Wu Yin glanced at Old Wu but remained silent. When she looked at Little Wang, her expression brightened with a smile. She also noticed Zhong Qing standing nearby, her tall figure and strikingly beautiful face resembling a campus flower fresh from university, pure and serene. Little Zhong turned to see her and slightly raised her chin. Was that a provocation? Big Wu lowered her arms and took a couple of steps in her high heels, swaying gracefully and confidently casting a dismissive glance at Little Zhong.

Zhong Qing, usually meticulous, felt a sudden urge to rush over and punch Wu Yin. She thought that recently, Da Yin had been overly aggressive, and that annoying glare was just too much! Wasn't it just a glance? It wouldn't cost her anything!

"Hey sis, did you see that? Wu Jie is quite confident, especially with Old Wu's guidance. If we don't make a move, Old Wang might really be pulled away by them," Zhong Cheng leaned in, looking as if he were risking his life to offer advice. "Old Wang is brimming with energy right now…"

In an instant, he felt his arm was about to break, caught painfully in his sister's small, delicate white hand. He quickly whispered, "Don't hit me! I didn't even connect him with you! I mean, Old Wang is in his prime, and if he leads our expedition team into the Secret Realm and gets some earth immortal herb, it'll be a huge win!"

As he spoke, he became more animated, "The earth immortal herb can extend life by hundreds of years. If he gives me one, I'd gladly call him brother-in-law every night!"

Then… he got thrashed! Zhong Cheng nearly cried out in pain. If not for the crowd, Zhong Qing would have definitely knocked him down and stomped on him with her heels.

Still, she noted that the Secret Realm indeed needed top talents from the Old Technique realm. Looking at Wang Xuan standing at the entrance, she pondered how to win him over. The Secret Realm was rich in X material, causing battleships to crash, damaging precision instruments, and eroding the divine factors; only the physically strong were suitable for exploration there.

Wang Xuan stepped into the memorial hall, now the center of attention, with some people greeting him. People couldn't appear too pragmatic; the atmosphere demanded solemnity, and most just nodded. Nevertheless, Zhou Wei looked pale, feeling he had utterly embarrassed himself today.

He had pushed Sun Chuan to take action, aiming to deal a heavy blow to the Old Technique realm's only remaining "seedling." However, they lost the mental duel, and their joint ambush on that young man resulted in a fierce counterattack, causing him severe headaches.

Noticing the onlookers' contrasting gazes, his face turned crimson with shame. Just moments ago, he had boasted to several middle-aged men from financial circles that the Old Technique realm was but a candle in the wind, claiming that the young man couldn't reach master level in a short time and would soon extinguish.

Now, he felt he had been slapped in the face twice—once physically and once emotionally. Sun Chuan growled for a long time before finally calming down, wishing he could just disappear. Today was humiliating; he had knelt before the new master of the Old Technique realm publicly—nothing could be more shameful.

The memorial proceeded as scheduled, hosted smoothly, yet everyone's mindset had shifted. The New Technique realm members wore long faces, silent, as today's situation was terribly dismal.

In their eyes, it felt like publicly "sacrificing" two seasoned masters, glorifying the youngest master of the Old Technique realm. The host recounted the brilliant life of Olesha, whose accomplishments in the New Technique realm could be described as "remarkable," only to conclude with the cruel fate of an early demise.

Wang Xuan remained calm, believing that if the ultimate truth were revealed, everyone would explode! Did they think they had uncovered a secret and that Qingmu was the real culprit? "Dying Old Chen" was at the end of the Mist, wielding his sword and killing Olesha!

At the same time, he couldn't help but critique Old Chen's quirks; the flower wreath sent today was penned by Old Chen's left hand, desperately wanting to send Olesha off. Even Guan Lin couldn't help but glare at him.

People lined up to pay their respects, some even bowing, but Wang Xuan merely lowered his head for a glance, unwilling to bow here. Olesha lay "peacefully" covered in a white cloth.

Wang Xuan thought Olesha was quite unfortunate; after being chopped to death by Old Chen, he was then "aged" by Qingmu. Even without looking, he knew Olesha was charred black. Despite the surrounding flowers and sweet scents, they couldn't mask the burnt smell.

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Wang Xuan hardly paused, just a quick glance before moving on. Now a master, with keen senses, he couldn't stand the odor. He thought he definitely wouldn't want to eat roasted meat today; it was too revolting.

He noticed many people, like him, took a glance and quickly left. Some didn't even enter, like Old Chen's confidante—Sister Guan. Her presence was already quite respectful; she had no desire to see that charred body.

Wang Xuan regretted not fulfilling Old Chen's wish to wear a human skin mask and personally attend Olesha's send-off. That scent would surely leave Fate Soil Chen with a memorable lesson! Guan Lin stood with several middle-aged men, looking like old friends. Although it was inappropriate to joke here, they appeared to be conversing amicably.

Old Wu approached and whispered to Wang Xuan that those middle-aged men were from the New Star, backed by tycoons supportive of the New Technique. Wang Xuan quickly understood—someone among them must have pressured Qingmu, only to be blocked by Guan Lin! Yet, seeing them chat pleasantly, he realized that some confrontations occur in the midst of laughter.

Guan Lin seemed in good spirits, indicating that most issues were resolved. Soon, many approached Wang Xuan, eager to draw him in. The emergence of such a young master from the Old Technique realm had stirred interest, especially from large organizations capable of venturing into the Secret Realm, all wanting to invite Wang Xuan on an expedition.

Wang Xuan smiled and accepted the flattery, ending up with a handful of business cards. After the memorial, many people prepared to leave. At that moment, two masters from the New Technique realm approached him with dark expressions, seeking a private place to truly spar.

Clearly, they were unwilling to accept today's humiliation—being suppressed by a novice and kneeling down was a bitter pill to swallow. Some heard the news and chose to stay. Wang Xuan, wanting to avoid the limelight and focus on steady cultivation before facing advanced technology, found himself pushed into the spotlight, especially with Guan Lin nodding at him, encouraging him to fight back.

Sister Guan likely discussed something with those middle-aged men and now wanted him to suppress the New Technique members further. Wang Xuan thought his identity would soon be "frozen" and not used for a while, so he saw this as an opportunity to teach the New Technique realm a lesson before leaving a lasting impression.

Sun Chuan continued to handle Olesha's funeral, as he was mentally drained and unable to fight. Zhou Wei, feeling restricted mentally but confident in his combat abilities, believed he could easily defeat a newcomer. He recognized that while the young man's mental power was strong, he couldn't actively attack due to a lack of relevant techniques.

Zhou Wei aimed to engage in a real battle to reclaim his honor, planning a private competition to win and then reveal the results. Unbeknownst to him, the word got out, and a crowd followed. They found themselves in an open area, suitable for a fierce battle.

A large group stood at a distance, silently watching, with no one dissuading them, waiting for the duel between the masters of the two realms. Since his identity was about to be frozen, Wang Xuan decided not to remain low-key any longer. Once he took action, he would unleash his powerful techniques.

He stepped forward, leaping into the air like a dragon, riding the mist and attacking his opponent! At that moment, a faint mist enveloped him, resembling a dragon soaring into the sky, ready to engage the enemy.

"Snake Crane Eight Scattering Hands!" Zhong Cheng whispered, recalling Old Wang's teachings, eyes wide, not daring to blink. The elderly man next to Zhong Qing was equally excited, intently focused on the battle.

Both felt that Wang Xuan's words held profound meaning, and now his actions revealed it. As he soared into the air surrounded by mist, he embodied a transcendent state, reminiscent of Daoist ancestor Zhang Daoling's retreat into nature.

Moreover, Old Wang's gaze was captivating and brilliant, radiating a confidence that was unmatched—this was the moment when his restrained power exploded!

Boom! An explosion erupted mid-air as energy surged, and the two fought fiercely, continuously clashing. The elderly man beside Zhong Qing trembled with excitement, exclaiming, "Exactly! At the critical moment, transforming from a state of clarity into a fierce, aggressive attack—this is the true essence of Snake Crane Eight Scattering Hands!"

In mid-air, the two collided dozens of times until Zhou Wei coughed up blood and was sent flying. Wang Xuan landed but quickly pursued Zhou Wei, initiating the final showdown.

Wang Xuan was using Zhou Wei to hone his skills and grasp the master's consciousness. His movements were ethereal and graceful, yet when he unleashed his killing intent, he was ferocious and terrifying, embodying the principles he spoke of.

Zhong Cheng was left stunned, feeling he had gained insight and was close to mastering two forms from the Snake Crane Eight Scattering Hands. The elderly man was also practicing on-site, actually grasping something, pushing one of the forms to a deeper level.

"Heavenly Endowed Talent!" the elderly man exclaimed, overwhelmed with excitement.

Zhou Wei flew out, his chest caving in. At the last moment, despite maintaining his clarity and showcasing the master's consciousness, Wang Xuan couldn't hold back and landed a decisive blow to Zhou Wei's chest!

The crowd gasped in disbelief. The battle ended so quickly? Master Wang was far more formidable than they had imagined, swiftly and forcefully defeating a seasoned master.

"I've got it! I truly understand those two forms!" Zhong Cheng exclaimed, his lips trembling, unafraid of his sister's potential wrath. "In this moment, I still wish to call him Master Wang. If I add a suffix… brother-in-law seems quite promising?!"