I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city

How could I be intimidated by just a glance from Wang Longhu? If this got out, it would be incredibly embarrassing.

Although Spirit is an ethereal existence, formless and bodyless.

But it indeed exists, for instance, when seasoned warriors retire, people dare not speak loudly with them.

Those who have been in high positions for a long time can silence ordinary people with just a glance, reducing them to ants; this is the manifestation of high Spirit.

To enhance your Spirit, it needs nurturing. High position, years of battle, and broadening horizons are all ways to elevate Spirit.

After the young Daoist left, Wang Longhu began to explore Zhenwu Temple. Although this temple was old and not famous on Wudang Mountain, many things inside it were full of historical sense, clearly old artifacts.

"Brother Changfeng! Brother Changfeng! The Japanese martial arts exchange group is here! Want to go take a look?"

Just then, as Wang Longhu was exploring, a younger-looking Daoist rushed in from outside the temple. He was holding up his robe's hem, and upon seeing only Wang Longhu inside, he froze in surprise: "Why is there someone here at Zhenwu Temple today? How curious."

"Greetings to the Daoist." Although the other looked young, he was wearing a blue Daoist robe, so Wang Longhu politely saluted.

"Oh, no need for politeness. Are you Brother Changfeng's friend from the foot of the mountain? Normally, outsiders wouldn't visit Zhenwu Temple." The young Daoist had a friendly nature and immediately started chatting with Wang Longhu.

"Not exactly, I'm here to find someone. Daoist, the martial arts exchange group you mentioned is?" Wang Longhu asked curiously.

"It's those Japanese folks, with nothing better to do, organizing trips to the mainland every few years for martial arts exchanges. Every time they win, they put on airs, acting like something else."

Wang Longhu was puzzled: "Every time? Haven't we ever won?"

"No, every time they come, they seem to have some real skills. Our Wudang Sect brothers are no match, and honestly, the masters and uncles don't care. They all say that the new and middle-aged generations really capable are no longer in Wudang."

The young Daoist spread his hands, appearing resigned yet used to it.

Wang Longhu slightly furrowed his brows. Even though it was just a martial arts exchange, it was after all a competition between the two countries' martial arts. If the country kept losing, Wang Longhu couldn't accept it.

After all, although he hadn't been practicing martial arts for long, he was a domestic martial artist, and if Wudang martial artists were humiliated, it was tantamount to himself being humiliated.

If word got out, others might even think that the nation was devoid of talent.

The young Daoist trembled all over, uncertain why Wang Longhu's slight frown suddenly made him feel uneasy.

"Three Lakes, why are you here?"

At this moment, the young Daoist who had previously been scared by Wang Longhu came over, followed by a short and plump elder Daoist just over 1.6 meters tall.

A large red-nosed Daoist with a scruffy grey-white beard down to his chest that wasn't trimmed, his eyes looked muddled, appearing very unkempt.

"Brother Changfeng, I'm here to invite you to watch the Japanese martial arts exchange group. This time the match venue is hosted at the Purple Cloud Palace; it's quite lively."

"Anyway we're bound to lose, watching at the scene only to see the arrogance of those Japanese; it's the same every time, nothing worth seeing." Daoist Changfeng shook his head in disappointment, clearly angry about the matter.

"You lot haven't been much use, as I've told you to practice more often, enduring hardships. Martial arts can defeat tigers, but we still endure the arrogance of those Japanese every year." The old Daoist grunted unhappily, stepping in front of Wang Longhu and asking, "Are you here looking for Tianle?"

"Yes, I have a letter from a friend of Daoist Tianle to deliver." Wang Longhu nodded quickly.

If this person knew Tianle, then there might be hope.

"Tianle went out traveling ten years ago and hasn't returned since. Forget finding him; even I have no way to find him now. Leave the letter here if it's not urgent; I'll deliver it when he returns." The old Daoist stroked his beard, sounding helpless.

A hundred or so years ago, traveling for a Daoist was nothing unusual.

Going out for four or five years and returning was normal, considered training in the Daoist School.

But now, in the internet age, even Daoists have smartphones, their own social media, and can contact each other even without calls, using data from mobile phones.

Yet Daoist Tianle had disappeared silently for ten years, causing concern among his old Daoist friends.

Could something have happened outside, and he's already gone to the immortal realm?

Or was he trafficked to Myanmar for scams?

"Ten years!" Wang Longhu was stunned; how was this different from him being no longer around?

Looking at the letter in his hand, Wang Longhu suddenly felt disheartened: "Never mind, since Daoist Tianle is not here, let it be."

The old Daoist saw Wang Longhu's disappointed look and casually said, "Judging by your appearance, you seem to seek Tianle for more than just delivering a letter. If there's something important, why not tell me, perhaps I can assist."

Wang Longhu hesitated a little, "Daoist, do you know which Daoists on Wudang Mountain can perform Fishing Toad Force?"

The old Daoist's eyes showed a hint of interest: "Fishing Toad Force... Young man, you know quite a bit, do you?"

Wang Longhu nodded: "Yes, I'm not one to beat around the bush, Daoist, I've come to Wudang to learn the Fishing Toad Force, to train in Huajin."

The old Daoist's eyes instantly turned from casual to serious: "Your accent doesn't sound local, coming to Wudang isn't easy, why not join and watch today's martial arts exchange between the two countries? We've always held this internally over the past years, never opened to the public, nor arranged any live broadcasts; you came at the right time today to observe."

"Martial arts exchange..." Seeing the old Daoist not directly answering his question, Wang Longhu was a bit puzzled.

But thinking it over, he soon understood the reason, after all, everyone was an adult now, and in the unspoken rules of adults, not promising immediately meant refusal.

Fishing Toad Force was a secret technique of Wudang that naturally wouldn't be easily taught to strangers.

"No rush, come along and check it out." The old Daoist smiled, stroking his beard, sidled past Wang Longhu, and walked outside the temple.

Seeing this, the Daoists Changfeng and Three Lakes hurriedly followed. With the old Daoist indicating going to the martial arts exchange, they naturally couldn't not follow.

Wang Longhu scratched his head; the elder Daoist didn't seem to be outright refusing, maybe there was still a chance.

Since starting martial arts training, Wang Longhu hadn't yet attended a domestic large-scale martial arts event; today's look at Wudang's event might provide some insights.

Thus, Wang Longhu strode along.

The group of four walked through the mountains, soon reaching the venue of the martial arts exchange, the Purple Cloud Palace.

The Purple Cloud Palace, one of the most famous halls in Wudang, for today's exchange, was closed off to outsiders.

Only Wudang Daoists and the Japanese martial arts exchange group could enter, and Wang Longhu benefitted from being associated with the three from the old Daoist.

The Daoist guarding the entrance to the Purple Cloud Palace saw Wang Longhu was with the old Daoist and let him through without questioning his identity.

Beyond the gate, within a hundred meters was a spacious area, already crowded with many robe-wearing Daoists, all focused on the center, tiptoeing to observe, making for a lively scene.