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A disheveled figure, shrouded in dust and grass clippings, arrived at the training ground!

His signature loose Taoist robe was torn in several places and stained with mud. His hair was stuck to his face in clumps with sweat. He looked nothing like a sage or Taoist, but rather like a down-on-his-luck man being chased by creditors for three blocks.

Even more astonishingly, he practically rolled on the bluestone slabs with both hands and feet, in an extremely awkward posture, all in an effort to break into this tiny space at the last moment!

Wang arrived at the training ground before the appointed time.

Behind Wang Ye, a faster and fiercer gray figure relentlessly pursued him, clinging to him like a bone! Clad in gray cloth, with disheveled long hair and a folding entrenching tool in its hand that reflected a blindingly cold light, it was none other than Feng Baobao!

She leaped high into the air, her entrenching tool tearing through the air as it slashed down hard towards Wang Ye's back!

A close call!

Wang Ye's disheveled body suddenly froze, as if his feet were nailed to the ground by invisible nails.

He didn't turn around, but a muddy hand flicked backward at an extremely tricky angle, the fingertips drawing a trajectory in the air so fast that only a blur remained.

"Disorderly Metal Clapper - Lake of Dui - Trap!"

Time and space seemed to freeze for a moment where Wang Ye's fingertips pointed.

Feng Baobao's thunderous slashing motion was eerily slowed in mid-air.

"Feng Baobao, look the hell out of here?!"

Wang Ye shouted at Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao: "......"

Feng Baobao pulled out her entrenching tool, didn't even glance at Wang Ye and Zhang Chulan, and disappeared from the training ground in a few leaps.

After a brief silence, Wang Ye exhaled a long breath.

He first vigorously patted his dust-covered Taoist robe, then very carefully smoothed the few strands of disheveled hair on his forehead, trying to regain some dignity.

Then, he suddenly looked up at Zhang Chulan.

Zhang Chulan gave a bitter smile: "Hello, Daoist Wang~"

"Zhang Chulan! You bastard!!"

"If you can't beat me, just admit defeat. Why the hell did you send this crazy woman to hunt me down?"

"Master Wang, please let me explain..."

Wang Ye: "Fine, explain yourself!"

The next moment, the light of the Golden Light Mantra suddenly exploded from his body, more intense and frenzied than ever before!

Zhang Chulan charged headlong at the Taoist priest who was still dusting himself off!

"Zhang Chulan, you bastard, you ambushed me? Fine, as expected of you!"

"Chaotic Golden Clapper - Heavenly Suppression!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, no violent clash of energy, only absolute stripping and solidification!

Time, within a three-foot radius around Zhang Chulan, was forcibly stripped away by an incomprehensible and irresistible force!

Zhang Chulan is no Feng Baobao; he has no power to resist Wang Ye's chaotic golden clapper.

At this moment, Wang shouted to Rongshan, "Daoist, I haven't eaten all night. Could you give me some food? I don't need anything else, just a few steamed buns will do."

Rongshan nodded.

Someone gave Wang Ye a few bottles of mineral water and a few steamed buns.

He casually grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed it, gulped down half of it, and then unceremoniously picked up eight steamed buns.

He walked up to Zhang Chulan.

"Zhang Chulan..." Wang Ye's voice was not loud. "I'll untie the Chaotic Golden Tuan for you. You'd better not attack me, or I won't give you a chance."

Wang Ye untied the clapper.

The two sat on the ground like friends.

Wang Ye took a bite of the steaming hot steamed bun and said, "These freshly steamed buns are so fragrant, and they're even more delicious with pickled vegetables."

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Chapter 86 Purpose

Zhang Chulan: "Master Wang, there's no pickled vegetable. I have some mud on my butt, I'll pick it out for you, you can eat it like stinky tofu."

Wang Ye: “….”

“Zhang Chulan,” Wang Ye spoke, his voice low but exceptionally clear, “Going to such great lengths, is winning absolutely necessary? Is the top spot in this Luo Tian Grand Tournament really that important to you?”

He paused. "Or is it that what you want has never been just empty fame in this arena?"

Zhang Chulan's body tensed up almost imperceptibly for a moment.

He raised his eyes, his gaze meeting Wang Ye's deep eyes. That gaze left him nowhere to hide; the armor he had carefully built up over time with "shamelessness" and playful banter gradually crumbled under that silent gaze.

He instinctively wanted to turn his face away, to brush it off with a familiar excuse, but something deeper, something more weary, held him back.

“Important? Ha…” He forced a laugh that was more like a grimace, his voice hoarse and panting from the intense battle. “Master Wang, you are an immortal being, you don’t understand us ordinary folks who roll around in the mud.”

Zhang Chulan raised his head, his gaze fixed on the mountain outlines swallowed by the twilight in the distance. "My grandfather, he died mysteriously, like a blade of grass being trampled and broken, without even a sound... And my father, he disappeared without a trace, neither alive nor dead, just vanished into thin air."

His voice lowered, each word seeming to be painstakingly carved from the depths of his chest. "The meager amount of Qi in my body is a spark that my grandfather gave me with his life... I'm here not for fame or fortune, not for the favor of the Heavenly Master. I just want... I just want to grasp a thread, even the thinnest and weakest one, as long as I can follow it and climb up little by little, to see clearly who pushed my grandfather back then, who wiped my father from this world... I want an answer! An answer that can let my grandfather close his eyes in peace, and that can let me... sleep peacefully!"

Zhang Chulan's words were half true and half false, and Wang Ye didn't know either.

However, there is some truth in it.

That is, to know the identity of one's grandfather.

And then there's the trail of his own father.

And, they sought the protection of the Celestial Master's Mansion.

"Hehe," Wang Ye chuckled, "If I didn't let you win, it would seem like I'm being a bit heartless."

“Alright,” Wang Ye’s voice was not loud. He raised his finger and pointed to the six leftover steamed buns, his gaze returning to Zhang Chulan’s face. “Eat them all. Not a single one left. As long as you can swallow them, I concede this round and let you win.”

Wang Ye's lips curled up slightly. "How about it, Zhang Chulan? This test is quite rigorous, isn't it?"

Zhang Chulan froze, looking up at Wang Ye's calm, expressionless face. "Wang Ye! Are you kidding me?!"

"I'm not going to fight you to the death just to sit here and eat steamed buns!"

"Hahahaha." Wang Ye laughed angrily, "You fucking bumped into me?"

"I'm playing you?"

"Wasn't it you who sent Feng Baobao to hunt me down???"

Zhang Chulan: "......."

Zhang Chulan was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll eat it!"

Zhang Chulan finished eating all six steamed buns one bite at a time.

Compared to defeating Wang Ye, eating six steamed buns seems insignificant.

After watching Zhang Chulan finish eating, Wang Ye stood up.

“Zhang Chulan,” Wang Ye’s voice was deep and clear as he said, word by word, “you have won.”

These three words contained no mockery, no charity, only a settled and acknowledged acceptance.

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Chapter 87 Hong Bin, the Master of Imagination

Zhang Chulan won in this extremely absurd way.

In the next match, Zhang Lingyu faced Feng Shayan. Feng Shayan lost because she couldn't break Zhang Lingyu's Golden Light Mantra with one punch.

Thus, the four finalists were determined.

Zhang Lingyu vs. Zhang Chulan.

Then came Lin Shen vs. Hong Bin.

Hong Bin is the Little Fire God, a disciple of the Fire Virtue Sect.

He himself never expected that he would become one of the top four.

The first match is Lin Shen vs. Hong Bin.

In the center of the training ground, countless eyes were fixed on the figure in the simple dark T-shirt—Lin Shen.

He stood there, casual in his posture. There was no outward display of Qi, no imposing aura, and he even seemed somewhat... absent-minded.

However, this seemingly harmless relaxation creates an invisible, unsettling sense of low pressure throughout the space.

Lin Shenguang is terrifyingly strong just by standing here!

Opposite him stood Hong Bin, his hair ablaze with fiery red, his muscles bulging, like a human torch. The rising star of the Fire Virtue Sect, the intense heat emanating from his body distorted the air slightly, radiating an aura like magma.

He habitually flexed his wrists and ankles, the joints cracking crisply—a signal of accumulating power. He took a deep breath, exhaling two wisps of white smoke from his nostrils, his sharp eyes fixed on Lin Shen, the desire for battle burning within them—he would prove himself on this stage, under the watchful eyes of everyone, with flames that would incinerate the entire world!

"Both sides prepare—" The referee's loud shout was like a stone thrown into still water.

Hong Bin instantly bent over, lowered his center of gravity, clenched his fists, and crimson flames, like flowing lava, instantly enveloped his strong forearms!

Hong Bin's aura surged, like a volcano about to erupt—violent, scorching, and aggressive!

An expectant roar erupted from the stands, and the crowd began to stir, as if they had already foreseen a spectacular collision of flames and thunder!

At that very moment when the fighting spirit reached its peak.

Hong Bin's gaze inevitably fell into the depths of Lin Shen's subconsciously raised eyes.

The gaze that rose from the shadows was no longer lazy or harmless.

What kind of eyes are those?