Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

"Looking at you three brothers, Yu Changsheng and Li Minghan are both beast tamers, but you are the only pure sword cultivator, right?"

Han Mengnan suddenly spoke softly, her gaze falling on Meng An, and said this.

Meng An was taken aback for a moment. After a moment of stunned silence, he scratched his head, exhaled a breath of stale air, met Han Mengnan's gaze, nodded, and said, "I am a disciple of the Purple Rainbow Sect of Wuzhou, and I am indeed a sword cultivator. It's just a pity that my strength is insufficient, and I have not been able to display even a fraction of the brilliance of a sword cultivator."

Meng Wu'an sighed softly, somewhat puzzled as to why Han Mengnan would suddenly ask this question, yet he remained humble and honest in his response.

"Purple Rainbow Sect? Never heard of it." Han Mengnan murmured for a moment, then shook her head and muttered something under her breath.

"Uh." Meng Wu'an smiled with relief, but was slightly embarrassed.

"However, you don't need to be modest. I see that your ambition in sword cultivation is also exceptional. Even in my Heavenly Sword Pavilion, you should be considered a top genius."

Han Menglan spoke again, a complex expression appearing on her face, which lingered on Meng An's face, and a sharp glint flashed in the depths of her eyes.

Meng Wu'an blinked, and for some reason, a sense of anticipation suddenly arose in his heart.

Lord Han hesitated for a moment, then said:

"I don't know what will happen next, or whether I will be able to escape from the Enlightenment Realm. But I still remember a part of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's heritage. Since we have met, it must be fate. In order to prevent this heritage from being completely lost to time, I can now teach it to you. Are you willing?"

Han Mengnan whispered. Though her voice was soft, it reached the ears of Yu Changsheng and the other two with perfect clarity.

Immediately, Yu Changsheng's expression changed, Li Minghan was slightly taken aback, and Meng Wu'an became excited in disbelief.

The Heavenly Sword Pavilion, once the premier sect in Linzhou, was renowned for its swordsmanship and was also famous throughout the Five Continents of Southern Jade. In comparison, the Purple Rainbow Sect was indeed nothing.

Putting aside everything else, just looking at the Refinement Void Ancestor alone, there isn't a single one like him in the entire Purple Rainbow Sect, while the Heavenly Sword Pavilion has several. The difference between them is obvious. Although the Heavenly Sword Pavilion has declined because of the battle between Xishi and Mengyao Holy Land, there is no doubt that the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's heritage is still very valuable, which is an incredible opportunity for Meng Wu'an.

Therefore, these words elicited different reactions from the three individuals, while Meng An, amidst his excitement, found it hard to believe. His eyes shone brightly as he stared intently at Han Mengnan, his voice trembling slightly:

"Lord Han, what do you mean?"

Seeing this, Han Mengnan smiled slightly, glanced at Meng Wu'an, and said, "What? Are you afraid I'll lie to a junior like you? Don't worry, since I've spoken like this, I'm naturally sincere. Rather than letting this inheritance fade away with me, it's better to pass it on to you so you can carry it forward."

Han Mengnan paused, sighed softly, and continued, "As for the rest, don't feel too much pressure. However, my Heavenly Sword Pavilion is ultimately connected with the Mengyao Holy Land. Since you have inherited my legacy, you will naturally bear the corresponding karma and be entangled with the Holy Land. I will not force you. Whether you are willing to bear this karma is up to you."

Upon hearing this, Meng Wu'an was slightly taken aback. After a moment of thought, he turned to look at Yu Changsheng and nodded: "This is only right. I have thought it through. If Lord Han does not mind, I will be extremely grateful. Thank you for your great kindness."

Opportunities and risks are often intertwined. Han Mengnan didn't hide anything but told Meng Wu'an the truth about the risks of this inheritance. After all, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion and the Mengyao Holy Land had a deep karmic connection. If the Mengyao Holy Land discovered the inheritance in the future, it would inevitably lead to some danger. Not everyone could withstand the wrath of a holy land.

So, Han Mengnan gave Meng Wu'an a deep look and continued earnestly:

"Have you thought this through? This is not something to be taken lightly. There is a cause and effect; accepting an opportunity means you will also bear the corresponding responsibility."

"This will inevitably cause more setbacks and even greater dangers for your future boldness. With your talent, even if you don't accept my inheritance, your future achievements will certainly not be low if you follow the established path. You should think carefully about the pros and cons."

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Upon hearing this, Yu Changsheng and Li Minghan exchanged glances, but both simply looked at Meng Wu'an, letting him make his decision without offering any opinions.

Meng Meng'an smiled gently, his smile full of openness and naturalness, and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Han Mengnan, saying:

"I understand perfectly well what City Lord Han has said, but as City Lord Han has said, we sword cultivators are inherently unyielding and defy the heavens. Even if there are dangers on the path of the Great Dao, we can cut them down with a single sword. Why should we retreat because of fear when opportunities are before us?"

"For example, if I am moved by something but choose to back down because I don't know if there is any danger, then my sword heart will definitely be damaged and my mind will be unfulfilled. I will definitely feel extremely regretful every time I think about it in the future. In that case, what sword path can I cultivate and what sword spirit can I talk about?"

Meng Wu'an spoke solemnly, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable air of confidence, and a faint, invisible sword intent emanated from him, stirring the heavens and earth.

Yu Changsheng and Li Minghan looked at Meng Wu'an. Meng Wu'an remained calm and composed, his figure standing firm and unwavering, like a peerless sword whose sharpness was concealed.

Han Mengnan smiled gently, a hint of appreciation on Meng Wu'an's face, and nodded.

"Indeed, that's the kind of spirit we need. If you don't even have this much willpower, how can you be considered a sword cultivator? If you really retire, then the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's inheritance is indeed not suitable for you. Your performance is quite good."

Meng Wu'an chuckled.

"Since you've made up your mind, I won't hold back. I've been in this world of enlightenment for too many years, my memories are fragmented, and I've even forgotten myself."

Therefore, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's inheritance is certainly incomplete, with some flaws, but most of it is still intact and sufficient for your needs. It should be more than enough to support your cultivation up to the Nascent Soul stage or even the Void Refinement stage. However, the cultivation techniques contained within this inheritance are profound and the information is too vast; with your current spiritual strength, you probably cannot bear it.

"Even if it were forcibly placed in your sea of ​​consciousness, it would inevitably put pressure on your soul and cause irreversible damage, which would be a loss rather than a gain."

After Han Mengnan finished speaking, her tone changed, and a troubled look appeared on her face. She observed Meng Wu'an for a moment, then frowned and said.

"Huh?" Meng Wu'an's expression faltered slightly, his face showing some hesitation. His Adam's apple bobbed as he asked tentatively, "Then what should we do?"

Meng Wu'an couldn't help but be tempted by the inheritance of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. If he were to give it up just like that, he would naturally be unwilling. He was even prepared to forcibly accept the inheritance even if his sea of ​​consciousness was damaged.

Han Mengnan seemed to be in a dilemma. After hesitating for a moment, she turned her gaze to Yu Changsheng, her eyes shining and her face showing a strange expression.

"Hmm?" Yu Changsheng raised an eyebrow and looked at Han Mengnan, his gaze undisguised.

"I do have a solution, which is..." Han Mengnan thought for a moment, hesitated, and then sighed softly and shook her head.

"Among you three brothers, Yu Changsheng, your soul is the most powerful and strong, far exceeding the ordinary, even reaching the Purple Mansion level. Your cultivation, including the Heavenly Dao Golden Core, should ensure that you will not have much pressure in accepting this seed of inheritance."

"Moreover, you already have traces of swordsmanship, so there's no need to worry about incompatibility. If you don't mind, you can accept my sword seed inheritance first. I'll keep it with you for now, and when the time is right, and Meng Wu'an is able to bear it, you can pass it on to him."

"In this way, this inheritance can play its greatest role, and both you and he can benefit from it. However, this method will inevitably entangle you with the Mengyao Holy Land. Whether you accept it or not, I will not force you. You can consider it yourself."

After Han Mengnan finished speaking, she said no more, only glancing at Yu Changsheng and Meng Wu'an with a calm look in her eyes.

Meng Wu'an then turned his gaze to Yu Changsheng, his face showing a hint of hope and pleading.

"Chang Sheng...you..."

Meng Wu'an hesitated.

Yu Changsheng remained silent for a moment, then smiled gently, gave Han Mengnan a deep look, turned to Meng Wu'an, and said with a smile, "I'm actually benefiting from your help with this method, Meng Wu'an. How could I refuse such an opportunity?"

"If Lord Han thinks it's acceptable and doesn't mind, I would be more than happy to accept." Yu Changsheng chuckled.

"Alright, thank you, Changsheng!" Meng Wu'an said gratefully, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

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"Phew...this is a bit of a surprise." Han Mengnan let out a long breath, looked at Yu Changsheng, nodded with a smile, and said with some advice:

"Since that's the case, then I won't say any more. Empty your mind and fully accept my presence. Next, I will plant the seed of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's sword dao inheritance deep in your sea of ​​consciousness. This inheritance is all-encompassing and boundless. Although it is called the sword dao, it actually includes parts of other methods of my Heavenly Sword Pavilion."

"Therefore, if one's spiritual strength is not at a certain level and one's sea of ​​consciousness is not sufficiently open, one should not be able to withstand this seed of inheritance. This cannot be taken lightly, so as a precaution, we are having you accept it first."

Yu Changsheng nodded, indicating that he understood.

"Open your mind and trust completely, otherwise the seed of inheritance will be unstable."

After Han Mengnan finished speaking, she took a step forward and approached Yu Changsheng. She turned her wrist and extended a long, jade-like finger, gently pointing it at Yu Changsheng's forehead.

Yu Changsheng's mind was immediately shaken. As Han Mengnan pointed her finger, his eyes suddenly turned white, and his body went blank. He felt a vast will enter his sea of ​​consciousness.

As a result, he subconsciously felt the urge to resist, but Han Mengnan seemed to sense this and her clear voice, carrying a gentle tone, resonated in Yu Changsheng's mind.

"Don't resist, relax, it will be over soon."

Yu Changsheng paused in his roar, and in silence, he relaxed his mental defenses and suppressed his instinctive impulse.

The next moment, a point of light, brought by Han Mengnan, slowly entered Yu Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

The light was hazy, emitting a faint glow, but it could not be ignored. As soon as it appeared, Yu Changsheng's entire sea of ​​consciousness suddenly sank, stirring up a huge wave. Countless waves swept across the sky, and an invisible pressure slammed into Yu Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness.

A soaring sword intent suddenly erupted from the point of light, raging across the sky, its sharp edge fully revealed. Its invisible power shot straight into the clouds, and its majestic heavenly might descended, seemingly about to tear apart the sea of ​​consciousness and pierce through everything.

"Buzz!"

Yu Changsheng's mind was shaken, and his soul suddenly sank. As the seed of inheritance was placed into his body, he felt a moment of disorientation. A heavy pressure fell on his soul, and Ling Tian's sword intent continued to rage. In just a moment, Yu Changsheng's ears were ringing, blood kept gushing from his mouth and nose, and dizziness rushed to his mind.

The entire seed of inheritance, like a stabilizing force, was firmly planted deep within Yu Changsheng's sea of ​​consciousness, suppressing all directions.

After a long while, the heavy feeling subsided somewhat, and Han Mengnan withdrew her fingers at that moment, her face slightly pale, breathing softly, looking weakly at Yu Changsheng, coughing and saying:

"The seed of inheritance has been planted and taken root in your sea of ​​consciousness. You can slowly comprehend and digest it. This process is also a tempering for your soul, and it has its own wonders."

Yu Changsheng shook his head to suppress the dizziness in his mind, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and after a long while nodded, smiling bitterly:

"This seed of inheritance is truly vast. If my divine soul were not strong enough, I really wouldn't be able to withstand it. Even so, after enduring it now, I still feel that my divine soul is lagging behind and has been greatly affected. I'm afraid I won't be able to use my divine soul power much for the next period of time."

Upon hearing this, Han Mengnan smiled gently, glanced at Yu Changsheng softly, and said, "It's alright, this is a normal phenomenon. You'll gradually get used to it. Since you're experiencing this too, it's clear that only you can currently bear this seed of inheritance."

"Mmm," Yu Changsheng nodded obediently.

Meng Wu'an let out a deep breath, looked at Yu Changsheng gratefully, clasped his hands in a bow, and said, "Thank you, Changsheng."

"It's nothing. I'm actually benefiting from your good fortune. I should be thanking you, haha." Yu Changsheng laughed and briefly sensed the seed of inheritance in his sea of ​​consciousness before quickly withdrawing his perception.

"Heavenly Sword Inheritance..."

Yu Changsheng murmured to himself, glancing at Han Mengnan without batting an eye. A hint of doubt flashed in the depths of his eyes, but he concealed it well, so Han Mengnan didn't notice.

"In the future, if there is an opportunity, I hope that the name of my Heavenly Sword Pavilion can still be heard on the continent. I hope that this legacy can be carried forward and developed in your hands."

Han Mengnan said softly, her face showing a complex expression. After a long while, she shook her head and patted Meng Wu'an and Yu Changsheng on the shoulder.

"If you have the chance to encounter any descendants of my Heavenly Sword Pavilion, please take care of them. This is one of my few requests. After that battle, I don't know if the Heavenly Sword Pavilion still exists today... However, now that your cultivation is sufficient, I'll trouble you to make a trip to Linzhou." (End of Chapter)