Marvel's Master of Heavenly Magic

Support me and be 30 chapters ahead of webnovel:

patreon.com/Draco_

*****

"Apologies, Grandmaster!"

Suppressing the Grandmaster's body with Daoist magic, George flashed behind him and struck the back of his head with a powerful slap.

"Wood Dragon's Collapse Fist!"

"Not good!"

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes shot open as the immense Qi within his body surged outward. Golden Light and thunder magic were pushed to their limits, allowing him to barely turn around under the suppression of the four Daoist spells and raise his hands to block.

However, the next moment, he felt an overwhelming force he couldn't resist.

Though Zhang Zhiwei had cultivated his physical body for over a century and was extremely resilient, George's physical prowess was similarly terrifying—enhanced by the stacking of multiple bodies and his Dragon Slayer Mage physique.

Seeing Zhang Zhiwei turn, George even activated Giant Magic to temporarily boost the power in his palm.

As a result, his strike slammed into Zhang Zhiwei's raised hands, forcing them into his own forehead, knocking him out cold.

Under normal circumstances, the protection of the Golden Light Spell should've prevented unconsciousness.

But since Zhang Zhiwei had already exhausted the power of both Golden Light and thunder magic to block the earlier spell barrage, he had to rely solely on his physical body—hence the outcome.

"Done."

Dispelling the four Daoist spells and adding a sleep incantation to ensure unconsciousness, George finally began reading Zhang Zhiwei's memories.

But as soon as his spiritual energy entered Zhang Zhiwei's mind, it was blocked by a layer of golden energy.

"A seal?"

Seeing the densely packed Taoist symbols on the golden energy, George's heart trembled in surprise.

He had encountered seals and barriers before—he even specialized in them—but something this vast and powerful was a first.

"Looks like this world isn't as simple as I thought."

The strength of the seal was such that even George at full power couldn't break through it.

So this couldn't have been placed by Zhang Zhiwei himself. It was most likely the legendary Celestial Master's Degree.

According to rumor, major Taoist sects passed on special inheritances when choosing successors—Mount Longhu's was said to be the Celestial Master's Degree.

But what exactly it was, no one knew. It remained legend—its truth unconfirmed.

Now it seemed this massive seal could be that very inheritance.

Why would it be passed down for generations? What exactly did it seal? And who had created such a thing—could it be an immortal?

These questions stirred George's deep curiosity.

Previously, based on the memories obtained from Wang Bing, George had assumed there were no higher-dimensional forces in this world—no immortals or similar beings.

But now, confronted with the seal inside Zhang Zhiwei's mind, he wasn't so sure anymore.

"Can't access his memories, but it wasn't a wasted trip."

With the Celestial Master's seal protecting Zhang Zhiwei's mind, George had no way to probe further and had to retreat.

Returning to the real world, he carried the unconscious Zhang Zhiwei back to his room and left behind a simple note before departing.

The note explained that he was a reclusive cultivator who had come out of seclusion to test his abilities against the Grandmaster—and was now returning to his training.

Whatever Zhang Zhiwei thought after waking and reading the note didn't matter.

George had no plans to use this identity again anytime soon.

"No rush. One step at a time. If not Zhang Zhiwei, there are others."

Leaving the Grandmaster's courtyard, George returned to his normal appearance and headed toward the location of the ongoing bonfire party.

He had just obtained the Soul Summoning and Spirit Dispatching technique, which would occupy him for a while. And since this world clearly wasn't as simple as it appeared, he could study useful techniques and Daoist arts at his own pace, while slowly unraveling the world's secrets.

His main body and other incarnations in parallel worlds were also steadily growing stronger—there was no pressing crisis demanding a rapid power-up.

"Lay a solid foundation. Only then can I break through future bottlenecks more easily."

Suddenly, George froze mid-step as he walked through the silent forest.

"Hu Jie of Dongxiang Village—is he planning an ambush?"

He had detected someone hiding in a tree not far ahead—an Other, and one of the contestants in the current competition. The target was clearly him.

"Interesting. I just ambushed the Grandmaster, and now someone's trying to ambush me? Let's see what your motive is."

Pausing only briefly, George resumed walking.

As he passed beneath the tree, Hu Jie lunged at him.

Every strike aimed at a vital spot—he clearly had no intention of leaving George alive.

"You think you can ambush me?"

A flash of lightning burst from George's body, and his right hand caught Hu Jie by the throat, initiating a memory read.

"Not from the Wang family?"

A look of surprise spread across George's face.

He had assumed Hu Jie was sent by the Wang family—but his memories revealed otherwise.

Hu Jie had lost his mind under the influence of Quanxing's Zhang Kuang and was merely a puppet used as a distraction in the tournament.

"Who's there?"

Turning around, George saw two middle-aged men rushing toward him.

"Please don't misunderstand, Mr. Jin. We're from the Lu family and are tasked with monitoring this man. Please spare him—he may be connected to Quanxing. He's still useful to us."

"Lu family, huh? Alright—he's yours."

George's eyes flickered, and he tossed Hu Jie to them.

It seemed Quanxing had some hidden motive in this Luotian Daoist Gathering, and both Mount Longhu and the Lu family were prepared for it.

"I should find time to investigate what Quanxing is really up to."

This brief episode didn't delay him for long. Soon, he arrived at the bonfire party.

The place was buzzing—most of the contestants were gathered here, including Zhang Lingyu.

Laughter, drinks, and chatter filled the air. The atmosphere was lively.

Maybe a bit too lively.

"This guy really is something else…"

George couldn't help twitching his lips as he saw Zhang Chulan, completely drunk, running around naked while activating the Golden Light Spell.

When it came to shamelessness, Zhang Chulan had truly transcended the norm.

"Old Jin, what took you so long?"

From a distance, Huang Ming waved George over enthusiastically.

George smiled and sat down.

"Ran into something on the way—took a bit of time."

And so, the group laughed, drank, and talked until they all passed out under the open sky. It wasn't until the next morning, when the sun rose, that they finally woke up.

After another bout of noisy chaos, everyone returned to their dorms to wash up and eat, preparing for the third day of the advancement tournament.

As for George—he had no opponent today.

According to the bracket, today's match would've been against Hu Jie, the one who had defeated Night Owl yesterday.

(End of Chapter)