Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

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"This Wang Ye… interesting fellow."

Ten minutes later, watching Wang Ye leave the courtyard looking utterly drained, George couldn't help but stroke his chin thoughtfully.

Previously, he had been interested in Wang Ye only because he was the secret crush of Jin Yuanyuan. As for Wang Ye's cultivation technique—the so-called Tai Chi Force—George hadn't cared much.

But now, it seemed that Wang Ye's skills were far beyond just Tai Chi.

Wang Ye had said he was afraid the Grandmaster might try to secretly take out Zhuge Qing for Zhang Chulan's sake. If that happened, it would ruin his reputation and negatively impact the entire world of the Others.

So Wang Ye planned to defeat Zhuge Qing in the next round, effectively shielding the Grandmaster from that fallout.

However, in the Grandmaster's eyes, while Wang Ye's Tai Chi Force was impressive, it might not be enough to contend with Zhuge Qing's Wu Hou Qimen. So he decided to test him himself.

And that's when things got interesting—Wang Ye didn't use Tai Chi Force, but instead employed the mystical art of Qimen Dunjia.

From George's perspective, Wang Ye wielded Qimen Dunjia even more skillfully than Zhuge Qing. One of his moves, "Chaotic Golden Tuo," could even affect time itself.

Based on Wang Ye's true display of power, not to mention Zhuge Qing, even some of the older generation's top experts likely wouldn't be able to handle him.

However, the Grandmaster's strength was greater still—even time-altering Qimen techniques couldn't subdue him.

"Qimen Dunjia more powerful than Wu Hou Qimen... could it be the legendary Fenghou Qimen, one of the Eight Great Miraculous Arts?"

A suspicion took root in George's mind.

Still, he didn't press Wang Ye on it. Now that he knew, he'd eventually find a way to extract the truth from him.

"Maybe I should just kidnap him and make him marry Jin Yuanyuan—he'd be family then."

Meanwhile, just having left the courtyard and heading back to bed, Wang Ye suddenly shivered.

"What was that? I have a bad feeling... Should I check the inner realm?"

As soon as the thought popped into his head, he chuckled bitterly and shook it off.

"No need to check. Since I got involved in this mess, I should've known the future wouldn't be easy."

"Heavenly one above, you've been watching long enough—how about coming down for a chat?"

Back in the courtyard, the Grandmaster didn't return to his room after Wang Ye left. Instead, he looked upward toward George's location.

"Taoist cultivators strive for unity with nature and heaven—our insight is sharp. As one of the greats, the Grandmaster certainly lives up to his name."

Since he'd been discovered, there was no point hiding anymore. George dispelled his invisibility technique and landed in the courtyard.

His strength lay in raw power—he wasn't particularly skilled in hiding his presence or going invisible. Even Feng Baobao could detect him, so it was no surprise a Taoist master like the Grandmaster had noticed.

In fact, he himself could easily detect concealment of the level he used.

So he wasn't surprised in the least.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have used transformation magic to change his appearance beforehand.

"Fellow Taoist, visiting at such an hour—what might your business be?"

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the unfamiliar elderly man in Taoist robes with a puzzled expression.

The man was clearly a Taoist cultivator, but someone of his age and power? There's no way Zhang Zhiwei wouldn't know of him.

"Nothing much—just came to spar with the Grandmaster."

George lightly stomped the ground, and a thin sheet of frost immediately spread across the courtyard floor.

Zhang Zhiwei narrowed his eyes at the sight and stroked his beard.

"It's been a long time since anyone's requested a spar with me. Since you're so enthusiastic, I suppose I can't disappoint."

This would also give him a chance to probe what this mysterious Taoist elder was really up to. Why had he come to Mount Longhu? Was he a threat to his plans?

"This place isn't suitable. Let's go elsewhere."

Stomping again, the rippling frost warped the ground, and both George and the Grandmaster entered the Mirror World.

"The Mirror World—no matter how intense the battle, it won't affect the outside. Others can rest peacefully."

"This is my first time seeing this technique. Looks like I'll have to get serious."

Zhang Zhiwei's gaze grew solemn as he surveyed the inverted world. His body became wrapped in tangible golden light.

This guy was definitely no pushover.

With a flash of golden light, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly appeared right in front of George and struck at his chest with his palm.

His speed and power were so great that George barely had time to react.

Compared to when Wang Ai jumped down from the stands to save his grandson, Zhang Zhiwei was easily ten times faster—if not more.

Even though both were among the Ten Elders, their strength wasn't even in the same league.

George figured if Wang Ai had fought the Grandmaster—even with Soul Summoning and Spirit Dispatching—he might not even get the chance to use it before being knocked out cold.

But George wasn't Wang Ai. Just as Zhang Zhiwei's palm was about to land, George opened his mouth:

"Samadhi True Fire!"

A jet of tricolored flames erupted, engulfing Zhang Zhiwei entirely.

The searing flames rapidly consumed his outer golden aura, forcing him to retreat from the fire's range.

"Samadhi True Fire? Isn't that Zhuge family's ultimate technique? But theirs doesn't come from the mouth—and it's nowhere near this powerful!"

Zhang Zhiwei quickly reset his stance and reinforced his golden light, but his face was filled with confusion.

At that moment, George took out a small orb, infused it with mana, and it swiftly transformed into a Taoist magic sword.

It was crafted using the Li family's artifact refinement method. The technique allowed magical tools to be condensed into portable orbs, which could even be stored and nurtured inside the body.

Back in Beijing, he'd casually made one in preparation to impersonate a Taoist cultivator later.

Now it was finally coming in handy.

"Grandmaster—catch this!"

Wielding the sword, George chanted a Li family incantation.

"Winds arise—by divine decree!"

As he swung the sword, a gale burst forth, forming a wind dragon that surged toward Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes narrowed, his body crackling with electricity.

"Crimson Palace Thunder!"

A blast of terrifying lightning erupted, clashing mid-air with the wind dragon.

"Fire God arise—by divine decree!"

"Water Dragon arise—by divine decree!"

"Thunder King arise—by divine decree!"

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei hold off the wind dragon with thunder magic, George didn't pause—he swung again and unleashed the other three Taoist elemental arts in quick succession.

With his current strength, even using only Li family techniques, George's full-force output rivaled Zhang Zhiwei's.

With wind, fire, water, and lightning all bearing down on him at once, Zhang Zhiwei was pushed to the limit. Even with his thunder spells and golden light incantations at full power, he could only barely hold his ground.

His body was pinned in place, unable to move.

"No talismans—only sword and incantation—and this much power? Just who is this Taoist master?"

Zhang Zhiwei's heart was full of confusion. He hadn't been able to tell much from the earlier Samadhi True Fire, but these current techniques were undoubtedly genuine Taoist spells.

The only problem: he had never seen this casting method in any sect he knew.

(End of Chapter)