Infiltrating the world of cultivation

"To kill one's own monarch is disloyalty; to abandon one's brothers and flee is injustice; to bully weak miners is inhumanity; to use foul language is immorality."

How could I possibly agree with someone who is disloyal, unjust, inhumane, and immoral?

Zuo Qiuzhen truly lived up to his nickname of "fair-faced scholar." Not only was he elegant and refined, but his words were also sharp, incisive, and full of wisdom.

"Hmph! What else can you do besides talk?

I am an immortal with spiritual roots and a destiny to become a celestial being. You, a mere commoner, what qualifications do you have to dare to lecture me?

The ceremony touched on Zuo Qiuzhen's sore spot. Zuo Qiuzhen came from a prestigious family, a family of generals.

He was hailed as a child prodigy from a young age and was even favored by the Grand Preceptor of the Wei Kingdom, who took him in as a prized disciple. However, he lacked spiritual roots and was destined to be excluded from the immortal sect.

The fact that it was now inferior to even the rarest ceremonies made him feel it was a great disgrace.

As a young general, Zuo Qiuzhen fought on the battlefield. Throughout his life, he never bowed his head. If it weren't for the mutiny, how could he have been captured?

"Spiritual root? Immortal? You're nothing but trash. If you're an immortal, why are you even no match for a commoner like me?"

Zuo Qiuzhen could not back down; behind him were thousands of Wei prisoners of war, and he had to think of these people.

"Enough with the noise! ​​Try it and see! Now that I've mastered immortal techniques, let's see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"

Han Dianli was naturally fearless, as he had already reached the second stage of Qi Refining and had paid a great price to master a celestial technique, the Fireball Technique.

Ordinary mortals would perish upon contact with it, with absolutely no chance of survival.

Although Han Dianli was also at the second stage of Qi Refining, he did not master any magic and only used ordinary martial arts.

Now, having paid a heavy price, he has mastered a magical technique, making him vastly different from before. The current Han Ceremony no longer takes Zuo Qiuzhen seriously.

In his view, Zuo Qiuzhen was just a commoner and was incomparable to him. He was a cultivator and would rise to prominence sooner or later.

boom!

A huge fireball was released from Han Dianli's hand!

A massive heatwave swept in, like the roar of an angry dragon, with tremendous force.

"That's a fireball spell! A kind of magic!"

Some veteran miners, having been at the mine for a long time, naturally have a keen eye. This ability to spew fire out of thin air is no longer a folk magic trick, but a genuine divine art.

The temperature of this flame is extremely high; ordinary objects will burn upon contact. Many people do not have high hopes for Zuoqiu Zhen because his techniques are already well-known to everyone.

When dealing with a Han Dianli who doesn't know magic, you might have a slight advantage, but once Han Dianli learns magic, he begins to show his immortal demeanor.

This fireball technique is already a celestial art, far beyond what ordinary mortals can compare to.

Everyone looked in Zuoqiu Zhen's direction, and sure enough, Zuoqiu Zhen's expression turned solemn after seeing Han Dianli's fireball technique.

"Nine Revolutions Wind and Fire Palm! Break!"

The pale-faced scholar Zuo Qiuzhen, dressed in white robes that billowed even without wind, did not retreat in the face of the surging fireballs. Instead, he stepped forward and slammed into a horse stance.

A strong wind surged between his hands, and a wave of air condensed between his palms.

Then, the air waves vibrated, and Zuoqiu Zhen violently pushed them towards the howling fireball.

Bang!

The fireball surged and split in two, grazing past Zuo Qiuzhen's sides.

Those behind Zuoqiu Zhen were startled and quickly dodged, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, causing considerable panic.

"It's the Nine Revolutions Wind and Fire Palm! The royal secret technique of the Great Wei Kingdom!"

It is said that in the past hundred years, only the exceptionally talented White-Robed Imperial Preceptor, Li Wenshu, has mastered it.

I never imagined I would see an original like this in my lifetime! It's truly the greatest fortune of my life!

Some people in the martial arts world saw through the situation and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"As you all may not know, this pale-faced scholar, Zuo Qiuzhen, is none other than the prized student of the white-robed Imperial Preceptor, Li Wenshu, and has inherited all of his true skills!"

There were prisoners of war from the State of Wei, whose eyes clearly showed their admiration.

Zuo Qiuzhen held great prestige among Wei prisoners of war and was revered as a military god by many soldiers in Wei.

Although he encountered a celestial being named Han Lidian at the Immortal Mine, Zuo Qiuzhen, despite being a mere mortal, still held his own.

This gave hope to those without spiritual roots, since before Zuoqiu Zhen arrived, Wei's prisoners of war had suffered endless humiliation.

It wasn't until Zuoqiu Zhen descended from the sky that the tangled mess of Wei prisoners of war was brought together, giving them the strength to contend with Han Dianli.

Originally, everyone thought that Han Lidian, who had mastered the immortal techniques, would become the unrivaled overlord of the No. 3 mining area.

At that time, the situation of two sides dividing the country will be completely broken, and one side will become the dominant force. At that time, the prisoners of war of Wei will have nowhere to stand.

But no one expected that Zuo Qiuzhen would be so strong, actually managing to withstand it.

After casting a fireball spell, Han Dianli did not make any more moves. Firstly, the spell consumed too much energy, and secondly, he had not expected that Zuo Qiuzhen was so powerful that he could even withstand immortal magic.

Zuo Qiuzhen did not attack again. This rare fireball technique was extremely powerful, and no one knew if he had any other tricks up his sleeve. If he acted rashly, the consequences could be unimaginable.

Furthermore, after receiving Han Dianli's fireball attack, Zuo Qiuzhen was far from as calm as he appeared.

This Nine Revolutions Wind and Fire Palm is a heaven-defying ultimate skill of the Wei Kingdom's royal family, combining yin and yang, making it incredibly powerful.

Unexpectedly, after using the fireball technique in the duel, he couldn't gain any advantage and was even slightly at a disadvantage.

Han Dianli certainly wouldn't have learned any advanced immortal techniques; this fireball technique was likely just an ordinary immortal technique. However, even so, it wasn't something he could easily withstand.

Zuo Qiuzhen felt somewhat lost. Where exactly was the way out for a martial artist? His master had once said that the innate level was far from the limit for a martial artist.

The path of martial arts may not be inferior to that of cultivation, but no one has gone very far on this path yet. There are no precedents to follow, and everything must be explored on one's own, making the road exceptionally difficult.

Since even my master hasn't given up, what reason do I have to give up?

Zuo Qiuzhen roared inwardly. Behind him were a thousand Wei soldiers. What reason did he have to admit defeat so easily? He had been hailed as a child prodigy since his youth. How could he be content with mediocrity? He had been invincible in the army. How could he admit defeat?

So what if I lack spiritual roots? So what if I'm destined for immortality? My heart is set on martial arts, and I'll tread the clouds with ease!

Suddenly, a towering wave of energy surged from Zuo Qiuzhen's body, and the surrounding dust swirled and rolled outwards.

Within a radius of three zhang centered on Zuo Qiuzhen, no one could get close.

Zuo Qiuzhen sat cross-legged, his body floating in mid-air, surrounded by a blue halo that slowly emanated from him.

He appears extraordinary, like a chivalrous knight who lives apart from the world, exuding an aloofness that is also a strong sense of resentment.

Even from a great distance, everyone could feel the boundless pride in Zuo Qiuzhen's heart.