The greatest gain today, aside from the Buddhist artifact Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle,
was entering a peculiar state within Wuque’s Great Compassion Mantra, touching the threshold of breakthrough.
Currently, I sat cross-legged on the bed, practicing breathing and cultivation.
The spiritual energy on Wudang Mountain was truly abundant. I felt that a full day of cultivation here was 1.5 times faster than our usual practice.
Perhaps even higher.
1.5 times might not seem like much, but accumulated over time,
two individuals with similar talent would develop a vast disparity.
No wonder many disciples of major sects looked down upon rogue cultivators.
And why many senior cultivators preferred to cultivate in famous mountains and great rivers.
Besides calming the mind, spiritual energy was a significant factor.
Seventeen strands of true qi in my dantian circulated continuously.
Breathing in spiritual energy, nourishing my entire body.
Undergoing the cultivation, the slight intoxication from the wine quickly vanished.
Instead, there was a gradual filling of my being.
However, although I had seen the threshold of breakthrough,
there was still a long way to go to step through that door…
After an unknown duration, I opened my eyes.
My body was full of vigor, with no trace of sleepiness.
I lay on the bed and played with my phone for a while.
Since I couldn't sleep, I left the room.
I wanted to sit in the courtyard and feel the cool breeze.
It was past eleven at night, the moon was bright, and the stars were plentiful.
The mountain wind was cool and refreshing.
I stood alone in the courtyard, gazing at the vast expanse of stars.
I also practiced some martial arts, wanting to expend some energy.
But at this moment, noisy sounds erupted from outside the small courtyard.
“This is our stuff, why are you giving it to them?”
“Are you looking for trouble?”
“…”
The sudden commotion attracted my attention.
I walked out of the courtyard and found that on the small plaza below, three people seemed to have a conflict.
Under the light, I saw a blond Western youth arguing with two disciples from the Kongtong Sect.
The Western youth was likely drunk.
He babbled a lot, and besides a few “f*ck”s, I didn’t understand anything else.
However, the two Kongtong Sect disciples clearly understood some English.
Hearing these words, they became enraged.
A tall and thin Kongtong disciple, clearly displeased, spoke:
“How dare you insult us? You need to understand, this is the East. On our territory, you are so arrogant?”
“Senior brother, stop wasting time. Let’s just teach this Western kid a lesson.”
The blond opposite them, whether he understood or not, appeared very dismissive.
He even provocatively gave them a thumbs-up gesture, saying in broken Chinese:
“Eastern pigs, come here!”
Hearing this, let alone the provoked Kongtong disciples,
even I, as an observer, felt very displeased.
This was our Wudang Sect of the East, a sacred place of Taoism.
A kid from the Western church was so arrogant.
Anyone with a bit of spirit couldn’t stand it.
The tall and thin Kongtong disciple’s expression turned cold, and he directly cursed:
“Son of a b*tch, junior brother, I’ll deal with him!”
After speaking, the tall and thin Kongtong disciple’s face darkened, and his body trembled.
A wave of true qi vibrated outwards.
The distance was not great, so I could vaguely sense his cultivation.
Qi Condensation peak.
For a young generation, this cultivation was already very high.
But the blond man opposite showed disdain:
“Come!”
As he spoke, he beckoned again, his face full of disdain and provocation.
The tall and thin Taoist friend let out a roar and charged forward.
He leaped forward with a punch.
This punch was powerful, carrying a humming resonance of qi.
But as soon as he got close, the blond man kicked him sideways.
The tall and thin Taoist friend cried out, falling to the ground with a thud, a footprint appearing on his face.
The other Kongtong Taoist, seeing this, also became furious:
“Senior brother!”
He then unleashed his full cultivation and formed a hand seal:
“Flying Star Seal!”
He launched a hand seal at the blond man.
A golden talisman seal flew rapidly towards the blond man.
The blond man saw it and a cold smile played on his lips.
He seemed to mutter something and waved his hand.
The next second, something magical happened.
The "Flying Star Seal" instantly shattered and disappeared in mid-air.
And the Kongtong Taoist standing not far away was as if he had been punched a dozen times.
His body contorted, he let out several screams of agony,
and finally, with a thud, he knelt on the ground, blood flowing from his mouth, unable to move.
His strikes were truly ruthless.
Watching this, I was also somewhat surprised.
The blond man truly had some skills.
Was this Western sorcery?
Even I couldn't gauge his cultivation level.
I only felt a surge of energy, and the Kongtong Taoist was forced to kneel and bleed.
It gave a feeling of profound mystery.
I frowned slightly. It seemed the cultivators from the Western Church were indeed formidable.
However, after winning, the blond man did not stop.
Instead, he arrogantly continued speaking in his broken Chinese:
“Your Taoist arts cannot defeat my Western grand magic!
Do you understand, you two Eastern pigs!”
As he spoke, the blond man looked contemptuous, even pulling at the corners of his eyes to make a slitted-eye gesture.
He was completely insulting and discriminating against us.
Seeing this, the two Kongtong Taoists gritted their teeth and tried to stand up and fight.
Though defeated, they would not surrender.
But they were injured, and despite several attempts, they couldn't get to their feet.
The blond man continued to laugh mockingly, calling them "Eastern pigs" repeatedly, which was particularly grating to hear.
Although I dislike trouble,
this foreigner, on our land, had bullied us.
And was so arrogant and presumptuous, looking down on my Eastern Taoist lineage and fellow practitioners.
As a member of the Taoist lineage, I simply couldn't stand by.
After my cultivation session, I had a surplus of energy with nowhere to release it.
If I didn't show him what for, he wouldn't know the sky from the ground.
With a cold snort, I leaped directly over the fence:
“Golden-haired dog, don’t you dare bark nonsense. I’ll knock out your dog teeth in a moment…”