The bright torches shone brightly across. The young woman’s eyes showed a look of disbelief. She shouted loudly, "We’re at the back of the mountain, further beyond is a cliff, how did you guys manage to climb up?"
Hearing the young woman’s voice, Pei Zi Yun gave a cold look at his oncoming enemies. They had extremely hostile appearances. Could it be the tribe’s enemies, the other mountain tribes?
"Kill!"
More than twenty mountain people surrounded them, all of them with menacing killing intent. Their sheaths were all hanging from their waists, empty. Their blades were reflecting the light from their torches. As they started to cordon off Pei Zi Yun’s escape path, they were shouting loudly, and it was an intimidating sight.
"Finish them!"
Pei Zi Yun drew his longsword and gave a cold laugh. His sword was glistening under the light. "Zhng" The tip of his sword burst into flames momentarily before a white strand of energy rested on the blade of the sword. He had imbued his sword with energy, as it shook vigorously under his firm grip, and he almost lost control.
"Pu" The nearest attacker was stabbed in his throat, where a wide gaping hole formed. Blood gushed out of his new orifice.
Pei Zi Yun then saw the shine of a blade about to fall upon him. Instantly, his shadow turned into a blur. With inhuman speed, he appeared at the right side of his next opponent. Unable to dodge, all he could do was watch in shock. He gasped at the absurdity of the situation, as he heard the sound of the longsword penetrating into his body without any resistance. Before he knew it, the entire length of the sword had buried itself within his body. Pei Zi Yun then pulled his sword out.
"Ah...." It took a much longer time to describe the situation compared to the speed in which it happened. He moved so quickly that both his victims fell to the ground at the same time.
"Fight, follow the Young Chieftain and repel our enemies!"
"Kill! Kill him!" Someone shouted. Immediately after, several blades were upon him.
"Blinding Light Technique!"
Immediately after he uttered those words, an entire screen of blinding white light formed in front of him. Everyone was temporarily blinded and stunned by the light, and could not see what was happening.
"Die!" Pei Zi Yun stepped to the left and lodged his sword into the left shoulder of the nearest enemy. He pulled his sword back out and dodged to the right before stabbing another person in the heart.
Shifting his stance after every step, his sword flew in all directions. The people who had surrounded him fell to the ground one by one. Some had their throats ripped out by the ferocity of the sword techniques and blood splattered in all directions.
As the Blinding Light Technique started to wane, the mountain warriors who had attacked him were astonished and horrified. They started screaming in fear, "Magical arts, the High Priest’s magic arts!"
"Do not panic." At this point, a middle-aged mountain warrior charged towards him, "Give me your life!"
His sword then charged towards Pei Zi Yun, threatening his life.
"Be brave, be brave!" Several timid warriors started shouting, as if to regain their composure and bravery.
The sky was initially cloudy, but they had dispersed by now. The cold moonlight and the flickering of stars cast some light down from overhead. With the flash of the sword, this middle-aged mountain warrior’s cap flew into the air. All of a sudden, he opened his mouth wide and let out an agonizing loud shout.
His shout lasted for less than a fraction of a second as he fell down to the ground from the ferocity of the blow. Using his palms, he pushed himself off the ground and managed to force himself to his knees. His cap was now missing, and in its place a large mess of red and white could be seen atop his head. Soon after, he fell to the ground, without a sound.
Up to this point, this was the first time that Pei Zi Yun ever had to retreat. He had to dodge two blows from him before returning one deadly strike.
To be able to make Pei Zi Yun retreat meant that he was not an ordinary fighter. The next two warriors before him had clear and sharp gazes. One of them was a young man. Although he had a big frame and a sturdy built, his face was still young and unseasoned. The other was a middle aged man, with high arching eyebrows, his face bore the numerous hardships he had to endure.
'These mountain warriors have developed a proficiency for sword fights through many years of massacre and killings.'
'Their style of fighting is very similar to those of the military men, except their is much more unorthodox and queer.'
They stood there sizing each other up for a very short time. In the next moment, the three of them charged forward, their shadows interlocking. When they broke apart, there was a "Pah" and a wrist was being flung up in the air, as it was hacked off with a fierce uppercut. The victim tried to catch his falling, severed wrist with both hands instinctively, but realized he was missing a wrist. His remaining hand flailed helplessly as his severed wrist fell to the ground.
"Zhng" Pei Zi Yun parried the strong blow dealt by the young man and broke away from him. The middle aged man who had lost his master hand picked up his sword with his left hand. The moonlight shone onto his face, and Pei Zi Yun took a good look at him. Not a trace of pain could be found on his face, although he did look somewhat distressed. He then wielded the sword and charged towards Pei Zi Yun.
"Pu"
This time, Pei Zi Yun’s sword stabbed him in the left side. The middle-aged man’s eyes gaped wide open. As blood spouted out from his wound. Pei Zi Yun withdrew his sword from within the cavity of the middle aged man, and raised his sword once again to block the timely blow from the young man.
'He’s so young, and clearly doesn’t have a reputable swordsman as a teacher, and yet his skills are already so impressive. This means that he’s innately gifted.'
'It’s a pity that he met me, as he shall die anyway!'
To force Pei Zi Yun to exert his utmost, these two men must’ve had a great deal of practice and experience with sword fights. They were considered extremely proficient swordsmen. However, speaking of proficiency, this young man was slightly better than his older partner.
Sword techniques involved a great deal of military strategies as well. Hence, Pei Zi Yun decided to kill off the weaker person first. In doing so, he eliminated their ability to attack together and cause him problems. Now this young man was on his own.
Within the next second, this young man’s eyes bore a murderous look. His youthful exuberance had been replaced by a sinister and terrifying killing intent. In the next moment, the young man pounced up like a leopard, his sword moving as quick as lightning itself.
"Binding Technique!" The momentary pause earlier was probably for the young man to amass his hatred and energy and lash it out at Pei Zi Yun. It was a pity that Pei Zi Yun wasn’t just a pure fighter. This pause gave him the chance to exhibit his Dao techniques as well.
The young man’s body froze rigidly. Although this technique would only last for a fraction of a second or less, that would be the difference between life and death. In the next moment, the edge of the sword penetrated his skin and parted his flesh. Pei Zi Yun drove the sword through his chest and heart.
The young man had a strange expression on his face. His hands then released his sword as he fell to his knees. His face hardened as his hands touched the blade as if meaning to pick it up once more. The moment his palms touched the handle of the sword, he fell face down onto the ground.
"The Dajiu father and son are dead. The Dajiu father and son are dead!" Within a second, panic spread across the faces of the remaining warriors, most of them in shocked disbelief.
There was a mistake in the news that they had received. The mountain tribes were told that the High Priest’s successor had come to succeed him. Hence, they used fire to contain the snakes so that the successor would not be able to call upon them. Doing this would supposedly weaken the successor, so that killing him was easy. However, they had just witnessed the fierceness of his sword techniques. He was so skillful that even the pair of renowned swordsmen had fallen to him so quickly.
"Follow the Young Chieftain, kill them all!" He Qing Qing paused after seeing everything unfold before her. She then snapped back to the present situation. Raising her blade, she charged through.
"To hell with you! We will never let the High Priest be revived." The mountain warriors were clearly so afraid of the High Priest’s return that they were pushed to a corner and were driven crazy by fear. Their thoughts were interrupted by a warrior shouting as he charged towards them crazily.
As he got closer, He Qing Qing stepped forward, a smile was etched on her face, her blade raised as well. After several exchanges, the warrior lunged his sword out in a jab. He Qing Qing nimbly evaded the blow, which left the warrior open. She then stabbed his neck from the side. Clutching his wound, he fell to the ground and bled out soon after.
"How is it going on the Young Chieftain’s side?" He Qing Qing turned her head to look. She saw Pei Zi Yun being surrounded by seven or eight warriors. His sword flashing as he jabbed out in assault continuously. He was holding his own against so many of them, and yet they were not a match for him. In the blink of an eye, he had subdued all of them. Every time his sword moved, be it in an attacking stance or a counter attacking stance, blood was spilt. Since he was up against so many people, he could not afford to be graceful and hold back. For if he were to hesitate in the slightest, even someone as skillful as himself would end up being killed. Hence, his sword moved in a crazed frenzy as he strove to subdue all of them within the quickest amount of time possible. Flesh and blood spilled in all directions.
Before a minute even passed, the entire ground was strewn with corpses and blood. The remaining warriors were either pressed to insanity by the sight before them, or they didn’t even have the time to feel fear, as they kept attacking without a care for their own lives. With raised swords, their assault persisted. He Qing Qing witnessed a man’s shoulder being severed from his torso.
The gleam of sword was unceasing and unabating. The number of warriors however dwindled rapidly. The last man standing revealed a grotesque smile before his head was split open. Two large eyeballs popped out from within his sockets as he fell forward.
There was no enemy left. Just as they were about to exhale a sigh of relief, they noticed one warrior standing before Pei Zi Yun, holding a sword. He was trembling violently in fear.
"Speak, who sent you here?" Pei Zi Yun used his hands to wipe the droplets of sweat. His entire body was full of enemies’ blood and sweat. In this short span of killing, Pei Zi Yun’s energy was almost depleted.
"Die!" Although this mountain warrior alone and trembling in fear, he managed to muster all the courage and charged towards Pei Zi Yun. Pei Zi Yun raised his sword lazily and disarmed him instantly. His sword flew up into the air, and landed on the ground a distance away from him. Pei Zi Yun then raised his sword and pointed it at the neck of the warrior. Just as he was about to question him, the warrior charged forward, killing himself at this point of Pei Zi Yun’s sword.
"Pu!" A large stream of blood flowed out from the wound before he fell to the ground. There was so much blood on the floor that it was a sea of red, and the ground could not be seen. His eyes were gleaming, as if there was still hope for these mountain warriors.
At this point, they had defended themselves successfully and killed all their enemies. He Qing Qing’s face was pale, clearly in a state of shock. The pair of mountain warriors who had accompanied them immediately fell to their knees and shouted, "Young Chieftain, the assailants have all been subdued."
Their bodies trembled, clearly at the point of exhaustion both physically and mentally.
He Qing Qing stood by the side. Her ears pricked as she hurriedly stepped forward, "Young Chieftain, I can hear the sound of drums and people shouting."
Pei Zi Yun immediately reacted to the sound as well, "Not good, more tribesmen have come to attack us. Hurry, retreat."
The four of them started running. From afar, they could see the mountain in front of them filled with people. In the dark, the mass of people looked like snakes on the mountain. They all carried torches. Based on Pei Zi Yun’s estimate, there looked to be at least a thousand or two thousands men holding torches. They were extremely imposing and fearsome. As their own tribesmen saw the number of warriors they had, they trembled in panic.
"Hurry, hurry!" The four of them rushed back. When they were near their stronghold, they could see some warriors holding torches as they patrolled around. When the four of them were near, the patrolling warriors shouted from afar, "Is that the tribe leader and the Young Chieftain?"
"Yes, it’s us." He Qing Qing walked up to acknowledge. When they heard the voice of a woman, the man patrolling the walls heaved a sigh of relief, "Hurry, lower the basket for the tribe leader and Young Chieftain."
Once they heard the instructions, the men atop the wall released a huge basket supported by vines. The four of them divided into pairs and took took turns to be raised up by the vines. Once they reached the top of the wall, they were greeted by familiar faces. He Qing Qing then heaved a sigh of relief, and was secretly overjoyed, "Thankfully we are all fine."
"Tribe leader, Young Chieftain, we don’t know why. But the five nearest tribes started attacking us today, and wish to annex our entire tribe."
Even before Pei Zi Yun could reply, there were rushed footsteps coming from down below.
The footsteps came from all different directions. At first, there was no particular rhythm to their footsteps, but once they converged, their footsteps synchronized with each other.
In a very short amount of time, the top of the wall was surrounded by fellow tribesmen, visible under the moonlight. There were at least a hundred of them, men and women, young and old. Their once ragged clothing had been replaced by a unique set of robes, as though it was prepared for battle. Their eyes were all red with determination.
The old woman from yesterday who had wrinkles all over her face had dressed up in a nice looking set of robes. It looked like a sort of priestess attire. She waved a black flag and had a whistle in her mouth. The rest of the tribe, regardless of whether they were old, or whether they were women all stopped whatever they were doing. They then gathered around in three rows, in attention.
Following their complete assembly, the row of people on the right moved simultaneously and threw out a piece of cloth each. It seemed like the cloth was used as a sheath to their blades. Their blades resembled the Miaodao, except it was about a meter long and had no handle. The edge of the blade looked extremely sharp. They were all standing rigidly, waiting for orders.
'The killing aura that radiated from this group is extremely impressive, along with their fearsome formation.'
'Even if they starved, or if their clothes were rags, their war banners, their war uniforms and even weapons were being preserved and upkept extremely well.'
Pei Zi Yun glance at them and was astounded. A chill ran up from his spine to his head.
When he ascended the mountain yesterday, he saw a bunch of poor and starved mountain people. Hence when the young woman said that the remaining group of people within the stronghold were the most loyal, he did not think too much of it. All he thought was that he had to protect these people.
However seeing this scene unfold before him, he saw their true colors and understood what the young woman had meant.
"Young Chieftain, the Lumen Troops are all assembled and ready for orders." The old woman said loudly. The black flag was dancing in the wind, beneath the flag the entire tribe were assembled. Seeing the scene before them, the young woman opened her mouth in shock as well. Pei Zi Yun looked at them and understood.
'He Qing Qing was just in charge of the provisions and ensuring the tribe had enough food and necessities. The person who was truly in charge here was the old woman who was holding onto the flag!'
'For great senior uncle to call himself a King, I had found it funny. However based on what I’m looking at right now, in order for him to achieve that, he had an extraordinary way of doing things. He must’ve trained everyone within the stronghold to fight in formation.'
'It’s been twenty years, and the remaining people still have the same unity and determination as before!'
Everyone was gathered atop the wall of the stronghold, ready to fight the oppressors to their death.
The old woman gave a bow before coughing. She then said slowly, "The Young Chieftain hadn’t paid his respects to the Chieftain yesterday, hence forgive me for not paying my respects to you then."
"That’s a small matter. What’s the situation now?" Pei Zi Yun’s expression was grave. Their fierce and orderly demeanor had startled him earlier. When he looked at them once again, he noticed that although they still carried a fearsome aura, most of them were actually old and frail.
With his level of skills, he can take on tens of fighters with his sword. As for hundreds of people, his Dao arts would no longer be as effective against the masses. With thousands of people it would be hard for him to defend himself. He might even end up being killed.
As for the group of old and frail people as soldiers, they would not be of much use as well.
When the old woman heard Pei Zi Yun’s words, she stepped forward to lead the way. She then started to explain, "Young Chieftain, thankfully our patrolling warriors realized that there were some movement. They then locked up the gates leading to our stronghold. Later on then we found out it was the other mountain tribes who had come to attack us."
Just as he was speaking, a few people joined up with the group of warriors below the stronghold. Pei Zi Yun then looked outside. At this point, the stars were flickering brightly overhead. He then looked at the black, glistening river flowing some distance away. He knew that this river stretched on for more than two thousand kilometers. The currents along the river were strong, and surged through the banks. On the banks was a flat land, filled with a multitude of rocks and pebbles. Next to the banks were the mountainous plains, slightly further up was where the mountain warriors were assembled. They were wearing black clothes around their heads, and black sheepskins were tied tightly to their ankles. They wore flats that enabled them to move quickly, and carried torches.
Amidst the mountain warriors, a woman was dressed in a long traditional black robe and was standing in the middle, near a fire. A raven sat perched on her shoulder as she held the staff of authority in her hands. The warriors around her seemed to be reporting to her, and she seemed very fierce and awe inspiring.
Three people had just joined up with the tribes. The Priestess seemed to be speaking to them as she pointed the staff in the direction of Pei Zi Yun and the rest of them. The warriors around her then raised their swords in unison before shouting out a war cry.
The warriors then started to split up. Some people took out high ladders, and others took out shields. A warrior then stood out among them. He looked to be their leader, and shouted out towards Pei Zi Yun’s stronghold, "You all should surrender. You can’t escape. We still have thousands of people behind us. Why would you give up your lives for a dead man and a man whose history is a mystery to you?"
"The High Priest has already been dead for so many years, he’s not coming back." The lead warrior’s face was full of spite and hatred, as he shouted towards their stronghold.
He Qing Qing listened but did not speak. The old woman beside her stepped forward and shouted, "You bunch of traitors. Have you forgotten about the dignity of our old Chieftain? Today, you come with the intention of attacking us. In the following days, you shall bear the full wrath of the Chieftain’s punishments."
"And you, Li Zhu, have you forgotten how much the Chieftain favored and adored you? And yet there you stand, a traitor to the Chieftain and the Young Chieftain."
The woman in long black robes heard the old woman’s words and laughed emotionless, "Favor and adoration? He killed my father and my brother, and seized my tribe and commanded us to follow him. Is that favor?"
"I waited day and night, until the day he finally died. And I’ve waited for today as well, to kill off the person who was to succeed him."
"I’ve waited for many years. I shall destroy every shred of hopes and dreams that he had. That is why I’m here today. I rushed here as soon as I could, the moment I heard the news."
"Once I’ve killed all of you, I shall open his tomb, and ground his bones into ashes and let him suffer the eternal curse of the deities."
When she arrived to the end of the sentence, her voice turned hoarse, her eyes were maniacal. She then coughed violently and had to be supported by several warriors. The lead warrior then took her place by the fire.
"Haha, the High Priest had long died, and shall never live again. There’s nobody to control the venomous vipers and bugs. Unless your Young Chieftain has the same capabilities as the High Priest. If that were the case, we would’ve retreated a long time ago. Why are we here then?"
"The venomous vipers and bugs have not attacked us. Since you cannot control the poisonous insects and snakes, and you refuse to surrender, then you shall all die!" The lead warrior was smiling eerily as he spoke. In his voice, the disdain and intense hatred was palpable. He then shouted, "Sons, who among us do not have any hatred for the High Priest? Let’s kill them all. Kill all the old and weak peasants above."
The warriors below gave a cry of acknowledgement before rushing forward.
He Qing Qing looked down at the rushing group of people, her eyes were filled with despair and anger. However, she did not remain idle. Instead, she ordered, "Everyone prepare stones and start boiling our wastewater."
Pei Zi Yun followed her orders and looked up at their stronghold. He realized that there were plenty of large boulders. Beside those boulders, there were a pair of hot pots and were boiling something within. A foul smell ensued from the pots.
"Boom!" Following the sound of footsteps, three long ladders had been swung towards their walls. As people started climbing the ladders. The old woman then ordered, "Release the boulders!"
Several women grouped up and worked together to lift the boulders atop the wall. The big and able-bodied men did not move. They were preserving their energy for when the fighting gets more cruel and intense.
"Release!" Instantly, ten huge boulders fell in a straight line from atop the wall and knocked several people off the ladder as they screamed out in pain, their arms flailed wildly before crashing to the ground.
The old woman shouted again, "Golden juice!"
Immediately two women lifted up a single huge pot. Within each pot manure and wastewater were being boiled, which stank to high heavens. They emptied the pot down upon the climbing warriors.
The entire atmosphere was filled with dank and pungent excrement stink. More screams of agony could be heard. Several mountain warriors had their entire faces burnt, as they fell off the ladder, screaming in pain. Even people who had worn armor were not safe from the burning excrement. Smoke billowed from the bodies as their skin was burnt right off their bodies, revealing white bones.
The people who had been burnt by the boiling excrement had to deal with the intense pain of being burnt. Additionally, there was a ton of bacteria and maggots within the manure which would infect their burn wounds. Infection would inevitably set in soon. Unless they received Dao healing, there was no possibility of survival.
The pungent smell of excrement and the screams of agony caused several enemies nearby to retch their guts out onto the ground. Most of the surrounding enemies had look of fear on their faces.
'These war tactics are similar to my world Sino-Turkish wars tactics.'
'Although the stronghold had been prepared for such an attack, alas their numbers could not match up to their vast army. There is no way to prevent the eventual loss.'
The young woman and the old woman led the army. Although they had small numbers, they kept hurling rolling boulders and boiling manure down. Anyone who tried to scale the walls were immediately obstructed. However, all these manures and boulders would eventually be used up. When that happens, they had nothing to fall back on.
Another old woman stood at the side as she struggled to throw a boulder down. Her entire body was hot with perspiration. Pei Zi Yun then asked, "Do they have any bows and arrows, for me to help in defending?"
Although Pei Zi Yun was no marksman, but based on his skills in martial arts, he had full confidence that every arrow would find a target.
He Qing Qing looked at the busy crowd on her side of the wall and paused to think, "We do have bows and arrows. However, I’m afraid even with Young Chieftain’s help we might not be able to hold out for much longer."
"This is the map of the mountains behind us. Here’s the flute as well. We have too many people for all of us to cross the Snake Mountains. With Young Chieftain’s martial arts capabilities, these traitors have no way of obstructing you."
"What I’m trying to say is, Young Chieftain should sneak out in the dark of the night. We shall hold out here for as long as we can. As long as Young Chieftain survives this attack, the rest of our deaths will be worth it." When the old woman heard this, she turned around and laughed, revealing several missing teeth, "Qing Qing, you have to follow him. Us, Lumen Troops will defend our stronghold for as long as we can."
"The Chieftain had many secrets that you would need to update the Young Chieftain about."
"We’re old and do not have long left to live. It’s about time to be reunited with the Chieftain."
The sounds of people dying intensified. Pei Zi Yun held his authority staff in his hands, his expression was one of contemplation. As for the venomous snakes and bugs, there could be another way to control them. As he thought about this, he then said, "Try and hold on for as long as you can. Give me up to midnight, I will think of a way."
"Qing Qing, take me to your room." Pei Zi Yun said calmly. Although they were in the middle of an intense battle, and the sounds of killings echoed up to the heavens, Pei Zi Yun maintained a air of composure and confidence.
He Qing Qing paused for sometime. She still had a ton of life and vigor in her. Without asking why, she replied, "Yes Young Chieftain!"
She then led him back in. They reached the interior of the stronghold and Pei Zi Yun noticed that there were many strings of chilli hung at the door, giving it a red and fiery feeling when someone looked at it. Pei Zi Yun thought that these chilli were an accurate representation of the characters of these people, fiery and passionate.
There was a wooden bed within the room, and had a delicate feel to it. Several silver decorations hung from the room. She then lit up a lamp.
"Young Chieftain, this is my room. You can use it. It’s just that Young Chieftain, you…." The young woman said but was interrupted by Pei Zi Yun’s raised hand, "Go and defend the stronghold. Just give me up to midnight."
Hearing Pei Zi Yun’s words, He Qing Qing needed no second instruction as she bowed before leaving.
Pei Zi Yun then placed the staff under the pillow and gently lowered himself into bed. As with previous times, he slowly drifted to sleep. The only difference was the sweet smelling fragrance on her bed.
Within the dream. Pei Zi Yun realized that he was within the mountains. And the sight before him was extremely familiar. This was the mountain of Free Cloud Sect. A four or five years old little Daoist was holding the hands of an older Daoist as they walked.
"Master, Master, what’s the purpose of cultivating?" The little Daoist asked innocently.
"Cultivation?" The master heard the little Daoist’s question and started laughing, "The purpose of cultivation is to reach a point where your flesh and mortal body becomes saintly, and you will never grow old or sick."
"Master you’ve cultivated for so many years, you must be at the stage where you shall never grow old or sick?" The little Daoist asked, his eyes were wide open.
"Master hasn’t reached that stage yet. You have innate talents, and can definitely surpass Master in that regard. When that happens, you shall fulfill my wishes." The old Daoist laughed as he spoke.
In the blink of an eye, a young Daoist was walking alone. He could see the many peach blossoms blooming before him. He then plucked a peach blossom and sighed, "The flowers bloom before withering and dropping. Can I really attain a long life?"
"Junior brother, not good. Hurry follow me. Our Master isn’t going to make it." A middle-aged man shouted anxiously.
The Young Daoist was shocked as he dropped the peach blossom before hurriedly following the middle-aged man.
"Master! Master!" Several men in the room were crying and wailing. As soon as the young Daoist walked in, they all cleared a path for him and allowed him to walk through. The young Daoist rushed straight to his Master.
The Old Daoist grabbed the hands of the young man and said gently, "You are my last disciple and the most gifted. Walk down the path of cultivation to the end for me, and ensure that your body becomes saintly. I am tired. In my next life, you do not have to find me and take me along the Dao. As long as you succeed, I shall be contented."
His words carried a tone of hopelessness and exhaustion, as he waited for death to claim him.
"Yue’er, in this life, I wasn’t good enough for you. I hope that in the next life, we can grow old and have full heads of white hair together." The Old Daoist stretched out a finger, as if touching his lover’s finger. However, before he could even touch her fingers, his hands went limp.
"Ah?" The young man screamed out. Everything became a blur. The young Daoist now became a teenager. He stood on the cliff as the cold wind blew right at him, inflating his robes. From afar, there were two men standing beside each other. The man beside him could not hold it in any longer and asked, "Junior brother, you’ve already become a Yin Master. Why do you have to insist on pursuing the Sect Leader position?"
"And why do you have to go to the Southern Kingdom again? It’s too far away. Besides, when you die, Paradise is also a stable source for you, there’s no need to go so far. All these years, our Master kept secrets from Master’s wife. That’s why he didn’t want to stay. Why can’t you take advantage of this situation, why must you…." The Daoist looked at the teenager beside him.
This teenager had a severe look on his face. After staying in silence for some time, he then said, "Senior brother, you do not have to persuade me any longer. Since my origins were from the Southern Kingdom, and I cannot become the Sect Leader, then I have to find another way."
"The will of heaven is indeed mysterious. I wish to try. Even if there’s a glimmer of hope I will fight for it."
"But junior brother, the source of Qi within the Southern Kingdom is too little, you will not be able to accomplish anything." The Daoist urged him.
"Haha, senior brother, you do not have to persuade me anymore. I am going to the Southern Mountains. Help me tell the sect, they have to pursue and try and kill me. Someday I shall return if I succeed. If I fail, I do not wish to implicate the sect."
"Xian Lian, why must you?"
"Senior brother, I’ve made up my mind." The Daoist spoke as he descended the mountain. His eyes, a look of conviction.
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