Please be my partner.

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Facing the overwhelming force of the celestial phenomena, Mellen's smile widened as he said, "You only realize it now? It's too late!"

"Boom!~"

The heavens and earth trembled, and the primordial energy surged. The commotion emanating from the Great Snow Mountain stretched for tens of thousands of miles. One after another, martial saints looked in this direction, revealing expressions of surprise and uncertainty.

"Buzz!~"

The heavens and earth roared, and the blinding light tore through the wind, snow and frost, revealing the figure of Mellen. He was surrounded by wisps of light, and three hundred and sixty-three stars appeared behind him, forming a starry sky painting. The inner and outer scenes overlapped and merged completely, and under the blessing of the Wudang artistic conception, they blended perfectly with the heavens and earth, constantly drawing in strands of the power of heaven and earth, and converging into celestial phenomena.

At this moment, Mellen was completely at the peak of his spiritual energy, reaching the pinnacle of the first step in martial arts. With the blessing of "Heaven's Heart Returns to Me" and the Wudang Intent, he instantly achieved the unity of inner and outer landscapes, stepping into the realm of celestial phenomena.

The Heavenly Shaman looked incredulous. He never imagined that the little insect he had been able to manipulate so easily just a moment ago had broken through to the same level as him in the blink of an eye.

More importantly, the celestial aura emanating from the other party was even more profound than he and the snow-capped mountain behind him combined!

Suddenly, the Heavenly Shaman was taken aback. He could vaguely detect a slight discordance in Melon's aura. This was because he had been immersed in the Celestial Phenomenon Martial Saint realm for over a hundred years, and this was within the Great Snow Mountain range. Every trace of the aura of heaven and earth bore his mark. Otherwise, an ordinary Martial Saint would not have been able to detect it at all.

In a flash of inspiration, the Heavenly Shaman blurted out, "You...you are not from this world, you are an outsider?!"

Although there was some doubt in his tone, the Heavenly Shaman's expression was extremely certain, clearly confirming his guess.

Mellen smiled slightly. With his current strength, these secrets were no longer secrets. It didn't matter if the natives of the world knew, since his plan was about to begin anyway.

Murren nodded slightly and said, "You're right, I'm indeed not from this world. I actually come from the future! So..."

The celestial phenomena converged in layers, forming halos behind Mellen, making his figure appear even more ethereal and majestic, like a high-ranking deity looking down upon the masses below. Then, an even more magnificent and awe-inspiring voice resounded:

"Since we can see the future, why not worship it!"

Amidst the layers of sounds, a gigantic hand that blotted out the sky slammed down towards the Heavenly Shaman. No matter how much the Heavenly Shaman mobilized his celestial power, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; he could not budge the giant hand in the slightest.

Finally, in the despairing gaze of the Heavenly Shaman, the giant palm pressed a huge palm print thousands of meters long onto the snow mountain. This snow mountain, which had stood there for hundreds of thousands of years, shattered a corner as a result. Also shattered was the Heavenly Shaman's flawless martial arts heart.

Mellen slowly floated to the Heavenly Shaman embedded in the center of the palm print. At this moment, the Heavenly Shaman's eyes had become dull and lifeless, devoid of any liveliness. His perfect state of spirit and energy was also rapidly declining, and his life was as fragile as a candle in the wind.

Logically speaking, although the Heavenly Shaman has lived for hundreds of years and looks old and frail, according to the lifespan of a Martial Saint, he should be able to live for another hundred years.

However, for martial artists, especially martial saints who cultivate essence, energy, and spirit in tandem, once their mind is injured and their will is clouded, their essence, energy, and spirit will be affected simultaneously. In severe cases, even if they are lucky enough to survive a battle, they will die without a trace in a short period of time.

After a moment of silence, Mellen suddenly said softly, "Want to learn?"

The shaman's lifeless gaze trembled slightly as he turned to Melen.

"I can teach you," Mellen continued.

Gradually, the shaman's energy and spirit stopped declining. He struggled out shakily and then slowly knelt down.

Similarly, those beings below who believe that gods have appeared in the world and are devoutly worshipping them.

Three days later, the carriage continued its journey.

Cai Die'er hugged Mei Lun tightly, her eyes filled with admiration and her face flushed. Of course, she knew that her master was one of the strongest people in the world, and she had no doubt that her master would one day stand at the pinnacle of the world. But she never expected that day to come so quickly and so unexpectedly.

Amused, Mellen looked at the butterfly staring intently at him and chuckled, "What, don't you recognize me?"

At this moment, Cai Die'er was so excited that she couldn't say a word, and could only instinctively make 'whimpering' sounds.

Mellen smiled slightly, and a surge of spiritual energy enveloped the carriage, isolating it from the outside world.

Outside the carriage, the grass was lush and green, and spring was in full bloom. Inside the carriage, the scene was also full of spring colors.

A few days later, the Pure Land School...

Mellen received a very warm welcome upon his arrival.

In the main hall, Mellen first expressed his gratitude to the Supreme Elder of the Pure Land School once again, who responded with a smile.

Then Mellen put forward his own demands, which remained unchanged at the same two points.

The Pure Land Sect Master and the Supreme Elder exchanged a glance before saying, "Brother Melun, a few days ago in the Great Snow Mountain, it must have been you fighting with that Heavenly Shaman, right?"

Even if martial artists practice the same techniques, the aura they ultimately develop will be different. When Mellen fought the Heavenly Shaman, his momentum was immense, and he did not deliberately disguise himself, so it was only natural that he would be sensed.

Mellen nodded and admitted, "It is indeed me."

Although he already had some guesses, the sect leader couldn't help but ask, "So, what was the result?"

Mellen didn't hide anything and calmly said, "A slight victory."

The sect leader's lips twitched. Thinking of the earth-shaking commotion and the enormous palm print that could be seen from hundreds of miles away, he decisively said, "Senior Brother Mellen, you may freely read the martial arts manuals, but as for sparring, let's forget about it. I am no match for you."

Mellen opened his mouth, then looked somewhat helpless. His main purpose in sparring with these disciples was to experience the martial arts of the upper realm sects. He would definitely hold back when he made a move and stop when he was about to strike. Of course, he couldn't say these things out loud.

Seeing the man's resolute attitude, Mellen knew that the sparring was definitely out of the question.

Unconsciously, Mellen looked at the Supreme Elder.

The Supreme Elder, who had been stroking his beard and smiling, was stunned and found himself at a loss for words. Mellen quickly looked away, feeling embarrassed.

The Supreme Elders sent down from the five sects are not like the disciples undergoing training. They are the true first-stage perfection of martial arts, having reached the peak in all aspects, and each of them is striving to break through to the legendary realm.

It is highly likely that Mellen is no match for them at present, and will likely be easily suppressed.

Chapter 648 Mountain Lord and the Forbidden Seal

Wudang Sect, Ancestral Hall.

With a smile, Mellen said, "Congratulations, Senior Brother Han, on rediscovering your true self."

Mountain Lord Han Fangxuan gave a bitter smile and said, "I have wasted more than thirty years and almost caused the sect to lose face in the training competition. It is my fault. This performance must have disappointed Master and my fellow disciples."

After a pause, Han Fangxuan added, "Fortunately, thanks to this period of slumber, some of the emotional wounds I suffered before have been completely healed, so it wasn't a wasted trip. In addition, with my junior brother's unexpected rise, there might still be room for competition in this training ranking."

"As long as we brothers work together, we might be able to fight against the other four factions!"

Mellen nodded slightly, which resolved his small doubts. After all, the joint trial of the five sects of the upper realm only happens once every seven years, and there is only one spot each time. It is impossible to give this spot to a stupid fool.

Han Fangxuan awakened his true self so many years later than the disciples from the other four sects, which is naturally a problem. It seems that he came here to heal his wounds because he had suffered a 'spiritual injury' before.

but……

Mellen said calmly, "Senior Brother Han, we are both disciples of the Wudang Sect, and we should do our part to uphold the sect's reputation. Therefore, please pass the position of sect leader to me."

Han Fangxuan's face stiffened, and he chuckled awkwardly, saying, "Junior brother, what do you mean by this? We are fellow disciples, so it's only natural..."

Mellen's eyes gradually deepened as he interrupted, "Senior brother, do I need to say it a second time?"

Han Fangxuan stopped speaking, his face turning completely grim.

Han Fangxuan had naturally taken note of the great reputation that Mellen had built up in this world during this period. Moreover, since Mellen acted under the name of 'Wudang Sect Mellen,' Han Fangxuan didn't need to do anything, and his reputation naturally rose accordingly.

If things can continue like this, by the time the training ends, Han Fangxuan might be able to turn the tide by virtue of his position as the leader of the Wudang Sect in the lower realm. It would be much simpler than him trying to catch up.

Who would refuse a job that allows them to continuously generate income without having to do anything?!

Therefore, after meeting Mellen, Han Fangxuan kept saying nice things and praising her in an attempt to improve the relationship between the two sides. Anyway, saying a few more words wouldn't hurt him, and he was happy as long as he could gain some benefits.

Unexpectedly, this man from the lower realm, Mellen, showed no respect whatsoever and directly demanded the position of mountain lord. This was a genuine struggle for interests.

Han Fangxuan said with a gloomy expression, "Junior brother, this position of mountain lord was decided by the sect, I..."

Mellen interrupted Han Fangxuan again, his tone turning colder: "The trainees can compete in any way they like. The so-called pre-selection is just because there is only one trainee per generation, and only this one choice. Now that I'm here, there are naturally other options."

“Senior brother, you are not capable enough. Holding onto this position will only drag down the sect’s training results. It’s time to take a break. Leave the rest to me. I will lead the Wudang Sect to the peak, and you can also benefit from it.”

Hearing Mellen's blunt and unpolite words, Han Fangxuan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.

In fact, Mellen was somewhat wrong about Han Fangxuan. Although he was not the strongest among the five disciples undergoing training, he was certainly not the weakest. If he hadn't suffered a mental injury before the training, Han Fangxuan might have had the ability to compete.

Unfortunately, all of this is nonsense now. The fact is, if it weren't for Mellen's sudden appearance, Han Fangxuan would have had a hard time achieving even the most basic goal, let alone finishing last among the five factions.

Han Fangxuan forcibly suppressed his anger and looked at the Supreme Elder.

The Supreme Elder calmly said, "This is a matter between the two of you; you can decide for yourselves."

Han Fangxuan understood that the Supreme Elder would not intervene, so he looked at Mellen and said coldly, "Since that's the case, then let me experience my junior brother's skills!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Han Fangxuan's energy and spirit surged.

But at that moment, the aura emanating from Mellen spread and permeated, enveloping the entire hall at an incredible speed, directly suppressing Han Fangxuan. The power of celestial phenomena unfolded layer by layer, conjuring various strange phenomena behind Mellen.

Han Fangxuan's eyes widened in disbelief as he exclaimed, "Celestial Phenomenon Realm?! Peak Martial Saint?!"

Although Mellen caused a huge commotion in the snowy mountains, it was quite far from Wudang Mountain. Any news that came over would have passed through many hands and become wildly rumored.

Unlike the Pure Land Sect, who are closer to the Great Snow Mountain and able to sense Meron's presence, they were unaware of Meron's suppression of the Great Snow Mountain.

Mellen's gaze was calm, and his voice became ethereal and mysterious: "Senior brother, you're attached to appearances."

Things proceeded smoothly thereafter. Han Fangxuan, feeling inadequate to lead the Wudang Sect to new heights, voluntarily passed the position of sect leader to Mei Lun.

Although Mei Lun had not been a disciple for long, he was the successor of the founder and had made a great name for himself in the martial arts world in recent years, which also raised the status of the Wudang Sect. Therefore, there was no opposition from the Wudang Sect to this sudden succession.

The three elders may have seen something, but faced with the overwhelming trend, they naturally could not stop it, nor would they try to.

The publicity, invitations, and banquets for like-minded people took nearly two months in total. During this time, Fengling Pavilion also presented a generous gift on behalf of the Prince Jing's Mansion.

After becoming the leader of the Wudang Sect, Mellen did not rush to take the next step, but instead began to focus on managing the Wudang Sect.

He recruited many disciples, compiled a brand-new martial arts cultivation manual, guided his disciples, and forged friendly relations with various forces in Qingzhou Prefecture...

Riding on the momentum that Mellen had created in the martial arts world, the Wudang Sect's development also entered a fast track.

And just like that, two more years passed in the blink of an eye.

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In the borderlands, in the city of Yanhui, in the rain pavilion on the outskirts.

A light rain was falling, and black-armored guards stood watch all around. It was clear that they came from three different factions, but their armor had many similarities. There was no hostility between them, but rather a strong sense of tacit understanding.

Inside the pavilion, three distinguished figures sat facing each other. If a discerning person were to see them, they would be astonished to discover that they were the most powerful people in the border region, the rulers of the states of Qi, Nian, and Song.

The three rulers appeared calm, but only they knew the bitterness in their hearts.

It is unclear when exactly, but a hidden force gradually took control of the entire border region. By the time the three kingdoms realized what was happening, it was too late. In the end, they were also swallowed up by the shadows and became pawns in the hands of the controller.

In comparison, Shen Tu Cheng, the ruler of Qi, had at least seen some of the truth, while the rulers of Nian and Song were truly quite confused.

The arrival of the three rulers at this time was naturally at the request of the person behind the scenes, who wanted them to sign an agreement on a three-way alliance. This agreement not only involved politics and military affairs, but also commerce and people's livelihood. It can be said that if the agreement is implemented, the three kingdoms will be completely merged into one country in a few years.

The agreement was certainly beneficial to the common people, but it was a different story for the princes and nobles who stood at the pinnacle of the Three Kingdoms.

But knowing this, what can they do?

The three rulers looked at each other, and finally signed and sealed the agreement, declaring its legitimacy.

Later generations regarded this event as a turning point in history, and it is known as the "Alliance of Yuting".

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Standing atop the mountain, looking up at the clear blue sky, Wudangpai Mellen said softly, "The sky is so blue, what a fine day."

Light footsteps sounded, and the Supreme Elder came to Mellen's side and asked, "There are still eight or nine years left before the end of the training. What do you plan to do?"

Mellen chuckled, "Of course, let's start with a grand opening!"

One day later, the Great Yu went to the capital.

Without warning, Mellen arrived in the capital and stood high in the sky, looking down at the royal city with tens of millions of people. As far as the eye could see, there were red walls and green tiles, showing a prosperous and magnificent scene.

Mellen's figure was quickly spotted by people in the capital, causing quite a stir.

However, the capital was not some rural town. Although they were shocked and discussed it, they understood that this was the arrival of a martial saint, and they would not worship Mellen as a god.

Soon, several figures took to the air and flew towards where Mellen was. At the same time, a large army was also gathering at the military training ground in Shangjing.

Before a martial arts master in magnificent robes even arrived, a shout rang out from afar: "Who are you?! No one is allowed to run rampant in the capital! Don't you even know such a simple rule?!"

Another person suddenly exclaimed softly, "Is that Mr. Mei Lun of the Wudang Sect? You are a good friend of Prince Jing. There must be some misunderstanding here. Why don't we go down and talk it over?"

The third person also said, "Even if he is a friend of Prince Jing, this action was somewhat reckless. However, ignorance is no excuse. Mr. Mellen probably doesn't understand the rules of the capital. It's understandable, very understandable."

As they spoke, the three martial saints had already arrived in front of Mellen. Although one played the good cop, one the bad cop, and the other the peacemaker, all trying to keep the peace as much as possible, their positions were to surround Mellen. If Mellen made any move, they could join forces to launch a thunderous attack.

Mellen glanced at the three of them, then chuckled and said, "Indeed, it's not a misunderstanding."

Before the three could react to the meaning of those words, they saw Mellen lightly swing a palm forward.

This palm strike was clearly weak and powerless, but the three people's expressions changed drastically, and they were suddenly forced back.

The first person to speak exclaimed in astonishment, "This is... the power of celestial phenomena?! Peak Martial Saint?!"

"Phew!"

Suddenly, a howling wind arose, and the palm strike split into three, transforming into nearly tangible chains that shot towards the three of them. No matter how they dodged and weaved, they could not escape.