In a place like Kunlun Mountain, a Cave Heaven Blessed Land, under the ticulous guidance of nurous senior uncles and senior aunts, plus Yang Jian's extraordinary talent and unwavering determination,
he was no longer the ignorant child who first arrived in Kunlun years ago.
His cultivation had already surpassed the shackles of the mundane, firmly stepping into the ranks of immortals.
The Three-pointed Double-Bladed Halberd in his hands had long been refined by him to the point of being an extension of his arm, and in his swings, it generated powerful gusts, suggesting a vaguely mountain-cracking and stone-splitting might.
Xuanqing watched quietly for a while before he finally rose slowly from the cloud bed symbolizing the Saint's majesty.
"Well then, it's been a long ti since I stretched my bones. Feeling a sudden impulse today, I'll go and give this grand-disciple so pointers."
Thinking this, his figure flickered, and he silently appeared in a corner of the Martial Arts Arena.
At this mont, Yang Jian was practicing at a crucial point.
His eyes were wide open, muttering words, and then he fiercely jamd the Three-pointed Double-Bladed Halberd into the ground!
"Scattering Beans into Soldiers!"
With a low shout, a handful of gleaming golden Immortal Beans were scattered from his sleeve, landing on the ground.
Amid the flashing golden light, those beans grew rapidly with the wind, and in an instant, transford into over a hundred Yellow Turban Warriors clad in armor and wielding weapons.
These Yellow Turban Warriors exuded a steady aura, their eyes blank, and their movents sowhat stiff, but the mana they emitted was enough to rival ordinary Qi Refiners.
Looking at his masterpiece, a faint smile of satisfaction appeared on Yang Jian's face.
This Scattering Beans into Soldiers technique was a basic Daoist technique he learned from his master, True Master Yu Ding. After decades of hard practice, he had finally achieved so success.
"Not bad, not bad."
At that mont, a voice, tinged with a bit of admiration yet also seeming sowhat elusive, suddenly sounded behind him.
"The form is there, and the spirit is there too."
"It's just... the quantity and quality are still a bit lacking."
Startled, Yang Jian quickly turned around.
There stood a Daoist in a simple cyan robe, with a face indistinct and unremarkable yet profoundly unfathomable, smiling slightly not far behind him.
In an instant, the little pride on Yang Jian's face vanished without a trace.
He promptly withdrew his divine skills and respectfully bowed deeply to the Daoist.
"Grand-disciple Yang Jian, pays respect to Grandmaster!"
"I was unaware of Grandmaster's auspicious arrival and failed to welco you from afar, I beg for Grandmaster's forgiveness!"
The visitor was none other than his grandmaster, Chan Sect Saint Xuanqing!
Xuanqing, with a warm smile, waved his hand, using a gentle strength to lift Yang Jian up.
"No need for such formality, no need for such formality."
His gaze fell on those yet-to-dissipate Yellow Turban Warriors, and he curiously inquired: "Was that the Scattering Beans into Soldiers technique you just perford?"
Yang Jian quickly replied respectfully: "Reporting to Grandmaster, it indeed was."
"This grand-disciple is slow-witted, only able to manifest just over a hundred warriors so far, and their combat power is weak, hardly of any great use. Please pardon the amusent, Grandmaster."
Upon hearing this, Xuanqing shook his head and revealed a mysterious smile.
"Who says this technique is of little use?"
He slowly walked to Yang Jian's side, patting his shoulder in a manner as if about to impart so secret knowledge.
"My grand-disciple, you must understand that the path of cultivation is ever-changing and should not be constrained by common sense."
"This Scattering Beans into Soldiers may seem like an insignificant spell but if used in the right context, with the right thod, it can reveal unexpected wonders."
Hearing this, Yang Jian showed a confused expression in his eyes.
"Please, Grandmaster, enlighten ."
Xuanqing cleared his throat, then with a most serious yet sowhat quirky tone, lowered his voice and said, "For instance..."
"Have you ever thought about not scattering beans?"
"Huh?"
Yang Jian was thoroughly stunned.
Scattering Beans into Soldiers, without scattering beans—how can it still be called Scattering Beans into Soldiers?
Seeing Yang Jian's adorable dumbfounded expression, the smile on Xuanqing's face deepened.
"For example, we might scatter sothing else."
He casually rummaged through the wide sleeve of his Daoist robe.
A mont later, he fished out... a handful of ordinary-looking wild grass.
He handed that bunch of wild grass to Yang Jian, speaking with earnestness: "Here, give this a try."
Yang Jian: "..."
Inwardly, he was distraught.
Is this really his grandmaster?
Is this truly the Chan Sect Saint seated high above the Nine Heavens, overlooking all beings, whose words and laws follow, commanding absolute authority?
Why does it feel like... sothing seems off?
But faced with his grandmaster's "kindly" gaze, Yang Jian dared not defy in the least.
He could only brace himself, trembling slightly, and accepted the bunch of wild grass.
"Grandmaster... will this... really work?"
"Whether it works, you'll only know if you try it, won't you?"
Xuanqing encouragingly patted his back.
Yang Jian took a deep breath, adopting a mindset of "sacrifice oneself for the greater good," and slowly infused his mana into the handful of wild grass in his hand.
Then, mimicking his previous actions, he fiercely flung the wild grass towards the open ground!
"Grass... grass to gods?"
He didn't even know what he was shouting out.
However, what happened next nearly made Yang Jian's eyes pop out.
The ordinary wild grass, upon hitting the ground, did not rely react as he imagined.
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