Chapter 52: The Pinnacle of Mortal World and the Sole Land Immortal (Seek Follow-Reads

It is said that wherever there are people, there is a jianghu.

And wherever there is a jianghu, there must be distinctions of strength and rank.

This feeling is like in wuxia novels, where Shaolin and Mount Wudang—two sects that appear constantly—are spoken of by all martial artists; whether they truly agree in their hearts or not, they all acknowledge them as the undisputed pillars of the martial world.

In this era’s world, Long Hushan and San Yi Men are similar entities.

The former has existed for an immensely long time, regarded as one of the origins of Daoism, governing the Zhengyi sect, and each generation’s Celestial Master wields the [Five Thunder Orthodoxy], the pinnacle of offensive techniques; thus, in the occult circle, the current Celestial Master of Long Hushan holds a pivotal position, and no one dares question it.

As for San Yi Men…

How to put it? Though its methods are also unmatched in the occult circle, considered comparable to the Celestial Master’s Golden Light Spell and Thunder Arts, decades ago, San Yi Men was not particularly famous.

This was because the [Reversal Life Threefold] technique, though powerful, was extremely difficult to cultivate—even those with exceptional talent found it nearly impossible to enter if they were unsuited to the method.

And if one forced oneself to cultivate it, one’s life could be in danger; even if cured, one would be left disabled.

Thus, over the years, San Yi Men attracted fewer and fewer disciples, and those who reached deep mastery of [Reversal Life Threefold] became rarer still, gradually declining until it was no better than an ordinary second-tier sect.

Until over thirty years ago, a genius named Zuo Ruotong emerged, achieving at under thirty the realm of [Reversal Life Threefold] where severed limbs could regrow, his combat power astonishing beyond compare, unmatched by his peers.

Moreover, his character was pure and noble, bearing the bearing of a celestial immortal, admired by many newcomers in the circle, drawing ever more students to study under him; San Yi Men grew steadily during this time, and now rivals Long Hushan in reputation.

Of course, only in reputation.

Long Hushan is strong because Long Hushan itself is strong; San Yi Men’s strength, however, rests largely on Zuo Ruotong, the Great Fulfillment Immortal—the two cannot be compared.

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“Hahaha! The Celestial Master and Lord Zuo have come in person—my Lu family is truly honored!”

Seeing the two current leaders of the Daoist world come personally to celebrate his eightieth birthday, Old Man Lu felt immense pride, his aged face flushed with joy as he warmly greeted Zhang Jingqing and Zuo Ruotong.

“Old Master Lu, you’re too kind. How could Long Hushan miss your eightieth birthday? We must at least share in the good fortune.”

Zhang Jingqing spoke thus, a smile crossing his rugged face; to those unfamiliar with him, it carried great authority, complemented by his thick beard, evoking images of Zhong Kui, the exorcist deity.

“The Celestial Master is right. Old Master Lu is a senior, and besides, Jin’er is my disciple—how could I not come to pay my respects?”

Zuo Ruotong smiled gently, his handsome, refined appearance brightening the entire banquet, especially against the backdrop of the elderly guests, making him stand out with extraordinary grace; many young attendees, unfamiliar with him, whispered among themselves, and upon learning his identity, their eyes lit up—clearly on the verge of becoming devoted fans.

“Hahahaha—good, good, good! No more formalities—later, you two must drink plenty with this old man until we’re all drunk!”

With that, Old Man Lu ordered his eldest grandson Lu Xuan to check the guest list, confirm everyone’s arrival, then declare the banquet open; cups clinked, wine flowed, and merriment surged.

How long passed, no one knew; night deepened, and the banquet gradually wound down.

At that moment, the Wang family’s representative—the Wang patriarch—gazing at the young group gathered nearby, suddenly proposed that the next day, the children should demonstrate their skills before the major orthodox sects, to assess the new generation’s abilities.

He especially praised Lu Jin, the most accomplished youth of the Lu family, extolling him as peerless, suggesting this was the perfect chance to make him famous in the circle.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xuan, the new Lu family head, wished to decline, but the Lu family and Gao family immediately agreed; others present from various sects also took interest, finding the idea excellent and voicing their support.

Lu Xuan helplessly turned to his grandfather and his son’s master, Zuo Ruotong, seeking their judgment.

“Let the children play—it’s harmless, as long as we keep an eye on them and prevent chaos.”

Zuo Ruotong did not refuse, but something crossed his mind; his gaze flickered toward a corner of the banquet, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

“Then, Celestial Master, what do you think?”

Lu Xuan sighed, then turned toward the Celestial Master, Zhang Jingqing.

“I have no objection… hmm…”

Zhang Jingqing nodded, then paused, lowering his voice to Lu Xuan and Zuo Ruotong: “Lord Lu, Brother Zuo, regarding the sparring, I have something I’d like to discuss with you.”

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The scene shifted to the nearby gathering of the younger generation.

At this moment, Wang Ai of the Wang family was still pestering Guan Shihua, the heir of the Northeast Ma family’s immortal lineage, drawing laughter and teasing from the surrounding youths.

At one table, Wu Xian, dressed in white, quietly watched this scene, his expression slightly odd.

Wang Ai, Lyu Ci, Lu Jin, Guan Shihua… four of the future Ten Elders of the occult world stood before him, all still children—truly an unreal feeling.

Shaking his head, Wu Xian suppressed the strange thoughts and returned to his meal.

These days were nearing the most chaotic period; once the Japanese invaders arrived, there might be no more meals where one could eat their fill—this must be cherished.

By the way, since receiving the cultivation content of the [Eight Marvelous Techniques] in the mysterious space, Wu Xian had begun deep study, starting first with [Six Storehouse Immortal Thief], a divine art that grows stronger simply by eating, even approaching immortality.

As a modified version by the Master God, this divine art seemed easier to cultivate, with no side effects of being consumed by overwhelming hunger; Wu Xian mastered it in just three days.

Then came constant eating, just as described in manga: Wu Xian now perfectly absorbed nutrients from food, transforming them into pure Qi to strengthen his body and raise his Qi capacity ceiling.

After over a month, Wu Xian’s overall strength had noticeably improved, especially in Qi storage and recovery speed—increasing by at least twenty percent.

“Could this be too fast? Was the original [Six Storehouse Immortal Thief] this powerful? Or did the Master God’s modified version not only remove side effects but also boost efficiency?”

As he thought this, Wu Xian suddenly felt a gaze land on him.

Following the sensation, he saw a young Daoist in gray robes, several meters away at another table, munching on peanuts and observing him with keen interest.

Their eyes met; though the surroundings buzzed with noise, in that moment, silence fell between them.

And this was the first meeting between the pinnacle of mortal humanity and the sole Land Immortal of the world.

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