Shen Xinzi stood under the tree, also lost in thought.
Unlike You Yingying who had already come to terms with things, he was still puzzled.
He was shocked by Sword Venerable Fudao’s power, and doubted his own thoughts.
Based on his investigation these past few days, Sword Venerable Fudao absolutely was a great power who cared for the common people, capable of correcting a sect’s behavior and reaching out to save the world.
With Sword Venerable Fudao’s cultivation level, he surely could see through You Yingying’s karmic ties.
Did he really not want anyone causing slaughter in the Supreme Sect, or did he think You Yingying shouldn’t be killed?
Shen Xinzi’s mind was in turmoil until Nine-Finger Divine Lord came to Medicine Valley to play Go, and only then was he awakened by him.
“Why are you in such a state? Did you encounter Sword Venerable Fudao?” Nine-Finger Divine Lord asked with a smile, standing before Shen Xinzi.
Shen Xinzi closed his eyes and uttered a “Amitabha”.
The smile faded from Nine-Finger Divine Lord’s face. He frowned, his expression serious, and said in a deep voice, “You really dared to act? Are you courting death? I’ve heard that Divine Strange Ghost King Heaven Unpredictable was directly crushed by Sword Venerable Fudao, and it is said that Heaven Unpredictable had already reached the pinnacle of the Heaven and Earth Flying Immortal realm!”
Shen Xinzi still kept his eyes closed, seemingly indifferent.
Nine-Finger Divine Lord noticed his left hand trembling within his sleeve.
This kid wasn’t scared half to death, was he?
Nine-Finger Divine Lord thought to himself, and suddenly found it amusing.
It was rare to see him this frightened.
“Come, let’s play Go. There is wisdom in black and white that can help you understand.”
Nine-Finger Divine Lord pulled Shen Xinzi along, chattering as they walked.
“I have to say, Gu An does have a certain divine nature. To create such a profound game of Go, either he has an extraordinary master behind him, or he was guided in his dreams by an immortal.”
Shen Xinzi, in a daze, did not really listen.
However, in the following days, through playing Go, the anxiety and confusion in his mind began to dissipate, and he also came to understand Nine-Finger Divine Lord’s words.
This game of Go was indeed extraordinary!
…
The cold winter finally passed, and the Spring Festival of the Supreme Sect came around once more.
It was worth mentioning that, through the promotion of Li Xuandao, people across the world had begun to celebrate the Spring Festival.
In the Third Medicine Valley,
Li Lingtian stood beside Yang Jian, his hands on his hips, as he looked at Shen Xinzi under the distant tree, frowning, “Why hasn’t that monk left yet? Is he planning to stay here?”
Yang Jian was making lanterns beside him and replied nonchalantly, “He can stay if he wants, it’s none of your business. My master hasn’t chased you away either.”
Li Lingtian glared and said, “I’m different. I am your master’s junior brother, and your master has the best relationship with my brother, the emperor.”
Yang Jian suddenly looked at him and asked, “By the way, have you heard from your emperor brother? He is cultivating among the Star Sea Congregations and should be acquainted with An Hao, right?”
“No contact yet, but he does have a good relationship with An Hao. Both are already legendary geniuses in the Supreme Sect. Speaking of which, I haven’t seen them in person. Perhaps my emperor brother doesn’t even know of my existence.” Li Lingtian replied.
When he mentioned Li Ya, a trace of envy entered his tone.
“You could follow in your emperor brother’s footsteps. I’ve heard that the Taicang Dynasty and the Star Sea Congregations have also established a friendly cooperation. Your father, the emperor, must have some way.”
“Forget it, it’s better to cultivate with you. To be honest, I think you are the strongest genius in the world. My emperor brother and An Hao are nothing compared to you.”
Li Lingtian looked at Yang Jian seriously and said, expressing his genuine thoughts.
In this lifetime, he admired Yang Jian the most.
Not only was his talent unparalleled, but he also had the patience to cultivate diligently, avoiding the pursuit of empty fame.
“There’s no way I’m the strongest, and I also have a goal to pursue.” Yang Jian shook his head and laughed.
A goal to pursue?
Li Lingtian was immediately intrigued and began to ask, but unfortunately, Yang Jian would not say.
Elsewhere,
Gu An approached Shen Xinzi. At this moment, Shen Xinzi was sitting on the ground, engrossed in “Journey to the West”.
“Daoist Friend, the festival is approaching. Would you like to join us?” Gu An asked with a smile.
Shen Xinzi came to his senses, quickly got up, and saluted Gu An, saying, “Amitabha, thank you for the invitation. As a humble monk, I dare not refuse. What can I do to help?”
Gu An waved his hand with a smile, “You are a guest, there’s no need for you to do anything. Of course, if you are in the mood and have time to guide the disciples in the valley, I would be grateful.”
Shen Xinzi couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity, “Benefactor, what do you wish to learn?”
“Not for me, but for the disciples in the valley.”
“Doesn’t the benefactor seek the Mahayana Buddhist teachings and the immortal destiny?”
“Me? Forget it. My current life is pretty good. I don’t want to go out fighting and killing. I have a senior brother named Li Ya, who holds an Immortal Path Supreme Treasure. He’s incredibly powerful, but unfortunately, only I know the hardships he faces behind the glory. I’m timid by nature and dare not kill people, so it’s best for me to stay in Medicine Valley.”
Gu An laughed freely, causing Shen Xinzi to look at him with admiration.
They chatted for a while before Gu An took his leave.
Shen Xinzi watched his departing figure, filled with deep emotions.
This Medicine Valley, though small, was truly fascinating.
There were great cultivators who had achieved unparalleled heights, extraordinarily talented juniors, ill-fated disaster stars, and a valley master who had seen through life.
If he were to cultivate Buddhist teachings here, it might bring him greater enlightenment.
However, unfortunately, he still had to head to the Sea Breaking Rift.
If he could survive and return, he could cultivate here for hundreds of years.
Shen Xinzi silently thought, no longer caring about eliminating You Yingying.
With a great power like Sword Venerable Fudao watching over her, she shouldn’t cause any trouble.
…
In the palace, An Hao stood up and saluted his master, Sage Fuchen.
Sage Fuchen looked at An Hao with a sigh, “Hao’er, I didn’t expect you to have such a formidable master. As your teacher, I am basking in your glory.”
He had already learned about the incident where Heaven Unpredictable attacked the Star Sea Congregations, and he was shocked. He didn’t expect An Hao to have such a significant background.
“Master, you have taught me to cultivate and taken care of me. I will always remember your kindness.” An Hao replied seriously.
Ever since Sword Venerable Fudao intervened, An Hao’s status within the Star Sea Congregations had completely changed. Often, great cultivators visited him, showing care and concern, and even some noble families sought to introduce female disciples to him as Daoist friends, though he politely declined.
An Hao already had someone in his heart, but to him, nothing compared to the immortal cultivation path, so he had severed that relationship.
His master saved him from the jaws of a monster, not to let him indulge in love. He must reach the pinnacle of the immortal path and not let his master down!
Sage Fuchen smiled with satisfaction and then began to talk about the Sea Breaking Rift.
In the Sea Breaking Rift, more Divine Exotic Resentful Ghosts were appearing, and the nine Divine Exotic Ghost Kings were gathering. The great sects were preparing to launch a joint attack on the Divine Exotic Realm, and he had returned for this reason.
As he listened to his master describe the various bizarre and wonderful sights within the Divine Exotic Realm, An Hao became interested, wanting to explore it himself.
However, he ultimately suppressed the urge, knowing that time was precious and he had to devote all his time to cultivation to become capable as soon as possible.
“If this great battle goes smoothly, the World-Destroying Sea Tide will not erupt, which is an immense achievement!” Sage Fuchen said with burning eyes.
Achievement? But what use was that?
Sage Fuchen began to introduce the Holy Court, which broadened An Hao’s horizons, as he learned there was a ruling power in the mortal world.
The Land of Ten Thousand Immortals, it sounded imposing.
When Sage Fuchen spoke of the Lord of the Holy Court, Shengtian, An Hao fell into endless imagination.
The Lord of the Holy Court, ruling the mortal world, how powerful must that be.
Wouldn’t that be akin to the Heavenly Emperor in the “Investiture of the Gods” or the Jade Emperor in “Journey to the West”?
An Hao’s name also had “Hao” in it. Could he not become the Lord of All Realms, the Head of Immortals one day?
A flame of unparalleled ambition ignited in An Hao’s heart.
Since he was on the path of immortal cultivation, how could he not strive for the supreme throne?
…
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, twelve years had passed.
In the summer,
In a city, Gu An walked on the street in a green robe, accompanied by a woman clad in white, with a hat and veil concealing her face.
This woman was Ji Xiaoyu.
“Why come to this city?” Ji Xiaoyu curiously asked.
At the beginning of the year, she had told Gu An she wanted to go out and see the mortal world and comprehend the Dao, hoping Gu An could accompany her. Initially, Gu An did not agree, but she kept bringing it up, and he eventually gave in.
“One of my junior brothers lives in this city.” Gu An answered, then recounted his acquaintance with Xiaochuan.
Ji Xiaoyu listened attentively, her heart touched.
Indeed.
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Xiaochuan’s decision to give up the immortal path deeply moved her.
Of course, she only admired Xiaochuan’s determination. She would never give up on immortal cultivation.
They chatted as they walked.
They entered an inn and went to a window seat on the second floor.
Ji Xiaoyu asked, “If Xiaochuan passes away first, will you be sad?”
Gu An was already a Core Formation Realm cultivator, certain to outlive Xiaochuan.
Gu An smiled, “If he leaves without regret, I won’t be sad. Even if he passes, I will always hold a place for him in my heart.”
Ji Xiaoyu nodded.
Gu An teased, “If I pass away, will you be sad?”
Ji Xiaoyu didn’t console him but thought through the question seriously and replied, “I will feel sad, but it won’t affect my emotions. I too will eventually reach the end. We will both enter reincarnation, it’s just a matter of who goes first.”
“You have a clear perspective, not disappointing my teachings over the years.”
“What have you taught me?”
“My words, my actions, they influence you.”
“True.”
Ji Xiaoyu nodded in agreement, making Gu An smile more broadly.
This girl was so easily tricked; she was even more fun than in their past lives.
Just as Gu An was about to speak, a sound of breaking through the air came from the sky.
“Make way! Make way!”
A rude voice echoed above the city, drawing Gu An and Ji Xiaoyu’s attention. They turned to see a sea dragon flying low, stirring up debris along its path.
On the sea dragon’s head stood a young boy!