Counterattack System appeared when I'm already At The Mahayana Realm Chapter 178 - 177: Mahayana Realm – The Jiang Li Phase

Chapter 178: Chapter 177: Mahayana Realm – The Jiang Li Phase

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“Little brother, how did you get back here? You look no different than when you first left us. Who are these gentlen?” Bu Jing asked, finding Jiang Li’s abilities unfathomable, almost like the immortals out of legends.

Even though Bu Jing had beco blind, he turned his back to the crowd and used his five senses to observe in all directions. He could “see” that the Bu family’s Clan Leader, Bu Tian, and his younger brother were behind the door. However, he couldn’t “see” Jiang Li and the others. It was as if they were invisible, undetectable, separated from this world.

However, he couldn’t “see” Jiang Li and the others. It was as if they were invisible, undetectable, separated from this world.

Now that his eyes had been healed by Jiang Li, he was surprised to discover three more people.

The Clan Leader and Bu Tian had anticipated such a possibility. Still, upon seeing that Bu Jing was indeed their ancestor’s younger brother, they couldn’t help but feel the absurdity of the situation.

They now had a teenage ancestral figure in their family.

Because of Jiang Li’s mysterious origins, Bu Jing was very curious. Even though Jiang Li and his companions continuously denied being immortals, in Bu Jing’s eyes, they were as mystical as the immortals from the realm of Jiuzhou.

“The boundary-breaking talisman brought to the Jiuzhou World. I was stuck in the far North and frozen for hundreds of years until recently when I was thawt and brought here,” Bu Jing explained.

“Let introduce you, this is Jiang Li, the Human Emperor of Jiuzhou. He’s the strongest in Jiuzhou. This is Bai Hongtu, the Sect Master of the Dao Sect, and

Yu Yin, the empress of the Tianyuan Emperor Dynasty. Both of them are at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage.”

“You probably don’t understand the concept of the Transcendance Tribulation

Stage. The peak of humanity in our world is just equivalent to the Nascent Soul

Stage in Jiuzhou. Then, there are the stages of Divinity Transformation, Body Integration, and Transcendance Tribulation, with Jiang Ren Emperor surpassing them all.”

Jiang Li found this a bit odd, like he was being depicted as a realm in itself.

“I agree with what Bu is saying actually. Since you’re the only one in the

Mahayana Realm, why don’t we just na it after you? We could call it The Jiang Li Realm. Whenever people see you, they would point and marvel, ‘Look, that’s Jiang Li of The Jiang Li Realm!”‘ Bai Hongtu suggested, thinking his idea was great.

Yu Yin’s lips curved into a smirk but quickly returned to her usual cold expression.

“Then I suggest that whenever soone needs to be scolded for being too talkative, we call them ‘Bai Hongtu!”‘ retaliated Jiang Li, maintaining a poker face, “Let’s bring this up in the next eting of the Jiuzhou Assembly.” Bai Hongtu imdiately shut his mouth.

Bu Jing slowly got to his feet, using his aged body to bow deeply towards the three people. Only after a long while did he slowly rise and say, “Thank you for bringing my little brother ho and allowing to see my family one last ti before death.”

Jiang Li had noticed earlier that Bu Jing was like a candle flickering in the wind, his life force almost extinguished.

Having lived for more than three hundred years, Bu Jing had long reached the limit of human lifespan. Moreover, his failure to break beyond that limit resulted in more than just blindness. With many hidden ailnts and injuries plaguing his body, the pain and ntal suffering have been consistently draining the old man’s limited lifespan.

He was at his limit.

Knowing his end was near, Bu Jing closed his eyes contently, his expression peaceful…

“Ancestor!” Seeing Bu Jing’s state, Clan Leader Bu and Bu Tian quickly rushed to support him.

The Clan Leader stretched out trembling fingers, placing them under Bu Tian’s nose before speaking gravely, “Our ancestor has… fallen asleep…”

“Ancestor, how could you just… What? He just fell asleep? Father, you’re ssing with us. Why are you so serious?” Bu Tian sounded mournful.

“I thought our ancestor might never wake up,” the Clan Leader awkwardly explained. His expression had already turned sombre before realizing that their ancestor was rely asleep.

“He can still survive for another six months and four hours.” Bai Hongtu added. Despite appearing frail and on the brink of death, Bai Hongtu believed that Bu Jing could still live for a bit longer than half a year.

Estimating soone’s remaining lifespan was not a difficult task for Bai Hongtu.

“Let him have a good rest,” Jiang Li suggested, knowing that Bu Jing’s peaceful expression wasn’t an aanusslon or Impending aeatn, Dut ratner ne naa nna11Y unburdened himself and gone to sleep peacefully.

Bu Jing returned to the dream he always had, but this ti, his younger brother wasn’t there.

The river before him was shrouded in dense mist stretching to both ends, with no sight of the beginning or end. His parents were standing on the opposite bank, calling to him to co closer.

He could not see his parents’ faces clearly as the mist obscured them.

In this dream, Bu Jing looked like a lively twenty-year-old, brimming with energy, despite only being a nascent Martial Artist. He felt even stronger than when he was at the peak in the human realm.

Hearing his parents’ call, Bu Jing moved to run towards them, his face lit up with a smile.

In the past, Bu Jing could only step one foot into the river before finding himself unable to move further, unable to reach the opposite bank and hug his parents.

But this ti, Hwhen Bu Jing reached the river bank, he stepped foot into the water and felt that he could cross. However, this ti, he stopped.

He retreated back to the bank.

“Little Yin, what’s the matter? Why aren’t you coming over?” His father asked with curiosity, “You usually couldn’t co over even if you wanted to. Now that you can cross, why aren’t you?”

Bu Jing responded with a smile of apology on his face.

“Father, Mother, little brother has returned. The Twelve Kings haven’t yet been defeated. Even if I were to die, it would be on the battlefield with them. If I were to die peacefully in my sleep and arrived in the underworld, the real father would surely be furious.”

A gust of wind blew by, clearing the dense mist from the river’s surface, and with it, the figures of Buts parents also disappeared.

Bu Jing had never had a sleep as peaceful and restful as he did today. When he woke up, he felt invigorated, much like his spirited self in his dreams.

“If you’re awake, co outside and bask in the sun,” Jiang Li suggested.

Bu Jing had spent a hundred years hidden away in a secret chamber, coming out only rarely and always in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep.

Very few people in the Bu family knew about him, and his existence could lead to a massive uproar if discovered. Regardless of his origins, his aged appearance alone would be enough to send word about him straight to the emperor.

In this world, everyone could only live up to forty years, and even at the ti of death, they would still retain a middle-aged appearance. The sight of Bu Jing’s elderly deanor could hence easily be seen as a monstrous anomaly. Bu Jing found the thought of this both amusing and tragic.

In the current era, not even old people could be seen.

Even though it was broad daylight, Bu Jing decided to leave the hidden chambers and head to the main hall, heeding Jiang Li’s words.

“I heard from Bu that you have morized nurous martial arts scriptures?” Jiang Li asked. He had heard from Bu that their father was a master martial artist, with a vast collection of martial arts scriptures at his disposal. Bu Jing, being a voracious reader, spent all his ti in the Sutra Collection Pavilion, though the scriptures were eventually destroyed by the Twelve Kings. Regardless, Bu believed that his elder brother might still rember so parts of it.

“If you’re referring to the martial arts scriptures from three hundred years ago, I indeed morized them. I might not rember every detail, but I’m sure about seventy to eighty percent of them. But there were so less popular ones that I have not seen.”

“That’s quite a lot,” Jiang Li nodded, “Could you write all of them down?”

“I can.”

Bu Jing imdiately answered. He knew the martial arts scriptures by heart. He had spent most of his ti in the dark chamber studying these scriptures, trying to find a way to break through the human realm limit. Unfortunately, after three hundred years, he had gained nothing..