After all, the Innate Skill was his life’s work and pride.
“So that’s it, incorporating the mysteries of the Big Dipper into the Innate Skill can lower its threshold, allowing Grandmasters to practice it!”
Wang Chongyang’s eyes shone brightly, and he couldn’t help but slap his thigh and shout, standing up in excitement. He marveled at the improved Innate Skill.
The Quanzhen Seven were initially puzzled by their master’s sudden change in expression and trembling body. It wasn’t until Wang Chongyang exclaimed that they realized Ning Changge was communicating with him.
Hearing Wang Chongyang’s words, they exchanged glances, their emotions once again surging with disbelief. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⚑fire.net
From Wang Chongyang’s reaction, it was clear what Ning Changge was discussing.
“The Little Immortal… has even improved the Innate Skill? Grandmasters can now practice it…”
The Quanzhen Seven’s breathing quickened, especially Ma Yu, Wang Chuyi, and the newly promoted Tan Chuduan, all of whom were Grandmasters. This meant they could begin practicing the Innate Skill!
They couldn’t help but gasp, staring blankly at the high platform.
Wang Chongyang looked at Ning Changge, his awe and admiration beyond words. He had always considered himself a rare martial arts prodigy in the Jianghu, but compared to Ning Changge, he seemed ordinary.
He had spent nearly a decade trying to combine the Innate Skill with the Nine Yin Manual, but Ning Changge had accomplished it in just three days—and so perfectly.
The improved Innate Skill’s mantras echoed in his mind, leaving Wang Chongyang with nothing but admiration. Such ingenious ideas were beyond his reach, even with another twenty years.
He stood up straight and bowed deeply to Ning Changge. “Changge, this bow is to thank you for enriching the foundation of Quanzhen. With the Quanzhen Heart Method and Innate Skill, our legacy is secure. Thank you!”
His sincerity was evident.
He didn’t make grand promises of future support but knew that if Ning Changge ever needed anything, the Quanzhen Sect would be there to help.
Seeing their grandmaster bow so deeply, the Quanzhen disciples followed suit, exclaiming, “Thank you, Little Immortal, for enriching the foundation of Quanzhen!”
Ning Changge helped Wang Chongyang up and smiled. “Master Chongyang gifted me the Quanzhen Daoist texts and martial arts. I’m merely returning the favor. This is karma.”
He was open-minded and didn’t dwell on it. If Wang Chongyang hadn’t shared the Quanzhen martial arts with him, there wouldn’t have been such gains.
The Quanzhen disciples were filled with emotion. Returning the favor was one thing, but the favor Ning Changge had returned was immense.
Wang Chongyang took several deep breaths to calm his emotions. Years of cultivation couldn’t compare to the shock he had experienced today. What he had thought would be a normal lecture had turned into a day full of surprises from Ning Changge.
As Ning Changge sat on the platform, many admiring glances were cast his way.
With his lecture concluded, Ning Changge remained silent. Typically, the next part would be a Q&A session and mutual verification among the disciples.
However, given the excitement from Ning Changge’s lecture, Wang Chongyang decided to lecture a second time, focusing on cultivating the mind.
As Wang Chongyang’s voice filled the hall, the disciples’ excitement gradually subsided.
After an incense stick’s worth of time, the Q&A session began. Most questions were directed at the Quanzhen Seven, and if they couldn’t answer, Wang Chongyang would step in. No one dared to question Ning Changge, out of respect. Though they were eager to ask, they feared their questions might be laughed at.
Time passed, and the lecture gradually drew to a close.
Ma Yu stood up, smiling. Thanks to Ning Changge’s participation, this had been the most successful lecture in a decade, with everyone gaining something. He was about to conclude the session when a loud, frantic voice echoed from afar:
“Senior Brother! Senior Brother! Save me! If you don’t, your junior brother will die!”
Everyone instinctively looked toward the source of the voice and saw two figures approaching.
Leading the way was a chubby Daoist with small, round eyes, followed by a sinister-looking middle-aged man holding a snake-headed staff with a high nose bridge.
It was Zhou Botong and the Western Venom, Ouyang Feng!
Zhou Botong was known for his restlessness and had skipped the lecture to wander down the mountain, only to be ambushed by Ouyang Feng. Now, his face was darkened with poison, clearly having been bitten by snakes.
“I know I was wrong! I won’t be naughty anymore!”
“This old venom is terrifying! He set snakes on me!”
Zhou Botong shouted, his eyes darting around for an opportunity, while venomous snakes slithered in from all directions, making everyone’s skin crawl.
Ouyang Feng, the Western Venom, was known for his Toad Skill and mastery of snake control. As he played a flute, the snakes rose, flicking their tongues menacingly, creating a terrifying scene.
Ma Yu and the others were furious, shouting, “Ouyang Feng, you call yourself one of the Song Dynasty’s Five Greats, yet you resort to such despicable tactics! Release my martial uncle, or you’ll regret it!”
The Quanzhen Seven stepped forward, standing in a line. Though their martial skills weren’t exceptional, their respect for their master and love for their disciples were unwavering. Even against a top-tier Heaven-Man like Ouyang Feng, they showed no fear.
Ouyang Feng lowered his flute and sneered. He ignored the Quanzhen Seven and looked at Wang Chongyang on the high platform.
However, the white-robed young Daoist beside him caught his attention.
He hadn’t noticed this person before. Only now, as he looked over, did his pupils contract. He didn’t know who this was, but they were seated alongside Wang Chongyang.