Qi Transportation, Qi Transportation, while seemingly illusory, simply refers to those who respond to the times at critical junctures of fate, doing specific things at specific times.

Doing specific things at specific times makes one a prominent figure of the era.

But if someone can calculate his past and future, find someone to replace him at that time, and do those things, then the one who stirs up the situation may not be him.

Of course, a change of mind can lead to a different future.

When fortune arrives, heaven and earth lend their strength; when luck departs, heroes are no longer free. That's how it is.

Throughout history, past lives, present lives, and even the Jiu Fu Realm, there's no shortage of such people. At first, their luck turns for the better, becoming unstoppable, and no one can hinder them in anything they do. But after their luck runs out, if they can't seize the opportunity, everything will dissipate like smoke.

Even a pig can fly when it's standing at the eye of the storm. However, when the storm passes, if it can't transform into a dragon, there are countless pigs that fall to their deaths.

That Su Jie, obviously, is seizing the opportunity to transform into a dragon amidst the storm. Only in this way can he become an important figure who bridges the past and the future.

Ten thousand years later, when someone writes history, he will inevitably be an unforgettable, radiant figure.

Such a person is of great significance. He originally wanted to send an invitation, but after thinking about it, he decided not to interfere.

It would be a great pity if a future grandmaster were to disappear due to his intervention.

"Being able to attract a hidden dragon, Wudang Mountain today might be very lively..."

An Qi Sheng seemed to sense something, smiled faintly, and then disappeared into the crowd.

.......

Wudang Mountain, one of the Xuan Nation's Taoist holy lands, is the most famous tourist attraction in Hu Province, attracting millions of tourists from home and abroad every year.

It seems that every day is crowded with people, bustling and lively.

There are also many foreign tourists among them.

These foreigners are very strong, with steady steps, long arms and legs, and they walk like the wind. Many of them have some martial arts skills, and what's more, they practice Wudang Mountain's martial arts.

With Xuan Xing dominating both poles, the culture of Da Xuan is naturally sought after by foreigners. Foreign tourists account for a large proportion of Wudang Mountain's annual revenue.

The martial arts schools at the foot of Wudang Mountain also have some foreign students.

However, Wudang is much more low-key than Shaolin. The martial arts schools at the foot of the mountain are mostly privately run, and the disciples under Jue Chen Dao Ren don't widely open their doors. The number of disciples is small compared to Shaolin.

Su Jie was visiting Wudang Mountain for the first time, and he couldn't help but compare the differences between Wudang Mountain and Shaolin Temple in his mind.

Both were equally prosperous and equally lively.

But they were two different extremes. Shaolin was solemn, while Wudang was picturesque.

Even though there were a lot of people, Su Jie could still feel tranquility when he looked at Wudang Mountain from afar. It was a special quality that had nothing to do with the external environment.

"A thousand-year-old sacred site, where the geomantic energies converge, is indeed a place to nurture great dragons."

Porter's blue eyes flickered slightly as he slowly said:

"Jue Chen Dao Ren is not much different from Zhang Sanfeng back then."

He was proficient in metaphysics, even more so than the people of Da Xuan. He knew a great deal about ancient culture, various martial arts, Taoist scriptures, and Confucianism. Su Jie was amazed by his ability to quote scriptures and allusions.

Hearing him talk about feng shui at this moment, Su Jie couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

Although he practiced martial arts, he didn't believe in feng shui.

What feng shui, hidden dragons, it was all too illusory.

"You haven't reached that level of cultivation, so it's normal that you can't feel it yet. You'll understand in the future."

Porter saw that Su Jie didn't believe him, but he didn't care much.

Whether it was metaphysics or science, he didn't absolutely believe in either. He only believed in what he saw and felt. Today's learning overthrows yesterday's learning. However, today's learning may not be overthrown in the future.

"Porter, you really like to act as a teacher. You've brought your disciple out here before your injuries have healed."

A melodious voice drifted over, seeming to have substantial weight, resounding in Su Jie's and Porter's hearts.

"Who is it?"

As soon as Su Jie turned his head, his eyes were drawn to a person in the crowd.

The man was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin. He was wearing a brown Xuan robe, with fair skin and ordinary features, easily forgotten after a glance. But his eyes were like deep wells, imprinted in his heart.

He felt that all his secrets had been seen through by these eyes.

Mu Longcheng!

Su Jie felt as if a cat's tail had been stepped on, his hair standing on end, startled.

Mu Longcheng.

A world-class businessman with hundreds of billions in assets and businesses all over the world, he was also recognized by the martial arts world as the number one master.

Of course, he recognized him.

Because every once in a while, there would be news on the media about leaders of various countries meeting with Mu Longcheng.

"I guessed you would come."

Porter's expression didn't change, as if he had known that Mu Longcheng would come:

"But you came so quickly. It seems that you sensed something that made you curious and shocked."

For decades, although Mu Longcheng had been active internationally, he actually lived a reclusive life. Even if the Queen of the British Empire wanted to meet him, it would depend on his mood.

Coming to Da Xuan was even rarer.

"Among the Beggar's Society, you understand me best."

Mu Longcheng nodded slightly.

Without seeing how he moved, he had already arrived in front of the two of them.

He reached out and patted Su Jie's shoulder, as if he had also sensed something:

"Sure enough, a good seedling. Porter, you're better at taking students than I am."

Su Jie's heart was not calm.

In his eyes, Mu Longcheng was a truly great figure.

"You've made progress again."

Porter kept a straight face.

"The mind has passed, but the body has not. This step still needs to be considered."

Mu Longcheng's expression was calm. He suddenly turned his head:

"Oh? Another expert who has achieved Da Dan has arrived. His qi and blood are vigorous, his movements like a dragon and a tiger. It's Shi Xingwu." (Da Dan - Great Elixir)

Su Jie looked around for a long time, but didn't see anyone coming.

Porter nodded after a while:

"It is him."

"With two Huajin (Transformation Strength) monks dead, this Shi Xingwu can't sit still."

Mu Longcheng didn't care too much.

The Shaolin Temple of this era was extremely prosperous, with its industry far surpassing any other sect, but its martial arts were not worth mentioning.

Shi Xingwu's Gangjin (Vigorous Strength) achievement was already the number one in Shaolin, while among Jue Chen Dao Ren's disciples, there were two who had reached Gangjin.

After a glance, he walked up the steps towards the mountain:

"Jue Chen has been waiting for a long time."

He came quietly and left without a trace.

Su Jie watched him walk into the crowd. In the next moment, he could no longer see his back. It was like a drop of water disappearing into the sea. He knew he was in the crowd, but he didn't know where he was.

It seemed that only when he wanted to see himself could he see him. Otherwise, even if he was right in front of him, he wouldn't be able to see him at all.

.......

At the foot of Wudang Mountain, a car slowly stopped.

Several martial monks got out of the car.

Walking at the end was a fat monk.

The monk looked to be in his thirties, very tall and fat. As he walked, the flesh on his face was shaking.

Although he didn't have a smile on his face, he gave people the feeling that he was always smiling.

"Xin Wu, Xin Lu..."

Shi Xingwu sighed softly, as if the headless bodies of his two junior nephews appeared before his eyes.

"Shishu (Martial Uncle), there will be thunderstorms tonight. Abbot Jue Chen should be at Jin Ding (Golden Summit) today."

A martial monk said in a low voice:

"Abbot Jue Chen was the last person to see the murderer. He should know the most about the murderer's life or death."

"Be careful with your words and actions on this trip, and do not conflict with anyone."

Shi Xingwu nodded slightly and walked towards the mountain.

These few great monks followed the customs, bought tickets, and went up the mountain with the tourists.

Their attire was very eye-catching, and many tourists were very interested.

"Are the monks from Shaolin Temple here to challenge?"

Many foreigners were even more interested.

It was rare to see monks on Wudang Mountain, especially these few monks, who clearly weren't ordinary monks.

Some foreign students from the martial arts schools at the foot of the mountain even gathered around.

"You, Shaolin Kung Fu! Me, Wudang Kung Fu!"

A tall white man spoke broken Da Xuan dialect, stopping a few people and gesticulating wildly.

He seemed to want to compete.

Other tourists were even more interested, and many took out their phones to take pictures.

The few great monks exchanged glances, just about to speak.

Shi Xingwu had already put his hands together and spoke with a vibrating throat:

"Amitabha!"

This great monk was large and had an even louder voice. He exhaled and spoke, directly causing the surrounding tourists' ears to ring. The foreign student was stunned in place, his qi and blood surging, and his vision went black.

By the time everyone came back to their senses, the group of great monks had disappeared from sight.

This inevitably led to a burst of exclamations.

Da Xuan's martial spirit was quite strong. However, in a peaceful world, there was no need for martial combat. Experts all came from the imperial palace and the military. There were very few real experts in the folk.

Being able to fight ten people alone was already considered an expert to ordinary people.

Experts like Shi Xingwu were unimaginable to ordinary people.

In fact, if it weren't for the tragic deaths of his two junior nephews, he wouldn't have even come down the mountain.

"Another great master!"

Not far away, Su Jie's eardrums were slightly numb, and he couldn't help but smack his lips in admiration.

Before meeting Porter, he was just an ordinary person who had never seen many experts.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Shi Xingwu's external training is extremely good. Among the Gangjing, there are few who have better external training than him."

Porter watched calmly and even commented:

"Shaolin Temple still has some foundation. Unfortunately, this foundation will only become weaker and weaker with the development of artificial intelligence, and eventually become useless..."

A thousand years of foundation couldn't compare to the short few years of artificial intelligence. This was still artificial intelligence targeting not only martial arts, boxing techniques, and fighting skills.

Or rather, artificial intelligence was only putting in a little bit of effort, and it had already surpassed the thousands of years of boxing and fighting routines in Da Xuan.

If artificial intelligence hadn't yet cracked the mysteries of various levels, experts in the army would have already become commonplace. Everyone reaching Huajin, everyone forming Dan (Elixir), wouldn't be impossible.

The power of the times was so astonishing.

Even if it was just a speck of dust from the times, it could crush thousands of years of martial arts into powder.

"Artificial intelligence..."

A strange feeling arose in Su Jie's heart.

His major in university was a subject about artificial intelligence...

Whoosh~~~

The wind on the mountain was very strong, with the appearance of thunderstorms coming. Many tourists were already hurrying down the mountain. After all, few people were willing to stay on the mountain during thunderstorms.

Mu Longcheng walked up the steps unhurriedly. From afar, he could already see the location of Wudang's Jin Ding (Golden Summit).

Along with the changes in the magnetic field between heaven and earth, he faintly felt the aura of Jue Chen Dao Ren.

"Eh?"

Suddenly, Mu Longcheng stopped, and a trace of ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes.

Clang!

Immediately, a melodious and ethereal sound of striking a chime fell from the sky.