Chapter 1 How is This Possible!

"How is this possible!"

Feng Mingtao couldn't help but rub his eyes. Not far in front of them, along with the voice, was a person.

Even though everyone was staring intently, no one saw how this person appeared.

It was as if he had been there all along.

The person was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, dressed in a brown xuan (dark) robe, with his back to the crowd, his face indistinguishable.

An Qisheng was also shocked.

At this time, although the thunderclouds were gradually dissipating, the rain was still drizzling. Yet, the person's clothes were dry, without a single damp spot.

Water could not penetrate!

It was as if there was an invisible qi wall around him, causing the raindrops to slide away without touching his body.

"Mu Longcheng! He really came?!"

"What kind of kung fu is this? Is it really invisibility?"

"Am I seeing things?"

Mu Longcheng was actually right in front of them!

The crowd in front of the Golden Hall was in an uproar, their hearts shaken.

This was not just kung fu, but a legendary divine ability!

Did Mu Longcheng know invisibility?

"It's not that we can't see him, and he's not really invisible. It's just an illusion, similar to hypnotism?"

An Qisheng's eyes flickered.

He had felt something was wrong around him before, probably when Mu Longcheng had silently influenced their minds?

Making them subconsciously ignore his existence?

An Qisheng compared this with some concepts from hypnotism, making some guesses.

But in his view, this ability was even more terrifying than invisibility.

If Mu Longcheng had the ability to make them unable to see him, then he had the ability to make them unable to see other things.

For example, what you see as a flat plain may actually be a bottomless abyss.

"Mu Longcheng..."

A person's name is like the shadow of a tree.

Mu Longcheng's title of "Number One Under Heaven" was almost universally acknowledged. Regardless of their feelings towards him, no one dared to be careless when facing him.

For a time, the dozen or so people in front of the Golden Hall all became tense, afraid to breathe loudly, lest they break the delicate atmosphere between the two grandmasters.

Several people even turned and walked away, watching from the edge of the Taihe Hall.

"Your spirit almost deceived my perception. I thought you wouldn't come, but you still came."

Daoist Juechen stood in front of the Golden Hall, his eyes lowered, looking down at the newcomer.

Daoist Juechen understood something in his heart.

Mu Longcheng's spiritual realm had almost surpassed "Seeing the Divine is Not Bad" (jian shen bu huai). Even the ability to sense danger and avoid it, which was characteristic of "Seeing the Divine is Not Bad", could be deceived by him.

Only in this way could one explain why the two divine-level masters who came to his door before both suffered a miserable fate of one death and one injury.

"A caged chicken has food but cannot spread its wings, while a wild crane has no grain but the vastness of the world!

Daoist brother, your talent is no less than mine, but unfortunately, you have been in a cage for too long, your wings are difficult to stretch, you cannot be free, and ultimately it is difficult to explore the path ahead."

Mu Longcheng's voice was still calm. He spoke quickly, but very clearly, gathering and not dispersing in the wind and rain:

"Lei Huo (thunder-fire) refines the Golden Hall. The Golden Hall is protection, but also a shackle. Without the courage to face the thunder-fire, how can one have the opportunity to transcend the ordinary?"

"A caged chicken?"

Daoist Juechen raised his long eyebrows and laughed:

"Mu Longcheng, ah Mu Longcheng, you also benefited greatly in Da Xuan, and the foundation of your kung fu was also laid in Da Xuan. Now that you have moved overseas, you call it a cage?"

"A shackle is a shackle, regardless of what I once gained. Everything I once received in Da Xuan is now just a shackle to me.

Benevolence, righteousness, morality, rules, regulations, rites and doctrines... all of this was imposed by others, not something of my own."

Mu Longcheng stood with his hands behind his back. He was not tall, but standing in the drizzle, he had the majesty of a mountain:

"The lotus grows in the mud, and the elixir is formed in the furnace, but in the end, they are not of the same kind."

Daoist Juechen smiled dumbly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Not of the same kind? Are you a god?"

"I am not a god, nor do I believe that there are any gods in this world."

Mu Longcheng was not happy or angry at the sarcasm in Daoist Juechen's words, and his voice was still calm and unwavering:

"Humans have evolved step by step from ape-men, primitive humans, and Homo sapiens. They will not deny their origins, nor will they regard them as the same kind. I am not a god, but I am no longer a human."

"You are becoming more and more arrogant!"

Daoist Juechen's eyebrows drooped, the beard on his face trembled, and his attitude was cold:

"This old Dao is too lazy to care whether you are a god or a human. Even if you are just a dog, that's your business! What do you want to do here in Wudang today?"

"Daoist brother, there is no need to try to anger me. Whether you say I am a human or a dog, the degree of insult to me is the same. I will not be angry about it."

Mu Longcheng shook his head slightly, his eyes indifferent and deep:

"I have only four purposes in coming to Da Xuan: Zhang Sanfeng's manuscript, Damo's relics, Wang Chongyang's annotations, and Gu Changfeng's Xinyi Quan (heart and intention fist) manual."

"Oh? As Changsheng said, you are here for this."

Daoist Juechen raised his head, with a hint of surprise:

"But I am very curious. With your current kung fu, you are no less than those past sages. What use are a few relics to you?"

"It is said that thousands of years ago, Zhang Sanfeng founded the sect and established the Dao in Wudang. On the day the Golden Hall was built, he carried a bronze statue up the mountain and placed it in the Golden Hall..."

Mu Longcheng glanced at the faintly visible Zhenwu (True Martial) bronze statue in the Golden Hall and said seriously:

"I am probably just one step away."

"The Zhenwu bronze statue weighs ten tons. Who can carry it up the mountain?"

Feng Mingtao, who heard the conversation between the two not far away, couldn't help but say.

He was born with divine strength, and after practicing Xingyi Quan (Form and Will Fist), his strength had greatly increased. A single punch had already broken a thousand catties, but having a thousand catties of punching power and lifting a thousand catties were two completely different concepts.

He couldn't imagine what kind of horror it would be to lift a ten-ton bronze statue up the mountain.

He couldn't help but pull An Qisheng and whispered:

"If kung fu can be practiced to this point, wouldn't it be earth-shattering?"

"I don't know."

An Qisheng shook his head.

He was reluctant to believe it, but he didn't think Mu Longcheng was someone who spoke nonsense.

But if what he said was true...

That would be very terrifying.

Not only An Qisheng and the other two, Yi Feibai, Mei Liangxin and others were also surprised and uncertain, and began to discuss in low voices.

"It's just a rumor, and you believe it."

Daoist Juechen's eyes were a little strange:

"Han Longhua said you were crazy, and I didn't believe it. Now it seems that you are indeed crazy. You actually want to compare yourself to a rumor that may not be true..."

"If I don't compare myself to rumors, what can I compare myself to?"

Mu Longcheng sighed softly:

"Daoist brother, the reason why I am telling you so much is because you once gave me guidance when my kung fu was not yet complete. Now that I have seen the road ahead, I have come to ferry you, not to be your enemy."

"Ferry me?"

Daoist Juechen was stunned at first, then laughed and stepped forward, shifting like a mountain, his aura majestic:

"This old Dao will see how much progress you have made to dare to ferry me!"