Chapter 111 One Hour Later

An hour later.

Inside a luxurious suite on a high floor of the Green Lawn Hotel.

Li Cheng颐, bare-chested, had just finished showering and was looking at Da Zhuang, who had just arrived.

"Was it handled properly?"

"Yes!" Da Zhuang replied, lowering his head nervously. "I really want to become your disciple! My name is Li Chongnan, I'm nineteen years old, in good health, have no bad habits, love to learn and exercise, and have a strong interest in combat skills. I've learned a little bit of the basics before, but only for self-defense. I have enough time and money each month to invest in training, and my measurements are..."

"Wait," Li Cheng颐 said, speechless. "No need for the measurements. They're probably all about the same thickness anyway."

"..." Da Zhuang, Li Chongnan, glanced at his figure, unable to retort.

"I have another question."

"Please ask!"

"Why do you want to become my disciple? There are so many schools and martial artists. Compared to me, a guy with an unknown background, wouldn't they be much more reliable?" Li Cheng颐 asked.

"Because of intuition!" Da Zhuang raised his head. "I've had a very strong intuition since I was a child, and I've watched the Ji Wu Lie Zhan competition many times. Even the champions in it aren't at your level."

"Intuition..." This was something Li Cheng颐 hadn't expected.

First Pan En, and now this Li Chongnan...

They were actually relying on intuition to make the choices that best suited their safety and interests.

Interesting...

"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?" Li Cheng颐 asked again.

"I am afraid... but I trust my intuition even more!" Da Zhuang replied seriously.

She didn't have much talent. She couldn't become a Feiyi Master, her aptitude for combat skills was just average, and the same went for her studies; her grades were only mediocre.

But there was one thing she was confident she was better at than others.

That was perseverance!

"So, what's your reason for wanting to become stronger?" Li Cheng颐 asked finally.

"I..." Countless experiences from Da Zhuang's childhood flashed through her mind.

Tolerance, suppression, forced smiles, pretending to be ugly, putting on the face of a nice guy to everyone.

Hiding everything in her heart, suppressing it all...

"I want... freedom!"

"Freedom..." Li Cheng颐 was silent for a moment. "That's a good answer... I can give you hope, but whether you can achieve it depends on yourself."

He reached out and placed a somewhat worn, ancient-looking booklet.

On the booklet's light blue cover, the words *Sheng Ling Gong* were written in a flamboyant style.

This was the first layer of the Seven Intent *Sheng Ling Gong* that he had handwritten and aged.

This foundation technique of the Faceless Sword School was very strange and mysterious.

The seven layers of the technique each had seven complete realms.

The cultivation method also consumed a lot of resources, requiring a large number of drugs that stimulated the mind and consciousness to train one's will to the extreme.

Each layer of the *Sheng Ling Gong* would ultimately cultivate a *Sheng Ying* (Saintly Infant), thereby achieving a comprehensive improvement in the intensity of consciousness and the body.

Li Cheng颐 didn't know what the effect would be after completion, but looking at the Faceless Swordsman, he figured it wouldn't be too bad.

"This is a test for you. The entry level to my self-created *Sheng Ling Gong*."

Li Cheng颐 pressed his finger on the booklet, gently pushing it in front of Da Zhuang.

"If you can enter the door within a month, you can come to me to formally become my disciple."

"If you can't, I will kill you to prevent leaks."

Li Cheng颐's eyes flashed, sweeping across Da Zhuang's neck, scaring the latter into a shiver, almost wetting his pants.

Of course, he was only scaring him with talk of killing. Otherwise, how would he give the other party enough motivation to cultivate frantically?

The *Sheng Ling Gong* was the first section of the first layer of the technique that he had copied from Hua Yu.

The Seven Intent *Sheng Ling Gong* was counted in sections, and in essence, it had forty-nine layers. This mere first section of the first layer was just the foundation of the foundation. Even if it leaked out, it wouldn't have much effect.

At most, it would be at the same level as many Taoist mind-nurturing methods on the market.

Picking up the booklet, Da Zhuang only felt his heart pounding, and an unspeakable sense of crisis welled up in his heart.

Her eyes were like magnets, staring fixedly at the booklet, gently flipping open the first page.

Dense words appeared all over the paper.

As if possessed, she continued to turn the pages.

Before long, the entire thin booklet had been read through.

Strangely, Da Zhuang felt that she remembered everything she had read: how to calm her mind, how to cultivate, which drugs needed to be mixed to assist, what kind of environment was needed to cooperate, and so on.

Moreover...

"Ah!?" She suddenly shuddered, and the booklet in her hand slipped and fell to the ground.

*Chi.*

The booklet actually ignited spontaneously.

In the blink of an eye, the entire booklet was automatically ignited by black flames, and in just a few seconds, it turned to ashes.

The black ashes automatically faded and disappeared.

A few seconds passed.

There were no traces left on the ground.

It was as if the booklet she had just held was just an illusion.

Da Zhuang stood there blankly, looking up to find Li Cheng颐, only to find that he had left long ago.

Standing there, she stayed for a long while.

She couldn't help but speak out.

"Holy shit!!"

At this moment, she knew she had won the lottery!!

And it was a top prize that was absolutely rare!!

At least the changes just now were difficult for technology to achieve...

Especially the text content that still seemed to be like a photo, remaining in her mind...

At this time, Li Cheng颐, who had already left the hotel, had no idea what had happened in the room.

He didn't know that the *Sheng Ling Gong* he had copied had undergone a strange change.

Not far from the hotel, he received feedback from Evil Flower.

'Seven Intent *Sheng Ling Gong* First *Sheng Ying* confirmed. Hua Yu is simultaneously cultivating.'

Breathing a sigh of relief, a smile appeared on the corner of Li Cheng颐's mouth.

He continued to leave towards the distance of the street.

Since he had come to Chaoyu, he naturally had to visit it properly before leaving.

Especially now that the mission was completed, he took the opportunity to rest and stroll around this top self-circulating city, the second largest in Yi Country.

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Qinggang City.

Dragon Beard Gate.

*Dudu dudu...*

Yu Long was lying on a rattan chair playing a mobile game when suddenly the game paused and a phone call took up the entire screen.

He glanced at the phone number, his expression quickly becoming serious. He sat up and pressed the answer button.

"Hello, Yu Long, the competition organizers have sent you an invitation letter. Have you seen it?" An old male voice sounded solemnly from the other end of the phone.

"What do you mean? We've been out of the circle for so many years? What's the point of giving me an invitation letter?" Yu Long asked, puzzled.

"It's like this. The Zhao family, one of the sponsors of the competition, has proposed minor adjustments to the rules of the competition. Past achievements cannot be regarded as lifelong monuments for receiving rewards and benefits. In order to promote the prosperity and development of combat schools, they have revised the valid years of achievements. Without achievements, all schools not in the top 100 will have all their permanent benefits cancelled. Your Dragon Beard Gate hasn't participated in competitions for a long time, and last year just happened to be past the valid years. So..."

"So we have to participate too?" Yu Long interjected.

"Yes. Unless you want the school to be deregistered with the National Registration Bureau. Without competition results, even the name will be deregistered..."

".What the hell is this!?" Yu Long said unhappily. "Understood, we'll go!"

"Same old place, still in Chaoyu. The time and location will be sent to your phone later. See you later."

The phone hung up.

Yu Long put down his phone, his previously leisurely expression becoming quite unhappy.

In the distant dojo, his most proud disciple, Zhuang Yijing, was sparring with a lithe, slender black-haired woman with a bewitching appearance.

The woman was about twenty or thirty years old, with a more mature temperament than Zhuang Yijing, and was taller with longer legs.

"You two stop!" Yu Long's voice traveled from afar.

After a mutual punch, the two women quickly separated.

"Thank you for the match," Zhuang Yijing clasped her fists in salute.

The woman's expression was unsightly.

"Junior Sister's talent is extraordinary... I am far inferior."

"Senior Sister flatters me," Zhuang Yijing smiled.

In just a few months, she had successfully learned the Zhuxing Longying (Stars Dragon Shadow), Rouqi (Supple Energy) Burst and other techniques that Li Cheng颐 had mastered back then, and had officially entered the Qi realm of the Dragon Beard Strength.

The woman opposite her was Yu Long's biological daughter, Yu Yanxiao.

Unfortunately, her mind was not on martial arts at all. After many years of practicing martial arts, she was actually suppressed head-on by a junior sister who had only been learning for a few months...

The two women, each with their own thoughts, came to Yu Long.

"Master."

"Dad."

"There's something I need you to consider," Yu Long said, looking at the two of them with a serious expression.

He needed to consider who to send to participate in the competition.

After all, he only had two true disciples. The others would never come back to compete.

As for Li Cheng頤...

As a Dead End person, his time was scarce, and since he hadn't officially become a disciple, it was even more impossible for him to represent them.

Now, who should he send as the main force, Yu Yanxiao or Zhuang Yijing...

*Dudu dudu...*

The phone rang again.

Yu Long picked up the phone and looked at it, a complicated look in his eyes.

He pressed the answer button.

"Teacher," Li Cheng颐's voice came from the microphone.

"I received news from the company that you received an invitation to the competition?"

"Your news is quite well-informed," Yu Long smiled. "It's okay, we're just going to go through the motions. We've been out of the martial world for so many years. There's no need to fight them to the death."

The Ji Wu Lie Zhan competition had death and injury quotas. The schools that won the top three could not only gain great fame and attract a large number of noble geniuses to join, but also receive invitations from the military, truly leaping forward and gaining many special privileges, benefits, and a network of relationships.

For schools, money, fame, and power were all available, which naturally led to everyone taking ruthless actions and resorting to various means.

This was desire.

The current top school, the Wild Goose Formation Eight Trigrams School, had climbed to the top step by step.

Their disciples included Feiyi Masters and cyborgs, and even many big bosses and high-ranking nobles sent their core children to study there.

The influence of its master was no less than that of an ordinary regional official.

The annual net profit of its education group alone was in the tens of billions.

"If you don't want to participate, just give up," Li Cheng颐 said.

"That won't do. The rules have changed this time. Once you give up, your school will be deregistered. At least stay in the top 100," Yu Long laughed.

"Just be careful. If you have any difficulties, you can come to me."

"Okay," Yu Long agreed.

In fact, since the last phone call, there had been a deep gap between him and his genius disciple, Li Cheng頤.

Yu Long's way of protecting himself and seeking long-term stability, and Li Cheng颐's way of living brilliantly and walking the path of the stars.

They were two completely contradictory ways of living.

In Yu Long's view, Li Cheng颐 was too domineering, arrogant, and ruthless, taking people's lives at the drop of a hat. Such behavior would be backfired sooner or later.

In Li Cheng颐's view, his teacher's concession was too cowardly, losing his own dignity and will. Such a person would never reach the peak of martial arts.

Therefore, Yu Long decided in his heart that this time, whether he won or lost, no matter how difficult it was, he could not let Li Cheng颐 get involved.

As a Dead End person, coupled with that guy's martial arts philosophy, if he participated in the competition, he might cause a big mess.

(End of this chapter)