A sudden thought struck Cang Wuyin.There was no reason for only Zhaoling and the Rising Juniors to become stronger. If the people who were already powerful could also be pushed to greater heights, then when the war against the Four Tyrants of the World finally came, the balance would be completely different.Perhaps the Four Tyrants would not even dare to openly pursue their ambition of conquering the Central Plains.At the very least, the number of lives lost in that war could be greatly reduced.That realization made Cang Wuyin reflect on himself. He had been focusing too much on the difficult path while overlooking the simpler one right in front of him.‘Even the Art of War teaches that the best way to win a war is to prevent it from happening in the first place.’If the Central Plains had a martial master whose strength was so overwhelming that conquering the region seemed impossible, then no matter how ambitious an enemy was, they would think twice before drawing their sword.Pe

Zhao Wuheng found himself smiling before he even realized it. The eloquence coming from someone barely twenty years old was difficult to believe, but what impressed him even more was Cang Wuyin’s mental strength. It was not simply his martial arts that stood out. His composure and the way he thought were equally remarkable. At the same time, there was something rather strange about seeing such a personality in a Shaolin disciple. ‘Yesterday, I already felt that he was different, but I didn’t expect him to be this much of an oddball.’ Zhao Wuheng found it intriguing rather than unpleasant. Being a Shaolin disciple did not mean a person had to be dull or rigid. Besides, Cang Wuyin was only a Lay Disciple, so there was even less reason for him to follow the usual image people had of Shaolin disciples. “You still haven’t answered my question.” “I heard it from my Master. While speaking with the Abbot, my Master heard about Young Master Cang.” “So that’s how it is.” Cang Wuyin nodd

Fearing that Cang Wuyin might change his mind, Luo Wuhen answered at once.Just as Cang Wuyin had said, the martial arts they practiced were too different for him to teach Luo Wuhen directly. Guiding his training was difficult enough, but keeping an eye on his progress was another matter.And after personally witnessing Cang Wuyin subdue Rong Tianxuan, the man known as the greatest of the Rising Juniors, as easily as if he were dealing with a child, Luo Wuhen had no intention of letting this opportunity slip away.He grabbed Cang Wuyin’s arm tightly.“It hurts.”“S-Sorry!”Luo Wuhen immediately loosened his grip.“So anyway, you do have the will, right?”“Of course! But you promised, didn’t you? You won’t say something different later, right?”“As if. More likely, won’t you be the one to say you can’t do it and give up first?”Flinch!Luo Wuhen’s body jerked.Considering Cang Wuyin’s personality, that really was possible.Still, he did not want to surrender before even trying. If he a

Rong Xuanming’s eyes immediately lit up.She leaned forward with an expectant expression.“Do you want to win that badly?”“If I’m going to do it, I should keep my pride and win too. Isn’t that nice? You said you were curious about that man too, unni.”“I am curious. But at Shaolin, there’s not much we can do. Especially when we can’t even meet oppa.”“If it’s Zhenyuan, wouldn’t she find a way?”“If you really want to see him, why don’t you go find him yourself?”At Rong Xueyi’s suggestion, Rong Xuanming immediately shook her head.The thought seemed completely unacceptable to her.“That would look far too bad. I’m still the precious jewel of the Rong Family, you know.”“If you only uphold your pride, you could end up looking even more pitiful and miserable.”“That’s why I need to find a way.”Rong Xueyi quietly sighed.Her younger sister seemed determined to protect her pride even while standing in a situation where that very pride was making things more difficult.“Could your curren

Creeeak.The old wooden door opened with the groan of aged hinges, carrying with it the unmistakable scent of a place that had stood for many years. The smell of old books and dry wood filled Cang Wuyin’s nose as he stepped inside.“It’s been a while, Scripture Pavilion.”Cang Wuyin grinned.He had come here after finishing his personal training, and the familiar scent immediately brought back memories. In the past, the Scripture Pavilion had been one of the places he hated visiting most. Back then, he would only come here when he had no choice.Today, however, no one had told him to come.He had chosen to come on his own.“I’ll look at the Buddhist scriptures or Daoist texts another time.”Shaolin had existed for countless years, and the Scripture Pavilion naturally contained an enormous collection of books. Despite that, the entire place was arranged in perfect order.That was the work of the disciples responsible for maintaining it. They cleaned the pavilion every day and carefully