, plants and trees were swaying wildly back and forth as if they were blown by an invisible hurricane.

If someone saw this incredible scene, their eyes would probably pop out of their heads in shock. This person actually controlled the might of heavenly punishment with a mortal body!

The figure looked inward at the liquid Qi flowing from Dantian to the surrounding acupuncture points like a torrent, and let out a long breath.

He raised his right hand slightly, a deep blue light appeared on his palm, and he formed his right palm into a knife shape and gently slashed his left arm. Suddenly, the wound looked like an ugly centipede, and blood slowly flowed out.

However, what was shocking was that the originally hideous wound scabbed over and fell off in the blink of an eye, as if it had never been injured and recovered as before.

The figure looked at his intact left arm and whispered to himself, "I finally compressed the Qi into liquid form. I feel like my whole body is filled with endless power. This Shangqing Jinye Danjing is truly extraordinary!"

The figure stood at the end of the gate hall, facing the rising sun, and sighed softly: "It's been twenty years, and I have spent such a long time in this world..." Every bit of the past kept emerging in his mind.

My name is Xiao Muyang, and I don’t belong to this world.

In my original world, I was diagnosed with advanced cancer. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in pain and pity, so I resolutely gave up the later treatment and spent all my wealth, just to travel around the famous mountains and rivers of my motherland before I died, so that my life would not be in vain.

Amidst the various emotions of my family, friends and relatives, I slowly closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, I was already in this world.

The historical trajectory of this world is exactly the same as that of the original world, except that there is an additional energy called "Qi".

At this point, I realized that I had come to the world of "Alien" in the original comic, a world without immortals or gods, and no road to heaven.

It was still the familiar bloody plot. My parents died early, but because of my outstanding comprehension, by chance, I was accepted as a disciple by the head of Nanmao Sect "Uncle Jiu" as an exception, and became the last disciple of Lin Fengjiao's lineage. Several of my fellow brothers are now over fifty years old.

He closed his eyes, held his breath, and stared at the disc in his mind that was flickering with a faint light. The corners of his mouth involuntarily rose slightly.

"This must be the golden finger that gave me a second life."

Looking at the two energy slots under the disc, I felt a lot of emotions.

In the past twenty years, the first energy bar has only been filled three times. The first time it endowed him with extraordinary and omnipotent enlightenment, the second time it granted him the Pika Pika Nomi from the original world's comic "One Piece", and the third time it gave him three colors of domineering.

"The charging method of this first energy slot has been figured out. It will automatically load at a fixed time every month. When the energy is full, it will randomly grant him various abilities in his mind.

"It's a pity that I can't obtain the ability to surpass the worldview of the aliens, otherwise I would be invincible. When I'm happy, I'm second to none, and when I'm unhappy, I'm second to none."

"However, we still have no idea how to charge this second energy slot and what abilities it will have after charging."

..........

"Senior brother."

With a crisp shout, a girl in a gray Taoist robe ran to Xiao Muyang, panting.

"Master Master is looking for you."

The girl's rosy face was like a ripe apple. She supported her knees with her palms, looking playful and cute. She was Zhegu's disciple and was only eight years old.

"Little Mike, don't run too fast. The road is slippery. If you fall and get hurt, you will no longer be the little treasure of Luofu Mountain."

As Xiao Muyang spoke, he picked up the little girl and gently pinched her nose.

Michael looked at the wooden man wreckage and broken stones all around him, swallowed his saliva and muttered.

"Hmph, Senior Brother, you should practice if you want to. Why are you shaking the ground so early in the morning? It's disturbing my sleep. If Master and the head master hadn't issued an order to forbid others from approaching your practice ground, I would definitely come to see whether you are practicing or causing trouble."

Xiao Muyang shrugged helplessly and asked with a smile: "Then Xiao Xiaoke, do you know why the head teacher wants to see me this time?"

"I don't know. My master dragged me to the main hall early in the morning. The head teacher and the four-eyed uncle were both there. Then he asked me to call my brother."

..........

Xiao Muyang stood at the entrance of the main hall of Nanmao Shangqing Sect on the back mountain of Luofu Mountain, immersed in the quiet atmosphere around him, and couldn't help but sigh.

The words of the master are still ringing in my ears. Uncle Shi Jian was the only peerless genius in the sect during the Republic of China period, except for the ancestors, who was able to cultivate the Lightning Thunder Fist. With the help of the Wooden Stake Method, he achieved the highest realm of cultivating both sex and life.

He is arrogant and selfish by nature, and attempts to lead the Nanmao Shangqing School to the pinnacle of Taoism. At a Taoist grand ceremony, the Longhu Mountain Luotian Dajiao, he had a peak showdown of thunder magic with the Tiantong Taoist "Zhang Zhiwei" who is now known as the "top". In the end, he was defeated by Zhang Zhiwei, who had inherited the Tianshidu.

Since then, the uncle has been devastated, his mind has been possessed by evil, and he has led many of his disciples astray. After the master and several uncles, as well as Master Ikkyu of Shaolin Temple, joined forces to suppress the Nanmao lineage, which gradually declined. Fortunately, the master took on the responsibility of carrying the burden of the lineage, and with the help of Uncle Simu and Uncle Zhegu, the inheritance of the ancestors was able to continue.

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