Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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Of course, some of the Celestial Masters are not up to par, which led to the emergence of Celestial Masters like Zhang Zhiwei who falsely claimed to be Celestial Masters.

Zhang Lingyu was able to be accepted as a disciple by the Celestial Master not only because of his own good aptitude, but also because he was a descendant of the Celestial Master.

"Since you know, then I won't say any more. Those six black energies are the six demon kings that the Celestial Master subdued and sealed."

The old master said with a smile.

Luke was startled and asked incredulously, "No, Master, are you serious? Even if it's true, how many years has it been? How can he still be alive?"

The old Taoist priest's face darkened, and he said, "Does this old Taoist priest look like the kind of person who would deceive and fool others?"

Luke pursed his lips and didn't say anything, but in his heart he was thinking that if it came to deceiving people, no one was better than Buddhism and Taoism, especially Taoism.

Buddhist sects do not retreat from the mountains during times of chaos, but Taoist sects do have a history of instigating rebellions during times of turmoil.

The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, and the age of Jiazi will bring good luck to the world!

Once these twelve words were uttered, rulers of many dynasties thereafter were wary of Taoism, because Taoism was not only good at deceiving people, but also dared to rebel.

"These six demon kings sound terrifying, but they are actually just demons who obtained Qi in the past and cultivators who went astray. The Celestial Master destroyed their physical bodies, but their spirits remained. Considering the difficulty of their cultivation, the Celestial Master did not scatter their spirits but sealed them in the Demon-Subduing Hall. If they had repented and walked the righteous path, it wouldn't have been a bad thing. Unfortunately, these six are incorrigible. Even though the Celestial Master has been gone for many years, they remain stubbornly unrepentant. Now, little of their intelligence remains, but their obsession persists, so they have been sealed in the Demon-Subduing Hall by successive Celestial Masters..."

In the world of supernatural beings, the soul exists; the Quanzhen Sect has a method for summoning a Yang spirit!

In ancient times, even if the physical body of a highly skilled person was destroyed, they could still exist in the world as a Yang God. In the world of extraordinary people, the so-called Yang God is nothing more than a sufficiently resilient soul.

Leaving aside the masters of the past, even in modern times, there are the Eight Extraordinary Techniques of Spirit Capture and Command, which can capture the souls of others and use them for one's own purposes.

The so-called soul is no longer complete without a physical body; it is incomplete. The spirit-binding and commanding of generals finds this incompleteness and forcibly confines the spirit regardless of its will.

Therefore, the so-called six demon kings actually pose no threat at all; it's just that they sound strange.

Longhu Mountain's attitude towards the six demon kings was nothing more than treating them as the legacy of their ancestor.

"Little Luke, let me ask you a question: Do you want to become a Master?"

The old celestial master suddenly spoke up and asked.

Luke was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Don't worry, Celestial Master. I have no interest in the Celestial Master position. I'll just make a token effort tomorrow, and then I'll admit defeat. I'm not stupid. I can tell that this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony is something you prepared for Zhang Chulan. I will definitely not let your efforts go to waste."

Luke had no desire to become a Taoist priest and be confined to Mount Longhu without freedom.

The world is so big, he wants to see more of it!

The old master shook his head and said, "What a pity!"

The old master's words were not just perfunctory; he genuinely felt it was a pity.

Luke is exceptionally talented and has already matured. His cultivation level is no weaker than mine. If such a person could become a Celestial Master, then Longhu Mountain would have made a huge profit.

Historically, there have been many who came with their own skills and became apprentices. The fact that Luke possessed his family's skills was not a problem for the old Celestial Master at all, as long as the people of the Celestial Master's Mansion did not learn them.

Chapter 92: One Man's Story: Battle Against the Old Celestial Master

Although this grand ceremony was held for Zhang Chulan, the old Celestial Master felt that if Luke could join the Celestial Master's Mansion, the matter could be changed.

There are many ways to protect Zhang Chulan. At worst, he can just be shameless. Who would dare to oppose him then? Do they really think his slaps are just for show? Longhu Mountain is a righteous sect, and they don't forbid eating meat.

If we could recruit a master like Luke to Longhu Mountain, it would be entirely beneficial.

It's a pity that they weren't willing, so the old master naturally wouldn't force them.

"However, although I have no interest in the position of Celestial Master, I am still very interested in being a Celestial Master."

Luke looked at the old master, his eyes filled with eager fighting spirit.

The old master was taken aback, then chuckled: "Good lad, so sharp-tongued? You even want to fight this old man."

Luke clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said solemnly, "This humble one has been impolite, but today I would like to experience firsthand the prestige of the Zhengyi Celestial Master's Mansion, the most prestigious institution in the world."

It's worth noting that Luke is known as a battle maniac in the Inhuman world. When he encounters a master like the Old Master, especially with his own strength greatly increased, he naturally wants to learn a thing or two from him.

"In that case, this old man will give you a try!"

The old master hasn't seriously fought with anyone for many years.

To be honest, the Old Master is very lonely because he is too powerful, so powerful that he has reached a point of no return.

Lu Jin is strong enough, isn't he?

Lu Jin is among the top fighters in the Ten Elders, but even he is just a slap away from the Old Master if he gets serious.

Aren't these two heroes strong enough?

However, in the battle on the Xilin Gol Grassland in the original novel, Ding Shian forcefully used his neck to control one of the Old Master's hands.

Perhaps Ru Hu, who is on par with Ding Shian, is even stronger and able to control the old master's two hands, because this guy's neck is thicker than Ding Shian's.

Of course, the neck thickness was just a joke, but the old master's power was by no means a joke.

Now, seeing Luke, whose cultivation was no weaker than his own, the old master felt a long-lost fighting spirit rekindle in his heart.

Without warning, the old master's slap came down, heavy as a mountain, aimed straight at Luke's upper dantian.

At this moment, just as at that moment.

Back then, Zhang Zhiwei used this very technique to break Lu Jin's triple rebirth technique in the Lu family compound.

Unfortunately, things are not the same as they were back then. Luke is not Lu Jin, and he is not practicing the Reverse Life Triple Technique. The move of shaking the upper dantian is useless against him.

Moreover, the reason why Zhang Zhiwei's slap worked on Lu Jin back then was not because the Reverse Life Triple Realm was not powerful enough, but because Lu Jin's own cultivation was not strong enough.

"boom!"

Luke met the attack with a slap of his own, the force of which was more than immense, as if it contained the weight of mountains and rivers. The slap collided violently with the old master's palm in mid-air.

With palms facing each other, the resulting airflow was like a sudden gust of wind, causing the surrounding plants to bow their heads, their branches and leaves to fly, and dust to rise up and block out the sunlight.

The world seemed to be split in two at that moment, with the old master's profound inner strength cultivated over a hundred years on one side and Luke's extraordinary power on the other.

Two figures stood firm amidst the shockwave, their robes fluttering in the wind, like two invincible war gods.

A hint of surprise flashed in the old master's eyes. He had not expected that Luke's cultivation had reached such a level that he could be on par with him.

You must understand that physical cultivation is one thing, but you also have a hundred years of cultivation experience. At the same level, of course, the one with more experience has the advantage.

But Luke was able to calmly deal with his sudden attack, which surprised the old master.

Luke, on the other hand, smiled slightly, his fighting spirit growing even stronger. This contest would be an important touchstone on his path of cultivation.

As the air currents gradually subsided and the dust settled, the two remained locked in a standoff, and everything around them seemed to stand still.

"Good lad, you've got some weight to your name. Can't you give this old man a break?"

The old master raised his snow-white eyebrows, feigning displeasure.

Luke squinted and said with a smile, "Not at all, it's just the amateur skills of a junior. I hope the old master will go easy on me and not be too harsh."

The old master's lips twitched: "You brat, do you even know how to use your words?"

With a "whoosh," a dazzling golden light shone from the old master's body, enveloping his entire form and sending Luke flying.

"Old Celestial Master, that's not fair, it's blinding me."

It's not entirely accurate to say that Luke was blasted away by the golden light.

The old master's golden light spell was powerful, but not powerful enough to knock Luke away so far without him taking the initiative to attack.

The main problem was that the golden light was too bright; Luke was dazzled and momentarily lost his focus.

The next moment, Luke took off his shirt, his muscles bulged, as if cast in steel, every inch of his skin contained explosive power, and his height increased by ten centimeters, as if he had transformed from a mortal into a god of war.

His eyes shone brightly, flashing with intense fighting spirit. He swung his fist, which was as big as a casserole dish, and attacked the old celestial master who had activated the Golden Light Mantra with a momentum like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down.

The old celestial master's golden light spell was dazzling and radiant, enveloping his entire being, making him appear like a deity descending from the heavens.

The Golden Light Mantra is not only unparalleled in defense, but also contains boundless majesty and power. Each flash seems capable of tearing everything apart, inspiring awe.

Luke's fist collided with the Golden Light Spell, producing a deafening roar that seemed to make the heavens and earth tremble.

Luke's physical body was incredibly strong, and every punch seemed capable of shaking mountains and rivers, but the Old Master's Golden Light Spell was like an impenetrable wall, remaining completely unmoved no matter how Luke attacked.

The power flowing through the Golden Light Mantra was actually wearing down Luke's punching strength, causing his attacks to gradually slow down.

Luke's fists were incredibly heavy, each strike seemingly carrying immense power, enough to shake mountains, causing even the air to tremble and distort under their force. His fist, the size of a clay pot, clashed with the Old Master's Golden Light Mantra, each impact creating visible ripples, as if even space itself was being torn apart by their power.

The Old Celestial Master's Golden Light Mantra is thick and hard, like an indestructible ancient divine mountain, standing firm and unyielding.

The golden light shimmered and flowed endlessly, each clash with Luke's fist producing a crisp, metallic sound and sparks flying.

The power flowing within the golden light mantra seemed capable of devouring all attacks. No matter how fiercely Luke bombarded it, it was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, showing no sign of wavering.

Chapter 93: One Person's Story: Luke, Who Lacks Martial Morality

As the battle continued, the surrounding ground began to shake violently, as if even the earth itself was trembling at this earth-shattering duel.

Trees snapped under the impact of the airflow, branches and leaves flew everywhere, dust filled the sky, and the world was in chaos.

The gusts of air that were stirred up were like sharp blades, cutting down countless trees and turning the once lush forests into a scene of devastation.

Luke's attacks grew increasingly fierce, each punch delivered with all his might, as if he wanted to shatter the golden light spell and pull the old master down from his pedestal.

However, the old master's golden light spell was like an impregnable fortress. The power flowing through the golden light spell was not only unparalleled in defense, but also constantly eroded Luke's punching strength. It was not just hard, but also resilient, combining strength and flexibility. Even if Luke's punch occasionally shattered the old master's golden light, it would quickly be replenished and repaired by more golden light, restoring it to its original state.

The two exchanged blows, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle. Luke's punches, though heavy, could not budge the old master's golden light spell in the slightest; the old master's golden light spell, though powerful, could not suppress Luke's storm-like onslaught.

Luke did not use the Heaven-Covering Palm technique because, in essence, this palm technique is not about facing the enemy head-on, but more about trapping the enemy, leaving them with no way to escape and keeping them within the range of the palm's power. It is relatively technical. The reason why it has such powerful effects in Luke's hands is mainly because his own cultivation level is high. He can easily defeat those whose life cultivation level is lower than his own.

However, against someone like the Celestial Master, the Heaven-Covering Palm technique would be somewhat unsuitable, as it wouldn't fully showcase Luke's inhumanly savage power.

"Old Master, be careful, my next punch is going to be very powerful."

Luke looked at the old master who was enveloped in golden light and laughed arrogantly.

The old master raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Don't worry, although I'm old, I'm still in good health and can handle it."

Luke took a deep breath, his muscles taut like bowstrings, each one gathering power as if he were to concentrate all the power in the world into this punch.

"drink!"

With a deafening roar, Luke unleashed a punch that gathered all his strength.

This punch seemed capable of shattering mountains and shaking the earth; the air itself appeared to be torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

Wherever the fist passed, space itself was distorted. Even the indestructible golden light spell shattered instantly under this punch, like dust swept away by a gale.