At the academy entrance, dozens of young men and women had appeared at some point. Their chests bore special patterns, seemingly symbolic, and their clothing was completely different from the academy disciples' attire.
As soon as this group appeared, they glanced around and saw Long Chen, dressed in rags, sweeping the floor. One of them pointed at Long Chen and shouted.
Long Chen was focused on sweeping when he was suddenly disturbed. Like a calm lake, a stone was thrown into the water, causing ripples. That wonderful feeling was ruined, and Long Chen frowned.
At this moment, Long Chen already understood why the old man had said his cultivation was insufficient and that he couldn't sweep the ground. He was trying hard to feel that feeling—a supreme artistic conception, indescribable and hard to describe. He had just gained some insight, but because of the appearance of these people, his state of mind fluctuated, showing signs of being damaged, which immediately made him feel displeased.
Long Chen ignored them and continued sweeping the floor in a fixed rhythm, concentrating his soul power. But he found that once the realm was destroyed, no matter how hard he tried, it was impossible to recover.
Moreover, the more he tried to maintain that state of mind, the more chaotic it became, like the sand in his hand—the tighter he gripped it, the faster it slipped away.
"Hey, kid, are you deaf?"
At that moment, the man with a duck-like voice rushed up to Long Chen, leaned close to his ear, and shouted curses.
Long Chen's anger surged instantly. In the instant of that rage, all his artistic conception vanished, as if pulled back from a sweet dream back to reality. The veins on Long Chen's forehead bulged instantly.
"If the heart is covered in dust, it is like greed blinding the eyes and anger rushing to the soul. If the mind is not pure, even with eyes, one cannot see; without seeing eyes, one cannot perceive lofty heights, so every step becomes difficult, the future uncertain, and the path of fate un...certain
." Long Chen took a deep breath, muttering to himself. As he muttered to himself, Long Chen's anger slowly subsided. Sure enough, the artistic conception was beginning to reemerge.
The old sweeper did not teach Long Chen a cultivation method, but a profound truth of glimpsing the Great Dao through a small path. If one could comprehend it, one method would be understood, and all methods would be understood. Therefore, Long Chen cherished it deeply and did not want to ruin that artistic conception.
"Damn it, I'm asking you a question... Seeing the man sweeping the floor in front of him, who looked like a beggar, muttering to himself, the duck-like voice instantly flew into a rage and grabbed Long Chen by the collar.
"The path of fate is not ... Current ... Current ... Now, with Ni/Ma's ... grabbed by the collar, Long Chen's anger flared instantly.
"Smack!"
Without caring about maintaining a certain state of mind, Long Chen slapped the duck-voiced man across the face. With a loud bang, half of the duck-voiced face was shattered, blood splattered, and before he could even make a sound, Long Chen slapped him away.
"You bunch of bastards, if you want to die, I'll send you to reincarnation for free." Long Chen roared, his sword-like brows raised sharply, like a furious lion, wishing he could crush this group of idiots before him.
Among the young people, there was actually a middle-aged man. Long Chen suddenly made a move, injuring the duckling's voice. He was instantly furious: "
How dare you scoundrel! Disrespectful to your elders! Take him down!"
At his command, dozens of people attacked simultaneously, lunging at Long Chen from different directions.
Unexpectedly, these young people were all powerful beings at the ninth level of the Divine Fire Realm. With each strike, divine fire surged and shockwaves soared to the sky.
"Boom boom boom...
"Bang..."
"Snap..."
"Ah..."
"Aiya...
As soon as those people surrounded Long Chen, their energy surged, and the sounds of bones and bones shattering were mixed with cries of agony and screams. In the blink of an eye, dozens of powerful figures were knocked to the ground.
Although those dozen or so had powerful aurras, their combat experience seemed extremely poor, and their moves were full of flaws. Not to mention encountering Long Chen, even Luo Bing, Luo Ning, and the others could easily defeat them, their combat power as weak as sheep.
"Daring madman, I am ... Celestial Master." Seeing everyone knocked down, the middle-aged man flew into a rage, his aura rapidly unleashed, and a massive pressure surged into the sky.
"Smack!"
But just as his aura began to bloom, Long Chen slapped him hard and made him stumble, making stars appear before his eyes and feel as if the world was spinning.
"Bang!"
Long Chen slammed his knee hard into Long Chen's lower abdomen. The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, his body arched like a shrimp in agony.
"Smack, slap... slap
slap — Long Chen grabbed the middle-aged man and started whipping him fiercely. The slaps were as if they cost nothing, and with each flick, he slapped more than twenty times, leaving the man's face swollen like a pig's head.
After a round of heavy slaps, the anger in Long Chen's heart seemed to finally be released, and he gradually regained his composure.
"When you're in a good mood, the whole world becomes bright; when you're in a bad mood, the world becomes gloomy."
The wise words of the elders truly do not deceive me. Looking at those lying on the ground wailing in pain, Long Chen couldn't help but nod, growing even more respectful of the old sweeper.
At the same time, I understood the old sweeper's intentions. But understanding is one thing; whether it can be done is another matter.
"Long Chen, do you see the Jiuhua Envoy Group..."
At that moment, Master Yunyang arrived with a group of people. He had only been halfway through speaking when he saw the group lying on the ground.
When Master Yunyang saw the middle-aged man with a face swollen like a pig's head, he couldn't help but exclaim, "
Master Ji Li, are you here?"
The middle-aged man known as Master Ji Li struggled to his feet from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, mixed with more than a dozen teeth.
"You little brat, ..." He stood up and pointed at Long Chen, cursing loudly. In his rage, a rune appeared on his brow.
"Pfft"
He seemed to be summoning some terrifying ultimate move, but then a thunder spear appeared in Long Chen's hand. To everyone's astonishment, he pierced through Master Ji Li's chest with a single blow.
Long Chen was incredibly fast, striking like lightning without any warning. By the time everyone reacted, Master Ji Li had already been lifted by Long Chen with his thunderous spear.
"Ignorant rat, if you dare to speak recklessly again, Master Long San will send you to the underworld today. If you don't believe me, just give it a try."
Long Chen's long hair flew wildly, his eyes filled with icy murderous intent, like a grim reaper calmly staring at his prey.
"Long Chen, you can't. This is the Jiuhua Sect's delegation, here to exchange Dao techniques with us." Seeing Long Chen severely injure Ji Li with a single blow, Master Yunyang was startled and shouted in panic.
At the same time, he cursed in his heart. How could Long Chen, this troublemaker, appear here, and why would he have clashed with the Jiuhua Envoy? He knew Long Chen's personality too well. Ji Li's life was in Long Chen's hands; if Long Chen wanted to kill him, no one could stop him.
It turned out that the Jiuhua delegation had arrived suddenly without prior notice. After they arrived at the mountain gate and announced their identity, the disciples were supposed to deliver the message, and someone came to greet them afterward.
But Ji Li and the others ignored the guards' advice and charged straight ahead, only to run into the dragonChen, and so, he was defeated and cast into the sands here.
Long Chen seemed not to hear Master Yunyang's words, staring coldly at Ji Li. Ji Li was a mix of shock and anger, but when they met, fear quickly flashed in his eyes. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "
Fine, I, Ji Li, admit defeat."