From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

"Didn't you say that you wouldn't compete with Sister Hong for the right to use that spiritual root here?"

Jiang Liu couldn't help but ask with a smile.

"Not competing doesn't mean I can't use it, right? Where I am, if I use it once, she won't be outdone and will want to use it too. Here, I naturally want the same!"

What Bai Yuekui said was perfectly natural.

Without saying a word, she grabbed Jiang Liu's sleeve with one hand and headed towards the lounge set up in the library on the second floor of the Four-Sided Pavilion, wanting to compete in martial arts and supernatural powers!

After entering the room.

How can one hide from the flowing river?

These two, inside the Four-Sided Pavilion, disregarding self-interest and prioritizing friendship, engaged in a fierce martial arts duel. It was truly a good fight.

Yue Kui was originally a dignified guest, but she has regained her lively nature. The river flows twelve feet deep, and her love is as steadfast as gold.

They say they'll pick you up first and pay later, showing neither bravery nor gentleness. The ignorant woman uses a gong, remaining unyielding and letting men do as they please. How can a woman fight a man? In the end, the man's strength prevails over the woman.

In this battle, Bai Yuekui fought with great gusto, while Jiang Liu, still feeling unsatisfied, stopped his martial arts and withdrew his supernatural powers out of consideration for his opponent's weakness. He teased, "How about it? You lost, didn't you? Don't be unreasonable."

"Do you take me for one of those eighteen or nineteen-year-old girls?"

Bai Yuekui, not to be outdone, straightened his back and sneered, "I'll definitely beat you next time."

"Then you should try your best."

Jiang Liu wasn't annoyed. He just smiled and offered a word of encouragement before going down to the first floor. He was about to pick up Wu Gensheng's daughter when he saw Hong Guniang waiting outside.

Because of their unspoken understanding and the resentment in Hong Guniang's eyes, Jiang Liu was troubled, but he could only lead Hong Guniang back to the opera troupe's courtyard and his own room, isolating himself from the outside world, and had a thoroughly enjoyable martial arts sparring match and a contest of ever-changing supernatural powers.

In the end, the girl in red was defeated.

at this time.

Jiang Liu, without blushing or panting, went out and saw the sun rising in the east. He then rode on auspicious clouds and flew westward, finding Wugensheng's hometown in an instant.

This is a relatively prosperous town in the Sichuan region. It is rare that it has not been affected by war, nor has it been occupied by any strange people. The Foundation Establishment Technique was only introduced here recently.

With a keen eye, Jiang Liu found a two-story building, a blend of Chinese and European styles, with fish-scale tiles on the roof and a balcony in the middle. The front door on the first floor was also quite spacious.

It is evident that although Wugensheng was raised by a Taoist priest surnamed Feng, he had earned quite a bit of wealth in the foot of the mountain. While he could not be considered a wealthy or noble person, he was still well-off and at least did not have to worry about money.

Only when material needs are met will people pursue spiritual realms and spiritual paths.

Shakyamuni was like this.

The same applies to those without roots.

It's a pity.

Human nature has changed. People without roots are trying to emulate the ancient sages who sacrificed their families for the Great Way... This is not the era of the True Dharma, nor the era of the Dharma Image, but the era of the End of Dharma!

If it were merely the end of the Dharma era, it would be alright. However, the land of China happens to be in the midst of the impact of Western thought and the collision of foreign cultures, a time of unprecedented change.

The failure of Wugensheng —

It was destined long ago.

With a single thought, he entered the cycle of body and mind. Jiang Liu walked to the door of the two-story building and knocked three times.

Boom boom boom!

"coming!"

A rough response came from inside the door.

Wait for the door to open.

A shrewish woman, nearly two meters tall, poked her head out. Seeing Jiang Liu dressed in modern clothes and with his hair tied in a bun but then draped down to his waist—a rather strange sight—she became wary and asked, "Who are you? Get out of here! This is the Feng family home! Don't get any funny ideas!"

After saying that, the shrew picked up an iron bar, pushed open the door, and seemed to want to scare Jiang Liu.

Jiang Liu was not annoyed. He took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it over, saying, "You have misunderstood. I am not a bad person. I was asked by Feng Yao to come and take Bao Bao to Yuhang."

"How do I know if you're lying to me?" The shrew put down the iron bar she had raised, but her eyes remained wary.

"You'll know as soon as you see it."

Jiang Liu held up the letter.

"I can't read."

The shrew refused to answer, fearing the letter might contain a sleeping potion.

"It doesn't matter if you can't read."

Jiang Liu remained calm and composed. "Go find someone who recognizes Feng Yao's handwriting and teach him to take a look."

Hearing this, the shrew lowered her guard a little, but because Jiang Liu was dressed strangely, she was still worried. She called two pedestrians on the street to keep an eye on Jiang Liu, and then went to a teahouse not far away. She found a storyteller with a white beard and said, "Give him the letter."

Jiang Liu handed the letter to the storyteller.

The storyteller put a finger to his lips, opened the letter, examined the handwriting, and said to the shrew, "This is indeed Feng Yao's handwriting."

"What's written on it?"

"I asked the shrew."

"I'll repeat it—"

The storyteller read aloud, "To Wang Ma, thank you for taking care of my daughter for so many years, but please deliver her to the messenger on her way to Yuhang..."

I have been grateful for your kindness over the years and have no way to repay you. Therefore, I give you all of my property.

But I also hope that Wang Ma understands that the world is in chaos. Although you possess brute strength, you are ultimately not a cultivator like us, and cannot protect this family fortune. Recruiting a son-in-law is also unreliable; it's best to sell it...

The messenger will escort you safely home.

After reading the contents of the letter, Wang Ma realized that Jiang Liu was not a bad person, but a cultivator like Feng Yao. He had just taken care of Feng Baobao for many years and had developed feelings for her, so he was reluctant to part with her.

"Wang Mazi! You've struck it lucky!"

"Feng Yao's little building is worth at least five hundred silver dollars!"

“Wang Ma, don’t be sad about Feng Baobao. If she stays with you, she will only harm her. I have heard that there is a saint named Jiang Liu in Yuhang. When he became a saint, the strange phenomena spread throughout the land and blessed all people. A beggar on our street who was about to starve to death managed to crawl to the steamed bun shop, begged for a steamed bun, and survived.”

"..."

People were discussing it, and most of them advised Wang Ma to agree.

Wang Ma agreed, as a local wealthy businessman had already taken a liking to the Feng family's house and bought it on the spot for seven hundred silver dollars.

Jiang Liu also saw nine-year-old Feng Baobao, who had two braids and was wearing a blue and red jacket and skirt. She was already sensible and had bright eyes. Although she was reluctant to leave the house, she understood that it was her father's arrangement. She did not cry or make a fuss. She walked towards Jiang Liu and asked, "How are we going to get to Yuhang? On foot? Or by carriage? My father said that most cultivators walk."

"Don't rush to Yuhang yet. Let me take you back to Wang Ma's hometown first."

Jiang Liu squatted down, lifted Feng Baobao up with one hand, and then asked Wang Ma, "Is there anything else you need to bring?"

Wang Ma came out of the two-story building, carrying large and small bags, and said, "I don't have much myself, but these are all Miss's favorite clothes and bedding. I'm sorry to trouble you to take them with you, as I'm afraid Miss won't be used to it after going to Yuhang."

correct.

I'll go hire a carriage!

"The carriage is here!"

The streets were bustling, and news of the Feng family's sale had already reached the post station.

Jiang Liu glanced at the carriage, then asked Wang Ma, "When you came to this town, did anyone know how you got here?"

“I don’t know. Mr. Feng invited me directly from the countryside. Nobody in the city knows where my hometown is,” Wang Ma shook her head.

"In that case, we will not take the carriage, lest someone with ulterior motives try to track us down and murder us for our money."

But as soon as Jiang Liu finished speaking, the coachman who had brought the carriage objected, his eyes darkening as he muttered, "We wouldn't do such a thing!"

Jiang Liu did not answer. With a step, clouds appeared out of thin air beneath his feet, lifting up Wang Ma and holding Feng Baobao. Ignoring the crowd's exclamations of "immortals," he instantly transformed into a star in the sky and disappeared without a trace.

The coachman was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly...

Chapter 1329 In terms of age, I have to call you brother.

"Sir, you're actually a deity who can fly through the clouds!"

In a grove of trees outside a village in the mountains, the river flowed down from the clouds and set Wang Ma down. Wang Ma was stunned and couldn't help but want to kneel down in worship.

"What kind of deity am I? I'm just a cultivator. Don't worship immortals or Buddhas, just worship yourself."

Having said that, before Wang Ma could recover, he soared into the clouds and vanished in an instant, leaving only a tiny, yet dazzling, white glimmer on the horizon.

Wang Ma stared blankly, seemingly understanding why Feng Yao was forgoing a comfortable life to go out and seek enlightenment...

···

Yuhang.

Once again, with her feet firmly on the ground, Feng Baobao blinked and looked around at the bustling street. She felt a little unfamiliar with it, even afraid, and tightly gripped Jiang Liu's large hand.

"Don't be afraid, baby, I will be your second father from now on."

Jiang Liu squatted down, patted Feng Baobao's head, took her hand, bought her a candied hawthorn, comforted her bewildered heart, and then led her to stroll through the cultural street.

When the shop owners on the street learned that Jiang Liu had gained another "daughter," they were all very enthusiastic without asking why.

Although Feng Baobao was still rather reserved, she gradually became more outgoing.

Then.

Jiang Liu led her to Three Pools Mirroring the Moon, to the second level, where they met Wugensheng, who was wrestling with Bai Yuetian.

Wugensheng was pressed to the ground by the round ball.

"You little brat! How can your flesh and blood compare to my machine brain?"

Bai Yuetian spoke with conviction, a smug look on his face: (@~ー~@)

"I'm letting you have your way! Otherwise, I could have torn you apart in a heartbeat!" Wugensheng retorted, not to be outdone. He noticed Jiang Liu's arrival and had just turned around to say, "Jiang Liu, you've come at the right time, help me..." when he froze on the spot.

It was all because he saw Feng Baobao.

"dad."

Upon seeing Wugensheng, Feng Baobao ran up to him, called out, but then put her hands on her hips, looking very angry. "Every time you came home before, you said you were working outside, but it turns out you were secretly playing with toys here. What an irresponsible father you are."

"Toy?"