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Chapter 430: The coming catastrophe
The night passed quickly, and as the rising sun jumped out of the horizon, Tianyuan City ushered in a new day.

In the Martial Arts Hall, Wang Zhifan did not sleep the entire night. He spent most of his time concentrating on meditation and practicing Pure Yang Gong, and a small part of his time was spent making necessary preparations.

At this moment, as the morning sunlight slanted down on him from the window, he was sitting cross-legged on the cushion, with his true energy flowing through his body. His aura suddenly increased, as if he had broken through a bottleneck.

"I actually broke through in one night... The bonus effect of this Panlong Jade Pendant is so great that it's like cheating!"

He was thinking this in surprise, and while standing up from the mat, he opened his personal panel to check.

[Skills: Dameng Sword Sutra (Excellent) Level 6, Wind and Thunder Stepping Heaven Technique (Excellent) Level 3, Pure Yang True Skill (Excellent) Level 2, Wuji Golden Body Skill (Excellent) Level 0. 】

[Physique: 176. 】

[Strength: 158. 】

[Agility: 157. 】

[Spirit: 170. 】

"My Pure Yang True Art has reached Level 2, which has resulted in a 13-point increase in various attributes... If the various attribute bonuses on me are taken into account, the average attribute of the Pure Yang True Art brought by this level upgrade is about 11 points... In addition, my skill level has also improved significantly, so I will see significant improvement in both burst attacks and endurance battles... And my body already has the prototype of the Pure Yang Tyrant Body. When I cultivate to Level 3, I will have reached the initial stage of the Pure Yang Tyrant Body..."

After a brief summary, Wang Zhifan found that what he gained yesterday was not only the two epic items. The comprehensive improvement effect of Chunyang Zhengong alone was comparable to a small epic item.

"It seems that if I switch to practicing Wuji Jinshen Gong, I may make faster progress. After all, my Wuji Jinshen Gong is still at Lv0, and the added effect of the Panlong Jade Pendant on it must be incredible."

He then thought of a training plan that would maximize the benefits, because there was no other way. After getting the Panlong Jade Pendant, he found that there was no substantial difference between practicing a low-level technique and using a speed-up cheat.

Just as he was thinking about how to get the medicinal bath materials needed to practice the Wuji Golden Body Technique, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall, and then a young Taoist priest who he had little impression of appeared, leading more than fifty energetic young men to the front of the Wuzun Hall.

"Good boy, you brought people here so early... Are Qingyangzi and the others afraid that I'll be lazy?"

Needless to say, these young men who had arrived were all disciples accepted by Wang Zhifan yesterday. He had already discussed with Qingyangzi and the others that he did not need to worry about the disciples' daily life. He was only responsible for teaching and answering their questions. That's why others brought people to find him early in the morning.

"Good morning, Your Excellency Wu Zun!"

"Disciple Qin Quan pays homage to Master!"

"Disciple Liu Luoying greets Master!"

"Disciple Huang Feihe greets Master!"

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Then, when Wang Zhifan appeared and the young Taoist priest in charge of these teenagers took the lead in paying respects, a total of fifty disciples came forward one by one, reported their names, and paid their respects to their master.

"Alright, I already know your names! From now on, there is no need to go through so much trouble every day. We must save ourselves from unnecessary red tape! Come into the hall! I will begin teaching you martial arts techniques today!"

Wang Zhifan was not the kind of person who liked to engage in formalism. He had already planned his own way of education. He casually reminded these disciples not to waste time on registration and greetings in the future, and led them into the extremely spacious Wuzun Hall, while the young Taoist stayed outside the hall as a guard.

Behind Wang Zhifan, standing in the front row was the first disciple he accepted yesterday, the tall and strong young man with copper-skinned complexion, named Qin Quan.

Beside Qin Quan were Liu Luoying, a young girl in brocade clothes who already had some Taoist cultivation, and Huang Feihe, a man of relatively thin stature but exuding a spirit. They were the second and third disciples accepted by Wang Zhifan yesterday.

These disciples surprisingly tacitly arranged themselves into rows according to the order in which they had become Wang Zhifan's disciples. They looked very orderly, probably because they had been specifically instructed to do so by the Taoist who had brought them here.

Wang Zhifan didn't care about these small details. He was quite satisfied with the way these little guys obeyed the rules, regardless of whether they were pretending or not.

Arriving at the center of the hall, in front of the tall statue of a Taoist saint, Wang Zhifan began his first day of martial arts lectures.

"My beloved disciples, today I will teach you the martial arts that you have studied. You can choose to practice the martial arts that I am proficient in, or you can practice other martial arts, or even Taoist martial arts..."

Wang Zhifan first briefly introduced to all the disciples the techniques they could practice in the Wuzun Hall. He did not stick to the ones he knew, but gave the disciples a very wide range of choices, and would even agree if they wanted to practice Taoist techniques.

This is because he doesn't want all of his disciples to be cast in the same mold. He hopes that they all have broad space for development and make the most of their talents.

As for the problem that he does not understand other skills, Qingyangzi and other super-innate Taoists will send professional personnel to support him. This is something they had agreed on long ago.

After all, it is impossible for such a large Martial Honored Hall to have only him as the instructor. If all the teachings depend on him alone, how can he have the energy to fight the Demon Lord who threatens the safety of the Disaster Realm? Qing Yangzi and other super-innate Taoists are not so stupid.

Of course, the reason why these disciples joined the Martial Arts Palace was because they valued his reputation as the strongest and most innate martial artist. Naturally, they would not choose other martial arts casually. For example, there was not a single one among the first batch of disciples.

"Master, I want to practice the Pure Yang Art first! Its anti-aging and beauty effects are exactly what I want!"

At the lecture, Liu Luoying, a young girl dressed in brocade clothes and looking like a young prince, was the first to raise her hand and express her opinion.

"Well, Xiaoying, your Qiankun Bagua Palm is quite powerful. If you add the Pure Yang True Skill, its power can be increased several times."

Wang Zhifan nodded slightly after listening to this, agreeing with this girl who seemed to be willful but actually had the strongest strength and talent among the current fifty disciples.

He is different from other almost blank slate disciples. Although they are about the same age, he has been practicing Taoist techniques with his elders since he was a child. His strength has already reached the fourth level of the acquired realm. He is undoubtedly a little genius. It is completely a coincidence that he comes here to practice now.

"Quan'er, do you have any plans in mind?"

Wang Zhifan then asked his first disciple, Qin Quan, what this extraordinary young man thought, whose physique and personality were very consistent with the requirements of martial arts.

"Master, I want to practice the Wind and Thunder Sky-Stepping Art first."

Qin Quan, who looked like a little bronze man because of his dark skin, immediately raised his head and looked at him to answer, which caused a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You actually want to practice Qinggong first? I thought you would prefer the Wuji Jinshen Gong that suits your physique... Hehe, it seems that flying is the dream of every young man... I agree."

When Wang Zhifan first accepted Qin Quan, he decided to teach him the Wuji Jinshen Gong. After all, this guy's natural physique was like a golden body, with very thick skin and flesh. It would be a huge waste not to take this route. However, he was not such a rigid person. If the disciple wanted to learn to fly in the air first to satisfy the dream of every young man, he would agree. Anyway, he would definitely turn to other aspects when he encountered a bottleneck in the Fenglei Treading Heaven Art.

After understanding the thoughts of this more eye-catching disciple, without waiting for Wang Zhifan to ask, the thin and extremely clever Huang Feihe took the initiative to report his plan to Wang Zhifan.

"Master, I want to practice the Wind and Thunder Stepping on the Sky Art first! Then I want to practice the Great Dream Sword Sutra!"

"Well, this route is indeed suitable for you, but I suggest that you practice Pure Yang True Kung Fu to strengthen your physique. Although the speed style is good, the foundation must be solid."

Obviously, this clever young man understands his own advantages. He wants to go for the speed-explosive technical flow. With his Qinggong skills, he can bring the strange and changeable style of the Great Dream Sword Sutra to the extreme.

If he could master it, he would surely become an assassin-style swordsman who would be hard for the enemy to guard against and give them a lot of headaches. However, Wang Zhifan himself has practical experience and understands that while his style must be outstanding, his weaknesses cannot be too short, otherwise he will become a glass man with no tolerance for error.

So, after questioning the first three disciples, Wang Zhifan asked the other disciples to express their ideas, and then divided them into groups and began to teach them the skills simultaneously.

His teaching method was extremely efficient. He did not explain the basics and key points of each technique to his disciples one by one. Instead, he directly divided them into several groups to enter the Black Tower and study the teaching courses he had set last night.

He spent some time last night setting up several special teaching spaces in the Black Tower, each of which was equipped with an avatar of his dream self. Then, after careful configuration, he let the Black Tower take over control of the avatar, just like controlling a monster, and explain the teaching content he had input in advance.

It was as if his disciples had entered special theaters, where there were PPT explanations of the corresponding techniques and live demonstrations, teaching them how to wield a sword, meditate in the morning sun, or visualize wind and thunder.

The advantage of doing this is that it can greatly free up Wang Zhifan's time and energy, so that he doesn't have to do inefficient and repetitive teaching work. Of course, there are also disadvantages, that is, the clones in the black tower space can only teach the content he has set in advance, and they do not have the ability to answer the questions raised by the disciples.

But this kind of problem is not difficult to solve. Wang Zhifan had already informed his disciples that if they have any questions after learning the basics, they can come out and ask him, and he will give detailed answers at a special time.

In this way, Wang Zhifan's missionary career officially began in Wuzun Hall.

According to his earlier idea, he handed over the main teaching tasks to Heita, and he himself was only responsible for the most complicated part. After the disciples learned the basics of the exercises, they began to practice and cultivate, and continued to work hard according to the teaching instructions.

On the contrary, Master Wang Zhifan had the most relaxed time. He practiced in the inner hall most of the time, and occasionally came out to receive visiting guests, or went to Qingyangzi to ask about the situation and see if there was any mission that required him to take action to eliminate the demons.

"Fellow Daoist Wu Zun, no new Demon Lords have appeared around Tianyuan City recently, and there are reports that no Demon Lords have appeared in other areas either...

The master who was in charge of calculating the overall situation of the disaster determined that this was not a good sign...

Because the results of the Master's calculations showed that the Demon Realm was very likely preparing for a large-scale attack.

They will most likely deploy hundreds of powerful demon lords at the same time, leading hundreds of millions or even billions of demons to invade the Disaster Realm. At that time, our Disaster Realm will face a horrific catastrophe."

"Master, have you estimated the approximate time of the demon world's attack?"

"After a month, no more than a month and a half at most."

"Then we don't have much time to prepare..."

"Please don't make this top-secret information public, Fellow Daoist Fanyun. Otherwise, it will cause chaos and panic among the people."

"Why don't you inform the people? Gathering them in the formation in advance can reduce the losses."

"Fellow Daoist Fanyun, in such a catastrophe, gathering the people together will make it easier for the demons to refine their souls. The city defense formation cannot stop hundreds of powerful demon lords... Only by dispersing the people can we preserve some hope of survival..."

"Is the situation really so bad?"

"That's right... and what I just said is not all. The Master also mentioned that he has long suspected that there are other demon kings hiding in the demon world. When the catastrophe begins for some time, a demon king who may be comparable to a saint will also descend upon the disaster area. By then, he will be even less able to help us."

"There is actually a demon king? Then I can only leave it to the Master to deal with..."

After communicating with Qing Yangzi and learning the latest top-secret information, Wang Zhifan finally realized how turbulent undercurrents were hidden beneath the current calm.

It can be said that the current disaster situation is in the calm before the storm, and before the super storm.

If the Master's calculations are correct, the pressure that the entire disaster area is about to endure will be thousands or tens of thousands of times higher than all the previous months combined. It is an extreme situation that has never been seen in history.

"It's going to be like this, why should I accept a disciple? It's useless!"

Wang Zhifan felt speechless for a moment. He didn't expect the situation to change so quickly.

Originally, everyone speculated that the Demon Realm would slowly torment the Disaster Realm, and the war would continue intermittently for a long time.

But unexpectedly, the Demon Realm was already ready to go all in. If they really intended to send out the lineup deduced by the Master, this world would probably be destroyed in one wave, or even directly flattened.

"Is this what is called a high-difficulty dungeon... What can I do before the catastrophe arrives?"

After leaving Qingyang Palace, Wang Zhifan couldn't help feeling a little confused. He felt that no matter what he did now, it would not make much sense. No one knew what the outcome would be after the catastrophe came.

It was not until he headed eastwards and arrived at his own Wuzun Palace and met an unexpected person in front of the palace that he forced his thoughts back.

"He Kuang? Why are you here?"

At this moment, in front of the Wu Zun Hall, under the bright daylight, a young man with ordinary build and appearance was seen with a black spear on his back. He was looking up at the plaque of the Wu Zun Hall, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.

When the young man heard Wang Zhifan calling his name, he immediately turned around and a look of surprise appeared on his face. He responded:

"My benefactor! Are you here to visit Wu Zun Temple as well?"

It turned out that this person was the young man known as the Gun Saint who was rescued by Wang Zhifan a few days ago. He rushed to the Wuzun Palace, but no one knew what his purpose was.

(End of this chapter)