A Masterpiece About Real Spiritual Practice, Cultivation Techniques, and Life Philosophy 关于真实修行+功法+人生哲理的神书

1. 351 哪 Nezha’s Path to Immortality 哪吒修仙诀 Mountain Hermit山里居士Urban513k WordsCompleted A dragon lurks in the abyss; a wise man hides among the people. When among others, hold your tongue to stay clear of trouble. When things are going well, keep your plans to yourself to avoid disaster. When beset by hardship, conceal your feelings so you can grow stronger. Those who aspire to great things keep them in their hearts and act on them. Only by keeping a low profile can you move forward steadily and go far. Yang Lin spends all day immersed in the world of immortal cultivation, caring n 92Reads—Score—Shelves
2. 352 我 My Divine Cauldron Holds a Tree of Enlightenment 我的神鼎有悟道树 Red Eggplant Cloth红茄布Urban407k WordsCompleted [Spatial Powers + High Martial Arts + Cultivation + Urban Life] Su Tianyou was mysteriously left an idiot after a fall when he was ten. Twelve years later, someone tries to murder him, but fate has other plans. The disaster turns into a blessing when he stumbles upon an ancient Chaos Divine Cauldron and mistakenly enters its inner space. He devours a Fruit of Enlightenment and falls asleep, only to awaken his once peerless talent. He learns the ancient Chaos Art and masters the Chaos Sword Techn 1.2kReads6.8Score136Shelves
3. 353 我 I’m Not the Blood Demon: Who Touched My Treasure Basin? 我不是血魔之谁动了我的聚宝盆 Moonlight Foot Soldier月光小卒Male-Channel Fanfiction615k WordsCompleted He Yuan, a third-generation disciple of the Jie Sect, fell into demonic tribulation after secretly practicing the Asura Path’s supreme scripture, the Blood God Sutra. With no other choice, he used the secret art “Escape into Nothingness,” passed down by his master, to take his own life. Fortunately, his remnant soul survived, and he was reincarnated... Years later, Lin Yu, a PhD who studied in America, transmigrates into The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber as Gao Zecheng, an inconspicuous disciple 326Reads—Score—Shelves

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   A bright moon, like a silver platter, hung above Youhuang Valley. Moonlight filtered through the bamboo leaves, casting dappled silver scales on the two figures. Lin Yu and the gray-robed monk became two hazy, indistinct shadows. The sounds of their swords clashing against each other were as rapid as a sudden downpour, sharp and continuous. The monk wielded his staff with extreme ferocity. A single move, "Sweeping Through a Thousand Armies," forced Lin Yu to leap into the air. The staff grazed the soles of his boots, sending mud and gravel flying. Several bamboo stalks as thick as bowls snapped with a "crack," their tips crashing heavily to the ground. Lin Yu twisted in mid-air, his sword slashing diagonally downwards with fierce force, forcing the monk to parry with his staff. With a crisp "clang," the monk's arm went numb from the impact. The two exchanged blows, exchanging fifty moves in the blink of an eye. The monk's staff moved with wide, sweeping motions, each strike aimed at Lin Yu's vital points. The wind from the staff howled, swirling up fallen leaves and gravel, forming a swirling wall of air. Lin Yu, relying on the agility of his soft sword, moved with ghostly grace, weaving through the shadows of the staff. Sometimes his swordplay was light and nimble, targeting weaknesses; other times he switched to powerful, forceful strikes. In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two had exchanged over a hundred blows, the rapid changes in their techniques leaving Shi Huolong breathless. Hiding in the shadows of the bamboo forest, and confirming there were no other enemies, he surveyed the battlefield and saw that Lin Yu was clearly not using his full strength. Shi Huolong knew his martial arts-obsessed younger brother all too well; his constant shifts in technique were clearly an attempt to observe his opponent's style, hoping to learn from him. Seeing Lin Yu's composed demeanor, Shi Huolong felt a surge of satisfaction. In the past six months, not only had his arms recovered, but his internal energy had also greatly increased due to practicing the Nine Yang Divine Skill, and he had mastered the fourteenth move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Although this monk was evenly matched with him, he was no match for his third brother—Lin Yu was the number one expert in Youhuang Valley, and he himself could only barely withstand three hundred moves from him. Shi Huolong couldn't help but recall two months ago when he personally taught Lin Yu the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" technique. Wiping his sweat, he remarked to Shen Qingya, "Brother, Third Brother has great talent, quick comprehension, and a willingness to study diligently. Coupled with his profound and refined 'Nine Yang Divine Skill' internal energy, few in the martial world today, besides Zhang Zhenren of Wudang, can rival him." "In my opinion," Shen Qingya agreed wholeheartedly, "give him another twenty years, and he'll be invincible!" Confirming Lin Yu's safety, Shi Huolong, fearing a diversionary tactic, quietly used his lightness skill to return to Youhuang Valley. Seeing that Qingya Residence was peaceful and Zhou Yunhe was vigilantly guarding the entrance, he finally felt completely at ease. In the bamboo forest, Lin Yu was still locked in combat with the masked monk. His eyes gleamed, firmly memorizing the opponent's moves and power details. This battle was not only a crisis for him, but also a rare opportunity to improve his martial arts. After about two hundred moves, Lin Yu had figured out his opponent's style. He thought to himself, "This monk's staff technique, though fierce, is predictable. Its weaknesses lie in the moments when his old strength is exhausted and his new strength hasn't yet arisen." "Besides, I don't like staffs as a weapon. A little understanding is enough; there's no need to continue learning." With that thought, Lin Yu stopped delaying. His soft sword, like a persistent leech, clung to the staff. Whenever the monk's move was about to end, the sword tip would strike like a venomous snake, aiming for his wrist or armpit. The monk gradually felt the strain. He hadn't expected his seemingly young opponent's swordsmanship to be so cunning. His hundred-pound staff was becoming unwieldy due to the soft sword's entanglement. After another twenty or thirty moves, the monk suddenly unleashed a powerful "Mount Hua Cleave" strike aimed directly at Lin Yu's head. Lin Yu didn't retreat but advanced, his body suddenly sinking, the soft sword sliding up the staff, aiming directly at the monk's right hand holding the staff. The monk was startled and tried to pull back his staff, but he was a fraction too slow. Although the blade hadn't struck his bones, it had already slashed his wrist, drawing blood instantly. The monk winced in pain, his grip loosening, and the staff nearly slipped from his grasp. He tensed, becoming even more cautious in his movements, but Lin Yu pressed his advantage, his soft sword attacks intensifying, the sword light weaving like a ribbon, enveloping the monk. After another forty-odd moves, the monk's wrist wound, though shallow, had affected his grip, causing a slight stiffness in his movements. Lin Yu keenly observed this and suddenly changed his attack: feinting an attack towards his face with the soft sword, he actually flicked his wrist, the sword tip slithering like a serpent behind the staff, and then sharply thrusting upwards! This strike was extremely tricky; the monk was caught off guard, feeling a numbness in his right wrist and a sharp pain in his hand. He could no longer hold onto the hundred-pound staff, which crashed to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. The masked monk was terrified—he had honed his skills with the staff for over thirty years, yet this young man had disarmed him within three hundred moves. This was an utter disgrace! But he knew that having lost the initiative, further combat would inevitably lead to defeat, possibly even death—this man's swordsmanship was exquisite, his inner strength unfathomable, far beyond his capabilities. Almost simultaneously with the staff hitting the ground, the monk turned and fled without hesitation, his movements as swift as a ghost, without any hesitation. "Trying to run?" Lin Yu coldly shouted, then flicked his wrist, sending his soft sword flying like an arrow, whistling through the air, aiming straight for the monk's back! Hearing the fierce wind behind him, the monk dared not turn back, and lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack. But the soft sword, amplified by Lin Yu's powerful Nine Yang Inner Strength, continued its momentum, striking a large tree with a clang, then rebounding, coincidentally blocking the monk's path. The monk instinctively dodged, and in that brief moment, Lin Yu had already caught up using his "Snow-Treading Without a Trace" lightness skill. Anxious, the monk accelerated, dashing left and right through the bamboo forest, trying to shake off his pursuer. Lin Yu didn't stop, his gaze fixed on the monk's back, his hands moving rapidly, the palm intent of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms gathering within him. Seeing no way to escape, the monk stopped and turned, a fierce glint in his eyes. He clasped his hands together, then abruptly separated them, black energy faintly emanating from his palms—his signature move, "Mixed Yuan Thunderbolt Hand"! "Since you seek death, this humble monk will grant your wish!" The monk growled, unleashing both palms with a soft yet domineering force aimed directly at Lin Yu's face. Lin Yu remained calm, taking a half-step forward with his left foot, his right palm thrusting out forcefully, the palm wind stirring up fallen leaves into a vortex—the "Dragon Appearing in the Field" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The palm strike, seemingly slow, contained a vast amount of Nine Yang True Qi, colliding violently with the monk's palm force. With a muffled "bang," both men retreated three steps. The monk felt a surge of intense heat, causing his blood and qi to surge, and he was shocked: "This kid's internal strength is so powerful and domineering!" Lin Yu also nodded inwardly: "This monk's palm strike is indeed insidious and vicious, but thankfully I have the Nine Yang Divine Skill protecting me." The two resumed their battle. The monk's Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand combined strength and gentleness, sometimes as fierce as thunder, sometimes as gentle as a venomous snake, occasionally interspersed with a few Phantom Yin Finger techniques, the finger strikes cold and icy, targeting vital acupoints. Lin Yu circulated his Nine Yang True Qi throughout his body, steadily blocking the cold finger strikes. Then, he unleashed the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, his palm techniques wide and powerful, each strike carrying a world-destroying momentum, both extremely domineering and exquisite. After another hundred moves, the monk gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Although his Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand was powerful, he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up with Lin Yu's continuous Nine Yang True Qi, and he had already sustained several minor injuries. Lin Yu seized the opportunity, launching a fierce attack with his palms while coldly shouting, "You cowardly rat hiding your head and tail, dare to reveal your identity!" Lin Yu's shout was like a sharp sword piercing the silence of the night, but the gray-robed monk only snorted coldly, suddenly increasing the speed of his attacks. The force of his palms shredded the withered leaves, and his offensive became even more ferocious. Lin Yu remained composed, his palms moving like serpents amidst the shadows of his fingers and palms, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. "Since you are unwilling to speak, why not let me guess?" He said. "Should I address you as Master Yuanzhen of Shaolin? Or—Cheng Kun, the Hunyuan Thunderbolt Hand?!" Cheng Kun was struck dumb, his entire body trembling violently. "How do you know my name?!" This was his greatest secret—ever since he had killed the monk Kongjian, he had believed no one in the martial world knew his true identity. Unexpectedly, Lin Yu had revealed it in a single sentence, throwing him into utter chaos. "No, impossible! How did you recognize me? This is absolutely impossible..." In his panic, his moves revealed an opening, his attack veering off course by half an inch. In a duel between masters, a difference of half an inch could be fatal. Lin Yu had been waiting for this moment; how could he let such a golden opportunity slip by? Suddenly, he lunged forward, gathering all of his Nine Yang True Qi in his palms, unleashing the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The palm strike, whistling with overwhelming force, slammed heavily into Cheng Kun's chest. "Pfft!" Cheng Kun, struck by this powerful blow, coughed up blood and flew backward like a broken kite, crashing heavily into a tree before slowly sliding to the ground, barely breathing. Before he could recover, Lin Yu had already closed in like a shadow, his fingertips moving like unsheathed swords, swiftly striking several vital acupoints such as the Tanzhong and Qimen points. Cheng Kun tried to resist, but his severe injuries slowed his reactions, and he could only watch helplessly as his opponent's fingers landed precisely. In an instant, his entire body went numb, his limbs went limp, and he was unable to move. [Staring]

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