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"Try to merge the 'light' of the Golden Light Mantra with the 'electricity' of the Thunder Magic. Light is electricity, and electricity is light. Light and electricity share the same origin, so you can control them at will and create countless variations..."
These seemingly simple words, however, struck Zhang Chulan like a morning bell, instantly piercing through the long-standing barrier in his heart.
He felt a sudden clarity in his mind, and many obstacles that he couldn't understand before were easily resolved at this moment.
The Qi within his body began to circulate uncontrollably according to the method Zhang Yunyuan had described, and an unprecedented feeling of perfect harmony and clarity arose spontaneously within him.
The bottleneck that had been troubling him for so long showed signs of loosening in just a few words!
Looking at the young figure in front of him who was still walking with composure, Zhang Chulan felt nothing but endless shock and ecstasy.
He knew that this time, he had truly latched onto a powerful figure.
Chapter 168 The Round of 16: A Shameless Victory
When the results of the draw for the 32-to-16 round of the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony were announced, the atmosphere in the entire venue was strangely indescribable.
Zhang Chulan's opponent, a skilled earth-manipulation expert from Jin, is named Tu He.
This person has a solid foundation and wields the "Mountain Moving Technique" with great skill. He was already quite well-known in the previous preliminary rounds and was considered a dark horse with the potential to make it into the top 16.
However, when the match list was posted, almost everyone looked at this fellow Daoist Tuhe with a look full of sympathy.
"That's it, this guy's done for."
"Those three who forfeited in the last round were relatively respectable. This one is probably going to be tricked into something new."
"I bet five cents that this fellow Daoist surnamed Tu will be defeated in an unbelievable way within ten minutes."
Discussions arose one after another. People still had doubts about Zhang Chulan's strength, but they had developed an almost superstitious awe for his unpredictable "good luck".
On the day of the competition, Tuhe Daoyou walked onto the stage with a solemn expression.
He was sturdy and had a steady presence. His feet were planted firmly on the ring, as if he were one with the entire mountain, giving people a sense of stability.
In contrast, Zhang Chulan still looked like he hadn't woken up yet and was still annoyingly sleepy. He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and waved to the few scattered employees of Na Du Tong cheering him on in the audience, looking like he was just there to make an appearance.
"when--!"
With the ringing of a bell, the competition officially began.
Tuhe took a deep breath, stomped his feet hard on the ground, and his body was surrounded by an earthy yellow halo. He was about to use his Mountain Moving Technique, which was powerful enough to shake mountains.
However, the moment he gathered his Qi, his expression suddenly changed.
His already dark face first turned a deep liver color, then quickly turned a ghastly green.
The veins on his forehead bulged, and large beads of sweat rolled down his face. He was like a balloon with a hole punctured, and the Qi he had just gathered dissipated completely in an instant.
“Gurgle…Gurgle…”
A strange sound, extremely inappropriate yet loud enough for the audience in the front row to hear clearly, came from his stomach.
Tuhe's body suddenly arched, curling up completely, his expression one of pain, contortion, and an indescribable despair.
"Referee...referee!"
He mustered all his strength and squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his voice trembling, "I...I have a stomachache...I need to go to the toilet!"
Before he could finish speaking, he could no longer hold back. Clutching his buttocks, with an agility completely out of character for his stout physique, he transformed into a streak of yellow lightning and dashed off the stage, heading straight for the public toilet in the distance.
The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.
Immediately, a deafening burst of laughter erupted.
"Holy crap! Not again?!"
"What the hell is this tactic? A last-minute escape?"
"How come all of Zhang Chulan's opponents are so badly beaten?"
Zhang Chulan stood on the arena, spread his hands innocently, and gave a simple smile to the laughing crowd, as if to say: This has nothing to do with me.
Ten minutes later, Tuhe returned.
His face was ashen, his legs were trembling, and he looked completely exhausted, as if he had been pulled out of the water.
He struggled to climb up the arena, gripping the railing, his eyes filled with a deep-seated, venomous hatred as he looked at Zhang Chulan.
"Again...again!"
He gritted his teeth and tried to gather his Qi again.
However, as soon as he exerted his strength...
“Gurgle…Gurgle…”
That familiar, mesmerizing voice rang out once more.
Tuhe's face instantly turned green again.
He glanced desperately at Rong Shan, who was acting as the referee, and then at Zhang Chulan, who looked at him with a "sympathetic" expression. Finally, he let out a mournful cry that sounded inhuman, and once again transformed into a bolt of lightning, rushing towards the toilet.
This time, even Rongshan's lips were twitching wildly as he tried his best to suppress his laughter.
Over the next hour, Tuhe Daoyou, with astonishing perseverance, staged a heart-wrenching "urgent sprint" between the arena and the toilet.
He rushed forward, his qi spurted out, he came back, gathered his qi again, rushed forward again, and his qi spurted out again...
By the fourth time, he was practically carried out of the toilet.
The audience's gaze gradually shifted from initial laughter to sympathy, and finally to a respect bordering on pity.
This guy is a real man!
When Tuhe was carried onto the ring for the fifth time, trembling as he tried to stand up, he finally could not hold on any longer. His eyes rolled back, and amidst gasps of alarm, he collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted and unconscious.
The medical staff hurriedly carried him away. It's said that as he was being lifted onto the stretcher, he was still unconsciously muttering, "No... help me up, I can still fight..."
"Zhang Chulan wins this match!"
Rongshan announced the results with a laugh that left him breathless.
This time, the boos from the audience were louder than ever before, almost lifting the roof off the Celestial Master's Mansion.
"It's a cover-up! It's absolutely a cover-up!"
"What incredible luck! How could they win like that?!"
"Shameless! Give me my money back!"
Zhang Yunyuan quietly appeared in an inconspicuous spot on the other side of the stands.
He looked at Zhang Chulan on the stage, waving to the boos from the crowd with an air of "thank you for the favor," and then turned his gaze to Feng Baobao not far away, who was quietly munching on sunflower seeds with an air of "keeping her achievements hidden."
He walked over slowly and sat down next to Feng Baobao.
"Baby, this person has diarrhea, is it related to you?"
Feng Baobao spat out the sunflower seed shells in her mouth with a "pfft," raised her head, and for the first time, a feeling called "triumph" appeared in her clear eyes.
She gave Zhang Yunyuan an "OK" sign.
"Of course."
Her voice was flat, but with a hint of smugness, "Zhang Chulan and I specially treated him to drinks last night."
Zhang Yunyuan became interested.
"We gave him a lot of drinks."
After he drank too much, they slipped something into his last glass of wine.
"What did you download?"
Feng Baobao said matter-of-factly, "Powerful."
Zhang Yunyuan's eye twitched slightly: "How powerful?"
"Xu Si gave it to me. He said it was a special supply from their company's interrogation department, specifically for those stubborn old men who have been constipated for decades."
Feng Baobao counted on her fingers, calculating very seriously, "He said that this stuff is extremely potent. If a normal person takes one pill, it can make their intestines come out. We gave him three pills."
Zhang Yunyuan: "..."
He looked at Feng Baobao with the eyes of someone looking at a monster, then glanced at the earthen river being carried away in the distance, and silently lit a candle for that fellow Daoist in his heart.
This guy, let alone participating in the competition, the fact that he could even leave the toilet during the entire Luo Tian Grand Ceremony was considered incredibly lucky.
He probably won't be able to get out of bed for at least half a month.
On the arena, Zhang Chulan remained completely unfazed by the deafening jeers and insults.
He cleared his throat, picked up the microphone next to him, and shouted loudly to the entire audience.
"Fellow countrymen! Fellow villagers! Fellow friends and comrades!"
He looked righteous and raised his arms to shout, his self-righteous and shameless demeanor making everyone's teeth itch with anger.
"Luck is also a part of ability!"
Chapter 169 The Quarterfinals: A Stunning Debut
Zhang Chulan once again advanced in a jaw-dropping way, making the name "Shameless" truly resound throughout Longhu Mountain.
In the following days, wherever he went, he could feel the complex gazes cast upon him by those around him, a mixture of contempt, jealousy, and a hint of indescribable fear.
There are even a few people who run betting operations who have set up odds specifically for "how Zhang Chulan's next opponent will mysteriously withdraw from the competition," with the odds being frighteningly high.
Zhang Chulan didn't care about this at all. He continued to eat and drink as usual, and would often try to get close to his junior master Zhang Yunyuan, hoping to extract some more secret techniques from him. However, Zhang Yunyuan would always dismiss him with a few words, saying that "the Dao cannot be easily passed on."
Finally, the round of 16 to 8 began amidst great anticipation.
This time, it seems Zhang Chulan's luck has truly run out.
His opponent was Tang Wenlong, one of the best young talents from the Tang Clan in Sichuan.
The Tang Clan is renowned throughout the world for its hidden weapons and poisons. The uncanny nature of its methods and the invisibility of its killings are enough to make any prestigious sect wary.
And Tang Wenlong was an outstanding figure among his peers.
Although he was not good at using hidden weapons, he had mastered the art of "poisonous miasma" to an unparalleled degree.
It is said that he only needs a breath of air to create a highly poisonous miasma that can penetrate anywhere within a hundred paces.