"Miracles happen with great effort..."
Rong Hang lowered his eyes, recalling his first meeting with Jiang Yixing.
That was in the Zhongli Secret Realm, where all the youngest members of the cultivation world gathered together to explore the secret realm.
The younger generation are all prodigies, and since they started cultivating, they have been arrogant and haughty. Rong Hang is the best among them.
He was born with a spiritual body, reached the Foundation Establishment stage at the age of ten, and the Golden Core stage at the age of fifty, far surpassing all other young people at the time, and was known as the most talented person in a thousand years.
He had no place in his heart except for his own sect.
The other juniors in the Immortal Realm were also very wary of him, and no one dared to approach him to talk.
A group of people were stumped at the entrance to the secret realm. The entrance was right in front of them, but they couldn't get in no matter what they did.
Everyone tried their own methods, but none of them could open it. It was only later that they realized it must be a formation, and brute force was not an option.
The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes involuntarily drawn to Rong Hang, who was leaning against the tree. Everyone knew that Rong Hang's mastery of formations was unparalleled, and that Rong Hang was the last disciple of Xi Daoren, who had inherited the entire lineage of his sect.
Rong Hang was dressed in black, his long hair tied up with a few stray strands falling around his ears. He stared blankly at the ground, his face handsome and unruly.
Many female Daoists blushed as they stared at him, but Rong Hang ignored everyone's gazes.
No one dared to approach and disturb this strongest fighter. After lingering for a moment, they looked away and focused on discussing how to open the door.
Several body cultivators from the Fengyan Sect stood in front of the door. Everyone else was thinking of their own solutions, but they remained standing at the door.
"Hey! What's the big deal? Just smash it!"
"Yes! We can always break it open!"
Smash it!
At their senior brother's command, the group moved in unison and attacked a single point.
The gate to the secret realm was shaken by brute force, creating ripples that disappeared like flowing water, leaving no trace.
The others watched coldly, secretly scoffing that body cultivators were brainless; how could such a secret realm be opened by brute force?
The body cultivators, however, remained oblivious and persisted in their own methods.
One loud bang after another annoyed the people around.
"No way? You really think you can smash the door open with your fists?" A Sword Sect disciple was the first to speak up and mock.
"Use your brains, you guys who may or may not even have them! You've been smashing things for ages! It's so noisy!"
“That’s right, you guys don’t need to use your brains, but we do,” a male disciple mocked, exchanging smiles with his companions. “We need a quiet environment to think.”
"Noisy? If you think it's noisy, why don't you just block out your hearing? Didn't your master teach you that?" Liang Cheng, the tallest and strongest among the body cultivators, retorted. These people were just looking for trouble! They've been looking down on body cultivators for a long time.
"You...!" the male disciple roared, making a move to get up and draw his sword, but was stopped by the Sword Sect disciple who spoke first.
The Sword Sect disciple raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Fine, go ahead and smash it. I want to see when you can smash a hole in this door."
"Fellow Daoists, let's give these individual cultivators some face. Since they think they can break this door open with brute force, if we come up with a way, we can prevent them from entering. After all, they need to prove themselves!"
Several Sword Sect disciples burst into laughter, completely disregarding the Body Cultivator.
The surrounding people fell silent, no one wanting to get involved in the conflict between the two sects. Even those who couldn't bear to watch dared not speak when they saw that the one who had spoken was the son of the second elder of the Sword Sect.
The atmosphere at the scene reached a stalemate, with neither side willing to back down. The body cultivator persisted with the most primitive method, ignoring the ridicule of others.
Two people remained silent and did not participate in any discussion. Rong Hang maintained his usual indifferent demeanor, holding his sword and standing quietly under the tree.
Jiang Yixing remained silent throughout, simply pacing back and forth at the doorway, observing the subtle details.
The fifth master's newly accepted apprentice, who had come with Jiang Yixing, was a little scared and tugged at Jiang Yixing's sleeve worriedly.
Jiang Yixing finally snapped out of his reverie and smiled reassuringly at his junior brother, "Don't worry."
The junior apprentice was only 18 years old and looked quite naive. He seemed relieved, as if he had seen his pillar of support.
Jiang Yixing walked over to Feng Yanzong and the others, smiled brightly, raised his hand and cast a spell to surround his palm, then clenched his fists and slammed them hard into the center of the gate.
There's a famous saying in my hometown—
Jiang Yixing's movements became faster and faster, each punch carrying a gust of wind, and the last punch slammed hard into a single point.
"Great efforts can create miracles."
The barrier began to slowly crumble from that point, with cracks opening one after another, before finally exploding violently, bursting into the air with luminous fragments.
Jiang Yixing was surrounded by dazzling light, but his smile was even more radiant.
"Look, it's already smashed open, isn't it?"
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