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But he gave up quickly.
Trying to reason with a fool whose soul is consumed by greed?
That's like playing music to a donkey.
The first time I encountered a few thugs I couldn't shake off, the glint of a knife reflected their greedy and ferocious smiles.
A cold glint flashed in Zhang Yunyuan's eyes.
The lightning flashed and disappeared in an instant.
That blindingly white bolt of lightning was even faster than the bandits' thoughts.
All that remained was the rustling of the wind through the leaves and a few wisps of acrid smoke.
He shaped the Golden Light Mantra into a shovel and began digging in the soil, shovel by shovel.
He said to Feng Baobao, who was watching expressionlessly beside him, "Remember this, if there's any threat in the future, just bury it."
Feng Baobao seemed to understand, but only nodded after looking at the Golden Light Mantra in his hand.
Once again, on a narrow mountain path, several burly men with fierce faces blocked the way.
The ghost-head knives in their hands gleamed blood-red in the setting sun, and their foul language poured out like excrement.
"Little Taoist priest, leave this pretty young lady beside you here, and we grandpas might even give you a proper burial!"
If the other party shows even the slightest malice, he won't even bother to lift an eyelid.
At the fingertips, a barely perceptible wisp of lightning had already begun to gather.
However, just as he was about to make his move...
A dark shadow flashed past him with a whooshing sound!
He barely had time to tilt his head.
Following behind him, Feng Baobao had silently pulled out a rusty shovel from her worn-out bag, which she had apparently smuggled from some village.
The shovel seemed to come alive in her hands.
"boom--!"
A solid, dull thud that made your teeth ache.
Before the bandit leader could finish his filthy rant, he fell backward like a wooden stake struck by a giant hammer, his eyes rolling back. The moment his head made intimate contact with the ground, he fell silent.
The world fell completely silent.
The remaining bandits were stunned, their sinister smiles frozen on their lips, as if they had been frozen in place.
They watched as the girl with vacant eyes expressionlessly pulled the shovel away from her companion's head and began digging a hole.
The lightning that Zhang Yunyuan had gathered at his fingertips quietly dissipated.
He watched Feng Baobao's skillful movements, watching her dig the soil shovel by shovel, her movements as nimble as an old farmer who had been digging the land all his life.
He was somewhat surprised, yet also wanted to laugh.
You learn pretty fast!
Feng Baobao quickly dug a pit of just the right size, and then dragged the unconscious bandit leader into the pit like a dead dog.
Bury the person, fill in the soil, and tamp it down.
The process was seamless, leaving only a grinning head sticking out, like a radish that had just sprouted from the ground.
The remaining bandits finally snapped out of their shock, let out a scream that sounded inhuman, and scrambled into the forest, abandoning their weapons.
Zhang Yunyuan looked at the "radish," then at Feng Baobao who had dusted off her hands and put the shovel back into her bag, and shook his head helplessly.
That shovel has almost become her trademark.
There are at least eight or nine "roadblocks" that she personally worked on.
Gradually, a strange rumor truly began to circulate in the martial arts world.
On a certain mountain path, there lived a strange couple.
The man was so handsome he seemed otherworldly, yet he was as cold as ice, as if he wouldn't even glance at the sky if it fell.
The woman was incredibly foolish, but she wielded a deadly shovel—specifically for burying wicked people, burying them one by one without a sound.
But from some point onward, a trace of human bewilderment would occasionally flicker in Feng Baobao's usually empty eyes.
She started squatting by the stream, gazing at her reflection in the water, and would sit there for most of the day.
The girl in the reflection had delicate features, but her eyes were as empty as a soulless puppet.
Why is she here?
I would also see other children being led by their parents, and I would tilt my head and stare blankly for a long time.
Watching the child act spoiled and seeing the parents' doting smiles, she seemed unable to understand what kind of emotion it was.
Zhang Yunyuan watched all of this in silence, his heart filled with mixed feelings.
He knew that a true "human" was quietly awakening within this immortal's body.
This was a process he both looked forward to and was incredibly afraid of.
Finally, on a night when the Milky Way seemed to fall.
The two sat facing each other on the mountaintop, the campfire crackling softly, casting long shadows of them.
Feng Baobao looked up at the sky and gazed at it for a very long time.
The dazzling Milky Way, reflected in her clear eyes, seemed to illuminate two silent night skies.
Then, she suddenly turned her head and looked at Zhang Yunyuan with such focused and serious eyes for the first time.
"Who...am I?"
The voice was very soft, with a touch of childlike innocence.
But it was like an invisible hammer that slammed into Zhang Yunyuan's heart!
He felt a sudden pain in his chest, as if something had gripped it, and his breath caught in his throat.
Behind this name lies the Jia Shen Rebellion, the Eight Extraordinary Skills, and the deepest, bloodiest secret in the entire world of supernatural beings.
Once she leaves, the girl who has just opened her eyes to the world will be instantly engulfed in endless pursuit and conspiracy, with no hope of redemption.
At least for now, absolutely not.
Zhang Yunyuan remained silent for a very long time, so long that the campfire was almost extinguished.
In the end, he simply reached out and ruffled her hair like a true older brother.
His voice was unusually gentle, yet carried an undeniable firmness.
"I don't know."
"But I will stay with you, until the very end."
"Until we find the answer together..."
Feng Baobao seemed to understand, but the confusion in her eyes hadn't faded. She nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
She simply moved closer to him silently, as if that would give her a sense of security.
A mountain breeze swept by, stirring up the sparks of campfire fire, which flew into the vast night sky.
Zhang Yunyuan took Feng Baobao on a trip to the south.
The harmony of Wudang Tai Chi, the grandeur of Putuo's compassion, and the profound mystery of Shangqing talismans... all were "brushed" into the foundation of his cultivation.
After continuously absorbing and simulating the orthodox Qi of various schools, the Primordial Qi became increasingly harmonious, vast, and unfathomable.
Finally, when I was on the top of Mount Tai, watching the sunrise and the sea of clouds, I suddenly felt enlightened!
The moment the first wisp of purple aura rose from the east, illuminating the sky and the sea of clouds, the surging Qi within his body completed its final transformation.
That long-standing bottleneck—shattered with a roar!
His cultivation level broke through, and he stepped into the legendary "Peak" realm.
Although he is only at the lower end of the spectrum, he has already joined the ranks of the world's top powerhouses!
Feng Baobao, after three years of secluded cultivation and training, coupled with her already extraordinary immortal body, faced virtually no bottlenecks in her cultivation.
The Golden Light Mantra has been perfected, and the protective golden light is as solid as a tangible substance.
Yang Wulei's strikes were also quite impressive, though not as refined and domineering as Zhang Yunyuan's, they were still incredibly powerful.
What's even more terrifying is that her "messy" farming techniques, honed from her physical instincts, have become increasingly concise and sharp after being honed in countless real battles... with each move potentially fatal.
Although his cultivation level is only half a step hero, his actual combat strength is enough to make ordinary heroes dare not underestimate him!
Without hesitation, the two turned and headed east.
The target was the long-lost ancestral temple of Taoism.
—We're back.
Chapter 110 The Transmission of the Celestial Master's Instructions, Zhang Jingqing Passes Away
Upon returning to Longhu Mountain, Zhang Jingqing and Zhang Zhiwei were struck dumb upon seeing the two men.
Even though their minds were already as calm as still water, a huge wave of emotion surged within them at this moment.
Zhang Yunyuan's aura was as deep as an abyss, its depths unfathomable, as if he had merged with heaven and earth.
As for Feng Baobao... her harmonious, self-consistent, and ever-renewing Qi was completely beyond their comprehension.
"you two……"
Zhang Zhiwei's perpetually sleepy eyes widened, and he circled the two of them twice, clicking his tongue in amazement, "Did you eat an elixir of immortality after coming down the mountain?"
The old Celestial Master Zhang Jingqing simply stared at Zhang Yunyuan for a long time before letting out a long sigh, his eyes filled with relief and a hint of barely perceptible worry.
After a brief reunion, Zhang Yunyuan took Feng Baobao down the mountain again.
He knew that leaving his astonishing progress on the mountain would only attract unnecessary suspicion and trouble.
Only by walking through the world can one attribute everything to "chance".