thefictionvixens Chapter 70 Master, let's have a fight.
Chapter 70 Master, let's have a fight.
Chapter 70 Master, let's have a fight.
"exquisite!"
The gourd fell from Lu Linglong's hand, and Li Muxuan used his power to catch it.
"It's okay, I'm fine..."
Feng Baobao reached out to support her, barely managing to steady herself.
The instant the liquid completely merged into her body, her consciousness seemed to be plunged into a vast and boundless torrent of information!
No, it's not just text information, it also includes images—incredibly clear and incredibly realistic images!
She "saw" it—
A hazy, strange space, seemingly located in the clouds or on a mountaintop, and a blurry yet incredibly familiar and majestic figure. She knew it was her master, Zhou Yi, standing with his hands behind his back.
Before the figure, light and shadow shifted, and countless golden and silver runes and ancient characters, incomprehensible to the eye, arranged, combined, demonstrated, and disassembled as if they possessed a life of their own—accompanied by the figure's deep and clear voice explaining, elucidating a certain fundamental "principle" and deconstructing a certain invisible "law" between heaven and earth.
Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a resounding bell, directly imprinted into the depths of her soul.
More than just observing, those runes, those principles, those energy cultivation paths, the rhythm of breathing, the flow of thoughts—all seemed to transform into countless tiny specks of light, actively and irresistibly flooding into her mind, merging with and reconstructing her own consciousness!
The massive flow of information far exceeded her brain's instantaneous processing capacity, bringing waves of sharp, throbbing pain and dizziness. Miraculously, however, it did not cause her to faint; instead, it left her in a strange state of extreme clarity and extreme confusion.
Fine beads of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, her face was slightly pale, and although her eyes were open, her pupils were somewhat unfocused, as if her gaze had pierced through reality and landed on some vast and boundless inner world composed of knowledge and laws.
The office was silent; everyone held their breath, watching Lu Linglong's sudden and violent reaction with bated breath.
Li Muxuan clenched his fists, his eyes fixed on the ground, filled with both anticipation and an undisguised excitement and envy—almost like that of a pilgrim.
The inheritance has begun.
Republic of China era.
Just before the spacetime connection of this Three Truths in the Same Month Order was about to be closed.
Inside the pale golden passage, Zhou Yi withdrew his gaze from where Lu Linglong was and turned it to the calm and composed young woman in ancient costume at the other end—Lady Li.
He had always had a question in his mind.
.....
"You are my future successor?" Zhou Yi asked directly, his gaze sharp, trying to discern clues from the other's subtle reactions. "What year in the future do you live in? How many years are separated from my present moment?"
Upon hearing this, Lady Li tilted her head slightly, a hint of pure confusion flashing in her eyes, which seemed to have frozen time. She gently shook her head: "I'm sorry, I am not your successor. I have never heard of the Three Truths School before." She paused, then asked a question that startled Zhou Yi: "As for the era—what is that?"
Not a successor? Never heard of the Three True Methods? Even the concept of time seems vague to them?
Zhou Yi frowned. A startling guess flashed through his mind, and he said in a deep voice, "You—are not in this world, not on Earth?"
"Is Earth the name of the world you live in?" The woman asked thoughtfully, then replied frankly, "The place I live in is not called Earth, but—"
Her voice suddenly stopped, as if she were listening intently to something. Then she turned to look at the empty space behind her, and a rare, lively expression, tinged with helplessness, appeared on her usually calm and composed face: "Oh no, I have to stop now. My little brother, that troublemaker, must have skipped school again and been caught by my mother. He's making a scene right now."
Before she could finish speaking, she seemed eager to deal with family matters and unilaterally and rather casually severed the connection of the "Three Truths in the Same Month Order".
The pale golden light and shadow on her end of the passage quickly dimmed and dissipated, leaving only a few faint ripples of light.
The Book of Changes, standing alone in its own space-time landscape, has a deeply furrowed brow.
Not on Earth?
The fact that she could use the "Three Truths in the Same Month" command so naturally and connect it with the past and present shows that she was definitely not just an "ordinary farm girl" as she appeared on the surface.
Could it be that the connection between the "Li woman" and the other end is not simply to the "future," but rather to another world that one will reach after ascending to immortality?
But if that's the case, why would the "Three True Ones in the Same Month Order" choose someone who seems to have no connection to them?
Zhou Yi fell into deep thought, various speculations and questions swirling in his mind.
Just then, the person he had been waiting for finally arrived.
He stopped pondering and leaped down from the tall tree trunk where he had been perched, as light as a falling leaf, without disturbing a speck of dust.
On the mountain path below, a figure in white was cautiously searching for something. His aura was refined, and the person was none other than Lu Jin.
The moment Zhou Yi landed, Lu Jin felt a chill run down his spine; his years of honed intuition allowed him to react instantly!
"Who?!" he shouted, leaping backward like a bowstring while simultaneously assuming a defensive stance, his Qi subtly circulating around him.
Once he regained his balance and clearly saw the person's appearance, his tense nerves suddenly relaxed.
"But—Brother Zhou Yi?" Lu Jin asked tentatively, his tone respectful.
When he entered the sect, Zhou Yi had already left the Sanyi Sect to travel the world, and the two never actually met.
Lu Jin was able to recognize Zhou Yi because Dongshan had recently sent back an old photo of Zhou Yi with some people in Cambridge many years ago.
"Lu Jin," Zhou Yi nodded slightly, acknowledging her identity, his tone calm, "You were looking for me?"
Lu Jin breathed a sigh of relief, quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting, and said, "Indeed! I received news from Xiaozhan that you had appeared in this area, so I rushed here immediately, hoping to try my luck. Senior Brother, please come back to the mountain with me! Everyone in the sect is looking for you, and Master—he has also emerged from seclusion and specifically requested to see you!"
"Master has emerged from seclusion?" A flicker of emotion crossed Zhou Yi's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "Very well. Let's go back then. This matter is now completely settled."
"Yes!" Lu Jin was overjoyed.
The two then traveled together and set off back to Sanyi Gate.
On the journey, Lu Jin could not hide his excitement and couldn't help but say, "Senior brother, you have recently done some truly earth-shattering things in the martial world! As I searched for you along the way, I heard countless people inquiring about your background, both openly and secretly. You have truly stirred up a storm in all directions."
"It's just killing some beasts that deserve to die and cleaning up some filth," Zhou Yi said calmly, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
Lu Jin, however, was well aware of the bloodshed and cruelty inherent in the word "cleansing." The two traveled together southward, and he truly witnessed his senior brother's methods and character.
Whenever Zhou Yi encounters someone committing evil on the road—whether it's an ordinary person oppressing the common people, a powerful figure bullying the weak, a warlord or landlord exploiting the local populace, a seemingly respectable nobleman, or even an arrogant foreign force—if they fall into Zhou Yi's eyes and are indeed guilty, he has only one word: kill! Decisive and ruthless, without the slightest hesitation or pity, and regardless of their status...
Background and constraints from various forces.
If any extraordinary person is dissatisfied and gathers fellow disciples or forces to resist, it is even simpler—they are uprooted. The entire sect or gang is often completely wiped out of the local area overnight, with swift and decisive measures that leave no room for retreat.
This journey was truly a bloodbath, with blood flowing like rivers, striking fear into the hearts of both the legitimate and criminal worlds, as well as domestic and foreign forces!
Countless powerful sects and influential forces that once dominated their regions and acted arrogantly have vanished into thin air under the unparalleled power and ruthless style of the I Ching.
The reputation of "a killing god has emerged from the Trinity Sect" spread like wildfire throughout the turbulent world of supernatural beings, attracting countless people's attention, fear, and speculation, as well as drawing more attention and hostility from the shadows.
Lu Jin, who was by her side, witnessed all of this and felt her heart pounding, her back often soaked with cold sweat.
He deeply admired Zhou Yi's unparalleled and invincible skills, which were not from within the sect and whose origins were unknown. He was also deeply impressed by Zhou Yi's fierce character and righteous spirit, which disregarded all conventions and bad habits, acted only according to his conscience and principles, and cleansed away the filth.
And so, the two of them, still carrying the chilling aura of killing intent and the bloodshed of the martial world, returned to the Sanyi Sect.
The main hall is located at the Sanyi Gate.
The light inside the hall was soft, and the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood.
Zuo Ruotong, the current sect leader of the Sanyi Sect, was sitting cross-legged on a futon, his eyes closed and his mind focused.
Time seemed to have left few marks on him; his face remained lean and handsome, but beneath that peaceful aura lay a profound depth.
"Master, the person is back." Si Chong strode into the hall and reported in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of complexity that was barely perceptible.
"Hmm." Zuo Ruotong slowly opened her eyes, a slight ripple flashing in those eyes that seemed to see through the ways of the world.
He didn't say much, but calmly got up, brushed off his spotless Taoist robe, and walked towards the temple gate.
The courtyard in front of the main hall was bathed in sunlight.
Led by Lu Jin, Zhou Yi had already passed through the mountain gate and entered this familiar courtyard.
Every blade of grass and every tree seems exactly the same as when I left, yet it feels as if separated by a thin veil of time, making it both familiar and somewhat distant.
On the stone steps in front of the hall, several elders and core disciples of the sect, including Si Chong, Cheng Zhen, Shui Yun, and Chang Qing, were already standing and waiting.
Their gazes fell squarely on the returning Zhou Yi, their expressions varied—some scrutinizing, some curious, some shocked, and some vaguely worried.
Until Zuo Ruotong appeared at the entrance of the main hall.
Sunlight streamed down from behind him, casting a soft halo around his tall figure.
He stood on the high steps, his gaze calmly looking down at the disciple he hadn't seen for over twenty years, whose demeanor had changed drastically.
Zuo Ruotong stared at Zhou Yi, her eyes, which seemed to see through people's hearts, measuring the marks that time had etched on him.
He spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly carrying throughout the courtyard, carrying the gentle warmth of years and a barely perceptible sigh: "Zhou Yi, you haven't returned for twenty years, have you? You've changed quite a bit; I—I hardly recognize you."
At the bottom of the steps, Zhou Yi met his mentor's gaze, bowed, and performed a standard disciple's salute.
As he straightened up, a gentle expression appeared on his face—the first one he had shown since entering the mountain gate: "Master, it has been a full twenty-three years. You—yet you are still as radiant as ever."
The reunion of master and apprentice after more than two decades was devoid of excited embraces or warm greetings. Instead, there was a calm conversation and an exchange of glances, which seemed to tell the story of countless years and the paths they had chosen.
The Sanyi Sect has its own unique rules.
If a disciple feels that there is no hope for cultivation, or that his or her heart is not in this path, he or she may apply to leave the mountain.
The sect will arrange some secular livelihoods for them as appropriate, to help them make a living.
That's how Zhou Yi departed back then.
But he was different from ordinary people. Those who lacked talent often wasted half their lives. Zhou Yi, however, left the mountain at a young age.
While he certainly felt his talent for cultivation was mediocre at the time (and he had no hope of reaching the third level in this lifetime), the more important reason was that staying in the Sanyi Sect, guarding the deep mountains, and quietly reciting the Yellow Court Classic could not save the land of China from its current turmoil and widespread suffering.
Zuo Ruotong seemed lost in memories as well. Looking at his disciple, he continued, "I still remember what you said when you decided to leave the mountain. It still rings in my ears. You said, 'The rise and fall of the nation is the responsibility of every citizen. The way of a disciple is not to cultivate in seclusion on the mountain, but to experience the mortal world below.'"
"Over the years, although I have lived in the mountains, I have not been closed off from the world. I often receive letters from Dongshan informing me of your whereabouts."
He studied abroad in the West, acquiring knowledge; upon his return, he established factories and opened modern schools; he devoted his entire fortune to supporting the revolution, even personally participating in the overthrow of the Qing Dynasty; afterwards, he navigated between the great powers, striving to uphold the national system—until recently, in that world-shaking event, it seemed—your shadow was also faintly present behind it.
Zuo Ruotong spoke calmly, as if recounting a past event unrelated to herself, but deep in her eyes was an indescribable, complex light.
He sighed softly: "As for what you have done, the path you have taken—how can I, Zuo Ruotong, simply lament my inferiority and explain it all?"
He paused, his gaze deepening as he looked at Zhou Yi, as if trying to pierce through the barrier of more than twenty years to see into the original intention of his disciple's choice: "Besides cultivation, Zhou Yi, sometimes when I sit quietly and ponder, I often think—what virtues and abilities do I, Zuo Ruotong, possess, and what qualifications do I have—to be your teacher?"
His voice carried genuine doubt, and even a barely perceptible hint of regret that a teacher had failed to guide his disciple on the most essential path.
"You are a true genius. This doesn't just refer to your talent for cultivation, but to your ability to always know what you want and what you should do, and to have the courage, ability, and perseverance to truly embark on the most difficult yet grandest path and forge ahead without hesitation."
"And now—"
Zuo Ruotong's gaze finally settled on Zhou Yi's calm eyes, which seemed to contain the vastness of the stars and the sea. At first glance, his sixth sense told him that the person in front of him was not someone he could fight.
Just like when he first started practicing cultivation and met his master.
Zuo Ruotong felt a mix of emotions: relief, pride, emotion, a touch of loneliness, and a deeper curiosity and desire to explore.
"—Even in the path of cultivation, you've already surpassed me?"
The sunlight shone quietly on the master and apprentice, one standing on the steps and the other below, separated by twenty-three years of tumultuous years and completely different life trajectories.
The courtyard was silent, save for the rustling of the mountain wind through the leaves, as if it too were listening to this dialogue that transcended time, savoring the profound and complex bond between master and disciple and their reflections on the path ahead.
Zhou Yi stood tall and straight like a pine tree in the center of the courtyard, his clear and calm demeanor welcoming his mentor on the steps.
The sharp edge honed through countless battles was now completely concealed, transforming into a calm and profound demeanor.
He didn't say much, but simply raised his hand and unfastened the seemingly ordinary, yet surprisingly profound, ancient sword case at his waist.
With a slight flick of his wrist, the sword case slipped from his hand, but instead of falling to the ground, it floated silently in the air about three zhang away from him, as if being lifted up by an invisible force.
Then, he slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers outstretched, palm facing upward, making a clear and solemn challenge gesture.
Zhou Yi looked at Zuo Ruotong, his voice steady and clear, echoing in the quiet courtyard: "Master, let's have a fight."
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