In the Tai Chi Master Plane,
Master Jueyuan looked at Junbao, who had successfully mastered the ultimate martial art, with a face full of gratification. "Phew, thank goodness. Junbao didn't fail the commission; he really managed to comprehend his own martial arts from that scroll of qigong mental cultivation methods. Wonderful, simply wonderful! It's just a pity for Tianbao. His martial arts talent is by no means inferior to Junbao's; it's just that his temperament is far too impetuous, shackled by the mortal world and blinded by power and fame, unable to see his own Dao!"
Meanwhile, looking at his own moves on the Celestial Screen, Junbao had gained a small enlightenment after reciting the qigong manual repeatedly throughout the night. He began to mimic the actions shown on the Celestial Screen, yet he could not quite master the essence, seeming to lack something vital.
"Junbao, what are you doing?"
"Ah, Tianbao, you're awake! Look, Tianbao, this is the martial art I'm going to create in the future, but I feel like I'm missing something."
"Missing what? With these limp, snail-paced moves of yours—I'm not mocking you, Junbao, but before you even throw a punch, someone could land a good half-dozen blows on you! Spare me, all of this is fake. I've finally seen through the fact that Heaven is deliberately messing with me!"
"Don't be like that, Tianbao. Every dark cloud has a silver lining; I think Heaven is helping us. It's letting us see some misfortunes that might happen in …
Chapter 677