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The other four people behind him were even more horrified. Just as they were about to make a move, they were shocked to find that their bodies seemed to be stuck in the thickest swamp, and even lifting a finger became extremely difficult.
Their protective qi, their skills, everything they were so proud of, all lost their meaning in the face of this chaotic aura and were completely suppressed from the root!
Zhang Yunyuan moved.
He didn't use any special techniques; he simply strolled leisurely, step by step, toward the five people.
With each step he took, it felt as if he were stepping on the hearts of the five people, filling them with a suffocating fear.
He walked up to the five people, extended his right hand, and pointed with all five fingers.
There was no earth-shattering display, just five simple, light taps, precisely targeting the vital points of the five people's dantian and dantian.
puff! puff! puff! puff! puff!
Five soft sounds, almost coming together in one breath.
Those five post-natal masters, who had surpassed the pinnacle and were capable of causing a huge uproar in the outside world, all trembled at the same time, and the last glimmer of light in their eyes quickly faded.
They could clearly feel that their dantian, which they had cultivated diligently for a hundred years and had long since become as solid as a physical body, was like a punctured balloon under that finger, all its power rapidly dissipating and ultimately returning to nothingness.
It happened in just a few breaths.
Five mysterious masters were all captured and their cultivation was destroyed!
Zhang Yunyuan looked at the five limp bodies on the ground, his eyes cold and devoid of any pity.
He carried them one in each hand, like dragging five dead dogs, towards the Demon-Subduing Cave deep in the back mountain, a cave specifically used to suppress demons and evil spirits.
He will review it himself.
Let's see who these reckless guys are and where they come from.
And why would they target Longhu Mountain, and... Feng Baobao?
Chapter 162 The Grand Ceremony of Luo Tian, the Round of 32
Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Mansion.
The melodious morning bell pierced through the thin mist and echoed among the mountains.
The opening of the Luotian Grand Ritual was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, drawing the attention of the entire world of supernatural beings to this ancient Taoist ancestral temple.
The viewing platform was already packed with people, with leaders of various sects, renowned elders, and other distinguished figures gathered together.
Zhang Yunyuan found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, his expression indifferent, as if this grand event concerning the future of the world was no different from a rain or a gust of wind on the back mountain.
Beside him, an elderly man dressed in a dark red Tang suit, with a sprightly appearance but graying temples, was holding a cup of hot tea, his gaze occasionally falling on him.
His eyes held a mixture of the joy of a long-awaited reunion and an indescribable astonishment at something extraordinary.
The person who arrived was Lu Jin, the head of the Lu family, one of the four families.
He and Zhang Yunyuan were old acquaintances; they had met at the Lu family's birthday banquet. Later, when Wugensheng invited various righteous sects to discuss Longhu Mountain, they had met a few times and were well aware of the extraordinary nature of this junior brother from Longhu Mountain.
Decades have passed, and he has grown old, while the person opposite him still looks like the handsome young man he once was, with the calm in his eyes unchanged, as if the torrent of time has bypassed him.
Lu Jin put down her teacup, finally letting out a soft sigh. Her tone was filled with genuine concern and undisguised emotion as she whispered:
“Brother Yunyuan, decades have passed in the blink of an eye. You are even more charming than before, while I, on the other hand, am so old that I can hardly recognize myself.”
"Have you... found the true way to achieve immortality all these years?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yunyuan looked up at Lu Jin with a gentle gaze, which also contained a complex emotion of witnessing the passage of time.
He shook his head slightly, his voice calm and earnest:
"Brother Lu is joking. The two words 'immortality' are as heavy as a thousand pounds. How can they be an easy thing?"
It was merely a coincidence that I gained something by chance, and temporarily avoided the decline in my appearance.
Brother Lu, on the other hand, lived a life of integrity and uprightness. The phrase "a life without flaws" truly reflects the enduring power of his character, which I greatly admire.
Upon hearing this, especially the heartfelt praise of "a life without flaws," Lu Jin's heart stirred. He was comforted by his old friend's approval, but also felt that Zhang Yunyuan was unfathomable because of this extraordinary situation.
He knew that this was not simply a matter of "having the secret to staying young," but rather a manifestation of a different level of life.
He didn't press further, but simply raised his teacup and solemnly said, "To see an old friend safe and sound again is a joyous occasion. Please."
Zhang Yunyuan also raised his glass in acknowledgment, everything was understood without words.
"when--!"
A melodious chime signaled the official start of the Round of 32.
The discussions on the viewing platform gradually subsided, and everyone's eyes turned to the huge main arena below.
Zhang Yunyuan's gaze also fell down.
On the arena, Zhang Chulan was yawning listlessly. Opposite him stood three young men who looked quite capable, but whose eyes betrayed their nervousness.
Those were disciples from three small sects nearby who had luckily passed the preliminary selection, but in the first round they ran into Zhang Chulan, the most talked-about "controversial figure" in the world of supernatural beings.
The three knew they were no match for the enemy, but they were unwilling to give up.
Before they arrived, they had already agreed that they would not seek victory in this battle, but only to force Zhang Chulan to reveal some of his true abilities and exhaust his stamina. This would also pave the way for the truly top experts to come, and incidentally, to make a name for themselves in front of their fellow cultivators.
"Are you all ready?"
The disciple from Longhu Mountain who was in charge of the event asked in a loud voice.
The three disciples exchanged a glance, clasped their fists together, and assumed a fighting stance, looking as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
"Please enlighten me!"
In contrast, Zhang Chulan still looked like he hadn't woken up yet. He even stretched and waved lazily to the audience below the stage, as if he were greeting his fans.
"when--!"
Another bell rang, and the competition officially began!
The three disciples exerted their strength almost simultaneously, forming a triangular shape, and surrounded Zhang Chulan from three directions, intending to trap him in the safest way possible.
However, just as they were about to rush close...
Something no one expected happened.
Zhang Chulan, the young man who has garnered much attention and is considered the biggest dark horse of this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony, didn't even lift an eyelid when surrounded by the three.
He simply sat down leisurely in the very center of the ring.
He sat cross-legged, hands on his knees, eyes closed, looking like he was asking for a beating, saying, "You guys do whatever you want, I'm going to rest for a bit."
The entire viewing platform instantly fell into an eerie silence.
Everyone is stupid.
The three disciples who were charging forward aggressively suddenly stopped as if frozen in place, staring blankly at Zhang Chulan sitting on the ground, seemingly in a meditative state, their minds completely blank.
What... what kind of approach is this?
Disrespect? Provocation? Or... some kind of conspiracy?
"What...is this kid up to?"
Lu Jin's brows furrowed into a deep frown. He had lived to a ripe old age and had seen arrogant people, but he had never seen anyone this arrogant.
A subtle, playful smile appeared on Zhang Yunyuan's lips.
This kid is quite interesting.
On the arena, the three disciples looked at each other, unsure of what to do.
What if this is some kind of trap to lure the enemy? If I'm the first to rush in, wouldn't I become the one who sticks out?
Is it reasonable to just sit here and wait like this?
"Hey! You go first!"
One of the disciples, with a pointed face and monkey-like features, nudged his companion with his elbow.
"Why should I go first?"
The companion immediately objected, "He's clearly looking down on us, deliberately setting a trap! Whoever goes first is doomed!"
"You can't just stand there like that! The referee is watching!"
The third disciple said urgently.
"Then you go ahead!"
"Why don't you..."
The three of them, right there on the arena, in front of all the extraordinary people in the world, began to politely decline each other's offer.
The scene was so comical that it was unbearable to watch.
The audience below the stage went from initial astonishment to laughter, and finally to a deafening chorus of boos.
"What's going on?! Are we going to fight or not?!"
"Refund! Refund!"
"Shameless! Absolutely shameless!"
The referee on the stage, a stern-faced middle-aged Taoist priest, now had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.
He suppressed his anger and issued a stern warning.
"Blue team player! Start the match immediately! Otherwise, it will be considered as passive play!"
The three disciples were startled by his shout, but after looking at each other, none of them dared to be the first to step forward.
Although Zhang Chulan has no real combat record, with Longhu Mountain as his backing, no one wants to believe that he is just a good-for-nothing.
Moreover, it is widely rumored in the world of supernatural beings that he possesses one of the eight extraordinary skills, the Qi Body Source Flow. Who would dare to be the first to step forward?
Anyone who touches this will die!
Zhang Chulan's shameless attitude of "let the wind and rain blow, I will remain unmoved" has completely shattered their psychological defenses.
In their eyes, the figure sitting cross-legged seemed to have transformed into a lurking beast, its jaws wide open, waiting for them to deliver themselves to its doorstep.
"A warning!"
"Warning twice!"