Chapter 1377: His secret had been discovered

"Do you believe there are truly immortals in this world?"

"There must be, though they are not in the mortal realm. Actually, in my humble opinion, stepping into the Grandmaster Realm is equivalent to stepping onto the path of immortality. Grandmasters are the immortals we imagine—capable of anything!"

Pure Yang Zhenren's perspective, to a certain extent, coincided with some of Chen Guanlou's own thoughts.

"Advancing to Grandmaster is far too difficult. The martial artists in this world are as numerous as the stars, yet Grandmasters are one in ten thousand. Setting aside the martial path, according to simple concepts, a Grandmaster is indeed equivalent to an immortal, at least possessing some immortal-like methods."

Just based on the heaven-destroying and earth-shattering methods of a Grandmaster, he wouldn't dare believe they weren't immortals. Based on his shallow understanding of cultivation, early-stage immortals were likely not even as strong as a Grandmaster.

"Following this logic, one can cultivate to immortality in this world."

"Theoretically, one can cultivate to immortality." Pure Yang Zhenren nodded in agreement. "But in practice, those who can step into the Grandmaster Realm are one in ten thousand. Entering the martial path has so many conditions and restrictions, requiring all sorts of medicinal pills for assistance. You are an exception! Advancing to Grandmaster must be a matter of the right time, the right place, and the right people; everything must be in place, and success will come naturally. Relying solely on popping pills clearly won't lead to advancement. How difficult it is!"

He was filled with emotion.

He himself had relied on popping pills all the way to a Seventh-Rank martial artist, after which he was stuck, unable to advance any further.

His talent was limited; even with countless resources piled up, he could only barely reach this level.

Unlike those with extraordinary talent, who could reach the Ninth Rank in just a few years of casual practice.

Comparing people to people is infuriating!

Envy, jealousy, and hatred!

Sometimes he really wished he could drag all those talented powerhouses down from their pedestals to see how they would act then!

They clearly have such great talent, yet they keep crying in front of ordinary people about how they can't do this or that. If you really can't do it, at least advance slower, giving ordinary people some hope of catching up.

They are clearly terrifyingly strong, yet they insist on saying they are just average.

Upon hearing such words, a murderous intent would instantly arise!

"You should have hope!"

He looked at Chen Guanlou and said solemnly.

Before the other could ask, he explained: "You don't pop pills, you are indifferent to fame and wealth, and your material desires are not strong. This temperament is beneficial to martial cultivation and will certainly help with breakthroughs. As long as the timing is right, success will surely come naturally."

"When is the timing considered right?"

Pure Yang Zhenren shook his head. "I do not know. I am merely a half-baked martial artist; in this life, I cannot even advance to the Ninth Rank, let alone the Grandmaster Realm. I am just saying this for the sake of it; ultimately, you still need to explore and comprehend it yourself."

"So, in the end, there is no experience to draw upon for advancing to Grandmaster. Can it be understood that everyone's timing is different?"

"Perhaps! It is also possible that the Grandmasters in the world are stingy about passing on their experience. After all, there are far too few people with hope of breaking through to the Grandmaster Realm. Moreover, these people are quite cautious, rarely showing their faces, and most spend long periods in seclusion to comprehend the Dao. I am seeing someone as active as you for the first time."

Chen Guanlou smiled upon hearing this.

"Living in this world, one must have some normal desires. If I were truly like an ascetic monk, meditating and comprehending every day, I would likely have fallen into demonic obsession long ago. Desires need an outlet; living in the mundane world is that outlet."

"In that case, everyone has troubles, and you are no exception."

"I am a normal person, so of course I have troubles." Chen Guanlou did not deny it. He didn't know if the ascetic monk style of cultivation was right or useful, but he certainly couldn't do it.

He wanted to enjoy life.

He wanted to indulge in joy.

"Your current state is very good! It is a virtue to have self-awareness. Based on my observation, many martial artists lack self-awareness and severely overestimate themselves, thus planting inner demons and falling into demonic obsession at critical moments. There are quite a few such people."

Chen Guanlou completely agreed with this point of view.

Wang Hai was a typical example, overestimating his own ability, wanting everything. He struggled with inner demons all day, and his cultivation could not advance an inch.

The two chatted about other things, and Chen Guanlou stayed at Yuquan Palace for a vegetarian meal before taking his leave.

Passing by the Jixia Academy, the occasional sound of reading drifted into his ears, which was very pleasant to hear.

He stood on a treetop, listening for the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, gaining some slight insight.

"Where does the Daoist friend come from?"

A deep, resonant voice entered his ears, going straight into his brain.

It seemed somewhat familiar.

He chuckled. "I come from where I came from!"

"The Daoist friend's cultivation seems to have improved again." The tone was filled with envy.

Chen Guanlou raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Why don't you come out and meet me, Daoist friend? This is our second conversation, and I still don't know your name or what you look like."

"Everyone has one nose, two eyes, and one mouth; there is nothing rare about that. I see that you seem to have confusion, Daoist friend. If you don't mind, you can tell me about it."

"If you are willing to show yourself, I would be willing to chat with you." Chen Guanlou invited with a smile.

"Forget it!"

"Are you unsociable and dislike meeting people, or are you so ugly that you fear meeting others?"

Chen Guanlou teased.

The other party suddenly went silent.

Chen Guanlou amplified his five senses to search the surroundings, but he did not find the other party.

Their cultivation is not low!

Hiding in the Jixia Academy, yet talking to him twice and refusing to show their face—could it be a sweeping monk of the current era? Is there a big shot hiding in the Jixia Academy?

That is indeed possible.

The Jixia Academy's reputation resounds throughout the world, and with several hundred years of history, it is perfectly normal to hide a few sweeping monks. As the saying goes, the greatest hermit hides in the city. What place could be more suitable for hiding than the Jixia Academy?

Forget it!

Since the other party refuses to show their face, he will wait for next time.

Since the other party likes talking to him so much, they will surely be unable to resist popping up again next time.

He returned directly to the Heavenly Prison to continue his wonderful life of drinking tea and listening to music.

Medical Official Mu performed two more surgeries himself.

One was for an external injury, which was relatively simple.

The other was for a malignant disease in the abdomen; with the prisoner's consent, he cut open the abdomen to remove the flesh for treatment! The surgery was completed smoothly, but it was unknown how the subsequent healing would go, and whether the prisoner could survive remained an unknown.

Chen Guanlou offered his congratulations, his medical skills having improved once again.

Medical Official Mu looked exhausted and gulped down half a pot of tea in one breath. "I am not very confident."

"Did the surgery have complications?"

"There were no complications. It's just that the prisoner's abdominal disease was too severe, and the flesh had already rotted. I barely managed to remove it, but the subsequent healing is very dangerous. I don't know if they can pull through."

"Do your best and leave the rest to fate! Even if they die, it is their fate!" Chen Guanlou's comfort sounded rigid and useless.

Medical Official Mu actually took it to heart. "That is the logic. Beforehand, I told the prisoner that whether they live or die depends entirely on fate. Anyway, all the necessary medicines will be used, and they are all top-quality medicines. If they still can't survive this, it is truly fate!"

He had gained quite a bit of insight from today's surgery and needed to write it down quickly.

While busy, he didn't forget to ask, "Does my lord have any troubles?"

"Is it that obvious? You can tell?"

Chen Guanlou was surprised.

How does everyone know he has troubles just by looking at him? He clearly doesn't show his emotions on his face; when did he put his worries on his face? If this is the case, doesn't he have no secrets? ===== CHAPTER 1378 =====