"I don't know how the heavens and earth were created, how they evolved, and how life was born... I'm not interested in it because I don't want to be detached. I just want to manage the ancient times well."
Fengdu the Great, leading Ling Zu and Jin'an to a black stone tablet, placed his hands behind his back: "But I have been born to represent death. I'm not hearing your theories of 'rotten wood and dead ashes' and 'withered wood meets spring' for the first time."
"From history, some have reached the ultimate attainment of the path of life and transcended it, while others have reached the ultimate attainment of the path of death and transcended it. Your inversion of the path of life and death is not something that has never been tried before, but no one has succeeded."
Ling Zu smiled: "The ancients planted trees, and the descendants benefit from the shade."
"You're not even cooling off," Fengdu the Great said, casting a glance at him: "Especially since the paths you involve are the hardest to tread. You truly have courage on that front."
Ling Zu whispered: "The younger generation still has some talent."
"I don't deny that," Fengdu the Great smiled slightly: "No physique can reach the Saint's realm merely on talent. It's very impressive."
"Maybe the younger generation has a physique that has yet to be discovered," Ling Zu joked: "The major physiques of the human race are also named by later generations, are they not?"
"Maybe so." Fengdu the Great nodded: "What you want is all in the stone tablet. How much you can understand depends entirely on yourself."
"Thank you, senior." Ling Zu bowed.
"I just don't want to be so tired." Fengdu the Great said lightly: "If one day you transcend, make sure to let the damn Heaven increase the number of ancient arrangements."
"I will remember that."
Fengdu the Great nodded, then suddenly asked, "Have you thought about what you would do if I didn't agree to you?"
Ling Zu raised the yin and mystical evidence in his hand and said, "If that's not possible, I'll settle for second best and contemplate the way of death. One day, I'll be able to steal some yin and mystical essence from you."
Fengdu the Great shook his head, "You can have it today..."
"Mm?" Ling Zu looked at him in surprise, not having time to think much. Fengdu the Great waved his hand: "Start practicing soon."
Ling Zu stopped talking and, waving his silk robe, sat cross-legged in front of the stone tablet, closed his eyes, and directly ran the《Great Satori Meditation》. The ripples rose in his consciousness sea, and his soul transformed into death into the stone tablet to start meditating. Meanwhile, the aura around him began to emit a dying silence like withering wood.
"Ah?" Fengdu the Great's eyes flashed with a strange light. No wonder this young man had such bold ideas, for he carried such an incredible cultivation technique.
"Transforming death into the contemplation of death, the young man truly has the courage."
Fengdu the Great smiled and turned around, his black eyes with a flow of yin and yang energy passing through the ancient times, stopping at a place like a black phoenix's spiritual power in the Zhenhuan Corridor, then he turned back and shook his head helplessly.
This young man is indeed blessed.
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On the city gate of the ghost city.
Sit cross-legged on the ground, Pei Wanyu straightened her back and sipped some small wine, the dark purple skirt dress making her demeanor graceful and majestic, with a sense of dignity. However, the eyes that would normally be lazy and watery when drinking now had a slight sharpness to them, and her gaze had never left the other end of the ghost city's city gate.
Peeing another cup of wine for herself, Pei Wanyu sighed lightly. Sometimes she also wants her little apprentice to be nice to look at and then occasionally tease him in front of Qing Yue's face, which would be wonderful. But unfortunately, his ambitions were as high as the sky and he refused to be a 'golden bird'!
"But being considered a golden sparrow might not be so bad either..."
Pei Wanyu lightly pursed her red lips, considering her thoughts about Qing Yue and then holding back the thought of cultivating a rebellious disciple.
Moreover, with the strength of her little apprentice, he could not break through……
"What are you daydreaming about?"
Pei Wanyu quickly suppressed her wandering thoughts and took out the transmission compass as soon as she heard the "ding ding" sound from it.
Her red nail-tipped fingers operated the transmission compass a few times, and Xia Ming's spiritual image appeared.
"What's the matter?" Pei Wanyu asked lazily, "Did Qing Yue call me?"
"No, it's not like that," Xia Ming quickly shook his head, "We found Zunan Zhi."
Hearing this, Pei Wanyu's eyes narrowed slightly: "Qing Yue's efficiency is so high?"
"Not by Master Sister," Xia Ming said, looking at the deputy sect master, "The Qingmiao Palace just announced a new sacred maiden that hasn't been established in over a decade, named Zhan Nanzhi!"
Hearing this, Pei Wanyu raised her eyebrows: "Qingmiao Palace?"
"Yes."
Pei Wanyu looked down and glanced at the cup of clear wine, softly smacking her lips: "Indeed, she's a disciple of that noble woman... This makes things much more interesting~"
She turned to Xia Ming and asked, "Qingyue? Is she still in the sect?"
"Since the master brother is not here, the master sister has gone into seclusion again." Xia Ming hurriedly said, "The master sister whispered 'Qingmiao Palace, hard to deal with' this sentence."
Pei Wanyu laughed lightly, thinking that if Qing Yue had her own cultivation and strength, she would definitely go to Qingmiao Palace to teach that woman who stole her good apprentice a lesson.
"That woman's disciples, coupled with the《Taiyang Wangqingxianjue》, would definitely have a cold and reserved demeanor..."
Pei Wanyu's eyes lit up slightly as she swayed the wine goblet. Zhan Nanzhi's coldness against Qing Yue's high-coldness would surely be more interesting, wouldn't it?
"What would it be like if they fought? Or..."
Pei Wanyu said happily to herself, "When they quarrel over favor, wouldn't it be even more fun for me to tease my good apprentice secretly?"
"Interesting~" Pei Wanyu licked her slightly moist red lips, stained with wine juice, and then slightly furrowed her brow: "Does Zhan Nanzhi know about Jin'an's identity? Anyway, not knowing is better. This way, when she sees her long-awaited fake husband, she can directly put on a good show!"
Xia Ming, looking puzzled at the adjutant who was talking to herself, hurriedly added: "Oh, by the way, Zhan Nanzhi also holds the immortal sword 'Zhanming'."
"Taking into account that she's a sword cultivator as well." Pei Wanyu's eyes brightened again: "Now they can only fight on the Tai Chi Summit, swords flying and clothes getting torn, it's so much fun~"
In the process of speaking, Pei Wanyu placed her left hand in a sword posture and quickly drew in the air to mimic the sound of "whoosh whoosh whoosh."
Even with her lingering charm, she could also show a playful side. Just a little less coquettish and her beautiful face would be perfect.
Xia Ming looked at the vice-master dumbfoundedly. He had never seen this side of her before. Was she trying to avoid Master Brother seeing it?
Xia Ming was puzzled and hesitated whether to end the conversation first so that the vice-master could entertain herself. After all, he had already reported what needed to be reported.
As he was thinking about this, Xia Ming suddenly heard a magnificent and ponderous roar, just as he was about to open his mouth, but Pei Wanyu, who had been maintaining a composed demeanor, said lightly, "Let's stop talking here for now."
Putting away the transmission compass, Pei Wanyu's spiritual energy, like black feathers, vanished into the air. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and instead of looking into the distance, she only stared at the gate of the ghost city.
Among the overturned heavy clouds, a long, uninterrupted wail echoed like the sound of a mountain collapsing, breaking through the sky.
The mist and rain intertwined, and ten-thousand gold lights bloomed. A giant beast could be seen moving stealthily. It thundered down in front of the Ghost Gate.
Pei Wanyu drained the clear wine in the cup.
"Zhé, the dragon race..."
A smile curved at the corners of her mouth: "Little Jin'an, it's a good thing that the master is here too. You have to think about how to repay the master!"
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