Chapter 6

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Tan Weiran is at the second level of the Human Gate.

Pan Wenjun is at the third level of the Human Gate.

However, a casual punch from the second level of the Human Gate sent the third level flying.

Pan Wenjun hung upside down on the wall, utterly humiliated and furious, covering his face as he walked away, not forgetting to cast a resentful glance at Tan Weiran, clearly hating him.

Tan Weiran smiled lightly, not caring about being hated, and thought to himself:

I have returned to my teenage years and will surely change many people and things. On this path, the number of people I offend will be countless, far from a small number.

If you want no one to hate you, then perhaps only the dead can achieve that.

Ask the myriad worlds, which hero does not bear countless grudges, standing atop the corpses of countless others?

Which genius has not trampled on countless other geniuses to rise?

Even if your talent and bone structure are poor, and your innate meridians are blocked, as long as you can knock down one genius after another, in the end, you will be a martial genius.

Today is a peaceful era, and knocking someone down is already good luck.

The future's pride of the heavens, those I have seen and those I have not, those I have heard of and those I have not, all stand at the peak, supported by the corpses of countless geniuses!

If you fear grudges, go be a pure cultivator.

If you fear life and death, go be a pure cultivator.

Once you enter the path of martial cultivation, you should be fearless and move forward bravely!

In a moment, Tan Weiran's thoughts turned a hundred times, his mind becoming clear. The original confusion about the future path was now completely dispelled, his mind clear and calm.

It is by purifying the heart that the spirit becomes clear. As long as the mind is unobstructed, a little confusion is not worth mentioning.

Among the crowd, a person squeezed out, somewhat honest, his face flushed, and under everyone's attention, said, "Tan, Tan brother, I, I want to... I want to..."

"That's Wang Tie, the one with the Golden Spirit Body. He has always been honest, how could he have the intention to challenge Tan Weiran?"

Tan Weiran smiled and sized up the obviously rural farm boy, asking, "Do you want to spar? Good, you go first."

Wang Tie nodded repeatedly, seriously following the basic boxing techniques taught by the outer sect, leaping forward and attacking Tan Weiran with a punch. The handsome young man in front of him moved his hand, twisted his body half a step, and Wang Tie was surprised to find himself involuntarily thrown by a not very strong force.

It was still a punch that sent him flying.

He was still hanging upside down on the wall.

Wang Tie hung on the wall, silently mimicking Tan Weiran's previous move, clearly wanting to learn and understand something. But he couldn't learn it, and looked at Tan Weiran with a red face, "Tan brother, I... I!"

"Do you want to learn?"

Wang Tie nodded hurriedly, and Tan Weiran smiled, "Sure, I'll teach you."

At this moment, another person stood up from the crowd, "Hold on, since you're here, why not spar with me first?"

Many disciples became excited, "Ha ha, Tan Weiran, Pan Wenjun, Wang Tie, Tao Mingze. They're all gathered here!"

"Shh, be quiet. Wei Kun is coming."

Tan Weiran had indeed met this new disciple, Tao Mingze, who possessed the Fire Spirit Body, and said in surprise, "Tao Mingze, you want to spar?" He touched his nose and laughed lightly, "Sure."

Then, let's go.

Tan Weiran still threw a plain punch, and as he touched Tao Mingze, he frowned, "You're at the fourth level."

In an instant, the punch turned into a claw. His fingers, as if stained with a fresh red, showed a hint of fiery red.

Fire Dragon Claw Hand!

His fingers lightly intertwined with Tao Mingze's hand. In a blink, Tao Mingze felt an absolutely indescribable fire force erode and even bombard him.

His hands could not hold on, and with a bang, he was thrown.

Tao Mingze carefully examined his palms, which had several scorch marks, and couldn't help but draw a deep breath. Whether it was the scorch marks or the fact that Tan Weiran, at the second level, had thrown him, a fourth-level cultivator, it all indicated that this handsome young man had truly mastered this martial technique to perfection.

Another move sent him flying.

The many disciples were silent, a disciple who had entered the sect at a younger age than most, yet already possessed such combat strength, which greatly shook the many disciples.

Perhaps, this is what the sect often refers to as a "genius."

Tan Weiran scanned the crowd, finally pausing on Wei Kun's face, "If no one wants to spar, I'll leave."

The disciples were very eager for Wei Kun to jump out and fight, but Wei Kun seemed to have no such intention. Tan Weiran shrugged, called Kong Ting and Wang Tie, and turned to leave.

Seeing the three of them about to leave, Wei Kun, standing in the crowd, suddenly said, "I am at the seventh level of the Human Gate, it would not be fair to win."

"Wait for the sect competition. If your cultivation has improved, we can fight again."

Tan Weiran walked away without looking back, not knowing if he heard or not.

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After this day, Tan Weiran's name unexpectedly became well-known.

They all said that among this batch of new disciples, there was one who knocked down three people in three moves, truly remarkable. He could be considered one of the top disciples in this batch.

However, as his fame grew, fewer people saw Tan Weiran, who rarely left the courtyard.

The outer sect had a disciple come to teach martial arts every day. Every seven days, an elder would come to teach and explain the mysteries of cultivation to the new disciples.

Many new disciples were quite looking forward to seeing Tan Weiran during these times. However, in the three months Tan Weiran spent in the outer sect, he only went once to receive the basic cultivation techniques and boxing techniques and never went again.

Wang Tie and Kong Ting often came to find Tan Weiran to discuss and exchange cultivation insights. It was more like Tan Weiran guiding them.

Over time, the three of them became closer. When the five peaks were about to select the first batch of disciples to formally take as apprentices, Wang Tie and Kong Ting felt very reluctant.

All newly admitted disciples, regardless of their background or status, had to serve as outer sect disciples for a period of time for evaluation. Then, they would have the opportunity to formally take an apprentice, which could take as little as three months or as long as a year.

During the year, new disciples had three opportunities to take an apprentice. The first was now, after three months. The second was after six months, and the last was after a year.

If they failed to be taken by the five peaks in all three opportunities, they would have to settle down as outer sect disciples and wait for other opportunities.

Although no one said it outright, the frequent visits from the five peaks to evaluate the disciples clearly indicated the signs. Even the senior disciples from the Insight Peak came to evaluate Tan Weiran a few times, and Tan Weiran guessed they were just bored and looking for entertainment.

Everyone was uneasy, as if waiting for a judgment of fate, not knowing whether they would rise to the clouds or fall into the abyss. Various disciples were secretly and openly busy, striving for their future.

Among the disciples, the direction of the outstanding ones like Wei Kun and Tan Weiran was undoubtedly the most attention-grabbing.

Without a doubt, Wei Kun was the most outstanding among this batch of disciples, at the seventh level of the Human Gate, with seventy-two meridian points. Even Tan Weiran, who knocked down three people in three moves, could only firmly rank second in the minds of the disciples, unable to match him.

Most disciples firmly believed that Wei Kun was most likely to be taken as an apprentice by the sect master. After all, in the past hundred years, the Xing Tian Sect had only admitted three disciples with seventy meridian points.

"Wei Kun has no chance of being taken by the sect master's lineage."

When Wang Tie and Kong Ting mentioned this, Tan Weiran was unconvinced.

The restriction for "martial examination disciples" is eighteen years old. At this age, their malleability is not strong, and their backgrounds are often unclear. The sect does not exclude "martial examination disciples" and still gives them trust, but they will never be taken into the sect master's lineage. Tan Weiran would not reveal the subtleties.

Unless Wei Kun is a super genius with ninety meridian points. A disciple with eighty meridian points is a core disciple, a precious gem, and no one would be foolish enough to use such an outstanding disciple as a spy.

"What about you?" Wang Tie and Kong Ting were enthusiastic and curious about their friend's future.

"Except for the Insight Peak, I won't go anywhere else." Tan Weiran was resolute. He did not yet know that his performance in the evaluation had made the sect master consider taking him as an apprentice, and he had almost entered the sect master's lineage.

His friend's determination made Kong Ting and Wang Tie look at each other, unable to resist saying, "I heard the Insight Peak is very remote, with only four disciples in total."

The Insight Peak lineage has one master and four disciples, that's all.

Tan Weiran smiled, full of pride and pride, "Once I take an apprentice, there will be five disciples in total."

What's so proud and proud about having five disciples in total?

Perhaps Kong Ting and Wang Tie would never understand. Especially the former.

"If I hadn't helped him in this life, would Kong Ting have been bullied all the time?" Tan Weiran gazed at the future Peacock King, his thoughts soaring.

In my previous life, before I extended the hand of friendship to you, were you always bullied, to the point of having no affection for the Xing Tian Sect, even resentment?

The future Peacock King, from the moment he debuted, was the subject of much speculation, but his background and origin remained a huge mystery.

So, did Kong Ting stand by and watch the Xing Tian Sect's destruction the next day?

Tan Weiran smiled and was speechless. He and Kong Ting were already friends. Whether the future would see the return of the peerless Peacock King was unknown.

At least, Kong Ting was still naive and not yet qualified to be the Peacock King. Not until he obtained that thing, would he have the chance to transform.

Wang Tie asked, "Weiran, what's so good about the Insight Peak?"

Tan Weiran tilted his head, his smile hiding profound depth, "The Insight Peak is the best among the five peaks and six lineages. The other four peaks and five lineages combined are not worth a fraction of it."

Kong Ting and Wang Tie had a look of "you're crazy" on their faces, "Are you being deceived? Where is there such a good place?"

Tan Weiran was lost in thought for a long time before saying, "There is. The Insight Peak is, and it is the only one." His words carried very deep, very deep, very deep emotions.

Outside the courtyard.

Tang Xinyun listened motionless, suddenly turning her head, "This little brat must have been deceived."

"Yes, our Insight Peak is not that good," Liu Chengfeng agreed.

They both looked at Zhou Dapeng and found him quietly weeping. Tang Xinyun was annoyed, "What are you crying for?"

Zhou Dapeng wiped away his tears, simply saying, "I don't know why, but hearing the words of the little junior brother made me want to cry. Senior sister, senior brother, you also cried."

Tears involuntarily slid down Tang Xinyun's and Liu Chengfeng's cheeks. As Zhou Dapeng said, they didn't know why, but hearing the words of that handsome little brat made them want to cry.

Only because they loved more deeply and more truly than anyone else.