Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme-Chapter 663 - 421: Mingxiao

Chapter 663 -421: Mingxiao

X site had pinned the teaching video on its homepage for almost half a year.

“Big bro, post an update!”

“It’s been months, why isn’t there an update yet?”

“Bro, I’m begging you, give us an update. I feel like there are ants crawling all over me; I really can’t stand it anymore!”

“Is that Martial Art for real? Why haven’t I felt any reaction after practicing for several months?”

“That indicates you have poor aptitude and a low spiritual root, so you can’t produce any significant results, unlike me who’s about to bring out my Inner Strength.”

“Inner Strength, you wish. Without seven or eight years of hard work and suffering, do you think a normal person can develop Inner Strength?”

“Damn, you guys are really practicing, huh? Aren’t you afraid of killing yourselves? Things on the internet can be so dubious, and you take them seriously?”

“It was said from the beginning, ‘First comes Qi Blood in Martial Path Body Training.’ You probably have too much emptiness, so you don’t feel anything. I’d recommend you go to Qianjin’s Happy Life, buy a few tonic prescriptions from the Divine Doctor, and after taking them, you’ll be able to cultivate your Inner Strength.”

“Give me a break, that guy is money-crazed! Talking millions every time, who can afford his medicine?”

“Big bro, you haven’t run away, have you? Why not post an update yet? Don’t be like those dead eunuchs on X point who dig holes but never fill them!”

“Have some understanding, gathering materials always takes time, let alone now that even Ghost Fire Boy can’t be seen in Longhai, how can there be updates without materials?”

“…”

In the video, countless barrage comments flew past, and even after several months, the popularity showed no signs of waning.

Some cried for updates, others discussed and exchanged ideas, and yet others joked and bantered—the full spectrum of life was represented.

Just then…

“Damn!”

“Something big has happened!”

“Hurry up and look!”

“Look at what?”

A flurry of messages scrolled past, leaving the viewers puzzled.

At that moment, the screen flashed, displaying this prompt.

“Temple of War God – Martial Frenzied Rascal has recommended this video to you!”

“????”

Seeing the message on the screen, everyone was baffled, but they quickly got the idea and hurriedly clicked to check it out.

With a light click, the screen transitioned, taking them to an unfamiliar live broadcast room.

Inside the live broadcast room, this image appeared: a temple with ancient charm, surrounded by mist and clouds of incense.

Within the temple, standing tall upon the Ancestor Master’s Altar, was a divine statue, with disheveled hair, a third eye on its forehead, and an expression of anger and authority. One hand held a Ruyi scepter, the other a golden whip, riding a dark ink Kylin. It was none other than the Statue of the Thunder Ancestor.

The Thunder Ancestor presided in anger, with deities of the Thunder Department on both sides, the Six Waves Heaven Sovereign Emperor, the Five Thunder Envoys, the thunder gods of the east, west, south, north, and center colors—Rain Dew Primordial Lord, Wind Fire Primordial Lord, Thunder Primordial Lord, Lightning Primordial Lord, various generals, Lord of Thunder, judges, divine officials, messengers, altar boys, and so on.

Big and small, they filled the temple hall: some arranged the statues, some enshrined spiritual tablets—it was genuinely a place where the Thunder Department mingled with the human world and Taoism displayed its divine might!

In front of the Mana Altar, beneath the divine statue, sat two people in silence, turning their backs to the living.

One person was robust, resembling the Nine Abyss Demon God, with his upper body bare, displaying his muscular physique like that of dragons and elephants. He sat on the ground cross-legged, like a majestic mountain in the hall, so stately that he made it hard to breathe.

The other person had a slender figure, wearing a Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Daoist Robe, adorned with the Two Instruments and One Breath Supreme Purity Crown, holding a horsetail whisk, sitting on a meditation cushion with an immortal bearing, ethereal as if ready to ascend to the heavens. Even without seeing his true appearance, one could sense the presence of the Immortal Clan.

It was…

“Damn?”

“What’s going on?”

“This person is…?”

“Big bro, did you really become a monk?”

“Don’t do this, who am I going to watch if you become a monk?”

“Which Taoist temple is this? Send me the address; I’ll make sure you renounce asceticism no matter what!”

“What’s so broken about the mundane world for you? Battle and slaughter are the true romance of a man!”

“You led us into this pit only to run off and become a Taoist? Isn’t that a bit irresponsible?”

“I really don’t understand what he’s thinking.”

“This Taoist temple, these divine statues, how come they look so genuine?”

“This Taoist man… such elegance!”

Seeing the temple hall, the Mana Altar, the divine statues, and the silent figures in the middle, the live broadcast room exploded into chaos.

However, the two people in the hall had no response; all that could be seen was the incense burning to ash.

Seeing this, everyone temporarily stopped their clamor and began to observe quietly.

The Mana Altar was dignified; the statues were solemn.

The blue smoke curled up; the incense spread far and wide.

Truly an immaculate holy place, indeed a sanctuary beyond the mundane.

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“This is…”

“Which Taoist temple is this?”

“How come I’ve never seen it before?”

“Mingxiao Taoist Temple… Shi Jian?”

“What Mingxiao Taoist Temple?”

“Look at the streamer’s name!”

The barrage of comments flew past, awakening everyone to look at the name of the streamer, which was indeed…

Mingxiao Taoist Temple·Shi Jian!

“This…”

“What’s going on?”

“We haven’t even figured out the Temple of War God, and now another Mingxiao Taoist Temple pops up?”

“All grandstanding, deliberately mystifying!”

“Will you die if you don’t speak in riddles?”

“Temple of War God, Mingxiao Taoist Temple, are they two forces, or one family with two branches?”

“You two, say something, I’m dying of curiosity!”

“Taoist man, are you taking disciples?”

After observing for a while and making associations, they were still clueless.

Just at that moment…

“Demon!”

With a light sigh, the Taoist man stood up, turned around, and stepped outside.

Only “Martial Frenzied Rascal” was left sitting alone inside the temple, showing no reaction.

The camera then shifted, revealing the Taoist man’s face, who had a high crown and a tied-up hairdo, his sword-like eyebrows resembling wings, his eyes bright and piercing, embodying lightning, his temples white as frost, and his beard long like willow leaves, displaying an aura of natural authority and a demeanor that intimidated people.

Just one glance silenced the crowd, and a moment of stillness fell over the livestream.

Yet he did not care at all, stepping out of the temple, he gently swept his horsetail whisk and thunder spontaneously formed, turning into a cumulus cloud that rose high into the sky and disappeared in a blink, leaving no trace.

“?”

“??”

“????”

“?????????”

In the livestream, there was a moment of silence, followed by screens full of question marks.

“Damn!”

“What’s happening?”

“That’s too exaggerated, isn’t it?”

“Wife, come out and see the immortal!”

“Great, just a while ago we were practicing martial arts, and now we’ve switched to cultivating immortality.”

“I don’t believe it, this must be special effects!”

“Is it that I can’t keep up with the times, or are the times developing too fast?”

“Taoist man, no, great immortal, are you still taking disciples, even for menial work?”

As the saying goes, laymen enjoy the spectacle, while insiders observe the technique.

Seeing the Taoist man riding the cloud away, the former were incessantly exclaiming, while the latter remained silent in deep thought.

“Cloud Riding?”

“This…”

“Qi Refinement at full completion?”

“Or a Foundation Establishment cultivator?”

“Is this a spell, or a magic artifact?”

“In the mundane world, where the Yuan Spirit is sparse, how much mana does he possess to ride the clouds like this?”

“Even the disciples from those few families wouldn’t dare to be so ostentatious, right?”

“Temple of War God, Mingxiao Taoist Temple…”

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“What exactly do they want to do?”

As the Thunder Cloud faded into the distance, everyone was filled with suspicions, trying to guess their intentions.

Just at that moment, in the livestream, the screen flipped once again.

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