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

Chapter 154 A myriad of supernatural powers and spells bloom along the path of life and death.

With the old celestial master's loud shout, everyone present immediately came to their senses, and they looked at Lü Qian in the arena with different expressions on their faces.

In the arena below, Lu Qian, in his golden form and wielding the [Law of Heaven and Earth], stood on the Black Tortoise, with the Spirit Serpent behind him. His golden sword rested on the tortoise's back, and his other hand was clenched into a fist, resting on his cheek.

Upon hearing this, the golden-bodied Lü Qian smiled slightly, his body radiating Daoist energy, making everyone present seem to see the majestic yet humble statue inside the Zhenwu Hall.

"As the Celestial Master requests, Xuan Yang will naturally comply."

Lu Qian, perched on the tortoise's back, nodded slightly. He leaned on his golden sword and stood up from the chair coiled with spirit snakes, nodding to Ding Shian below.

"Fellow Daoist Ding, you flatter me."

"It's alright, but thank you for broadening my horizons, fellow Daoist."

Ding Shian slung the Demon-Slaying Sword over his shoulder and bowed to Lü Qian. His Dao heart had become even more resolute after this battle.

Since there is someone ahead, I will naturally follow his back and chase after him. Even if the figure in front of me disappears from sight, the person ahead will always be there.

Looking into Ding Shian's clear and calm eyes, the golden-bodied Lü Qian smiled and nodded, "Good!"

After saying that, he waved his sleeve, and the golden light emanating from his body slowly dissipated, transforming back into streams of light that danced in the void.

In an instant, the golden light re-condensed on the back of Xuanwu, transforming into Lü Qian in his normal form.

At this moment, Lü Qian had shed the dazzling golden light from his body. He was still wearing the same dark blue Taoist robe, with the same ordinary wooden hairpin in his hair, and the same dark three-foot peach wood sword in his hand.

"The golden body and Dharma image are inherently empty; the Taoist robe and wooden hairpin are truly those of an ordinary person."

"Supernatural powers and spells bloom in myriad forms, along the path of life and death."

Standing on the back of Xuanwu, Lü Qian stomped his foot, and the originally fierce and mysterious Xuanwu slowly dissipated, disappearing back into the surging water.

He stood on the receding tide, tossed the peach wood sword into the air, and with a flick of his sleeves, the sword flew back onto his back.

In the blink of an eye, all the strange and wondrous performances on the field vanished, leaving only a young Taoist priest with a sword on his back and sleeves tucked in.

After putting away all his supernatural powers and spells, Lü Qian did not retreat with Ding Shian. Instead, he faced the puzzled gazes of the crowd and slowly walked to the foot of the old Celestial Master, bowing respectfully to him above.

"The Taoist Xuanyang of Wudang greets the Taoist Tiantong of Longhu Mountain."

His voice, neither loud nor soft, resounded like thunder throughout the stadium, silencing all the whispers from the audience in the stands.

Everyone's gaze swept between Lü Qian below and the old Celestial Master above.

At this moment, the dark clouds that had gathered in the sky dispersed, and the clear, bright sunlight once again filled the entire area, shining on the two people, one old and one young.

For some reason, in everyone's eyes, the figures of the Old Celestial Master and Lü Qian gradually overlapped, but in the next moment they separated again, becoming two completely different people.

"Good, good, good, there's a successor, there's a successor."

On the high platform, the old Celestial Master suddenly clapped his hands and cheered. He laughed and said to Lü Qian, "This humble Taoist is waiting for you."

After saying that, the old master turned around, waved his sleeve, and with a smile pushed Tian Jinzhong toward the edge of the arena.

This time, Wudang Mountain has truly produced an extraordinary young man. Xuan Yang has reached the Heavenly Realm; who will be the next to reach that level is anyone's guess.

As he walked, the old master felt the passion that had been dormant in his chest for decades gradually boiling over. "Young people really have guts."

He shook his head and pushed Tian Jinzhong away into the distance.

"Yes."

Inside the venue, Lü Qian stood up and watched the old Celestial Master's receding figure, seemingly answering to himself.

After doing all this, Lü Qian turned and walked off the stage. The mountain wind blew by, lifting the hem of the young Taoist's clothes and the strands of his hair. His figure gradually disappeared from the audience's sight.

"Well, thankfully this gentleman isn't interested in the position of Celestial Master."

Zhang Chulan gripped the railing with both hands, and couldn't help but sigh deeply, "These aren't human, they're practically immortals!"

Neither of the Xu brothers paid any attention to his question. Xu Si, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, asked somewhat bewilderedly, "Do you think ascension to immortality really exists?"

But as soon as he asked the question, he shook his head, denying it, "How could that be? A person is a person."

Many people present had this question, but they quickly dismissed their own guesses. However, many others seemed to see a way forward from it, and the flame in their eyes burned even brighter.

Gods were originally mortals, but mortals' hearts are not steadfast.

Ultimately, whether they are immortals or immortals, they are all human.

The character for "person" is very simple, consisting of a left-falling stroke and a right-falling stroke. Those complicated titles are just things that others have added on.

"Alright, Zhang Chulan, get ready. Tomorrow we'll be facing off against this Lu Zu. Don't get beaten to death on the spot."

Xu Si exhaled a smoke ring and joked with Zhang Chulan, "When the time comes, don't become one of those demons eliminated in the story of Little Lu Zu, and call yourself the Azure Lotus Demon."

"hehe......"

The Xu brothers, along with Feng Baobao and Zhang Chulan, followed the crowd out of the venue.

……

In the woods behind the mountain, Wang Ye sat under a tree, holding his phone, looking worried and sighing.

"Junior Brother Wang Ye, you look so worried, what happened?"

Lu Qian, carrying his sword, slowly walked in. "Has something happened at home?"

"Senior Brother Lü, sometimes I really think you're amazing. You're always right when you say something."

Wang put down his phone. "My wealthy father has called me back again. This time, I plan to go home."

"Coercion and bribery?"

"One thing is that my father told me that as long as I come home, he will pay for the renovation of the palaces and temples and the maintenance of the mountain roads in Wudang Mountain for the next ten years."

Wang Ye chuckled, but then his expression became calm and natural as he reached out and pinched a leaf that was falling from above.

"Over this period of time, I have come to understand what the three grandmasters said back then: where in this world is there no worldly dust?"

"Although it's quiet up in the mountains, I'm just a guest there now. And as a guest, I'll have to go home one day."

"Acting according to one's heart, isn't that great?"

Lu Qian nodded. "I hope that next time you come up the mountain, Junior Brother, it won't be as a guest."

"Thank you for your kind words, Senior Brother. By the way, Senior Brother, would you like to come along? The headquarters of the Shu Zi Sect is located in Beijing."

Wang Ye scratched his head. "I was also worried about my family's safety when I went home this time. If my senior brother comes with me, my safety will be guaranteed."

"Alright, Chen Jinkui's debt will eventually need to be settled quickly."

Lu Qian nodded, a calculating look creeping onto his face. "By the way, could you talk to your family again and ask them to let you stay home a few more days each year, and also take on a more comprehensive contract for the restoration of Wudang Mountain?"

"Senior brother, are you selling your junior brother for money?"

"What are you saying?"

Lu Qianyi waved his hand righteously, "This is a contribution to Wudang."

"Aren't you a disciple of Wudang? Then Wudang is your home. Since it's your home, why don't you hurry up and do your part?"

"At that time, Master Yunlong will also look at you with new eyes, and he might even have to hold back when he kicks you."