A Mortal’s Journey to Immortality: Wang Yu’s Rebirth as the Reincarnation Dao Ancestor - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 doesn’t have the small bottle! (Please read on!)

Liu Tietou was unlucky. His opponent was a ruthless character who had cultivated the superior internal martial art “Zhengyang Jin.”

He might already be a disciple of some elder. Every

move he made was powerful and imposing.

Liu Tietou initially suffered internal injuries after enduring just one palm strike, his internal organs trembling and his qi and blood momentarily disordered. He could only dodge repeatedly or try to neutralize the powerful force transmitted by his senior brother’s fists and palms with a technique of using minimal force to deflect maximum force.

Laymen couldn’t understand why Liu Tietou was so timid.

It wasn’t until his senior brother struck a tree as thick as a bowl with his palm that the new students gasped in surprise.

The tree, as thick as a bowl, snapped instantly with a crack after being struck by the senior brother’s Zhengyang Jin palm strike.

The upper half of the tree flew several meters away.

“Is this martial arts?”

A glimpse into the world of martial arts was revealed to them.

This one corner alone made them understand the difference between martial artists and ordinary people.

“If that palm strike had landed on me…”

Han Li shuddered at the thought.

No wonder Liu Tietou only took one palm strike initially and didn’t take a second.

Taking the first strike had already injured him; another would likely have knocked him down instantly.

“Fortunately, although Tietou’s nickname is ‘Iron Head,’ he’s actually quite cunning and not at all reckless. His main skill, lightness technique, is very agile, perfect for dealing with this kind of sweeping, powerful senior brother,” Zhang Tie murmured.

It seemed that although this simpleton had been secluded in the valley for some time, he had spent considerable time consulting with the Seven Mysteries Sect instructors at the training grounds.

However, just

as Zhang Tie finished speaking, Liu Tietou’s partner also began using his lightness technique.

His lightness technique was even more agile and varied. He could

leap over ten feet high

and easily move two feet to the left or right.

Iron Head’s attempts to display his skills were like trying to wield a great sword in front of Guan Yu (a legendary general known for his skill).

It was another round of being utterly thrashed.

“Iron Head’s in trouble.”

Not only were Han Li and Zhang Tie worried for Liu Tie Tou, but the other new students were also on tenterhooks.

It wasn’t that Liu Tie Tou was weak; it was just that the senior brother he had chosen was too strong.

If the fight continued…

Just as they were worrying about this, the elder in charge of the assessment suddenly called a halt.

It turned out that Liu Tie Tou had passed.

Although Iron Head was unlucky to have chosen such a powerful senior brother, the original requirement of enduring ten moves had been reduced to only five, and there were no restrictions on lightness skills or other techniques.

After all, if only enduring ten moves against the same senior brother was considered passing, wouldn’t some people be at a great disadvantage against the powerful senior brothers and sisters from previous years?

Fortunately, the final assessment took these factors into account, providing appropriate fairness.

“Iron Head passed.”

“Yes, from now on, he is a true inner disciple. Congratulations.”

“…”

The subsequent assessments…

Both of them watched.

Most of the disciples they knew had passed the third round and truly entered the inner circle of the Seven Mysteries Sect.

On the way back, each was lost in thought.

Han Li wondered,

“Speaking of which, can my internal magical energy be used to break a tree as thick as a bowl with a single punch, like martial arts internal energy?”

After sensing the balanced and peaceful special energy within his body, he immediately shook his head.

Magical energy and internal energy are completely different energies.

Releasing gentle magical energy directly actually has little destructive power.

However,

he didn’t envy the fierce and domineering nature of martial arts internal energy.

His magical energy was far more profound.

Using it as fuel for casting immortal spells was the correct way to use it.

A small fireball, or even a round of Five Fireballs Technique, would be impossible for even the Seven Mysteries Sect senior brothers present, let alone the sect leader, elders, or even the top expert, Doctor Mo, to withstand.

Furthermore, mortal lightness skills are already quite miraculous; what about the lightness techniques and wind manipulation techniques of immortal arts?

“Immortal arts…”

Liu Tietou passed by sheer luck,   while

Wang Pangzi and Ma Yun, along with other familiar disciples, still needed to work harder. At this moment,   Han Li, seizing the opportune moment, asked the honest-looking young man beside him:   ”Brother Zhang, have you felt anything while practicing the techniques Elder Mo passed down to us? Have you felt any true qi or anything?   ” “Not yet, why?”   Zhang Tie blinked and answered truthfully.   His face remained calm and composed.   However, unnoticed by outsiders, his heart tightened slightly the instant he was asked this question.   His calm demeanor was merely a facade; his inner anxiety and unease were the true reflection.   Han Li, as the character designer, was actually aware of this   .   After all, Elder Mo had been imparting the incantation for over three months, and the test the old man had mentioned beforehand was only two months away.   Zhang Tie didn’t have a wood-attribute spiritual root, making him unsuitable for cultivating the “Eternal Spring Skill,” and he hadn’t been able to develop any Qi sensations or even begin to understand it. Once Elder Mo found out, would he still be able to stay in the Seven Mysteries Sect? If he were expelled from Divine Hand Valley, it would be tantamount to being abandoned. How could he face his parents and sister then?   How could he not be anxious?   ”Brother Zhang, do you want to learn martial arts?” Upon hearing this,   Zhang Tie nodded.   Joining the Seven Mysteries Sect was precisely to learn martial arts, gain the favor of the higher-ups, and thus stay in the sect. This was for his own good, and also for the good of his family.   ”In that case, you should consult the instructors more often. Whatever the instructors teach you out of respect for Elder Mo, it will be good for you.”   Han Li didn’t elaborate on the implied meaning; he only hinted at it.   Whether Zhang Tie listened to the advice or not was up to him.   ”Alright, Brother Zhang, I have something to do and need to go for a walk in the woods…” He gave a slightly aggravated look, “I’ll go back to the valley myself after I’m done. You, continue watching Fatty Wang and the others’ assessments. After you’re done, you can try your luck with the instructors.”   Zhang Tie didn’t think much of it and nodded憨厚ly,   ”Go ahead, go ahead.”   Han Li immediately shook off Zhang Tie and darted into a narrow path, heading straight towards Chishui Peak.   Chishui Peak on Caixia Mountain of the Seven Mysteries Sect has a waterfall several tens of feet high, the place where Zhang Tie diligently practiced the *Elephant Armor Technique* in the book. The   dark green bottle was found by Zhang Tie, the protagonist of the book, when he set off from Shenshou Valley to visit the Chishui Peak waterfall to practice his skills.   He had already explored this path a few days ago,   during the second round of the final assessment for this year’s Seven Mysteries Sect disciples.   At that time, he had only familiarized himself with the route.   This time, he would check it twice more carefully.   Speaking of which, the reason he dragged Zhang Tie out of the valley today was to buy more time, so as not to return too late and arouse unnecessary suspicion from Mo Juren.   ”I have at most half an hour.”   ”It’s best to get back before Zhang Tie returns to the valley.”   Half an hour, or an hour, is enough for him to make two round trips between the entrance of Shenshou Valley and the Chishui Peak Waterfall.   He wondered if he could find the small bottle this time?   …   Time flew by, and another half month passed.   During these half months, Han Li’s mind became increasingly uneasy.   His anxiety was no less than that of Zhang Tie’s inability to master the Changchun Kung Fu.   This was because he had gone out of Shenshou Valley many times, wandering along all the paths between Chishui Peak and Shenshou Valley, almost leveling all the bumps on the paths, but he still hadn’t seen the Palm Heaven Bottle he longed for.   ”This shouldn’t be!”   He had almost leveled the paths.   He had cleared the weeds along the roadside countless times.   But why was the precious small bottle still nowhere to be seen? —   P.S.: This is a new book, just a seedling. How big it grows depends entirely on you all.   I urgently need readers to keep up; only after a good number of readers can I sign a contract.   To those who have already added this book to their collections, please keep reading!   Please continue reading!   (End of Chapter)