Chapter 133

Ning Changge sensed the Spirit God within his sea of consciousness and was astonished. He hadn’t expected that the *Mortal World Spirit Condensation* technique would help him form a Spirit God.

Previously, his *Heavenly Phenomenon Spirit Refining* technique had allowed his spiritual sense to far surpass that of ordinary people, but that was merely quantitative.

Now, through the energy of the mortal world, he had undergone a qualitative transformation, forming a Spirit God.

He could feel the benefits immediately. His Spirit God could now absorb spiritual energy far more efficiently than before. Additionally, his spiritual sense had expanded fivefold, allowing him to perceive even the scenery atop Mount Zhongnan from his current location.

One day, it might be possible for him to cover the entire Nine Provinces with a single thought.

“The Spirit God… it’s akin to the difference between spiritual liquid and spiritual energy—a qualitative leap!”

“Perhaps even more. According to my deductions, after forming the Golden Core, the next stage is the Nascent Soul. This Spirit God seems to share some similarities with the Nascent Soul and will greatly aid my future cultivation.”

With just a brief moment of sensing, Ning Changge gained countless insights. He smiled, satisfied with the results of his journey. Not only had he gained clarity about his own path, but he had also received this unexpected reward.

Additionally, his *Minor Karma Technique* had advanced, bringing him closer to one day mastering the *Karma Divine Power*. Though the technique seemed unremarkable, it often helped Ning Changge make the right choices, aligning with karma and achieving twice the result with half the effort—just like now.

Looking toward Mount Zhongnan, Ning Changge was certain.

By the time his visits to Mount Zhongnan and Peach Blossom Island were complete, he would reach the Foundation Establishment stage with a perfect state of mind!

Unconsciously, Ning Changge revealed his presence. His white Daoist robe and refined appearance drew attention from the townspeople. But his heart remained calm as he continued toward Mount Zhongnan.

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“Wudang’s Ning Changge, here to visit Master Chongyang of the Quanzhen Sect. Please inform him.”

Ning Changge smiled as he addressed the bewildered Quanzhen disciples.

The disciples stared in shock at the young Daoist before them, dressed in a white robe as pure as the clouds. But what truly stunned them was his introduction.

Wudang’s Ning Changge?

“Isn’t that the legendary Little Immortal?”

They were frozen in place until the lead disciple finally reacted, cautiously asking, “Are you… the Little Immortal?”

Ning Changge nodded with a smile.

The disciples gasped, their shock evident. They didn’t doubt his identity—his extraordinary aura surpassed even their own grandmaster. Besides, they knew of the agreement between their grandmaster and Zhang Sanfeng.

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“Please, this way!” the disciples quickly composed themselves and led the way, still reeling from the shock. This was the Little Immortal! The legendary peerless genius—or rather, peerless master!

One disciple rushed ahead to inform the others, while Ning Changge smiled, sensing the commotion in the distance.

The disciples accompanying him were too nervous to speak, fearing they might say something wrong. Although Ning Changge exuded no oppressive aura, the thought of his ability to suppress Land Immortals made their legs tremble.

Soon, a group approached them—none other than the Quanzhen Seven.

Each of them wore expressions of shock and urgency, fearing they might offend Ning Changge. Only now did they understand why their master had ordered them to copy the sect’s Daoist scriptures—it was in preparation for this visit!

“Ma Yu of the Quanzhen Sect greets the Little Immortal!” Ma Yu, the leader of the Quanzhen Seven, clasped his hands in respect.

Beside him, a disheveled middle-aged Daoist with a mischievous grin sized up Ning Changge. “So, you’re the Little Immortal, huh? I’ve heard a lot about you! You don’t look like you have three heads and six arms, so how are you so powerful?”

Ma Yu and the others broke into a cold sweat, quickly pulling the man back. “Please forgive him, Little Immortal. My martial uncle is straightforward by nature.”

Ning Changge simply smiled and shook his head. “It’s fine.”

“I greet all the Daoist friends of the Quanzhen Sect,” Ning Changge said with a smile.

Apart from their grandmaster, Wang Chongyang, the entire Quanzhen Sect had come to greet him.

Such a reception was the highest honor.

“I’ve come to visit Master Chongyang on behalf of my master, Zhang Sanfeng, to honor the friendship from ten years ago. I apologize for the sudden visit.”

“Not at all! The Quanzhen Sect is honored by your presence!” they replied politely.

As they entered the sect’s grounds, they saw a tall, imposing Daoist standing there, smiling as he looked at Ning Changge. His emotions were complex—excitement, regret, admiration, and a hint of sorrow.

It was none other than Wang Chongyang, the grandmaster of the Quanzhen Sect, personally welcoming Ning Changge.

Ning Changge stepped forward and bowed respectfully. “Ning Changge greets Master Chongyang. I’ve come on behalf of my master to honor the friendship from ten years ago.”

Though Ning Changge had no strong feelings toward the other members of the Quanzhen Sect, he held Wang Chongyang in high regard. After all, it was Wang Chongyang, Zhang Sanfeng, and Huang Yaoshi who had found him as a baby.

Though Wang Chongyang hadn’t taught him martial arts, there was still a bond between them.

Wang Chongyang laughed heartily. “Good! Good! Ten years ago, you were just a baby. Even then, I knew you were a rare gem. But I never imagined you’d grow so quickly, surpassing me in the blink of an eye.”

He sighed. “It’s a shame I didn’t have the fortune to bring you to the Quanzhen Sect.”

This had always been his regret. If he had taken Ning Changge as a disciple, he would have no regrets in life.

But he was only lamenting—he knew Zhang Sanfeng had been more qualified to become Ning Changge’s master.