Wen Yan didn’t interrupt, he saluted from afar and went to find the Fourth Great-Uncle Master.

Within Fuyu Mountain, the most knowledgeable is the Fourth Great-Uncle Master, and the strongest in combat is the Third Great-Uncle Master. However, the Third Great-Uncle Master needs to guard the Mountain Sect for long periods and seldom goes out.

Wen Yan arrived at the place for morning practice inside the mountain. As soon as he entered, he heard quite a few disciples chanting scriptures, and some young children practicing boxing to build a foundation in the courtyard.

The Seventh Great-Uncle Master sat astride like a Golden Blade Steed, personally supervising the disciples practicing their boxing.

When Wen Yan arrived, the Seventh Great-Uncle Master had a long face, muttering unknown words. As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he could hear the Seventh Great-Uncle Master’s loud voice.

Wen Yan took a few steps inside and saw the Seventh Great-Uncle Master stand up and wave at him from a distance.

"Just in time, come, teach these little guys the Scorching Sun Fist."

"Seventh Great-Uncle Master, with my level, I shouldn’t mislead the disciples, right?" Wen Yan said with an amused helplessness, repeatedly declining. The First Phase of Scorching Sun Fist is indeed suitable for building a foundation, but he had only practiced it for a few days.

Teaching people isn’t about who’s stronger, but about who’s more familiar, who practices well, and who can teach better, providing a better foundation for the younger disciples.

"No worries, practicing once will at least dispel the cold for these little guys and open their eyes, otherwise their enthusiasm wouldn’t be great."

At this, the Seventh Great-Uncle Master was somewhat embarrassed, because everyone in the sect, including himself, only used the First Phase of the Scorching Sun Fist to build a foundation. Even those disciples who later chose to focus on the Martial Path never took the First Phase of Scorching Sun Fist seriously, all practiced other boxing techniques.

Even for someone as skilled as Qin Kun, it wasn’t exactly convincing to speak of it.

Wen Yan was the only one who practiced the Scorching Sun Fist and found some profound understanding in it.

Wen Yan looked at his fellow disciples and the middle-aged Taoists of the previous generation, and he understood.

The Seventh Great-Uncle Master didn’t want to fool the new disciples with other boxing techniques...

This time Wen Yan didn’t refuse. He moved to the open space, calmed his mind, and began to recall the experiences when he first learned boxing, as the Yang Energy within him started to flourish. He set up his stance and began practicing the boxing technique.

Each move looked quite simple, but once the Yang Energy started to be mobilized, the Yang Energy within Wen Yan began to surge upwards along a stable curve.

The morning sun and its gentle warmth seemed unable to match what emanated from Wen Yan.

Puffs of water vapor rose, turning into mist and spreading outwards. Those new disciples standing nearby looked at Wen Yan in shock.

They might not see the materialization of Yang Energy but could feel its increasingly overwhelming yet exceptionally gentle warmth, seeing the morning mist being gently pushed into the distance as if by a pair of big hands.

Their bodies seemed to perceive pulses from their bodies, blood, hearts, and the rhythm of Yang Energy.

Several talented disciples and Guo Daoquan, endowed with a special profession of Enlightenment Orphan, felt it most clearly.

They saw clearly that what Wen Yan demonstrated was just the basic Scorching Sun Fist, very ordinary, identical to what they practiced.

And everything corresponded so harmoniously, as if it ought to be so.

The Seventh Great-Uncle Master also watched this scene with a smile.

In spreading the doctrine and resolving doubts, he didn’t want to deceive these new disciples. Though he could use authority to casually find a higher-ranking disciple to fool them and inspire these new disciples’ enthusiasm.

Even if he did it himself, it wouldn’t have the effect of Wen Yan’s demonstration.

Because Wen Yan is currently the pinnacle in practicing the Scorching Sun Fist.

Or rather, the pinnacle since the appearance of the Scorching Sun Fist.

The Thirteenth Ancestor who created the initial form of Scorching Sun Fist, and the Sixteenth Ancestor who subsequently perfected and truly made Scorching Sun Fist recognized, weren’t even as high as Wen Yan is now, solely on Scorching Sun Fist.

After performing the First Phase of Scorching Sun Fist, Wen Yan stopped, fearing that continuing would immediately label him as the Tuoba Martial God on Fuyu Mountain.

After finishing, he calmly retracted his Yang Energy and looked at the little guys with faces full of awe, smiling slightly.

"Work hard, truly laying a good foundation is crucial. If the foundation is unstable, future endeavors will require double the effort for half the result."

Wen Yan didn’t hurry to leave. He mingled to make himself known, greeted each little guy, and patted Guo Daoquan’s head.

An Enlightenment Orphan is somewhat like having a protagonist template; as long as they don’t accept defeat, as long as they withstand hardships without losing their spirit, there will be a time for them to soar to great heights.

"Work hard. Talent isn’t the most essential factor. Having firm willpower, patience, and steadfastness is more critical."

After offering some inspiration, Wen Yan turned to head to the place where scriptures were being chanted.

Here, the disciples studying the classics are at least in their teens, with some in their twenties, thirties, and even some appearing in their forties.

As Wen Yan listened to them chanting scriptures, it seemed some were looking at texts, struggling with their reading, which put him at ease.

It appears everyone’s the same.

A bunch of disciples, much like students in school, each with their desk, engrossed in chanting scriptures.

Wen Yan raised his head to see the Fourth Great-Uncle Master sitting at the lectern in the classroom, with a darkened wooden plaque hanging behind him.

On the plaque, ancient characters were written.

"When disciples study the scriptures, all gods must avoid."

The next moment, a prompt appeared before Wen Yan’s eyes.

"Avoidance Plaque."

"In the many years since the establishment of the Celestial Court, there have been instances where disciples mistakenly recite the Precious Decree and invoke the gods while studying scriptures.

Later on, a Patriarch wrote this Avoidance Plaque upon his ascension, establishing an agreement with the gods.

When a plaque bearing ’When disciples study the scriptures, all gods must avoid’ is present, it is the time for disciples to study scriptures and familiarize themselves with the Precious Decree.

If any disciple chants the Precious Decree and recites the names of gods, it will be ignored."

Upon seeing this plaque, Wen Yan’s eyes lit up like light bulbs.

As expected of the Three Mountains and Five Ridges, such profound heritage always appears in unexpected places.

Wen Yan glanced at the other scripture-chanting disciples; nobody paid attention to him, all busy with their tasks, then he briskly approached to look at the plaque, moving close to the Fourth Great-Uncle Master.

"Fourth Great-Uncle Master, which Patriarch wrote this plaque?"