Wang Xuan raised an eyebrow in confusion, momentarily interrupting Old Chen. "Hold on, Old Chen. Something doesn't add up. Ever since you picked up the Bodhisattva Fist from that ghost monk, you haven’t been considering a switch to Buddhism, have you? Why am I hearing terms reserved for ancient Buddhas in the stages you're describing?"0

Old Chen chuckled, shaking his head. "The complexities of Buddhism are overwhelming. Their frequent choice to renounce the physical world unnerves me. I'm alright learning their martial techniques, like the Bodhisattva Fist, but delving into their core spiritual teachings? That's daunting. I fear I might get too engulfed and, in a moment of folly, immolate myself, hoping to become a sacred relic."3

Qing Mu blinked, finding a newfound appreciation for his master's prudent nature. Meeting Wang Xuan's gaze, Old Chen remarked with a tinge of amusement, "You immediately linking 'Illumination' to Buddhism is unexpected. You should immerse yourself more in the literature of the old arts to deepen your insights."0

Wang Xuan suppressed a smirk. Is Old Chen indirectly teasing him with this seemingly earnest advice?With genuine concern, Old Chen recommended that Wang Xuan dive into the Daoist scriptures and pore over the old arts' annals, highlighting their transformative potential.0

Biting back a retort, Wang Xuan resignedly nodded, realizing that now wasn't the...0