Under One Person: The Seeker of the Dao in the Lü Family

Chapter 155 The Luo Tian Grand Ceremony concludes; Tu Junfang returns victorious after suffering thr

When Wang Ye heard Lü Qian's teasing, the image of Master Yunlong's furious face involuntarily appeared in his mind.

"No, I really can't imagine Master Yunlong's meticulous care. As for the renovation of Wudang Mountain, I'll try my best to see if I can scrape together a few more coins."

Wang Ye waved his hand, dispelling the daydreams in his mind. "By the way, Senior Brother, the first place winner of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony can obtain Elder Lu's 'Tongtian Talisman,' which is one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques. Don't you have any thoughts about it?"

"Magic and wonder are merely beautiful sights encountered along the way, worth seeing and appreciating, but one should not become obsessed with them."

Lu Qian reached out and caught a falling leaf from above, his expression calm and natural. "The Tongtian Talisman, as one of the Eight Extraordinary Techniques, is merely a beautiful flower among many others."

"Arts and techniques originate from the Dao and should be used by the Dao."

As he spoke, Lü Qian handed the fallen leaf in his hand to Wang Ye, saying, "I also want to share this with you, junior brother: do not become obsessed with strange skills and neglect your cultivation."

"Alright, I've said a lot of principles, but you still have to walk your own path. Just be true to yourself and have a clear conscience."

With his sword on his back and his hands tucked into his sleeves, Lü Qian's hair, which was flowing in front of his forehead, was gently blown by the mountain breeze. He turned around and led Wang Ye to continue walking along the mountain path.

A person's life is like a road with a beginning and an end. Whether it is a stumbling and mediocre journey or a quest for enlightenment and spiritual cultivation, everyone is walking their own path.

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Time passed, and the golden sun and silver moon completed another alternation. The morning light of the second day shone across Longhu Mountain, announcing the arrival of another day.

On the martial arts arena behind the mountain, the final of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony also began. Unlike yesterday's bustling crowd, there were not many people in the audience this time, because the outcome of the competition was not in doubt.

"I hereby declare that the winner of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is Lü Qian of Wudang."

The old celestial master's voice echoed throughout the entire competition venue. He stroked his beard and looked down at Zhang Chulan, his brows furrowing, but he quickly relaxed them.

This Chu Lan is just like Zhang Huaiyi back then—sneaky-looking, full of scheming, always thinking of hiding his true intentions.

Before Lü Qian even arrived at the competition venue, Zhang Chulan had already admitted defeat, demonstrating that he had truly mastered the art of concealment.

"Fine, let him walk the path he chose."

The old Celestial Master shook his head, no longer bothered by the troubles of his children and grandchildren. He led the Ten Elders behind him to the competition arena and gave the "Tongtian Lu" to Lü Qian with Lu Jin.

"Kid, come to my room tonight."

Lu Jin handed the tray to Lü Qian, "Of course, if you're afraid I'll kill you, then don't come."

"Senior Lu, you flatter me. I will certainly pay you a visit tonight."

Lu Qian smiled and took the tray from the awkward old man. "In the competition with Brother Lu Lin back then, I was still too young and didn't have a good grasp of the strength to shake the pill."

"snort!"

The old master smiled as he noticed Lu Jin glancing at him. "Alright, this world is passed down from generation to generation, and there will always be descendants who will show their brilliance. Let bygones be bygones."

After saying that, he turned to look at Zhang Chulan, "Chulan, come find me tonight, and I will pass on my teachings to you."

"Only those who are recognized by the previous Celestial Master and inherit the [Celestial Master's Degree] can become the next Celestial Master."

"Once you become a Celestial Master, you will naturally find the answers to everything you want to know."

Zhang Chulan bowed to the old master and said, "Yes, Master."

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to say something, a flustered young Taoist boy suddenly ran in from outside the arena and shouted urgently to the old Celestial Master.

"Master, something terrible has happened! There's been a problem with Tu Junfang!"

"I'll go take a look first. You come with me, you little Lu family member."

Upon hearing this, the old celestial master vanished from his spot in a flash, and Lü Qian transformed into golden light and followed closely behind, flying towards the location of Tu Junfang.

On the mountain path, the old Celestial Master kept walking, transforming into a streak of light as he traversed the mountains. Above his head, a golden meteor streaked across the sky, instantly passing over him and flying forward.

If Tu Junfang, a member of the Three Demons Sect, were to go berserk, the three unleashed corpses would cause a major problem.

"Whoosh—"

The two arrived at the White Bone Platform where Tu Junfang was located, one after the other. From a distance, the platform was shrouded in black mist, like a thick dark cloud that blocked out the surrounding sunlight.

In the dim environment, the tower of white bones exuded a chilling aura, appearing extremely eerie. The mountain wind blowing past the skulls seemed to carry a mournful, plaintive song.

On the tower, the black mist that blotted out the sky surged and churned, and eerie roars seemed to echo within it. As the mist churned, one hideous face after another appeared from the dark clouds, but quickly receded, only to reappear in the blink of an eye as new faces appeared.

Below the tower, the forces that had come to settle their karmic debts retreated with their disciples. They stood at a distance, gazing at the tower of white bones with complex expressions.

"Having experienced the three poisons of others, this path may have a bright future, but it is still too dangerous."

The old Celestial Master stood at the foot of the tower, his body radiating a dazzling golden light that kept out the chilling winds from the outside. He frowned as he looked at the churning black aura of the Three Poisons on the high platform.

"Fellow Daoist Tu's actions are no less than the Buddhist concept of reincarnation, experiencing the eight sufferings and tasting the three poisons in the cycle of reincarnation, in order to cultivate a perfect and flawless Dao heart."

Lu Qian held a wooden sword, his whole body shimmering with golden light. His eyes revealed a golden-red light as he looked upwards, as if he could see Tu Junfang struggling within the dark smoke.

At this moment, Tu Junfang was surrounded by black mist. At the top of the white bone tower, the dense black energy liquefied completely, turning into viscous and slippery black water.

As the black water surged, various hideous and terrifying faces appeared, like masks, swirling and flowing around Tu Junfang's body, covering his face. However, all these masks were stopped by a wisp of light ink smoke at Tu Junfang's chest, preventing them from going any further.

They piled up all over Tu Junfang's body, and all sorts of chilling and terrifying syllables came out of the mask's mouth, seemingly resentful, seemingly seductive, making people uneasy.

At this moment, Tu Junfang's face remained calm, but the veins on his face were throbbing vigorously, with red, purple, and blue blood vessels showing on his face, making him look extremely strange.

"Difficult, difficult, difficult! Don't let the elixir of immortality slip by unnoticed."

"Fellow Daoist Tu, may I borrow your sword?"

With a flick of his wooden sword, Lü Qian unleashed a dazzling golden light that shot towards the billowing black smoke atop the bone tower.

"Click—"

A sound like a stubborn rock shattering and shackles breaking came from the smoke. The golden sword light swept away everything in its path, and the thick smoke and foul water turned into nothingness as soon as it touched the sword light.

The golden sword light passed unimpeded through the billowing smoke and struck Tu Junfang directly. The sword light was formless and intangible, and in the blink of an eye, it entered Tu Junfang's body.

"boom!"

Like metal and stone shattering, and thunder exploding, a faint golden glow gradually rose around Tu Junfang, emanating a sense of tranquility and immortality from within.

The golden light shone on the dark and hideous masks on his body, and the faces that had been emitting demonic sounds all screamed in terror, and golden cracks appeared all over these faces.

As the cracks gradually increased, the pulsating blood vessels and meridians on Tu Junfang's face slowly disappeared, and he returned to the calm-faced Taoist. His tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two golden rays shot out from them.

"open!"

The golden light in his eyes was like two divine swords, sweeping away the surging black smoke all around. In the blink of an eye, the churning smoke vanished into nothingness.

The brilliant sunlight shone on the tower of bones once more, dispelling the eerie and sinister chill that had permeated it. The stark white bones became holy and serene, and the pale white, under the sunlight, seemed to transform into a radiant, timeless gold.

On the high platform, Tu Junfang slowly closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze was calm and undisturbed, like two deep abysses.

He slowly rose from the platform of white bones, his feet stepping on the flowing gold skulls, waving his tricolored robe sleeves in the sunlight.

"This humble Taoist priest has returned."