Peace Order

Chen Chengbi kept saying, "Indeed, indeed."

The living Buddha spoke gently, "Such martial techniques must also have been taught by a distinguished sect. That Little Sword Saint may not surpass you in swordplay, but his power is greater, so, my young friend, you have but one flaw."

"And this flaw is also your strength."

"Bodily constitution."

"Your body can sustain a fight with him, but it is not yet strong enough to withstand the pressure of the Inner Qi from One Layer Heaven directly during a clash. This must also be why that old lunatic brought you to see me, but perhaps, I will disappoint you."

The living Buddha released his hold and carelessly inserted the twig back onto the original tree.

Incredibly, the twig started to grow back, its leaves remaining fresh and green.

Having fought the Mixed Iron Battle Halberd in Li Guanyi’s hand with nothing but a twig, clashing innumerable times, the twig remained flexible, without even a trace of a mark left on it; such skill, effortless as lifting a feather, was far more remarkable than the strength to move mountains, revealing true mastery.

The old monk had Li Guanyi and Chen Chengbi sit down.

He took out a teapot from inside his robe, casually prepared the tea, and said, "The magic skill I cultivate is the ’Buddha’s saying of the strongman moving mountains,’ a straightforward task that requires Buddha Nature and time; it’s not hard to begin with, ordinary people can cultivate it to gain dozens of pounds in strength."

"However, to train it to a level suitable for combat, it also requires a decade or more of effort."