Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 95 Xunfeng True Intent Blade

Wading across rivers, traversing forests and fields.

Song Shen wandered alone through the mountains and forests, surrounded by nothing but vast wilderness.

Having unleashed his supreme movement technique, he arrived before Dragon Head Peak and employed the method of observing the mountain's energy. He saw a surge of energy rising into the sky, which was still erupting at this moment.

But the real storm doesn't seem to be over yet.

An energy that has been accumulating for many years is still gathering beneath Dragon Head Peak, which can be clearly seen from the wisp of smoke slowly rising from the top of the mountain.

Given this situation, approaching rashly might result in being smashed to pieces by the aftershocks of the earth dragon's reversal. Even with his indestructible golden body, Song Shen wouldn't dare to easily defy the earth's might.

I still think it's best to wait and see for now.

With a treasure bag and a knife, Song Shen followed the mountain's energy veins to this place, which was already extremely far from Xinyu City.

Song Shen plopped down, took out the treasure bag, opened it, and found it to be filled with a dazzling array of treasures.

Crimson Fruit, Purple Spirit Mushroom, Seven-Star Grass, Earthworm Beard —

The three schools of masters contributed the majority of the expertise.

With these mountain treasures, Song Shen could freely conduct his deductions in the alternate dimension.

rustling sound —

A slight noise was heard, and Song Shen put away his bundle and looked around.

Ok?

His figure flashed by, and several scarlet eyes stared coldly at him from afar.

These monsters were two to three times larger than ordinary mandrills, covered in black, scaly hides, with extremely long arms and claws capable of tearing through iron armor. Their eyes were bloodshot, and corrosive saliva dripped continuously from their mouths. They were looking at Song Shen with the same expression one would give food.

However, these mountain demons had not even completed their metamorphosis, and were not even considered demons.

Especially as they approached the center of this change, Dragon Head Peak, the mutated monsters became increasingly dense, and Song Shen had already killed many of them.

"Since we can't enter the mountain for the time being, we might as well clear out the smaller monsters here first," Song Shen decided.

Before he finished speaking, Song Shen had vanished from the spot.

With near-instantaneous speed, it suddenly attacked.

A golden streak, condensed to the point of being almost tangible, tore through the air, completely invisible to the naked eye.

The demonized mandrill, the leader of the group, didn't even have time to let out a roar before its vision spun around.

Its head shot skyward, the cut as smooth as a mirror. Black blood gushed out, instantly corroding the rock and leaving a charred patch.

Only then did Song Shen's afterimage slowly dissipate from the spot.

"roar--!"

The remaining few mandrills finally reacted, their eyes turning bloodshot, their sharp claws swirling with a foul stench as they pounced from all directions.

But in Song Shen's eyes, these monsters, which were originally as swift as lightning, were now as slow as if they were stuck in a quagmire.

He didn't even intend to draw his sword.

sideways.

Dodging the first mandrill's attack, I lightly placed my right hand on its chest.

"collapse!"

The spiraling force erupted instantly. The mountain's chest collapsed directly, the crisp sound of bones shattering was drowned out by screams, and its massive body flew backward like a tattered sack, smashing a tree trunk a dozen steps away to pieces.

Reach out.

The second mandrill attacked from the left, and Song Shen's left hand, with its five fingers like hooks, directly gripped its face.

The innate vital energy at the fingertips penetrated the body.

"Bang!"

The mandrill's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, spraying red and white matter everywhere. The headless corpse staggered two steps forward due to inertia before crashing to the ground.

By the time they reached the third enemy, Song Shen had already lost patience.

With his legs slightly bent, the ground cracked, and he charged straight into the mountain herd like a cannonball.

"boom!"

Golden energy exploded outwards from him, like a blooming golden lotus.

Before those mountain beasts could even scream, their bodies were blasted into puffs of blood mist in mid-air by the terrifying force of the energy.

Less than ten breaths.

All six demonic mountain demons were wiped out.

[Obtained Essence Dao Fruit: Demonized Mountain x6 (Year 13 and Month 8)]

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly stopped, his brows furrowing even more deeply.

A slight tremor came from the ground beneath my feet.

Song Shen's perception was like mercury seeping into the ground, instantly penetrating three feet underground. A giant, earthworm-like monster, over ten feet long, was rapidly burrowing through the soil, its ring-shaped mouthparts filled with sharp teeth open.

"Buzz!"

Song Shen didn't move an inch, he just gently lifted his right foot and then put it down.

"town!"

That kick wasn't just about stepping on the ground, it was about applying force!

Golden energy flowed from the soles of his feet into the earth's veins, transforming into an invisible hammer that struck the earthworm precisely at its vital point.

A muffled explosion came from underground.

The mound of earth that had risen from the ground froze instantly, then quickly collapsed.

The earthworm, powerful enough to crush an armored chariot, shattered from head to tail, its black fluid seeping into the soil, and then fell silent.

After doing all this, Song Shen continued to walk around the mountain, hoping to find a gap in the mountain to enter later.

Just then.

"Hey——!"

Suddenly, a piercing shriek came from overhead, and a shadow that blotted out the sky descended.

Song Shen looked up and saw a dark cloud approaching at an alarming speed from the direction of Dragon Head Peak.

Carrion vultures like dark clouds.

There were more than a dozen of them, their wings spread wide enough to block out the sunlight. Drawn by the smell of blood, the Death Legion swooped down as soon as they saw Song Shen.

These demonized beasts have devoured countless corpses these past few days, and now they are unleashing their ferocity.

"Is this never going to end?"

Song Shen sighed, without even adopting a fighting stance.

Nai Zhuo stood in the forest, quietly watching the black cloud of death swoop down.

Until those claws almost touched his hair.

Take a deep breath.

He exhaled sharply and shouted, "Die!"

This sound contained the power of a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, and was also mixed with the sharpness of golden energy!

The true innate true qi technique.

A visible golden sonic wave swept out in a fan shape. Those carrion vultures, as hard as iron, were as fragile as paper before this power, instantly torn into countless pieces of flesh. Blood rained down, feathers danced wildly, and the once ferocious flock of birds didn't even have time to utter a cry before being blasted into a cloud of blood mist by this domineering roar.

[Obtained Skill Fruit: 15 Corpses (Year 11 and Month 8)]

A moment later, a mountain breeze swept by, dispelling the stench of blood in the air.

Song Shen looked around and saw mountain spirits, earth-walking insects, and carrion vultures—corpses piled up like mountains, and blood staining the rocks red.

With a sword in hand, Song Shen swept through the jungle and arrived at the stream, where he washed the demonic blood off his blade.

He closed his eyes, circulated his internal energy, and shook off the dust clinging to his robes.

Beneath his skin, golden energy flickered, like a dormant dragon, quietly awaiting its next earth-shattering attack.

The mountains and forests were deathly silent; even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

Song Shen waited for a while to make sure there were no monsters nearby before quietly waiting for the changes at Dragon Head Peak.

At the summit of Dragon Head Peak, thick smoke billowed like a pillar, indicating that the earth's veins were still turbulent.

He turned and walked to a clean rock, sat down cross-legged, swallowed the precious medicine, and instantly refined its power using his own cauldron.

Look at the panel:

[Essence of Dao Fruit: 129 years]

[Skill and Path to Success: Seventy-Eight Years]

"Continue the simulation."

[Begin deducing the true meaning of the innate primordial chaos]

In the 106th year, instead of immediately circulating your cultivation technique, you listened first—listened to the sound of the wind blowing high above, the pulse of the earth's depths, and the churning of the clouds in the sky. All things in heaven and earth have their own breath, but you had never noticed it before. Now, you have broken through the barrier between your physical body and the universe; your true energy has already resonated with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, and your perception is a hundred times sharper than before. You begin to understand that the breath of heaven, earth, and humanity are fundamentally one; in the past, you didn't know how to connect them, but now you finally know.

"The entry of the power of heaven and earth into the body is only the first step. The key is to transform it into one's own power and even achieve true unity with heaven and man."

This innate realm connects humanity with heaven and earth, and the subsequent simulations will inevitably continue along this path.

In the 115th year, you finally understood the essence of the Innate Realm. When you achieved minor success, your true energy arose spontaneously from your physical body and "dialogued" with the primordial energy of heaven and earth. However, that dialogue was sporadic and unstable, like two strangers shouting through a wall. You could hear heaven and earth, and heaven and earth could hear you; you communicated through a window.

You need a gate, a heavenly gate, to remove the barrier between your body and the universe. You begin searching for that gate. Ah, it seems to be above the Baihui point on your head, yet not on your head; it's in your dantian, yet not in your dantian. It's everywhere, yet nowhere to be found. You can't "see" it, you can only "feel" its presence. Every time your true energy resonates with the power of heaven and earth, that spot will itch slightly, as if something is knocking from within.

In the 153rd year, you forged paths through mountains and built bridges over rivers. With this unwavering will, you continued to explore until you opened a crack in the door. The power of heaven and earth poured in through that crack, no longer a trickle, but a babbling brook. Your body underwent an unprecedented "cleansing"—the power of heaven and earth poured in from the top of your head, flowing down your meridians, washing away all the acquired impurities, blockages, and hidden injuries within you.

This causes your indestructible golden body, this supreme cauldron, to undergo another qualitative change. This is not cultivation, but "purification." You feel you are about to ascend to immortality, but ultimately, the subtle stench of filth emanating from your body tells you that your ascension was in vain; you are still just a mortal in the mortal world. Yet, at this moment, you still feel a tremendous victory; every meridian is cheering, every acupoint is singing. You know, this is the true beginning of the innate state.

"Damn it, it's been 133 years already. That's enough time for an ordinary person with a naturally advanced age to die peacefully in their sleep."

If we take into account the previous deductions, I have spent at least three hundred years on Hunyuan Gong.

Three hundred years of immersion, three hundred years of pursuit—even water dripping on stone would wear it down eventually.

[Year 162. The Heavenly Gate opened completely, not with a sudden explosion, not through violent demolition, but naturally unfolding like a flower petal. When the internal and external pressures reached equilibrium, when the body's frequency was completely synchronized with that of heaven and earth, the gate opened by itself. You felt an invisible, vortex-like channel above the Baihui point on the top of your head, connecting your body with heaven and earth.]

The Heavenly Gate has opened, and this body is now pure and transcendent. The power of Heaven and Earth no longer flows in, but circulates—entering from the top of the head, flowing through the whole body, surging out from the soles of the feet, returning to the earth, then rising from the earth and entering from the top of the head again, endlessly repeating the cycle. Your body is no longer an isolated entity, but a node in the cycle of Heaven and Earth.

[In the 209th year, your body has achieved "reconciliation" with heaven and earth. In the past, during your minor achievements, you refined essence into qi from within yourself, becoming self-sufficient. After achieving major achievements, the power of heaven and earth circulates with your own essence and qi, achieving unity within and without. Refining essence into qi and utilizing the power of heaven and earth are two sides of the same coin. Your essence is your own heaven and earth, and heaven and earth are a greater self. You no longer need to deliberately "refine" or deliberately "borrow." As long as you live, you are refining; as long as you breathe, you are borrowing.]

The Heavenly Gate has opened, connecting the inside and outside.

[In the 227th year, you have mastered the art of refining essence into qi and combining it with the power of heaven and earth. Your vast true qi is pure and boundless, and the qi vortex in your dantian rotates synchronously with the heavenly gate, forming a self-contained cycle.]

[The True Understanding of Primordial Chaos: Great Completion 32%]

As the Heavenly Gate opened, the power of Heaven and Earth surged forth.

Song Shen's Primordial Undying Golden Body, this cauldron, was finally fully activated, and the golden true energy surging within his dantian was boundless.

"What if my sword aura is combined with sword intent?"

Song Shenxin pondered inwardly.

With the indestructible golden blade energy combined with the vast and boundless true meaning of heaven and earth, his combat power will reach the level of [Deduction of the Wind Chasing Blade Technique].

In your first year, you sit quietly, reminiscing about the years you danced with the wind. You realize that you've been using the wind, not becoming the wind.

In the eleventh year, you began to try a different approach. No longer did you feel the wind, but you became the wind. You imagined yourself as a wisp of wind, blowing from the heights, through the forests, across the streams, and across the fields. You didn't control your breathing, but let it rise and fall with the rhythm of the wind; you didn't control your heartbeat, but let it synchronize with the frequency of the wind. Your body began to feel lighter—not truly lighter, but your sense of existence was dissipating. You were no longer a fixed entity; you were that flowing breath.

In the twenty-third year, your sword has changed. You draw it not to slash, but to guide the wind. The sword and the wind move together, but they are not yet one. You need to imbue the sword with the spirit of the wind.

[In the thirty-seventh year, you infused your will into the blade, and it began to tremble. It sensed your will and began to awaken. The blade was no longer just iron, but an extension of your consciousness.]

"A dramatic transformation is imminent."

Song Shen opened his eyes, and the essence of the true meaning of heaven and earth unfolded before him.

[The forty-sixth year. Your sword has finally acquired the spirit of the wind. You draw your sword, and without consciously trying to summon the wind, it follows your sword on its own. You swing your sword, and without consciously trying to accelerate, the sword borrows the power of the wind. You sheathe your sword, and the wind still lingers on its blade. Your sword and the wind are no longer merely moving in tandem, but one. The sword is the wind, and the wind is the sword. Your swordsmanship has crossed the threshold from merely observing the momentum to transcending it. You no longer borrow the wind's power; your sword is the wind itself.]

[In the fifty-third year, the essence of wind permeates your entire body, allowing you to briefly transform into the wind. Your body becomes as light as a feather, and your speed is so fast as to be invisible; the embodiment of wind essence has been achieved.]

[In the seventieth year, the Chasing Wind Blade Technique achieved a complete breakthrough from mere observation to the state of complete mastery. The blade possesses its own will—a purification of your own will. The blade is your other hand, another heart; the blade is the wind, and the wind is the blade. One can draw upon the wind's intent to empower oneself, briefly transforming into an invisible wind, moving with the wind, swift as the invisible. Wherever the blade's intent reaches, it can sever the invisible—qi, will, and even the demonic energy of the earth's veins can all be cut. Within the range of perception, the wind's intent envelops the opponent, who is as if caught in the wind, unable to discern direction.]

[The innate sword intent has now been initially formed. To celebrate this remarkable victory, you have renamed this sword technique the One Wind True Intent Sword.]

【Sun Wind True Intent Blade (Transformation 10%)】

It was as if a gust of wind had blown by.

It was as if countless thoughts had shattered my travels, leaving me in a state of chaos and endless twists and turns.

Song Shen stood there dumbfounded, unable to tell where he was for a moment, only knowing that he was surrounded by a vast, boundless jungle.

Further still lies the vast and boundless天地 (heaven and earth).

That great Dao, which spans the universe and the heavens and earth, permeates everything from beginning to end.

How great.

Another strong gust of wind swept by, weaving the scattered thoughts into threads, restoring them to new life from their fragmentation and chaos.

It grows vigorously and eventually transforms into a complete intention.

At this moment, the blood vessels deep within Song Shen's heart extended to the long sword in his palm, and his pulse connected with the long sword in his hand, linking heaven and earth.

Opening my eyes, it was as if I saw an endless wasteland, with countless strong winds raging and howling, and this magnificent scene gradually faded away.

Ultimately, it was completely condensed into a single, ever-changing blade.

Only this one strike holds the ultimate truth.

*Pfft*

Suddenly, Song Shen raised his hand and unleashed a burst of energy. After the howling wind erupted, it transformed into countless chaotic arcs, shooting across the air at an astonishing speed.

A row of trees collapsed.

The strangest thing is that the area of ​​destruction in front of us is fan-shaped. This wind-infused blade energy seems to be everywhere, spreading in all directions, making it difficult to predict.

Every gesture I make feels like a whirlwind, flowing and raging.

"Why not refine your movement technique further? If you can integrate this formless and shapeless Xun wind into your movement technique, you will definitely achieve a qualitative leap."

[Skill and Deeds: Nine Years]

With nine years to go, Song Shen decided to give it a try and see if it would work.

[In the first year, you incorporated the essence of wind into your footwork. The Dragon's Roar footwork is too solid; every step is traceable. You need to make it more ethereal.]

In the third year, you learned to stop actively exerting force and instead go with the wind, rising when the wind rises and falling when the wind falls, and your speed became even faster.

[In the fifth year, you have initially integrated the Dragon-Surging Steps with the essence of wind. With each step, you appear in any direction without warning, like a leaf swept by the wind. You have finally found the right path for fusion.]

[In the ninth year, a new footwork was formed. You no longer called it the Dragon-Surging Footwork. Although the dragon is powerful and graceful, it still has a physical form. The wind, however, is formless, ethereal, unpredictable, and mysterious. It is of the highest quality. You named this new footwork the Nine Illusions of the Wind God.]

[Movement Technique: Nine Illusions of the Wind God (Minor Success 20%)]

His Dao fruit and lifespan were completely and thoroughly cleansed, leaving him feeling completely comfortable.

Even if he gets killed later, there's nothing to regret.

As dusk fell, the intense eruption from Dragon Head Peak finally subsided, and an astonishing aura spread out.

Song Shen used his Qi-observation technique and saw a strong pure Qi swirling in the mountains, intertwined with demonic Qi, which was scarlet and terrifying.

There is no doubt that there are treasures in these mountains, but they are also extremely dangerous.

However, what was he doing in the mountains? He was looking for an opportunity. Song Shen thought to himself that he would not give up until he went in and took a look.

He immediately concealed his aura, leaped into the wind, and vanished.

"Uncle-Master, the eruption in the mountains has stopped. There must be a great treasure in these mountains."

Chen Huaifeng's gaze sharpened. His ability to observe qi could only vaguely sense that there was a great treasure in the mountain, but the dangers involved were absolutely not to be underestimated.

Uncle Zhou, dressed in a white robe, stood on a large rock.

Strangely enough, the recent turmoil at Feilong Mountain seemed to have no effect on this middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.

That long robe was spotless in the mountains and fields, like a banished immortal descending to earth, exuding an indescribable sense of freedom and elegance.

Uncle Zhou's expression turned serious. He said, "It's true that there's a great treasure, but this demon is also exceptionally powerful."

Chen Huaifeng was greatly surprised, "Even with your Qi Sea Realm cultivation, Uncle-Master is finding this troublesome?"

"This demon is no small matter." Uncle Zhou's gaze pierced through the mountain, and after gazing at it quietly for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "But we don't need to be too afraid, because someone will help us deal with it."

This laugh showed that he had overcome his earlier hesitation and was now full of confidence.

Chen Huaifeng, observing the situation, asked, "Master, are you perhaps referring to—that purple-robed demon-slaying envoy from the Demon Suppression Division?"

Uncle Zhou nodded and said, "Smart. Using one wolf to devour another, that's the way of a smart person."

"I've heard that Xiao Pingzhe is always full of talk about benevolence and righteousness, and acts as if he considers the world his responsibility. It's perfect that this demon is left to him to gain merit; we can go in and retrieve the treasure."

Chen Huaifeng was overjoyed and said, "Uncle-Master's plan is truly ingenious."

"Stop flattering me, let's go!"

The two masters simultaneously rose from the ground. This Master Zhou moved like a whirlwind, flying nearly a mile away in an instant. Chen Huaifeng could only chase after him desperately, which was very difficult.

"You're also a naturally gifted person, how come you're so incompetent?"

Uncle Zhou said somewhat impatiently.

Chen Huaifeng laughed and said, "Uncle's movement technique is divine. How can I compare with you? Besides, I have only entered the third level. Uncle, you have already condensed two levels of acupoints. How can I compare?"

Uncle Zhou was flattered and couldn't help but feel a little smug.

"Never mind, you are still young after all. Reaching the Three Realms at the age of twenty-two is truly worthy of being called a prodigy."

"Alright, I'll slow down a bit, you hurry up!"

The two sped through the mountains and instantly disappeared into Dragon Head Peak.

As soon as they stepped onto the mountainside, the two were taken aback.

Another solitary figure flew in from the other side of the government building, his gaze first falling on the two of them.

Uncle Zhou, as if facing a formidable enemy, said, "Xiao Ping, the Thunderclap Sword."

Xiao Ping said calmly, "Zhou Yushan, the Mad Wind Swordsman, weren't you here to guide the Immortal Seedling? What are you doing here?"

Zhou Yushan, with an air of sternness, said, "Where in the world can't the people of my Ziyang Sect go? Why do you need to ask?"

Xiao Ping remained expressionless. If it weren't for the formidable enemy at hand, he would have wanted to take action and eliminate the two men right now.

With these two around, there's no guarantee they won't play tricks when we start slaying the demon.

Even a fool could figure out what those two were up to: using someone else to do their dirty work. Their scheme was so obvious it was practically jumping out of their skins.

Zhou Yushan smiled and said generously, "Xiao Ziyi, you don't need to be afraid of us. We are both human beings. If you need help, the people of my Ziyang Sect will never hesitate to lend a hand."

Xiao Ping said calmly, "That would be for the best."

Zhou Yushan smiled, revealing his goodwill.

Xiao Ping stopped paying attention to the two and strode into the mountains.

Xinyu City.

Li Chan stood atop the city wall, gazing into the depths of Feilong Mountain.

A column of energy shot straight into the sky, and the powerful and shocking energy made him feel extremely insignificant.

How vast is the universe!

We are but mayflies in the vastness of the universe, a mere grain of millet in the boundless ocean.

Suddenly, I remembered a casual remark that Song Shen once made. How insightful, how touching, how profound!

This young man is indeed unfathomable, which he finds difficult to understand. Not only does he often utter some groundbreaking and insightful remarks, but the speed at which he cultivates is also beyond comprehension.

Old Li, his sleeves fluttering, gazed at this strange phenomenon through the dim, yellowish light.

Cao Yu flew over and said, "Junior Brother must have gone into the mountains."

The demons in the lake and countryside have been completely wiped out, and the people have even returned to the lake to continue the autumn fishing. The disaster victims have also been resettled one after another, and Xinyu City has been recovered very quickly.

This is naturally due to my own merit in overseeing the situation.

Old Li thought to himself with a touch of smugness.

Old Li stroked his beard in deep thought, then suddenly asked, "Where is the guide from the Ziyang Sect?"

Cao Yu shook his head and said, "Neither the guide uncle nor that Chen Shichu are in the city. As for their specific whereabouts, I don't know."

Li Chan pondered for a moment, various thoughts racing through his mind. Without even thinking, he knew that the guide must have gone to Flying Dragon Mountain.

Suddenly he frowned and said, "Even that old monster from the Cong family isn't in the city. It seems he's gone into the mountains too."

Cao Yu thought for a moment and said, "From home, it seems very strange."

Li Chan countered with, "Oh? What's strange about it?"

Cao Yu pondered for a moment, as if organizing his thoughts, before slowly speaking: "The Cong family and the Cao family have been fighting for many years. I know a little about the Cong family's background. Although they are powerful, they don't have many more experts than Cao Cheng. But in recent years, many strong people have sprung up like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, which is simply bizarre."

Li Chan didn't interrupt, but listened quietly.

"The first three are the captains of the Black Armor Army."

Cao Yu's gaze sharpened. "Xue Yuzhen, Lu Fo, and Xu Zhen, these three were only at the Bone Forging Realm a few years ago, with mediocre talent. Logically speaking, they should never have even touched the threshold of Marrow Cleansing in their lifetime. But in just two or three years, they not only broke through to Marrow Cleansing, but also reached the Great Perfection of Marrow Cleansing. This is not a speed that can be achieved through normal cultivation, nor can it be achieved by simply piling up pills."

Li Chan nodded and said, "Intelligent."

Cao Yu's deduction ended there. "If this is related to Cheng Zhen and demons, then the Huang family patriarch must be—if he went into the mountains, wouldn't Song Shen be in danger?"

Li Chan said helplessly, "Xiao Ping warned him before, but this son of his—he wouldn't listen. Sometimes you can only do your best and leave the rest to fate. There's no point in worrying."

Everything that needed to be said had been explained in the scriptures, and all the risks involved had been clearly explained by Li Chan and Xiao Pingyi in the scriptures beforehand.

Song Shen still chose to go into the mountains; that was his decision.

People like Xiao Pingyi, who are crazy and beg forcefully, need no further explanation.

But what about Song Shen's drunken strength? Would he be able to put up a fight against the old man? Li Shan secretly assessed the situation and finally came to a conclusion:

Can't figure it out.

He couldn't see through his disciple's true strength at all; months ago, this boy had already managed to kill the demon serpent single-handedly.

"However, the waters of Flying Dragon Mountain are very deep—"

"Master, what is in this mountain? Why are so many powerful people gathered here? Even experts from Cangyun Sect and Feiya Mountain have come."

A shadow crossed Cao Yu's fair face, and instead of answering, he asked a question.

Li Chan suddenly asked, "Are you worried about him?"

Cao Yu nodded and said, "Yes."

The wrinkles on Li Chan's old face froze for a moment, then suddenly smoothed out: "Alas, the word 'shuai' is too profound. If possible, I would like you two disciples to get married right now, but this son—I'm afraid he is not a good match."

Cao Yu said, "Junior Brother Song saved the Cao family from a prestige crisis; he has long since declared that he owes the Cao family nothing—"

Li Chan shook his head.

"Foolish child, do you think I don't know this? That son of yours still pretends to be the Heavenly Blade Eagle, what a charade. It's a pity I'm not here, otherwise he wouldn't have had the chance to steal the limelight."

He sighed and continued, "Excessive rigidity leads to breakage, excessive strength to destruction, excessive sharpness to setbacks, and excessive prosperity to decline."

"When anything crosses a certain threshold, it completely surpasses the realm that ordinary people can imagine and interact with." He paused, then continued, "Your junior brother has already crossed that boundary. These kinds of people, once they emerge, are usually capable of stirring up fortune and causing bloodshed. And you, my disciple, although you are also a rare genius, getting too close will inevitably lead to being affected, so—"

Li Chan said quietly, "I hope you stay away from him, and we all stay away from him. This will be good for both him and for us."

Cao Yu said seriously, "Even so, I will only follow my heart and obey the government's orders. I will never do anything deliberately, no matter what price I may pay in the future."

"Good! Well said!"

Li Chan knew perfectly well that this female disciple was a genius who was no less than any man, and with her dignity and pride, she would never be cheapened just because the other party was a supermodel and powerful.

She will follow her heart's choice and the current way of getting drunk.

"I agree with what you said."

Cao Yu looked at Li Chan and said, "Master has been gone for so long, is it also related to demons?"

Li Chan nodded and said, "My Li family originally lived at the foot of Wuliang Mountain in Longzhou. At that time, Wuliang Mountain was no different from Feilong Mountain, and it was a place for my clan to hunt and gather."

"A sudden earthquake destroyed everything. Half of the Li family perished at the hands of the great demon Feng Xi, and my family was wiped out by a neighboring clan, leaving me to wander the world in utter despair."

Cao Yuqi laughed and said, "If it weren't for a stroke of luck, my Cao family would probably have ended up like this."

Who can truly define fate?

"Fortunately, thanks to Cao Cheng's shelter, I found a place to stay. Over the years, I have been cultivating diligently, searching for a way to take revenge. Finally, I caught up with the Jade Sword Marquis leading the Demon Suppression Division's army into the mountains to exterminate demons. I followed him closely, not only personally entering the mountains to slay demons, but also personally annihilating the neighboring clan that colluded with the Demon Sect to take advantage of my clan's misfortune. How gratifying!"

After saying that, he burst into a loud, unrestrained laugh.

"One of the greatest joys in life is to personally avenge my nemesis! I have no regrets in this life for being able to personally kill the entire family of my enemy. From now on, I will use the rest of my life to repay the kindness of the old master."

"Why does my Great Yong Dynasty keep experiencing these earthquakes, one after another? How come—and that's related to women—"

Cao Yu blurted out the words but then realized something was wrong. She was a young woman who had grown up, and it was rather unseemly to talk about it like a woman's menstrual period.

Li Chan laughed and scolded, "How could you, a young lady, — did you learn this from Song Shen?"

Cao Yu stiffened his neck and remained silent.

Li Chan knew that it was inappropriate for a girl to say too much, and that a loud drum doesn't need a heavy hammer, so he patiently explained.

"Do you remember that after our founding emperor established our dynasty, he immediately set about sealing off mountains and eliminating demons?"

Cao Yu nodded, his expression filled with longing, and said, "After our Great Yong Emperor Taizu sealed the mountain and vanquished the demon, he performed the Fengshan ceremony at Kunlun. His words were: 'Heaven has blessed me, granting me the title of Emperor. I have swept away the treacherous villains and brought peace to the nine provinces. Then I ascended Kunlun and performed the Fengshan ceremony at the highest heaven.' Alas!"

The chaos and turmoil of a thousand years ended with me. The peace and prosperity of ten thousand generations began with me. May future generations rule with ease, how glorious would that be!

Demonic energy rises from afar, and malevolent aura soars to the heavens.

The image of a young girl from hundreds of years later speaking of the Taizu Emperor's sealing of the mountain and vanquishing of demons, promising eternal peace, struck Li Chan as utterly absurd.

"The chaos of a thousand autumns will eventually come to an end—" Li Chan smiled but did not take the opportunity. "Having experienced this upheaval, I have come to understand that these two lines were merely words written by the founding emperor in his moment of triumph after he had pacified the world."

"But the idea of ​​eternal peace is probably just empty talk. The calamities mentioned in ancient books are unlikely to be ended by a single emperor."

"It seems we'll have to rely on the wisdom of future generations," Cao Yu murmured after hearing this.

"Yes, each generation has its own mission." Li Chan's gaze was gloomy. "The peaceful and prosperous era of the previous generation is completely gone. The current era is one of turmoil and chaos."

"Master—what are your plans for the future?"

Li Chan said, "If nothing happens at Feilong Mountain this time, I will use the rest of my life to repay the old patriarch's kindness in taking me in and to protect this little bit of Wuzheng in Xinyu."

With this innate master in charge, the Cao family's business can at least be preserved in this small city of Xinyu.

As the two were talking, the column of air on the horizon finally dissipated completely.

Old Li still felt some worry and fear.

"Hopefully, that kid will be sensible and stay away from those core areas."