Simultaneous Transmigration: My Strength Comes Entirely from My Own

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As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the teapot high once again, and the tea poured down like a crystal waterfall.

However, no matter how much he poured, Zhu Wushi only needed to lift a finger to evaporate the tea with his powerful internal energy.

That power appeared gentle, but in reality it contained a destructive force.

Every bit of heat is precisely applied to the cup, without even damaging the wood grain on the table.

Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere inside grew increasingly tense. The wind outside seemed to have stopped blowing, leaving only the aroma of tea mixed with the steam swirling in the air.

"It's really not simple."

Zhu Wushi finally spoke, his tone revealing approval, "However, young people are still a bit green."

Before he finished speaking, his palm suddenly pressed down, and an overwhelming force erupted instantly!

The white smoke in the teacup suddenly surged, turning into a burst of intense steam that swept outwards.

At the same time, Luke quickly adjusted his posture and brought the teapot to a steady stop.

The next moment, he thrust out both palms, and a chilling aura burst forth from his palms, colliding with Zhu Wushi's blazing true energy.

In an instant, ice and fire merged, and the entire room seemed to be plunged into an extreme temperature difference.

　21 Everyone felt a stinging pain on their skin, and the tea set that had originally carried the intense confrontation was now miraculously intact.

Yin and Yang complement each other, water and fire blend together. Both of them have reached such a level of internal cultivation that they can generate two opposing forces of Yin and Yang.

Fifteen minutes had passed, but Luke still hadn't finished pouring the tea.

At this moment, the three bystanders realized that something was amiss.

How much tea can a pot hold? How could it possibly take fifteen minutes to finish pouring it all?

Sikong Zhaixing stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief; Zhao Yun frowned slightly, seemingly already guessing some of the clues; while Shangguan Haitang couldn't help but murmur softly, "This... how is this possible?"

Only Zhu Wushi knew that Luke's internal energy had already reached a state of perfection, achieving a state of endless cycle and circulation. All the major acupoints in his body were open, and his meridians were no longer blocked.

As Luke channeled his inner energy, the tea created a wondrous cycle between the teapot and the teacup. It appeared to be pouring out continuously, but in reality, he was using his internal energy to draw the tea back into the pot and then pour it out at an extremely fast speed.

This cycle continues, and naturally, it will never run out.

However, although Zhu Wushi understood this principle, he remained unmoved.

A slight smile played on his lips, and a hint of appreciation flashed in his eyes, along with a touch of probing.

After all, even he had never easily seen such a level of cultivation. He slowly said, "Young Master Lu is indeed skilled. His 'Tai Chi Return' technique has reached such a level, which is truly eye-opening."

Upon hearing the words "Tai Chi Return," everyone suddenly realized what was happening. It turned out that this was not an ordinary tea pouring, but a profound martial art driven by Luke's internal energy.

This martial art not only requires a mastery of qi, but also demands that the practitioner possess extremely profound internal strength as support.

Otherwise, even if it's only maintained for a short time, it will exhaust ordinary experts.

Master Zhang of Wudang possesses unique skills in Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword, but in reality, both Tai Chi Chuan and Tai Chi Sword are extensions of the Way of Tai Chi.

However, Master Zhang's understanding of the Way of Tai Chi was so profound that ordinary people could not even grasp the basics. Therefore, Master Zhang created Tai Chi Fist and Sword, which are essentially simplified versions of his Way of Tai Chi. They are easy to learn, but to master the essence, one still needs to have some understanding of the Way of Tai Chi.

The Tai Chi Flow that Zhu Wushi just mentioned is also within the Tai Chi Way. The Tai Chi Way is vast and profound, encompassing many things, and its knowledge is inexhaustible. Even the Tai Chi Flow that Zhu Wushi highly praised is just a minor aspect.

Upon hearing this, Luke smiled faintly, seemingly unconcerned about Zhu's pointed out.

"You flatter me, Divine Marquis. It's nothing more than a trivial skill."

As he spoke, he gently turned his wrist, and the flow of the tea suddenly accelerated, transforming into a crystal-clear dragon-shaped pattern that swirled and danced in the air.

The dragon-shaped tea bowl was so lifelike that even the scales and claws were clearly visible, as if a real dragon had descended to earth.

The entire room was instantly enveloped in a refreshing aroma of tea, which invigorated the spirit.

Seeing this, Zhu Wushi's gaze deepened. He waved his hand lightly, and an invisible gust of wind swept by, instantly shattering the dragon formed from the tea into countless tiny water droplets, which scattered onto the ground.

However, these water droplets did not disperse, but instead remained suspended in mid-air, condensing into two lines of seal script characters: "Heaven rewards diligence, and there are always people better than you."

"Since Young Master Lu is willing to display his unique skills, I will certainly accompany him to the end."

Zhu Wushi's voice was deep, yet his tone carried an undeniable authority.

With a slight movement of his fingertips, the water droplets transformed once more, becoming a phoenix spreading its wings and rushing straight towards Luke.

Faced with the fierce attack, Luke remained calm, simply putting down the teapot, forming a hand seal, and a soft light appeared in his palms.

In an instant, the aroma of tea in the air became even stronger, as if the entire space was enveloped by an invisible force.

Then, he pushed his palms forward, and the light transformed into a vast galaxy that collided with Zhu Wushi's phoenix.

A deafening roar erupted, energy surged, and the entire house trembled.

However, 613, whether it was Luke or Zhu, their figures remained as steady as Mount Tai, completely unaffected.

“Shenhou is injured! It’s not appropriate for him to fight like this with his skills not fully restored.”

Luke suddenly said with a playful smile.

Luke knew perfectly well how Zhu Wushi had been injured. He wasn't just saying this to remind Zhu to stop, but also to say that if Zhu got injured and it led to further injury, then he wouldn't be blamed.

Zhu Wushi was somewhat annoyed by Luke's words, but he remained calm on the surface.

He sneered, "Young man, don't think you can make me back down with a few idle words. Now that we've met, let's have a real contest!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhu Wushi's aura suddenly surged, and the phoenix water shadow that had been condensed suddenly exploded, turning into countless tiny water arrows that rained down on Luke like a storm.

Each of these water arrows contained a sharp force, as if it could pierce through metal and stone.

However, Luke was prepared. With a soft shout, the vast galaxy between his palms suddenly swelled, radiating brilliant light and swallowing all the water arrows.

Not only that, he also used his inner strength to create a huge vortex in the starry river, drawing all the energy in the room into it.

Chapter 223: Martial Arts Chronicle: Rejecting Zhu Wushi

“Lord Divine Marquis, your move was indeed exquisite, but unfortunately…” Luke’s lips curled into a meaningful smile, his tone tinged with pity, “it was still just a hair’s breadth short.”

In the next instant, Luke's internal energy suddenly increased to another level, and an unprecedented pressure emanated from him.

His figure seemed to become blurry and illusory, his whole being like a rule in the universe, controlling endless power.

Zhu Wushi felt this sudden sense of oppression, and his expression immediately changed.

He quickly mobilized all his internal energy in an attempt to stabilize the situation, only to find that his injuries had become a fatal weakness at the critical moment.

The meridians that had not yet healed were like fragile strings on a musical instrument, almost snapping under Luke's immense pressure.

"Humph!"

Zhu Wushi forcibly suppressed the surging energy within his body, using his internal energy to control the rampaging true qi, attempting to reverse the situation.

However, the instant he completed his movement, Luke had already launched his attack.

Luke pushed forward with one palm, and the galaxy instantly transformed into a dazzling, long galaxy dragon, rushing straight towards Zhu Wuxi.

This galactic dragon is not only majestic, but also carries an indescribable and mysterious rhythm, as if all things in heaven and earth are in submission to it.

Zhu Wushi gritted his teeth and met the attack head-on, unleashing the last of his strength from his fingertips in an attempt to resist with his own true energy.

However, he was not in perfect condition after all, and the gap between him and Luke, whose cultivation was almost perfect, was obvious.

"boom--"

After a loud bang, Zhu Wushi's figure suddenly stopped, and then his body shook violently.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his true energy dissipated, and he could no longer maintain his previous power.

Luke stood still, his expression calm, his gaze fixed on Zhu Wushi.

"Divine Marquis, the outcome is already decided. Why don't we call it a day?"

Zhu Wushi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Luke with a complicated expression, and after a long while slowly said, "Impressive methods... I have truly experienced them today 々々."

"Godfather, how are you?"

Shangguan Haitang helped Zhu Wushi up and asked with a worried expression.

Zhu Wushi said, "It's nothing, it just aggravated an old injury."

In fact, Luke did not use force to suppress Zhu Wushi. Instead, he caused the residual true energy in Zhu Wushi's internal organs to fight against Zhu Wushi's own true energy. Since Zhu Wushi's body was already incomplete, Luke was able to take advantage of the situation.

Moreover, Luke's internal energy had reached the point of yin and yang in perfect balance. Even with such a powerful confrontation, Zhu Wushi would not discover that Luke was the one who injured him in the Heavenly Prison.

Sikong Zhaixing was at a loss for words to describe her feelings at that moment.

He had always known that Luke was a martial arts prodigy, a once-in-a-century talent, not only in the Imperial Sword Manor but also in the entire martial arts world.

But he didn't expect that Luke would be so extraordinary that even the incredibly strong Zhu Wushi was defeated by Luke.

They must have only not seen each other for two years, right? Not twenty years, right?

"Young Master Lu's skill level seems beyond what someone his age could possess. Could it be that he has some secret to mastering martial arts?"

Zhu Wushi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes.

He acknowledged that geniuses exist in the world, but he absolutely did not believe that anyone could be genius to this extent.

If such a genius truly exists, then what is he? Mediocre? Fool?

Therefore, Zhu Wushi was more inclined to believe that Luke had some kind of cultivation technique that could quickly improve his power, since that was how he had improved his power.

Judging others by one's own standards perfectly describes Zhu Wushi's mentality.

Luke did not answer Zhu Wushi, but simply placed his fingers lightly on the table.

His movements appeared casual, yet they carried an undeniable composure and control.

With a barely perceptible flick of the fingertip, an invisible surge of true energy quietly spread out, as silently as a spring breeze brushing across a lake or as the night falling upon the earth.

Zhu Wushi keenly sensed the presence of this power. He felt a chill run down his spine, and his muscles tensed instantly, as if he were facing a massive army charging forward.

However, the true energy did not target him directly, but rather seeped into the teacup in his hand in an extremely subtle way.

The teacup, which had been lying quietly in Zhu Wushi's palm, began to make a faint "click" sound.

The sound was initially very soft, almost masked by the aroma of tea in the surrounding air, but it quickly became clear and audible.

The cracks spread silently from the bottom of the cup, rapidly expanding to the entire cup like a spider web.

Each crack seemed to be an extension of Luke's will, precisely and ruthlessly tearing apart the integrity of the porcelain surface.

Zhu Wushi tried to resist this change by mobilizing his remaining true energy, but he was surprised to find that the cracks were not caused by external force, but rather by a strange resonance in the internal structure of the cup.