Kapitel 57: How Can I, a Disciple of the Baiyujing Sect, Be Absent from the World's Heroes?
In the courtyard, it was very quiet, with fallen leaves gently swaying in the wind.
"Last year, on this day in this courtyard, the peach blossoms reflected red faces..."
Lu Fan looked at this beautiful scene, sitting in his wheelchair, absentmindedly tapping his fingers on the armrest, with a smile that seemed ambiguous.
"Cough, cough..."
Lu Fan's voice was not disguised, and everyone couldn't help but look strange.
Mo Tianyu's cough came weakly, mixed with a hint of annoyance: "Let... Let me down!"
Jing Yue, carrying the yellow pearwood sword box, landed in the courtyard, looking carefree.
"If you wanted me to let you down, you should have said so earlier. How would I know if you didn't tell me?"
"You, always wanting to save face and suffer. Are you standing steadily now? The young master asked me to carry you. Do you think I enjoy holding you?"
"If you want me to let you down, don't hold onto me so tightly."
Jing Yue kept on chattering.
Mo Tianyu's face flushed with anger. His cracked lips murmured something, wanting to say something. However, Jing Yue suddenly let go of his hand.
With a "snap," Mo Tianyu fell to the ground, landing quite firmly.
"Alright, alright, Tianyu, apologize to Master Lu. It's time for us to return to the capital."
The Grandmaster's hands were tucked into his wide-sleeved robe.
Mo Tianyu, barely alive, stood up unsteadily. He felt excruciating pain in every part of his body. He didn't die; he thought he was going to die. In the moment when Lu Fan's spiritual pressure suppressed him, when he couldn't control his own life, when he hovered between life and death, helplessness and fear destroyed his pride.
Mo Tianyu lowered his eyes, tremblingly raised his hands, bloody and bruised, folded them together, and bowed to Lu Fan.
"Forgive Tianyu's sins. They are unforgivable. Please... forgive me, Young Master Lu."
Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, the smell of blood rushing to his throat, making him feel a bit bitter.
On the wheelchair, Lu Fan propped up his chin with one hand and rested the other on the woolen blanket covering his legs. The wind blew, lifting Lu Fan's jet-black hair, and the strands fluttered gently in front of his forehead.
"Go back and learn from Master, and also... don't casually divine fortunes for others."
"Divining fortunes, you're really not suited for it."
Mo Tianyu's body trembled, his mouth twitched, feeling as if a knife had pierced his heart.
"Thank you, Young Master Lu, for the reminder."
Mo Tianyu bowed again.
The Grandmaster was somewhat surprised to see Mo Tianyu like this. The once proud Mo Tianyu actually made such a humble gesture, which was indeed beyond his expectations. It was as if he was seeing his disciple clearly for the first time. It seemed that this loss was not necessarily a bad thing for Mo Tianyu.
The Grandmaster left.
Mo Tianyu, covered in injuries, got on the horse-drawn carriage and galloped out of Beiluo City. The Grandmaster was quite satisfied with this trip to Beiluo City. Lu Fan's strength made him understand what a true natural talent was. Of course, he also learned a new term from Lu Fan, "cultivator." The Grandmaster had a premonition that perhaps the future world would belong to cultivators. However, this was also an opportunity for Dazhou to turn the tables. The Grandmaster was very relieved about Lu Fan; he didn't see any ambition in him, or perhaps... a mere Dazhou Dynasty couldn't bear Lu Fan's ambition. Therefore, he was very satisfied with this trip. What he was most worried about was that Lu Fan would covet imperial power, gathering a large army like the thirteen princes, and tearing Dazhou apart. If that were the case, then perhaps there would be no hope for Dazhou at all.
Outside Beiluo City, on the boundless plain, the sound of horse hooves burst forth, raising clouds of dust into the sky.
The carriage, pulled by five horses, swayed and jolted. Inside the carriage, the Grandmaster sat cross-legged, while Mo Tianyu lay flat, staring at the roof of the carriage, silent.
"Tianyu, do you still hold any resentment in your heart?"
The Grandmaster spoke slowly.
Mo Tianyu, staring at the roof of the carriage, seemed somewhat numb.
"At first, I was full of hatred, deep to the bone. But... after spending days buried underground, I no longer feel hatred. I'm even grateful."
Mo Tianyu's voice was hoarse.
The Grandmaster's face, full of wrinkles, showed a hint of surprise.
"Oh?"
"You've changed."
Mo Tianyu pulled the corners of his mouth.
"Between life and death, people can understand many things and comprehend many truths."
"Back then, I thought highly of myself, apart from Master, I looked down on everyone else in the world. In reality... it's quite laughable. Not to mention Lu Fan from Beiluo, even the hegemon of Xijun, Xiang Shaoyun, or Jiang Li from the Drunken Dragon City, are beyond my comparison. Even my junior brother, Kong Nanfei, left me in the dust. Thinking about my pride, it's quite ridiculous."
Mo Tianyu said slowly.
Inside the carriage, the smile on the Grandmaster's face became even richer, as he raised his hand to stroke his long beard, his expression warm.
"It's not too late for you to realize these things."
"Listening to your words, you still have criteria in your heart for the heroes of the world. Can you tell your teacher about it?"
The Grandmaster chuckled.
If the disciple could understand the intricacies of the heart, he would naturally be pleased.
Mo Tianyu's eyes flickered, showing some signs of vitality returning as he struggled to sit up from the carriage.
"In my heart, the ranking of heroes doesn't include the Hundred Schools of Thought."
"The leader should naturally be the Hegemon of Xijun, born with divine power, invincible in martial arts, a grandmaster warrior, unrivaled in the world."
"Secondly, the Mo Family, Mo Shougui, the son of Mo Beike, discarding the dross of the Hundred Schools, embracing their essence, extraordinary talent."
"Thirdly, the number one of the Daoist Sect, Li Sansi, riding a green bull with a wooden sword, defeated two thousand Western Rong cavalry and recaptured three border cities."
Mo Tianyu exhaled deeply.
The Grandmaster smiled and nodded.
"Of course, now..."
Mo Tianyu looked out of the carriage window, gazing at the end of the plain, where a solitary smoke rose vertically, and continued slowly.
"Among the top three, there must be a place for Lu Ping'an of Beiluo."
The Grandmaster also looked out of the window.
He didn't deny Mo Tianyu's words.
However, he remembered Lu Fan on Hu Xin Island, who seemed to control the overall situation like a chess piece.
He lightly stroked his beard, his smile becoming more meaningful.
Just a place?
The carriage roared.
The setting sun, sinking in the west, was like a shy girl's blush, casting a crimson glow, stretching the silhouette of the carriage long across the plain.
...
Night fell gradually.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, sprinkling a cold brilliance.
In Beiluo City, at the Lu Manor.
Lu Fan sat in his wheelchair, playing with a pearl hairpin in his hand. The moonlight shone on him, his complexion like jade, lips red and teeth white, graceful like an immortal.
Ning Zhao and Yi Yue stood behind Lu Fan.
Ni Yu, with a face full of grievances, was playing chess in the distance, while guided by Nie Changqing, trying to maintain an unsteady horse stance.
Jing Yue, on the other hand, looked on with glee at Ni Yu's plight.
In the small pond, fish swam and stirred up ripples.
"Ning Jie, Lao Nie..."
Lu Fan spoke slowly.
Nie Changqing walked over, and along with Ning Zhao, said, "Young Master, what are your orders?"
"The Immortal Destiny Secret Realm of Mount Wolong, you should be aware of it, right?"
Lu Fan said.
Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao trembled inwardly.
"For you two, this is a great opportunity... If all the heroes of the world gather at Mount Wolong, do you have any chance of seizing the opportunity?"
Lu Fan played with a white jade chess piece and said slowly.
Nie Changqing pondered for a moment, then his eyes flashed with bitterness and frustration.
"We have no assurance."
Nie Changqing said.
Ning Zhao also felt helpless. Because what Nie Changqing said was the truth.
"If Young Master personally goes, there will surely be a great chance, but we... Compared to the heroes of the world, we are still far too weak."
"Xijun Hegemon, Xiang Shaoyun, who was able to defeat a grandmaster at the age of six, is now a grandmaster himself. How strong he is, we have no idea. At least... even if Lao Nie has the Blade Mastery Technique, he is still no match for him."
Ning Zhao remained silent, as if it went without saying that if Nie Changqing couldn't defeat him, she wouldn't stand a chance either.
Even though she had realized the Young Master's spiritual pressure, in the face of absolute strength disparity, her spiritual pressure was useless.
"In addition to Xiang Shaoyun, there are also the Mo Family, Daoist Sect's Li Sansi, and the Sword Sect's Ximen Xianzhi... If these people all go, we have no chance."
Nie Changqing spoke truthfully.
The moonlight was faint.
Lu Fan sat in his wheelchair, and Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao couldn't see his expression.
However, Lu Fan suddenly fell silent, making them feel uneasy.
After a long time, Lu Fan smiled.
"It's interesting."
Then, he raised his hand, and under the moonlight, Lu Fan's palm looked like glass.
Pointing in the direction of Hu Xin Island from afar.
With a surge of his mind, he activated the ability [Spiritual Energy Infusion], and remotely infused 100 strands of spiritual energy into Hu Xin Island. Suddenly, under the amplification of a hundredfold, the concentration of spiritual energy on Hu Xin Island reached 10,000 strands.
Nie Changqing and Ning Zhao felt something and looked in shock towards Hu Xin Island.
They saw in the darkness, as if there were shooting stars falling from the sky, surrounding Hu Xin Island.
The spiritual energy inside them became restless and uncontrollable.
Meanwhile, on the wheelchair, Lu Fan smiled lightly as he stroked his palm.
"Go ahead, to Hu Xin Island. Before the Immortal Destiny Secret Realm opens on Mount Wolong... at least ensure that my cultivation reaches the Ninth Stage of the Qi Condensation Realm."
"A great roc soaring with the wind for a day can rise ninety thousand miles."
"Among the heroes of the world, how can disciples of the Baiyujing Sect be absent?"
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