Chapter 573: The Extremely Poor Daoist Wang

*Splash, splash. *

A faint sound of tides echoed in the air. Zhang Jie focused his senses,

and saw the heaven and earth Qi rushing into his body one after another.

"Is this another ability of the Qi Body Origin Flow taking effect?"

Zhang Jie looked at the Qi Infant in the *dantian* sea of Qi, who was also sitting cross-legged on the lotus platform,

with a serious and earnest little face, meditating, and immediately thought of the source of this mutation.

Since the Qi Body Origin Flow dares to claim to be the "End of Techniques," it naturally wouldn't have only the ability to disintegrate others' Qi.

According to what Zhang Jie learned when he was a high-dimensional observer, after its cultivation is completed,

it has another ability—infinite supply of True Qi; the practitioner almost never has the danger of Qi deficiency or exhaustion again.

At that time, Zhang Jie was still a bit puzzled; the Qi Body Origin Flow, when stripped down, is just a kind of extraordinary technique,

how could it be capable of giving birth to such an ability that is almost a perpetual motion machine?

Now, through personal cultivation and testing, Zhang Jie discovered that the Qi Body Origin Flow opened up the channel between the human body's small heaven and earth

and the heaven and earth's great heaven and earth, allowing the heaven and earth Qi to rush into the practitioner's body continuously.

In this way, the connection between the finite human body and the heaven and earth, which is almost infinite for the human body, can naturally achieve an endless supply of True Qi.

"Good stuff."

Zhang Jie clicked his tongue in wonder in his heart; this ability, even for his current self, is a kind of completion.

Obviously, although the Qi Body Origin Flow includes the effect of Wugensheng's "Divine Spirit" to disintegrate techniques, its level is higher.

No wonder Zhang Huaiyi dared to clearly state, "What I have realized has already surpassed Fourth Brother Wugensheng."

Divine Spirit is more of an unconscious innate talent, while the Qi Body Origin Flow is based on this foundation,

adding infinite supply of "Qi," independent consciousness hosting (Qi Infant),

and that deeper control of "reconstructing the source Qi" that might be displayed in the future; it is truly mysterious and unusual.

"Cultivate, cultivate!"

The pleasantly surprised Zhang Jie was addicted to cultivation and couldn't extricate himself.

This feeling of being able to feel his own progress every moment is simply too wonderful.

Time turned in a blink of an eye to the day the Luo Tian Luotian Da Jiao was held, and Zhang Jie and Zhang Chulan and others gathered to come to Long Hu Mountain.

"Wow, Brother Jie, is this Long Hu Mountain?"

At the foot of Long Hu Mountain, Zhang Chulan looked around curiously.

Zhang Jie walked behind him with Feng Baobao:

"What, does it feel a bit beyond your expectations?"

"Yeah. It is a bit; I thought Long Hu Mountain, as... would be relatively solemn."

Zhang Chulan looked around at the bustling crowd, with vendors selling snacks,

drinks, mineral water, and souvenirs; of course, the most were tourists like him looking around,

holding mobile phones and taking pictures everywhere, he said.

It wasn't that he thought such an environment was bad, but that as a major force in the Extraordinary world,

the ancestral court of the Daoist Quanzhen sect, the atmosphere of Long Hu Mountain should be classical, solemn, and immortal in his imagination.

"You'll get used to it later."

Zhang Jie responded casually.

The Extraordinary world has at most three or four thousand people, scattered in places all over the world,

completely not on the same order of magnitude compared to the more than one billion ordinary people.

It can be said that the number of tourists received by Long Hu Mountain in one day exceeds the total number of people in the Extraordinary world.

Under such circumstances, how could Long Hu Mountain be solemn?

After all, tourists, they come for happiness, checking in everywhere,

taking pictures, and strolling around, which is their typical portrayal; they can't be quiet.

"Sigh, Long Hu Mountain is still considered good; at least the back mountain is still under the control of the various senior brothers.

Our Wudang is miserable; almost all the main halls have been co-managed and opened by the Tourism Bureau."

At this time, a little Daoist who didn't know where he popped out from sighed.

The little Daoist wore a Daoist robe without any patterns or decorations,

and his long hair was just simply tied into a Daoist bun, with a few strands of hair scattered at his forehead,

yet he didn't look sloppy, quite clear and refined.

"Who is the Daoist?"

Zhang Chulan asked with some confusion.

He was very sure that he didn't know any Daoists other than Zhang Jie.

Where did this little Daoist who interrupted come from, and who is he?

"Wuliang Tianzun, little Daoist Wang Ye of Wudang, has met Layman Zhang, Brother Zhang, and this young lady."

The little Daoist bowed to Zhang Jie and the others with a solemn expression.

*'So it's you, Wudang Wang, Ye Zong.'*

Zhang Jie had a guess the moment this little Daoist appeared, and now he was sure.

Wang Ye, an official disciple of Wudang, and also the successor of the Eight Miraculous Skills' Wind-Hou Qimen.

However, these were not the labels that made people talk about him the most;

what made him most impressive was that he was "extremely poor."

This Daoist Wang came from the Wang family, a giant wealthy family in the capital, and his father was the richest man in the capital circle;

his wealth and status can be referred to the Wang richest man who said "First set a small goal, earn him a hundred million" before Zhang Jie transmigrated.

As a high-dimensional observer, Zhang Jie seriously suspected that when Teacher Mi Er created this world,

He just referenced a few real-life figures, such as that richest man, Wang.

If he couldn't continue cultivating the Dao, Daoist Wang would only be able to return to secular life, inherit the hundreds of millions of family property,

and transform into Ye Zong, who is wealthy, talks and laughs with the rich, and has no poor people coming and going.

"So it's Brother Wang Ye, little brother Zhang Chulan."

Zhang Chulan immediately became enthusiastic.

Wudang, that is a major Daoist sect as famous as the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

As a Wudang disciple, this Daoist Wang Ye must also be a super big shot.

Even if he wasn't as monstrous as Brother Jie, he must be an elite among the young generation of Extraordinary people.

"Lay disciple of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, Zhang Jie, has met Ye Zong."

Zhang Jie also bowed.

As for Sister Baoer?

She was currently flying out of her soul as usual, not paying attention to Wang Ye's greeting at all.

"My name is Wang Ye, not Ye Zong."

Wang Ye corrected the mistake in Zhang Jie's address.

"Okay, Ye Zong, understood, Ye Zong."

Zhang Jie nodded: understood, understood, sigh, I just won't change it.

"Sigh..."

Facing Zhang Jie's obviously teasing address, Wang Ye sighed and directly skipped it.

"Brother Wang Ye, is Wudang also as lively as Long Hu Mountain?"

Zhang Chulan asked curiously.

"Wudang is even livelier than Long Hu Mountain..."

Wang Ye was also an open-minded person, skipping Zhang Jie's teasing in an instant and chatting with Zhang Chulan.

"Tsk tsk..."

Listening to Wang Ye's narration, Zhang Jie curled his lips.

It seems that no matter which world it is, the virtues of these organizations are about the same, almost becoming the background color.

Wudang Mountain and Long Hu Mountain in this world still have the checks and balances of Extraordinary people; the world he was in before was even more serious.

Enclosing land and collecting money, and still losing money, do you dare to believe it?

Those loss figures of hundreds of millions or billions are simply shocking.

Of course, there must be countless Geng commissioners inside, staging the drama of "If you don't take it, how can I take it?

If I don't take it, how can Geng commissioner take it? If Geng commissioner doesn't take it, how can you and I progress?"

Geng commissioner, Yamamoto commissioner, Smith commissioner, Singh commissioner, John commissioner...

Zhang Jie felt that even if a monkey were put in that position, it might not be that bad.

At least the monkey just needs bananas and peaches to eat; they wouldn't think about not only eating peaches,

but also wanting to move the peach trees, peach forests, peach gardens, and peach mountains home. ===== CHAPTER 574 =====