The guests, both upstairs and downstairs at Di San Xian Tower, watched as Su Chan and Zhou Qin emerged carrying two large buckets, which they promptly used to fill this enormous tea urn to the brim.

Li Yundong stood beside the water vat and announced loudly, "Everyone, watch closely! Earlier, Zhang Ling performed a little trick where she made the cups inside the teapot disappear without touching the teapot. Now, I will show you a trick where I drain all the water from this urn without my mouth touching it."

Shen Wancai chuckled, "Young Master Li, this trick of yours has nothing to do with vanishing teacups. Even if you manage to drink it all, how will the teacups reappear?"

Li Yundong gave a slight laugh, "Don't rush, President Shen. After I finish drinking the water from this urn, it will be Zhang Ling's turn. If she can drink it all, the teacups won't reappear. If she can't finish it, then the teacups will appear!"

Shen Wancai was greatly surprised, "What kind of logic is that? Curious, truly curious!"

Shen You, standing nearby, scoffed and turned his head away, murmuring disdainfully under his breath, "Putting on a supernatural show!"

However, Shen Hui had witnessed some of Li Yundong's miraculous feats before. She watched with interest, uncharacteristically refraining from any mockery.

At this point, the guests both above and below began whispering among themselves, discussing animatedly.

"Hey, what connection do you think drinking water has to making teacups appear?"

"I don't know. I'm just curious how he can drink the water without touching the urn."

"You're dense! If my mouth doesn't touch the urn, can't I use a cup to scoop it out?"

"That's true! But even drinking with a cup, how can one finish such a huge urn of water?"

"Can't you drink it slowly? Eventually, it has to be finished!"

"Ah, no way. Are we supposed to sit here slowly watching Young Master Li drink water? What's entertaining about that trick?"

"This, this... Hey, why are you taking me so seriously? Just watch what Young Master Li does!"

"Right, right! Wait, no, you were the one taking me seriously!"

Li Yundong ignored the murmuring crowd and spoke meaningfully to Zhang Ling, "True Master Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Ling frowned inwardly, but her pride was immense. Believing she could certainly accomplish anything Li Yundong could, she declared loftily, "We'll do as you say!"

Li Yundong nodded and said, "Good!" He bowed slightly to the onlookers and announced loudly, "Everyone, please watch closely!"

Instantly, the entire Di San Xian Tower fell silent, every eye fixed intently on Li Yundong.

Li Yundong stopped directly in front of the large urn. He took a deep breath, his body tensing, and a surge of power rose from below, like an old bear shaking off fleas, distributing this force to his hands.

Li Yundong swept his hands through the air about a foot above the water urn, then slowly raised them as if practicing Tai Chi. At first, the crowd thought Li Yundong was just performing some gesture, but soon, their eyes widened as they watched the water inside the urn slowly begin to spin on its own.

As Li Yundong’s movements accelerated, the rotation of the water inside the urn sped up faster and faster. When the swirling vortex in the urn churned so violently that it seemed about to splash out, Li Yundong suddenly stopped both hands and clapped them sharply towards the sides of the urn!

With a bang, a pillar of water shot up from the exact center of the urn. Li Yundong immediately inhaled deeply, and this pillar of water drilled directly into his mouth.

Although the crowd didn't know what trick Li Yundong was performing, they were captivated by how dashing and beautiful his maneuver was, and they immediately began to cheer him on.

At first, their cheers were sporadic, but they soon realized that Li Yundong's continuous suction of water was relentless. The water level in the urn dropped swiftly; in just a short while, the surface had lowered by two finger-widths!

Li Yundong’s breath seemed incredibly long, continuing for a full minute without interruption. At this point, everyone upstairs and downstairs turned pale with shock, rising to their feet and staring at Li Yundong with wide eyes. Their cheers and applause erupted like thunder.

Li Yundong’s spiritual aura and True Essence surged with an unbelievable intensity. White vapor rose from his head, his robes billowed without wind, as if an immortal had descended!

The crowd watched for a while longer. After two full minutes, Li Yundong’s breath still hadn't broken, and half the water in the urn was gone!

They were all stunned into silence now, forgetting even to applaud, staring blankly at Li Yundong, thinking: Is this even human? How did he do that? His mouth was more than two feet away from the urn—how did he draw the water up? And how was it possible to inhale for such a long time without pausing for breath? Half an urn of water must be close to twenty liters; how could he possibly ingest it all in one breath? Could his stomach even hold it?

At this moment, Zou Ping and Zhang Ling both showed slight changes in expression, watching Li Yundong with horror. As cultivators, they naturally understood that Li Yundong was using his own vast, incomparably dense, steel-like True Essence to draw the water from the urn through the air. Achieving this feat was not the hardest part; what was truly difficult was sustaining the breath for such an extended period!

Zou Ping noticed her master's grim expression and forced a smile, "He can't keep it up for long."

Zhang Ling snorted but said nothing. Yet, another minute passed, and Li Yundong’s breath remained unbroken!

By now, the crowd felt certain Li Yundong must have suffocated to death, but he continued to draw water from the urn ceaselessly. This gave everyone an illusion: it seemed as if the person before them was not a man, but a divine dragon descending from the Nine Heavens!

All the people in Di San Xian Tower were stunned silent. They had never seen anyone capable of drawing water through the air, let alone someone who could drink half an urn of water in a single breath. Even disregarding those two feats, they had never heard of anyone sustaining a continuous inhalation for a full two minutes without stopping!

To ordinary people, Li Yundong inhaling non-stop for two minutes seemed utterly beyond human capability. No matter how large a person's lung capacity, it could never be that vast. But they were unaware that Li Yundong’s external respiration had long ceased; what sustained him was his internal Qi. This was the principle of "Mortal breath stops, true breath begins, continuous and innate without intention."

The force driving Li Yundong’s breath was his powerful Inner Elixir. His Inner Elixir was spinning at an astonishing speed, causing his True Essence to flow outward continuously.

Most people’s Inner Elixirs were primarily fire-attributed, but Li Yundong’s was tempered by the might of lightning when he established his foundation in the Himalayas, inherently possessing a lightning attribute—thus it could be called a Thunder-Fire Inner Elixir.

Since lightning originates from water, and fire can rapidly vaporize water into steam, the moisture Li Yundong took in was quickly dissolved by his Inner Elixir into a massive amount of vapor, which then emanated from his Baihui acupoint on top of his head.

Another minute passed, and the urn was clearly nearing emptiness. The crowd watched as white vapor billowed from Li Yundong's head, a single white stream shooting up to the ceiling before rapidly dispersing and churning, resembling three blossoms gathering at the crown—the "Three Flowers Gathered at the Crown" phenomenon.

Amidst this mist, Li Yundong’s robes fluttered and his black hair danced without wind, truly appearing like a divine being, immensely powerful and commanding awe.

After an unmeasured time, Li Yundong finally sucked up the very last drop of water from the urn. The crowd let out a collective gasp, as if those few minutes had stretched into centuries. They stared dumbly at Li Yundong, unable to utter a word, as if what they had just witnessed surpassed the limits of their imagination.

Di San Xian fell into a profound silence, where the drop of a pin could be heard.

Li Yundong had drained the urn without his mouth touching it, yet his stomach did not bulge, nor did his posture show any fatigue or heaviness. With one hand, he flipped the urn upside down, lifted it, and turned to show the surrounding people, indicating that not a single drop remained inside.

Only then did the people snap out of their daze, erupting into a deafening cheer that nearly shook the roof off.

The celebrities gathered on the second floor exclaimed excitedly, applauding thunderously and whispering to each other: "This is truly incredible!"

"This isn't a trick; it's clearly immortal magic!"

"An immortal! He is absolutely an immortal!"

Some even shouted loudly, "Immortal Li, do another one!"

Liu Fei'er excitedly clapped her small hands red without realizing it. Cao Kefei maintained her composure, applauding elegantly and politely, but she kept nudging Liu Fei'er’s elbow while repeatedly asking, "Well? Is he a true master? Isn't he a true master?"

Liu Fei'er admired Li Yundong immensely, clapping relentlessly, but she was slightly resistant to Cao Kefei, retorting, "But the teacups haven't reappeared yet!"

Yin Mengfan, standing nearby, regarded Li Yundong with a strange look, occasionally glancing at the stunned, speechless Shen Wancai and his siblings, Shen You and Shen Hui, her eyes thoughtful.

Su Chan, Zi Yuan, and Zhou Qin exchanged glances, their eyes filled with intense joy and deep respect. They were connoisseurs; they knew how terrifyingly formidable Li Yundong’s accomplishment was.

It wasn't just them. Even Zheng Yuan and Du Fei watched Li Yundong with changed expressions and complicated gazes. Ding Nan also stared at him in shock, revealing intense worship and a desire to emulate him.

Although Zou Ping had witnessed Li Yundong’s abilities several times, today’s display chilled her to the bone. She knew exactly what kind of immense, condensed True Essence was required for this, and what kind of terrifying, powerful Inner Elixir was needed to instantly dissolve such a volume of water.

Zou Ping anxiously glanced at her master, only to see Zhang Ling staring at Li Yundong with an extremely grim expression, silent. After a long pause, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had reached a momentous decision.

Li Yundong turned to the crowd one last time to ensure they all saw the urn was completely empty. As he turned to address Zhang Ling, a teacup suddenly plummeted from the air.

The cup descended so rapidly it was as if someone were furiously throwing it to the ground in a fit of rage.

Li Yundong, his eyes sharp and his body quick, spun like a top. He placed the urn on the ground with one hand, and with the other, he dipped low, much like a monkey reaching for the moon, rotating his wrist softly. His palm steady, he caught the teacup perfectly.

The crowd witnessed a flash of white light as a teacup-shaped object rapidly dropped from mid-air. The next moment, Li Yundong completed his rotation, and when he stood upright again, he held a teacup in one hand, his other hand behind his back, standing proudly.

Li Yundong proclaimed loudly, "Everyone, look! I have brought the teacup back!"

At this moment, the audience felt as if they had just watched a blockbuster Hollywood movie, filled with breathless twists and turns. Only now could they finally exhale completely, letting the massive weight off their chests, and erupt in earth-shattering cheers.

Li Yundong held the teacup high. He addressed Zheng Yuan and Du Fei, "Gentlemen public witnesses, do you wish to check if this is the original teacup?"

Zheng Yuan and Du Fei, still awestruck by Li Yundong’s earlier feat, both shook their heads. Li Yundong turned back to Shen Wancai, "President Shen, would you like to inspect it?"

Shen Wancai walked up, trembling slightly with excitement, looking at Li Yundong as if he were a living immortal. He took the teacup from Li Yundong’s palm, examined it closely, and repeatedly exclaimed, "Yes, yes, this is the teacup!"

Shen Wancai, immensely moved, raised a large thumb and declared loudly, "I, Shen Wancai, have traveled north and south and met countless extraordinary people, but Young Master Li, you are the most formidable I have ever encountered! I, Shen Wancai, am utterly convinced!"

At this point, the outcome of the contest was beyond dispute. Zhang Ling snorted coldly. She knew she lacked such sustained True Essence energy; unless she resorted to using sorcery, she couldn't purely use True Essence to draw water as Li Yundong did. Her face grim, she turned and walked out without a word. Seeing the situation turn sour, Zou Ping immediately followed her. As they departed, Zhao Yougen of the Zhao Clan Tea House across the room, who had been helped up by the cheongsam-clad beauties, still stood dazedly, like a stone statue.

Zou Ping glanced at him as she left, spat inwardly, and cursed under her breath, "If it weren't for this useless thing being so incompetent, why would we have needed to force our way in? Hmph!"

The two of them were far outside the Di San Xian establishment before they could still hear the continued loud cheers from within, especially those of Li Yundong's former schoolmates.

Zhang Ling found these sounds grating. Her face ashen, she said to Zou Ping, "No matter what means necessary, you must find a way to obtain the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir Art for me!"

Zou Ping was taken aback, "The Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir Art?"

Zhang Ling snapped, "Are you deaf! If that brat Li Yundong hadn't cultivated the Nine Revolutions Golden Elixir Art, how could his breath be so sustained? How could his Inner Elixir be so powerful? He's already this strong at the Eighth Revolution—if he manages to break through to the Ninth, will there be any place left for us in this world?"