Chapter 55: When the Fate-Selected Child Meets a Cheat (Seek Follow-Reads! Seek Collection!)

A dull yet heart-stopping sound echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

The next instant, everyone saw a white and a golden light collide in midair, the golden light instantly swallowed by the white, like a caged dragon ascending to heaven, straight through the courtyard and vanishing.

Only then did a violent rush of qi erupt, blowing nearby young disciples off their feet and causing minor chaos.

Only the strongest few managed to steady themselves, yet all stared in disbelief at where Bai Guang had vanished, their faces filled with shock.

“Brother… did you see that clearly?”

“…”

Among the young disciples, a tea-colored-haired boy with a spiky haircut wiped sweat from his forehead, as if still immersed in what had just happened, his whole body trembling.

The other tea-colored-haired boy, whom he called “brother,” now wore a bitter smile and sighed:

“Sigh… Aci, after we return, we both must work harder.”

“…Yeah!”

Meanwhile, on a nearby seat, Zhang Jingqing had already risen, staring blankly at the distance before turning to Zuo Ruitong, his expression complex.

“Brother Zuo, you were far too modest before.”

Yet upon hearing Zhang Jingqing’s words, Zuo Ruitong wore an enigmatic expression.

What could he say? That the move just now had stunned him too?

In fact, after seeing Zhang Zhiwei knock out Lu Jin with a single slap, Zuo Ruitong had already assessed their combat power and concluded they were evenly matched.

In his mind, if these two lads fought, Wu Xian might win in the end—but not easily, and likely at some cost.

That would slightly temper his arrogance, achieving Zuo Ruitong’s goal.

But who could have expected that Wu Xian’s first move revealed a level far beyond his usual? It left his master both astonished and delighted.

Astonished that Wu Xian was stronger than imagined, and delighted that the boy had clearly been holding back—not as arrogant and inflated as he’d feared, easing his inner burden.

But a new question arose: if he’d been pretending all along, why stop now?

“Heh, Master Tian’s praise is excessive. Let’s hurry over before these two lads truly ignite their fury—then it’ll be hard to stop them.”

Regaining his composure, Zuo Ruitong first replied to Zhang Jingqing, then vanished in a flash from his seat.

The others quickly reacted, using their techniques to leave the courtyard; even Old Master Lu moved with astonishing speed, nowhere near the gait of an octogenarian.

Only Zhang Jingqing remained standing, gazing upward, murmuring: “I never thought such a prodigy truly existed—and yet it’s in San Yi Gate.”

“Reverse Life Third Stage… Sigh!”

…

Minutes later, as countless sonic booms echoed, everyone had left the Lu family estate and followed residual qi traces to a forest two li away, still within Lu family territory.

As they neared, they felt violent tremors; upon closer look, dust swirled through the forest, spreading with muffled thuds, rapidly approaching them.

Seeing this, a wind-controlling adept let out a soft grunt, waving his hand to summon a gale that scattered the dust, revealing the scene to the arriving crowd.

In short, one sentence described it.

Zhang Zhiwei, wreathed in golden light, was pinned to the ground and relentlessly pounded by Wu Xian, who had entered Reverse Life Second Stage, offering no resistance.

On a branch of a large tree dozens of meters away, the Immortal Da Ying silently watched, as if guarding his disciple.

Because of this, some young disciples began whispering among themselves, suspecting this fight was a carefully planned scheme by San Yi Gate—to humiliate Long Hushan before all eyes and display their orthodox Daoist prestige.

Of course, this was merely the young ones’ speculation; the seasoned experts present had sharper eyes and quickly spotted anomalies, gazing at the two young figures locked in combat with admiration: “The younger generation is truly formidable.”

Wu Xian, needless to say, was terrifyingly strong.

His brutal, heavy, utterly unadorned assaults would make even the Quanzhen sect’s martial cultivators call him a monster.

Especially now, having entered Reverse Life Second Stage, his overall power had climbed another tier, rivaling most senior experts present—and even surpassing them.

And Zhang Zhiwei, though taking punishment, was no ordinary opponent.

Though he appeared battered and crushed like a rag beneath Wu Xian’s blows, the golden light still clinging to his body proved this fight was far from over—this was precisely why Zuo Ruitong had not intervened.

…

BOOM————!!!

A downward axe-kick struck, slamming the airborne Zhang Zhiwei into the earth, carving out a small crater.

Yet seeing the flickering, still-unbroken golden light within the pit, Wu Xian grimaced.

“No wonder it’s one of the Eight Divine Spells of the Daoist sect—so damn resilient.”

The Golden Light Spell, one of the Eight Divine Spells of the Daoist sect, is a fundamental skill every high-ranking disciple of Long Hushan must master.

Yet despite being called “fundamental,” its rank is by no means low.

Aside from the Five Thunder Orthodoxy, the Golden Light Spell is Long Hushan’s calling card, especially for defense—its protective power is top-tier among cultivators, with few techniques surpassing it.

But beyond defense, strengthening the body and life foundation is the spell’s true purpose; the golden light is merely a side effect, generated alongside incantations and rituals.

As Zhang Zhiwei once said in the comics: the simpler the technique, the more durable it is—this is the essence of the Dao’s simplicity.

Clearly, Zhang Zhiwei deeply understood this, dedicating himself to the Golden Light Spell, and with his prodigious talent, his life foundation far outstripped his peers—even without any other techniques, his bare fists could make him a peerless mortal.

But unfortunately, this child of fate had bad luck—he met someone who shouldn’t exist: a cheat.

“Brother Zhang, stop pretending.”

Looking into the silent crater, Wu Xian smiled slightly and said:

“A few hits won’t hurt you. Let’s finish this quickly—I still have to go back and listen to Master’s scolding!”

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