Unparalleled Evildoer

Chapter 273 Face it calmly
After walking another hundred miles, they arrived at the seaside. Looking around, the water and the sky were one color, and the waves were magnificent. The waves washed the fine sand on the shore, making a rustling sound, bringing some coolness and making people feel refreshed.

'Thump..., thump...' Suddenly, the sound of a piano was heard coming from the sea. Wuzhe's heart was moved. The sound of the piano carried a kind of magical power that made people intoxicated. He hurriedly guarded his mind and wanted to warn everyone, but it was too late. After hearing the sound of the piano, the three disciples and Yunchu staggered and fell on the beach one after another.

Wuzhan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a boat floating on the sea. The boat was just an ordinary canoe, but the person inside was not an ordinary person. Wuzhan could feel the strong spiritual pressure emanating from that person, which made his breathing heavy.

The music of the piano did not stop, and Wuzhan did not ask any questions. He just stared at the boat quietly and listened to the music of the piano. The waves had stopped, the seabirds stayed in the sky, the sea surface was like a mirror, and everything in the world stayed at this moment.

It seems that there are only two people in this world, one is the player and the other is the listener.

The sound of the piano was melodious and beautiful, as if telling of a thousand years of sorrow and loneliness. Wuzhan had never heard such beautiful piano music before. This sound was definitely not something that an ordinary piano could produce, and this tune was definitely not something that existed in this world. However, it seemed familiar, as if he could play it along the tune.

The piano music seemed to end very briefly. After a long time, the person who was shot in the boat said, "Why did you do this?" The voice was pure but carried a kind of majesty.

Wuzhan stood with his hands behind his back and smiled slightly: "I don't understand what the Holy Spirit means." He had already guessed her identity.

"You should know what I mean."

Wuzhan said calmly, "I am free to live, and I don't care about the Holy Spirit."

"Only dead people don't bother."

Wuzhan said: "Then what is the Holy Spirit waiting for? Just take action."

After a long silence, the man on the boat sighed and said, "Even if I don't kill you, someone will come to kill you sooner or later."

Wuzhan asked, "Why do they want to kill me?"

"Because your presence will make them uneasy!"

Wuzhan snorted coldly and said, "I am just a mortal from the lower realm. How can I threaten them?"

"I believe Luo should have made it very clear that if you want to live long, you should hide and not use that power again."

Wuzhan said: "I am not Nirvana!"

"Your soul is dead, and the path you are on is the path of revenge. If you are not him, who would you be?"

"If there is a road, there will be people walking on it. Can the person walking on the same road only be the same person? Even if my soul belongs to him, I want to walk this life by myself."

"You're still so unreasonable!"

Wuzhan said: "Since you are sure that I am him, why didn't you kill me but saved me again?" This is the question that Wuzhan has always been puzzled about. This opportunity is rare.

After another silence, the voice of the person in the boat seemed to tremble a little, "Qin Moyao thought she had killed you, and she regretted it for three years... Maybe she waited too long, and when that person appeared, she didn't want it to end so quickly."

Wuzhe stared at the cabin. He could feel that pair of eyes were watching him through the curtains. It seemed that these eyes had existed since he was born and they knew everything about him.

Wuzhan had an inexplicable urge and wanted to jump onto the boat to take a look at the true appearance of the Queen Mother of the West.

Xuan Bingqian seemed to have sensed the impulse in Wuzhe's eyes, but the curtain was never opened. It was a mystery that only she knew best.

Wuzhan bowed and thanked him, "This time, the Heavenly Court was not alerted. I believe the Holy Spirit helped us secretly. I would like to thank the Holy Spirit here."

Xuan Bingqian said: "This is just the first time. If there is a next time, I will kill you first."

Wuzhan smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that my life is in the hands of the Holy Spirit."

"If you don't use your soul power, you will live a very long life, even as long as the heaven and the earth. But if you go against the will of heaven and stir up trouble, your life will not be too long."

Wuzhan said: "I want to ask the Holy Spirit something. Is there really a holy war in heaven?"

"Why do you ask that?"

"I want to know whether the creatures in the lower world are just ants in the eyes of God?"

"Yes, and it will come soon. What do you want to do?"

Wuzhe was silent for a long time, then spoke word by word: "I want to end the so-called holy war and let mortals become the masters of this barren land!"

Xuan Bingqian said coldly: "Do you know the current realm of the Immortal Lords? Even if they trapped you and almost killed you ten thousand years ago, now they have been practicing for so long and their realm is far beyond their reach. How can you fight them with your broken soul and your own strength? You are a lunatic!"

Wuzhan looked up to the sky and sighed, "No one knows what the way of heaven is. How can we know that the path they are taking is the right one? Just because they created the Heavenly Palace, enjoyed the best resources, crowned themselves as gods, controlled the lower world, and regarded all living beings as straw dogs, their path has gone astray. No matter how high their realm is, it is just a mistake. They cannot overcome the 'Three Disasters' and cannot reach the 'Infinite' realm. Although they have supreme magic power, they are just a shell. One day, it will collapse."

Xuan Bingqian sighed and said, "Perhaps by that time, you will have already been reduced to ashes."

The sea breeze blew, ruffling the black hair, blowing away the golden glow, and bringing the tranquility.

Wuzhan said: "When I was alive, I faced death every day. I worried whether I could wake up after closing my eyes and what would happen tomorrow. I didn't know, so I was afraid of death. But now, I have a new life, which makes me understand one thing: people should do something while they are alive, so that life can be more meaningful and they can face death calmly." "Okay, since you have chosen this path, I'll see how you fight!" Although the voice was still so cold, it concealed a hint of expectation.

At this moment, Wuzhan suddenly jumped up, stepped on the waves, and rushed towards the people in the boat as fast as an arrow. This was the boldest and most impulsive thing he had ever done.

'Teng...' Just as Wuzhan was about to touch the curtain, the whole boat suddenly flashed red and turned into a gorgeous and fragrant carriage. The strong wind forced Wuzhan back, and nine golden phoenixes rose from the sea, leaving behind a cold sentence, "You are not qualified at this moment!"

Wuzhan steadied his body, stood on the sea, looked up at the golden Nine-Phoenix Incense Chariot rushing towards the sky, his clothes fluttering, and thought about the hazy face he saw through the curtains and the words left by the Holy Spirit.

……

"Master, what happened? Why are we sleeping here?" When everyone woke up, Jin Xingzi looked at Wuzhan and asked puzzledly.

Wuzhe collected his thoughts, turned around, landed back on the beach, and said faintly: "It was a holy spirit who came to warn me!"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this. Zhu Lang asked, "Master is still exposed?"

"Probably not yet."

Zhulang did not continue to ask. He would never ask about something that Wuzhan did not want to talk about. Instead, he asked, "Where are you going next, Master?"

Wuzhan said: "Build a boat here first, then go north to Kuaiji to visit Gusu Ye and ask him to use the broken sword to make a long sword for you."

Zhu Lang said: "He is aloof by nature, I'm afraid he won't want to see us."

"Then it depends on whether your sword intent can earn his respect."

Zhulang pondered for a while, then smiled bitterly and said, "People only know that he is a sword-making master, but they don't know his realm in swordsmanship. Perhaps it will be difficult for me to respect him!"

"Backing off before trying doesn't seem like your character!"

Zhu Lang said, "I followed Master to the south this time and suffered setbacks one after another. I know that I am still far behind those masters."

Wuzhan said: "Setbacks are a form of training. Without setbacks, you will not improve. You should become more courageous with each setback. And you should know that your sword was not broken by Shisui, but your sword will was shaken. If your sword will is strong enough, even a willow branch in your hand will be difficult for Shisui to break."

"Master, you are right!" He took out the broken sword and handed it to Wuzhan with both hands, saying, "Disciple found a pattern on this sword, but I don't understand what it means. I wonder if Master can understand it."

Wuzhan took the broken sword and looked at it carefully. He frowned when he saw the ancient text on the hilt. It said, "The human heart is the heart of heaven, one world is one world, a moment is eternity, and a thought can cover the sky." He then looked at the mountains, rivers, sun, moon, stars, etc. carved on the sword. They were very similar to the "Map of Mountains, Rivers, and States" that Ye Xiaoxiang had taken away, but they were less lively, as if they were deliberately carved by later generations. Wuzhan thought, "Could it be the spell to open it?"

……

The boat was built simply but spaciously. The sail was made of thin wooden boards. With the help of wind, it could travel very fast.

Wuzhan has taken off his disguise and is sitting in front of the cabin, squinting his eyes and staring at the blue sky in a daze. He doesn't even look at the seabirds flying by and lets his hair be messed up by the sea breeze. No one knows what he is thinking, as if he has a disease.

Although Yun Chu had eavesdropped on Meng Ya and Hua Qingyue's private conversations and had guessed about Wuzhan's true appearance, she was still shocked for a long time when she saw him for the first time. No wonder someone as cold as Qin Moyao would put aside her dignity just to see his true face. Indeed, which woman would not be moved by such a person?

Yunchu stole a glance at Wuzhan again and asked Jin Xingzi, who was meditating, "Sir, do you never practice?"

Jin Xingzi opened his eyes and said, "Master, you don't need to practice. Meditation is enough."

Yunchu was puzzled and asked, "How can I teach you the skills if I only meditate but don't practice?"

Jin Xingzi chuckled and said, "Miss, do you know why horses can run, fish can swim, birds can fly, elephants can grow big, and mice can dig holes?"

Yunchu said: "Of course it's innate."

"That's it. Master's skills are all innate. He just needs to figure out how to use them. But we disciples don't have such abilities, so we need to work hard."

Yunchu muttered: "There are people like you in this world."

"Not only in the world, but also in heaven, there is no one like Master, so the people in heaven are afraid of Master's existence. Now you should understand why those gods want to go down to the world to look for Master."

Yunchu said, "Do you know what the Holy Spirit who warned the gentleman looks like?"

Jin Xingzi said: "If Master doesn't tell us, how would we know?"

"I guess she must be a gorgeous goddess."

"How did you guess that?"

Yunchu sighed softly: "I guess sir is not meditating, but missing someone."

(End of this chapter)