I drew a talisman to save the sun from its bleeding state.

Chapter 103 The Sword Cultivation Genius Cried Loudly

Zhou Zheng laughed for a while before stopping, and said, "As long as you are willing to do one good deed a day or do one great good deed, and pray to the heavens that you did it because of me, I will let you win."

The sword-cultivating genius asked suspiciously, "Is it really that simple?"

Zhou Zheng shrugged: "I'm accumulating merit, it's that simple."

The sword-cultivating genius immediately pulled out a stack of talismans from his storage ring and affixed them to his body. He also took two spirit talismans from a helpful talisman cultivator and activated them by affixing them to his body. He jumped up from the ground, pulled out a new white rainbow sword, and shouted, "Come and fight! Let's fight until the end of time!"

Everyone continued to observe and were in no hurry to get involved. Although they were eager to regain their lost face, what if this scoundrel with no moral bottom line was trying to scam people? They decided to let the brainless sword cultivator try his luck first.

The female music composer played her flute to buff the sword-wielding genius. Others who could apply buffs did so to increase his chances of winning.

Zhou Zheng pulled out his Dragon-Slaying Sword: "How about we have a little spar? I'll teach you some useful skills while I'm at it."

The sword-wielding prodigy recoiled several steps back upon seeing Zhou Zheng pull out the Dragon-Wandering Sword: "Are you sure you're not kidding me into going to get a beating? What are you doing with that sword?"

Zhou Zheng: "...? If I fight you, what am I supposed to use if not a sword? Besides, am I really that awful?"

The sword-wielding genius took out his phone, opened the forum, and found the latest post, which was Zhou Zheng's Thunder Post.

Zhou Zheng: "Stop talking nonsense, do you want to win or not?"

The sword-wielding prodigy was a little afraid of falling into a trap, but considering that being beaten 0 to 4 was really bad news, he could only press on with his sword: "Alright, alright, let's fight!"

As the two approached, their swords clashed in a pure and simple swordsmanship contest; Zhou Zheng did not use brute force to overpower his opponent.

The sword-wielding prodigy cautiously struck a few times, then burst into laughter: "Brother Zhou, your swordsmanship isn't that great! You're like a complete beginner!"

Zhou Zheng laughed: "I'm not an all-powerful king. I just have a talent for cultivation and learning supernatural abilities."

My swordsmanship proficiency is only 17 points, which is indeed inferior to the sword geniuses who specialize in swordsmanship.

The sword-wielding genius laughed so hard his white rainbow sword trembled: "I could beat you even with a dog on my leash, hahaha!"

Zhou Zheng raised an eyebrow, the world before him slowed down, and he activated the True Meaning of the Soaring Dragon, attaching it to the sword.

"Whoosh!"

The sword-wielding genius narrowly avoided the sword light aimed at his face. Startled, he summoned the Golden Rending Divine Sword again and activated it. Only after seeing the sword magic on the Wandering Dragon Sword dissipate did he cautiously release his own magic. Looking up at Zhou Zheng's expression, he gave a sheepish smile.

He has already behaved himself.

Brother Zhou doesn't understand swordsmanship, but he does understand supernatural powers.

Zhou Zheng: "You are indeed a genius, and my understanding of swordsmanship is certainly inferior to yours, so I cannot offer you any guidance. However, I can borrow your future to tell you which aspects you can correct."

Sword cultivation genius: "Borrow my future? How?"

Zhou Zheng used his sword to force back the sword cultivator genius, took a few steps back, and stared at the sword cultivator genius as he initiated a destiny deduction.

The sword-wielding genius was completely bewildered, repeatedly checking his attire: "It's alright, I didn't expose myself, so what's going on?"

Zhou Zheng held his sword, gathered metal-elemental spiritual power, and imitated the release of the Golden Splitting Divine Sword technique, thrusting it straight forward.

"Crack!"

The imitation was somewhat clumsy, but extremely similar in spirit; a faint golden sword blade pierced through the air and then dissipated.

Sword cultivation genius: "...Were you just practicing my sword techniques?"

Zhou Zheng: "Ignore this problem. Look at my stance and the point of force exertion. Pay attention to these points and correct them, and you will immediately improve the power of your swordsmanship."

Zhou Zheng then imitated the appearance of the future vision of the sword cultivator genius, and once again imitated the release of the illusory golden sword edge.

The sword-wielding genius was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He forced back his tears and watched the whole thing, only to discover that Brother Zhou was imitating his own physique and strength, correcting his own mistakes in the details. He realized that he only needed to practice diligently to improve.

Zhou Zheng: "Come on, you unleash the Golden-Splitting Divine Sword too, let's have a contest."

The sword-cultivation genius cried as he summoned the Rending Gold Divine Sword and stabbed at it.

Without a doubt, the genuine product completely crushed the inferior counterfeit.

Zhou Zheng was very satisfied: "Look, your swordsmanship has improved. You really are a genius, you grasped it so quickly. You win."

The sword-wielding genius turned and walked away, crying loudly.

Zhou Zheng shouted, "Don't forget to do good deeds!"

The sword-wielding genius cried even louder.

Zhou Zheng: "...She's so hard to please, why is she crying? Brother Liu, your method isn't right either, or was my advice wrong? Why is she crying?"

On the judges' stage, Liu Zhen covered his face: "I told you to give pointers on what you're good at, not to give pointers on what others are good at."

You share what you're good at; if others can understand it, great; if not, then forget it.

Why are you giving pointers on what others are good at, and then teaching them what you're learning on the spot? Anyone would be driven crazy in that situation.

Zhou Zheng shouted at the sword cultivator genius, "Hey! You won! Do you still stand by your promise?!"

"Fine, waaaaah! Waaaah!"

The sword-wielding prodigy sat outside the arena, crying uncontrollably, tears streaming down his face. He was heartbroken. This young man in his early twenties was crying like a child.

Zhou Zheng touched his neck and looked at Fu Xiu: "Are you willing to do a good deed in exchange for winning once?"

Fu Xiu remained relatively calm: "Okay!"

Those who are skilled should be prioritized. Brother Zhou is clearly better than me in the art of talismans, so I should learn from those who are skilled.

Three minutes later.

Fu Xiu watched as Zhou Zheng finished drawing the talisman with his bare hands and looked at him with expectant eyes.

Fu Xiu remained silent for a moment, then put all the cinnabar pen and materials in his hand into his storage ring: "Fuck you, I'm not learning anymore."

I came here to learn technical skills, and you're showing me magic tricks?

I'll fucking swear, what the hell am I supposed to learn!

How am I supposed to learn this?!

Fu Xiu spoke up first: "I'll do the good deeds, you don't need to teach. You're not suited to teaching!"

After saying that, Fu Xiu turned and left with a resolute air.

The martial arts-trained girl raised her hand and jogged over: "I'll learn! If they won't, I will! Brother Zhou, how are you so strong in combat?!"

A bunch of fragile people should humbly learn from the strong!

Zhou Zheng smiled more: "Isn't there always war going on outside? I spent six to eight years fighting and training outside."

The martial arts girl turned around smoothly on the floor, as if she hadn't heard anything, and glided away.

That's too hardcore; I can't learn it.

The body cultivator, skeptical, came over and asked, "Brother Zhou, how do I increase my defense?"

Zhou Zheng's eyes lit up: "I know this best! Muscles only grow on diligent people! You just need to train hard to get stronger!"

The body cultivator blinked: "That's it?"

Zhou Zheng: "That's all."

The body cultivator had a feeling of having heard but not really heard: "But Brother Zhou, I train every day too, how come my defense isn't as strong as yours? Your defensive ability is twice that of an average body cultivator, right?"

Although Brother Zhou humbly claimed he was inferior to a peak Qi Refining stage body cultivator, no one knew exactly which peak body cultivator he was inferior to. The Rending Gold Divine Sword could cleave any cultivator of the same level in two, yet Brother Zhou managed to withstand it with his shoulder; it was unclear what aspect of his defensive capabilities he was dissatisfied with.

Zhou Zheng scratched his head: "Then why don't you practice a few more low-level defensive internal skills? As long as you train diligently, you can become stronger."

Body Cultivator: "Alright... In short, being diligent is enough?"

Zhou Zheng: "Just be diligent, keep it up!"

The body cultivator left satisfied.

Zhou Zheng looked expectantly at the next genius, trying to persuade him.

The female audio editor said, "Brother Zhou, you can't teach me anything. I'm an audio editor. I don't think you understand this area."

Zhou Zheng stroked his chin, activated his destiny calculation, and said, "If you do enough good deeds, I can grant you one wish. For example, I can customize a sound cultivation magic weapon for you, which can enhance the power of sound cultivation techniques by utilizing the difference in magical power."

The audio editing girl: "Deal! From now on, I'll be a great person!"

Zhou Zheng smiled with satisfaction. Although he didn't know why the geniuses were unwilling to win a martial arts competition, seeing that everyone was willing to do good deeds and accumulate merit by asking questions and customizing magical artifacts made his goal complete.

Hey, it's just a matter of replicating a supernatural power using fate calculation, why are you all so afraid of hurting your self-esteem?

The sword-wielding prodigy sat outside the arena, wailing, while the elder who had accompanied him patiently comforted him.