But he had also understood the hidden danger of the Great Bright King Scripture. If his spirit was not strong enough, he could not control the Great Bright King Scripture; if he hadn't broken through to the Four Pearls and had a flash of inspiration, he might not have woken up even now.

What was more terrifying about the Great Bright King Scripture was its effect on his mind—formless and intangible, yet profoundly influential. Now that he was awake, his heart was calm, as if everything in the world were mere floating clouds, and all emotions seemed separated from him by a membrane, impossible to touch.

He felt he could no longer use the Great Bright King Scripture. One more use, and he would become utterly unfeeling, achieving a state of transcendent apathy.

To summon the Great Bright King was wonderful, but to become the Great Bright King would be tragic. For the last two days, he had been in seclusion, not practicing martial arts, but meditating, repeating mantras incessantly.

If he defeated Li Yujiao, he would immediately return to seclusion. He possessed modern psychological knowledge, which, combined with Buddhist teachings, gave him a deep understanding of the human mind, knowing that once one retreated into the Heart Pearl, the body would be governed by the subconscious.

He intended to use constant repetition and suggestion to implant this notion into his subconscious. Whether it succeeded or failed, he had no certainty, yet unexpectedly, it had worked.

Fortunately, he held a favorable impression of Holy Snow Peak; they were innocent and pure-hearted. Otherwise, once transformed into the Bright King, a great disruption might have ensued.

He coughed lightly and called out loudly, "Feng'er, come in." He noticed something strange: even with his eyes closed, he could clearly see his surroundings, as if his vision were suspended in the void, observing everything within ten feet, discerning the finest detail—the sensation was exquisitely marvelous. He saw Wang Shuangfeng and Li Yujiao seated cross-legged on cushions outside his courtyard, swords resting across their laps.

He could even discern the worry etched between her delicate brows. Li Yujiao gazed into the void with her bright eyes, motionless, seemingly lost in thought.

Hearing his voice, the two women instantly leaped up. Wang Shuangfeng hurried to push open the courtyard door and rushed inside.

Reaching Li Muzhan, her expression was one of intense emotion. Li Yujiao followed closely behind her, looking over with full curiosity.

Although Li Muzhan kept his eyes closed, the expressions and movements of the two were presented to him clearly, even more vividly than if he had opened his eyes. This feeling was entirely novel.

"...Martial Uncle?!" Wang Shuangfeng hesitated, then called out cautiously. Li Muzhan slowly opened his eyes, feeling a slight reluctance to gaze down upon the world, and smiled faintly, "How long have you been sitting there?" "Two days!" Li Yujiao answered quickly, staring into his eyes, "Are you alright?" Li Muzhan smiled, "Junior Sister Li, I won unfairly; you were wronged." Li Yujiao shot him a look and said coolly, "I don't have the Great Bright King Scripture, nor the secret art to unleash potential.

Losing is losing; it's no big deal!" "That's for the best," Li Muzhan chuckled. Suddenly, Li Yujiao's voice echoed in his mind: Fighting on someone else's behalf, yet being so fierce—is he foolish or clever?

Could it be that this fool likes Wang Shuangfeng? Li Muzhan was stunned for a moment, then realized the truth.

Had his Mind-Penetration arrived at such clarity and precision? Previously, when he possessed Mind-Penetration due to his three Heart Pearls, he could only sense things vaguely; specific thoughts remained obscured.

Now, it was as if she were speaking right beside his ear, utterly clear. This was obviously another effect of the Heart Pearls.

Having such an ability was rather tedious, truth be told. Li Muzhan sighed deeply.

The danger and darkness of the human heart were like a spectral realm; to see it all was to see only darkness, with no sunlight. If a person lived that way, life would hold little pleasure.

With that thought, his heart stirred, and the voice vanished, shutting down his Mind-Penetration. He was instantly overjoyed.

He could actually control it! Previously, he couldn't; even if he didn't want to sense something, the strong feeling persisted, like pain—even if he didn't want to touch it, he was compelled to.

Being able to control it at will was true divine power; being subject to it was merely suffering. He glanced at Li Yujiao.

Her expression was detached, making her look like an immortal untouched by worldly affairs, yet her inner thoughts were otherwise—truly interesting. "Martial Uncle, you scared us to death!" Wang Shuangfeng wiped away a tear and chided him playfully.

Li Muzhan laughed, "It was nothing, just weakness for a few days. Did you get the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture?" "Yes!" Wang Shuangfeng nodded vigorously, taking out the yellow silk booklet from her embrace and handing it to Li Muzhan.

"Martial Uncle, take a look." Li Muzhan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "This is the core art of your Wang family; I, an outsider, shouldn't look." "Ancestor instructed that if we obtained it, we must present it for you to see!" Wang Shuangfeng insisted. Li Muzhan nodded slowly and chuckled, "It seems the Old Master and the Ancestor struck a deal.

Very well, I shall look. Junior Sister Li possesses such cultivation; I am also curious about the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture." Saying this, he took the yellow silk.

It felt soft yet tough in his hands, emitting a faint, ancient aura, clearly having endured ages. Wang Shuangfeng explained, "Ancestor said the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture is a Buddhist cultivation method.

Our ancestor once saved an old monk who gave him this scripture just before entering nirvana." Li Muzhan felt even more astonished, mixed with a touch of longing. He had an instinctive affinity for Buddhist cultivation methods, possibly due to his practice of the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, which had ingrained Buddhist principles into his very bones.

He opened the silk scroll and quickly flipped through it—a dozen pages, finished in moments. After finishing, the entire text was imprinted in his mind, allowing him to replay it page by page, rather than just remembering the content.

He handed the scroll back, nodding with a smile, "Indeed, it is profound. However, practicing it seems troublesome...

After achieving the Nine Revolutions, Junior Sister Li, what stage have you reached?" "The Third Revolution!" Li Yujiao replied with a slight smile. Li Muzhan exclaimed, "Impressive!" The Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture was indeed profound, but its cultivation was genuinely arduous.

It wasn't merely about refining Qi, but about refining Blood—using Qi to temper Blood. The critical juncture required insight.

Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing meant cleansing the marrow nine times. Each cleansing doubled one's power, a truly astonishing feat.

Reaching the Third Revolution increased one's power eightfold—a staggering thought, no wonder Li Yujiao's internal energy was so deep. Imagine if the original cultivator already had ten years of pure skill; reaching the Third Revolution would equate to eighty years of skill—how profound that power would be!

However, even achieving the initial breakthrough was no easy task; it was incredibly difficult. Buddhist practices had two major schools: the School of Emptiness and the School of Existence.

The School of Emptiness posits that all things are void, all is nothingness. The School of Existence maintains that all phenomena arise from consciousness (Shì), that everything is shaped by perception.

The forty-eight thousand methods of Buddhist cultivation do not stray outside these two boundaries; they are one or the other. Martial arts cultivation subtly aligns with the School of Existence: focusing the mind intensely—which is a form of consciousness (Yī Shí)—to drive the circulation of internal energy, thereby absorbing free-floating Qi in the body and gathering it.

This form of cultivation emphasizes slow accumulation over time, akin to the principle of growth in humans and all things. The Vajra Indestructible Divine Art that Li Muzhan practiced was also of the School of Existence, concentrating on a single point of awareness (Yī Shí) to propel internal energy flow and strengthen various parts of the body.

The difficulty he faced lay in the pain, which no one could alleviate. Li Muzhan’s meditative skill was deep, and through some twist of fate, he also possessed the Scripture of Observing Heaven and Illuminating the Divine (Guān Tiān Rén Shén Zhào Jīng), enabling him to cultivate.

But the cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture was completely different; it followed the path of the School of Emptiness, which is why almost no one could master it. Even those high-ranking Buddhist monks would likely find it futile.

The School of Emptiness demands that all things be empty, that no single perception remains, that the mind is quiescent. Yet, under such a state, one must circulate energy—an inherent contradiction.

How could one succeed? Yet, Li Yujiao had managed it.

Li Muzhan glanced at her, inwardly sighing. Truly, the world was vast, filled with countless extraordinary individuals; one must never underestimate the heroes of the world.

At least, if it were him, even with profound meditation skills, breaking through the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture would be difficult. He was following the path of Existence.

He shook his head and let out a long, faint sigh. "Martial Uncle, can you master it?" Wang Shuangfeng looked at him hopefully.

Li Muzhan shook his head with a wry smile, "Probably not. It doesn't align with my path." He sighed inwardly.

If he could master such a core art, given his current cultivation base, doubling it would eliminate any worry about insufficient internal energy or being at a disadvantage. He would only need to thoroughly study the martial techniques themselves.

Alas, achieving the initial breakthrough was immensely difficult. Truly achieving Emptiness without extinguishing awareness was impossible.

If Li Yujiao hadn't succeeded, he would have suspected this core art was merely a joke. Seeing Li Muzhan constantly scrutinizing her, Li Yujiao frowned delicately and said coolly, "Senior Brother Li, are you suspecting we have a fake core art?" Li Muzhan shook his head and chuckled, "Sect Master Li is magnanimous and a woman surpassing men; you wouldn't resort to such tricks.

I am merely curious how you managed to cultivate the Nine Revolutions, Miss Li." Li Yujiao smiled faintly but said nothing. Li Muzhan activated his Mind-Penetration and heard her thought: I don't even know myself how I managed it; what can I say?

Besides, he wouldn't believe it anyway, and would just think I’m making excuses! Better not to speak.

Li Muzhan gave a bitter smile inwardly. So that was it; she had achieved it unknowingly—a gift from heaven, the greatest fortune one could hope for.

It seemed he too should attempt cultivation, success or failure aside. What if one day, he too learned it inexplicably?

"It's a pity," Wang Shuangfeng sighed. "Even though we have this core art, mastering it will be incredibly difficult!" Li Muzhan smiled, "Having it is better than not having it.

At least there's some hope. However, this method is one of non-action (Wú Wéi); the more you force it, the harder it becomes to cultivate...

Isn't that right, Miss Li?" Li Yujiao frowned, pondered for a moment, and slowly nodded, "Mmm, there's some truth to that... I remember when I was seven or eight, rummaging around in Mother's room, I found this core art by accident.

I didn't pay much mind, just practiced it for fun, and achieved mastery without realizing it." She shook her head, "When Mother found out, she had all the other disciples practice it, but not a single one succeeded." "Is that so..." Wang Shuangfeng nodded. Knowing this information was precious, she looked at Li Muzhan with gratitude, feeling deeply indebted and unable to repay him.

Suddenly, her face flushed, and she quickly turned her head to change the subject. Li Muzhan hadn't used his Mind-Penetration and didn't know what she was thinking.

It was likely something romantic; perhaps she was thinking of dedicating herself to him. He chuckled inwardly; he was a monk, so a dedication of the body was impossible.

The three chatted idly for a while. Seeing him looking vigorous, showing no signs of weakness, the two women were greatly surprised and inquired about the Great Bright King Scripture.

Li Muzhan explained with a smile, "Perhaps because the usage time was very short and I dispelled it immediately, I recovered." Li Yujiao observed him for a moment, "Your cultivation seems to have increased slightly, hasn't it?" Li Muzhan smiled, "Yes, a little bit." He added with a laugh, "Consider it a blessing in disguise... Feng'er, let's set off right away.

Returning sooner will ease Old Ancestor's heart." "Yes!" Wang Shuangfeng nodded quickly. She wished she had wings attached to her back to fly back to the Wang family instantly, presenting the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture to her Ancestor, after which the rise of the Wang family would be unstoppable.

Li Muzhan rose, "I'll go say farewell to Sect Master Li first. You tidy up; we leave today!" "Yes!" Wang Shuangfeng answered firmly.

Li Yujiao glanced at him and led the way to the South Dipper Hall. The hall was bright and spacious.

Li Yunqing was reclining lazily on a low couch, smiling charmingly. "No need for formalities; sit and talk!" She gestured to the embroidered stool opposite, scrutinized Li Muzhan from head to toe, and nodded with a smile, "What a marvel, Zhanran, truly impressive!" Li Muzhan bowed with clasped hands, apologizing, "Senior Li, I am ashamed; I won unfairly, but to live up to the elders' expectations, I had no choice but this extreme measure!" Li Yunqing waved her delicate hand, smiling brightly, "When fighting, one should use every means possible.

You did nothing wrong; failing to use your full strength would have been the mistake!" She looked Li Muzhan up and down again and asked with a smile, "Did you use the Great Bright King Scripture?" Li Muzhan nodded in admission. Li Yunqing sighed, "It seems it is decreed that Canghai Mountain shall prosper!" Li Muzhan shook his head with a wry smile, "My Great Bright King Scripture is incomplete; I dare not use it lightly.

This time was a risky venture." He said this to soften the impact of his perceived dominance. Seeing Li Yunqing’s demeanor, it was clear she understood the Great Bright King Scripture and its immense power, which might easily breed murderous intent.

If his Great Bright King Scripture could be controlled, it would be truly terrifying; perhaps no one on Holy Snow Peak could defeat him. Holy Snow Peak could hardly allow such a threat to exist.

No matter what, people harbor innate apprehension and killing intent toward anything that threatens them; some show it, others conceal it. Fortunately, his Mind-Penetration indicated she held no killing intent, only a faint, mournful sigh within her heart.

Li Muzhan suddenly understood that this Sect Master Li had ties to Canghai Mountain, and not ordinary ties—perhaps involving matters of the heart. "I never thought someone would actually master this technique!" Li Yunqing shook her head.

Li Muzhan smiled, "Every martial art in the world has its own destiny; it's not the person who chooses the art, but the art that chooses the person, just like Junior Sister Li's Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture!" Li Yunqing smiled faintly and nodded, "Precisely!" She was filled with repeated joy over Li Yujiao mastering the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture, viewing it as a supreme gift from heaven protecting Holy Snow Peak. Otherwise, given the profound mystery of the scripture, mastery would have been impossible.

Although the Wang family possessed the scripture, few had managed to master it over hundreds of years; otherwise, the Wang family would have long eclipsed the Nangong clan, and Holy Snow Peak would not have dared provoke them! "Judging by your appearance, you seem fine," Li Yunqing said with a smile.

Li Muzhan nodded, "Yes, your junior has recovered. I came to bid farewell, Senior!" Li Yunqing raised a delicate eyebrow, "Leaving so soon?

Stay a few more days. Enjoy yourself a bit.

The martial competition is over, your wish fulfilled... That girl Tingyan’s injuries are almost healed!" Li Muzhan hesitated, then shook his head, "It’s better not.

I'll visit next time. The Old Ancestor of the Wang family is likely waiting anxiously; I cannot delay further." "...Mmm, that old woman is impatient!" Li Yunqing pondered briefly, then nodded, "Very well, I won't press you.

You must visit as a guest another day!" Li Muzhan laughed, "I've taken away the Nine Revolutions Marrow Cleansing Scripture; I just hope Senior doesn't blame me!" Li Yunqing chuckled merrily, "That you could defeat Yujiao is heaven's will; why would I blame you!?... Moreover, thank you for the reminder.

Otherwise, we might have truly capsized in the shallows last time and been ambushed by those fellows, resulting in the loss of many disciples!" Li Muzhan chuckled, "Senior's strategy of locking the door to beat the dog was brilliant!" "A pity it was broken by you. That girl Yujiao is soft-hearted; she agreed to your terms.

If it were me, I'd have simply slaughtered them all and avoided future trouble!" Li Yunqing pouted, glancing at Li Yujiao. Li Yujiao kept her expression calm and lowered her head.

"Heaven cherishes life; your junior is incapable of acting ruthlessly," Li Muzhan replied. Li Yunqing smiled, "You are a monastic; being compassionate is fitting...

How about this: I'll have Yujiao accompany you to the Wang family!" Li Muzhan was startled and shook his head, "There is no need to trouble Miss Li!" "Unacceptable. The road ahead is not entirely safe, and though your martial arts are strong, Miss Wang's are not...

Furthermore, given the difference between men and women, you cannot always stay together to look after her," Li Yunqing insisted, shaking her head. Li Muzhan considered it and slowly nodded, accepting this kindness.

Indeed, although the two were together, there was a distinction between male and female, meaning they couldn't stay constantly side-by-side. If they separated, and an attack occurred, while Wang Shuangfeng could handle ordinary experts, against top-tier masters, she would be captured without resistance.

Li Yunqing smiled, surprised that Li Muzhan agreed so easily, which signaled a measure of trust in Holy Snow Peak. Sending Li Yujiao as escort served two purposes: to avoid suspicion, and genuinely to worry, whether others knew or not; it was always better to be overly cautious.

"Very well, when shall you depart?" Li Yunqing inquired. Li Muzhan replied, "We shall depart now." "So urgent?" Li Yunqing frowned.

Li Muzhan stated, "Returning sooner is always better. There will be time later; your junior will certainly impose again another day!" Li Yunqing hesitated, then slowly nodded, "...Alright.

Yujiao, you must obey Zhanran on the road; do not act on your own initiative!" "...Yes, Mother." Li Yujiao glanced at Li Muzhan and nodded slowly. Li Yunqing frowned, "Girl, do not feign compliance.

Though your martial arts are strong, your experience in worldly affairs and careful planning lag behind Zhanran by ten thousand miles; do not try to be clever!" "Yes." Li Yujiao nodded earnestly. "Good.

Go now, and return quickly!" Li Yunqing waved her hand.