Perception is the rarest resource and the hardest currency in Jing Country.

When your perception isn’t strong enough, you can only sense the incense in the human world, but if it’s powerful, it can distort reality.

Of course, the extent to which reality can be distorted also varies with the rise of perception, leading to different demarcations.

Zhao Longhu is a Taoist, and the perception of a Taoist is somewhat stronger than that of other Tangkou. Plus, he was already at a high level, aiming to use perception to burn the core components of the camera wouldn’t normally be difficult,

but the situation he faced now was anything but normal—because of the existence of the monster Zhou Xuan.

This was a contest of perception, but the difference between the two sides was too vast,

Zhou Xuan immediately and precisely captured the perception dispersed by Zhao Longhu.

This perception, to him, was like a layer of mist that couldn’t be any thinner, quite feeble,

"Such perception dares to step onto the battlefield as a general."

Zhou Xuan immediately transformed his own perception into a gentle drizzle, silently soaking into that thin mist.

At the same time, Zhou Xuan also infused some "hidden little knowledge" into Zhao Longhu’s consciousness through his perception, forming a mental contamination.

This little knowledge mainly came from his hard drive in a past life, containing sincere contributions from various "old artists," incredibly forthright, things like "Teacher Jize" and "Teacher Xiao Ze,"

Various charming images accumulated, and when they gathered enough, they detonated a core explosion in Zhao Longhu’s body.

This second senior brother from Dunjia Mountain suddenly felt everything around him change.

The overwhelming audience who came to listen, the media friends in neat attire, they all turned into one stunning woman after another.

Every type imaginable,

there were poor girls who couldn’t afford to fix the plumbing, dedicated career women sacrificing for achievements, and those sweating it out at the gym...

Cute, playful, fiery, wielding small whips, with a queen’s aura of return...

Confusion amidst dazzling flowers that gradually enchanted the eyes,

for Zhao Longhu, the whole world was women, the whole world was white legs.

"I’m a Taoist priest, my mind is like calm water, like calm water."

Zhao Longhu kept chanting the Taoist Heart Sutra, trying to resist this exceedingly exaggerated seductive temptation.

"Master Tao, your physique is so strong."

"Master Tao, I’d like to study at your Daoist Temple, but I really can’t afford the incense money, how about..."

"Master Tao, my husband isn’t home today."

One beautiful teacher after another, lightly slipping off their shirts, throwing themselves into embrace.

"Come, whip me, use all your strength, whip me to death."

A big-sized girl handed Zhao Longhu an exceptionally thick whip,

This wasn’t a whip, it was clearly the last straw that broke Zhao Longhu’s will.

His heart was utterly bewildered.

"What Taoist Scripture, becoming a Taoist, I want liberation!"

"I want freedom."

"I want all those white legs."

Zhao Longhu could no longer hold back, grabbing the collar of his Daoist robe with both hands and tearing it fiercely.

"Pfft!"

...

The large crowd of onlookers, reporters, and radio staff were dumbfounded,

It was clearly such a solemn scene,

with Zhao Longhu, under the name of the Qintianjian in the Capital City, coming to capture Zhou Xuan, giving a speech with such a powerful aura,

but how long had it been,

this Taoist from Dunjia Mountain, actually, in front of so many people, swiftly took off all his Daoist robe and undergarments,

The action so swift that even Zhao Youting, who was not far from him, didn’t react in time.

To say Zhao Longhu’s actions were seamless, clothes stripped off, and then stark naked, wriggling towards the surrounding air.

"This is..."

"Is he air-loving?"

"What are you all standing there for? Take pictures!"

The media friends were ecstatic—within the Capital Mansion, such a famous Great Taoist performing such an exaggerated spectacle before the people of Mingjiang Prefecture, if it made the papers, they would sell like crazy.

For a moment, the cameras clicked nonstop, the flashlights seemed to light up without dimming.

Zhao Youting was beside himself, he tried persuasively to get Zhao Longhu dressed; "Senior brother, don’t do this, please don’t do this."

Zhao Longhu ignored this, pushing Zhao Youting aside, continuing his wriggling.

"Mental Clarity."

While Zhao Longhu was frenzied with the beautiful teachers in front of him, Hulu Taoist’s voice echoed in his mind.

And it was at this moment that his mind had a brief moment of clarity, and the teachers before his eyes swiftly disappeared,

replaced by him seeing himself bare-bottomed, being chased and photographed by a group of reporters.

"Mr. Zhao, wiggle your body, so we can get a better silvery shot of you."

"Taoist master, has anyone ever told you, your skin is really fair."

"Damn."

Zhao Longhu immediately discerned the situation before him, and immediately turned around, rushing towards his clothes,

but halfway through, he stopped, as the beautiful teachers were again vividly enticing him.

He stopped his clothes-retrieving journey, striking poses at the spot...

...

"Well, Zhao Longhu has some expert backing him."

In the Turtle Mountain Taoist Temple, Zhou Xuan only noticed a very magnificent perception poured into Zhao Longhu’s body, isolating Zhou Xuan’s perception.

This was the perception of the Hulu Taoist,