312: Chapter 201 Jun Yan Leaves_2 312: Chapter 201 Jun Yan Leaves_2 Now he could get furiously angry for his friends and that was already a great kindness.
If a person does not value his own friends but cares about strangers, he is rely being hypocritical.
A hint of apprehension flashed through Jun Yan’s eyes as he said, “You’ve known him for only ten months, is it worth it?”
He didn’t want anyone interfering with his path to becoming an immortal.
Jun Yan only accounted for thirty percent, equivalent to an arm or a leg.
Gu Wen answered calmly yet resolutely, “Whether it’s worth it or not, is that for you to question?”
“…..”
Jun Yan spoke no more; his chest injury disappeared with each breath, and he then stood up and walked to the window.
Everyone saw that he was about to leave and nobody stopped him.
He turned his head to look at Gu Wen and even more so at Qingcang behind him, saying, “He has a one percent chance of winning, why do you say it’s one in a thousand?”
Her status as a being akin to a saint ensured she could see clearly.
Jun Yan was always tightly gripped by the Heavenly Corpse and without Gu Wen restraining it from outside, he wouldn’t have had a chance.
Qingcang revealed a profound smile, answering, “One percent chance of winning, but possessing the determination of a one in a thousand chance, is bound to win.
Like , such people are common among my race, and these children can all be like in the future.”
Suddenly, a thread of thought passed through him; Qingcang glanced at Gu Wen, his calm eyes like the night, now sparkling slightly.
For the sacrifice of many braveries, daring to teach the sun and moon to change the sky.
His disciple understood everything and was most agreeable to her, only she was too modest.
The madness he showed was just a facade, a mask worn for fa and benefit.
But the real Gu Wen, as if sharing the sa blood, was born to fight against the old era.
During the ti at Dragon Bridge, even as a re servant, he dared to point the sword of sharp teeth at Lord Emperor.
Just like the ancient heroes of the Human Race from eight different races, who dared to defy Jianmu and tread the barren lands alone.
Jun Yan widened his eyes slightly, never thinking such fallacious reasoning could exist.
One percent chance of winning, turning into certainty due to determination?
He shook his head slightly, disagreeing and saying, “Fallacious reasoning.”
Qingcang did not respond; she disdained to answer.
Three thousand years ago, Jianmu never took her seriously, yet in the end, she forcefully dragged him from the path of becoming a saint.
Jun Yan transford into a black wind and vanished into the horizon in a blink of an eye.
Just a few days ago, they were still drinking together, Jun Yan was cursing Chi Yu Zi, and being beaten by Chan Xi, and then in a blink of an eye, he had left.
He left so lightly, so naturally.
They were just a group of desperate outlaws, possibly dying at any mont, having shown their true colors from the beginning.
But previously everything went smoothly, creating a misconception in them.
Perhaps they could continue in this manner, gaining appreciations and help from various great powers, and finally beco immortals freely and effortlessly.
But reality was always disappointing.
Becoming an immortal or not, everything was illusory, and all the rankings from Heaven to Earth, were just vanity.
The sky began to snow lightly, growing heavier gradually.
On the 22nd of November, the winter solstice, the first snow in ten years began to fall over the Luo River.
Qingcang reached out to catch a snowflake by the window, its touch cold; she said, “Cultivation fears not the cold or heat, gradually forgetting both.
But Immortal Land is different, it forces every person to turn ordinary, and the first step to becoming an immortal is knowing the warmth and chill.”
“Do you know warmth and chill now?”
Gu Wen pondered for a mont.
Thoughts of teachings on cultivation taught by Yu Hua surfaced in his mind, and he responded, “Everything turning ordinary is not a calamity; returning to the truth is what’s real.”
“Correct, but too rigid; your teacher doesn’t like to hear it, and it doesn’t suit you.”
Qingcang held Gu Wen’s hand and reached it toward the window to touch the fine snow.
He didn’t understand, but still focused on perceiving.
After a while, Gu Wen said honestly, “Disciple is dim-witted.”
Qingcang chuckled, saying, “The great way is simple; cold is cold, heat is heat.
Cultivation is a simple matter, don’t make it complicated.”
Gu Wen gained so insight; cold is simply cold, heat is simply heat, without searching for deeper anings, just the cold and heat alone.
“Training your mind is the sa; all those worldly experiences are for those who are treated with high regard, but you don’t need them.
All you need is to keep your true heart, not letting this heart of solid honesty be obscured.”
“Ultimately, saving the world is not more noble than saving a relative.
On the contrary, your teacher is proud of you.”
Gu Wen’s heart uncontrollably skipped a beat, his qi and blood rushed, his breathing halted, and then gradually cald down.
It was as if a breath suppressed in his chest was released, and he, who had not smiled for a long ti, said, “Master, I have actually never thought about becoming soone like you; on the contrary, I want to leave everything behind.”
But just like a tiger does not father a dog, everyone expected him to beco Qingcang, and Gu Wen also believed he should beco the second Qingcang.
He was indebted to the kindness of the Daoist Sect of Yu Hua, accepted goodwill from all quarters, and felt that a drop of water should be repaid with a spring—this Human Race he definitely had to save.
But when he truly t Qingcang, truly interacted with the person who held up the vault of heaven, she always told him that he should not beco soone else.
Qingcang was not surprised and asked, “What kind of person are you?”
“I am Gu Wen, your disciple, and that’s all.”
“Good.”
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On November 23, the Nanchun Army, fully prepared, held strong between the two waters of South Luo, gathering a million-strong army, advancing towards Ze State.
On the other side, in Zechuan County, the imperial court gathered military forces from all regions, also reaching a massive count of a million.
The armies had difficulty restraining their soldiers, and in an instant, the entire Zechuan County was rampant with military disasters, countless civilians lost their hos and lives.
On November 25, the imperial court and the Nanchun Army’s scouting troops engaged in combat.
On November 30, at South Gate, both armies had a hundred thousand n, formations clashed, and nurous were killed or wounded.
At the beginning of December, the Nanchun Army defeated a hundred thousand enemies, entering Zechuan County.
On the sa day, the Nanchun Army encountered the barbarian cavalry from the north, signifying that the Demon Sect also joined the battlefield.
Out of the battlefield, ten thousand ters away, a beam of golden light fell from the clouds, causing an entire mountain to shatter.
A nine-ter golden man holding a giant blade landed, fixed a Heavenly Corpse enveloped in demonic qi, blood flowed out, his life force continually ebbing away.
He attempted to use a thod to escape; though it was only a Divine Separation, being a strand of True Spirit, being heavily wounded was already the best outco he could expect.
“Being just a soul separation is already an evil path, and now you still think of escaping after losing?”
Gu Wen used the Human Immortal Skill, and above the nine-ter golden man, moonlight erged, as if draped in a gossar of light.
His palm closed, and in an instant, all formless entities were compressed, none could escape beyond three inches of his palm.
The Demon Sect Venerable was stunned, then realizing escape was hopeless, he no longer continued to struggle embarrassingly.
“The great trend has already set, I heard of you ten months ago, and now I am already no match for you.”
His gaze penetrated the Golden Light Spell, seeing a man and a woman.
Both were too young, so young that he found it hard to believe.
Originally, he thought that in this golden era, it was already difficult for their group of Venerables; he did not expect that, three thousand years later today, a group even stronger than them erged.
In those days, Yun Miao, Huayang, and Lord Emperor, three people who were evenly matched, would likely not make it into the top three in this era.
Chi Yu Zi transmitted his thoughts, “This seems to be the Ten Thousand Transformation Demon Venerable from the suspended cave.”
The suspended cave?
The force that had a bounty on before.
Gu Wen opened the little notebook in his mind, imdiately recalling related matters about the opponent, his intent to kill was decided.
His palm clenched, the soul separation turned to dust.
His status of eighty-seven Dao foundations already allowed him to traverse Immortal Land, yet he still could not directly face those Immortals.
His thoughts entwined around the sword talisman; the Immortal Sword had said that with eighty-seven Dao foundations one could wield a sword, yet now there was no response.
Had sothing gone wrong?
Qingcang suddenly appeared, lightly clapping her hands, praising, “Disciple has already acquired eight parts of your teacher’s style, given more ti could compete with Jianmu.
Later, if Yu Hua and the kids beside you run out of lifespan, you can also explore the Immortal Realm.”
The nine-ter golden man disappeared, and Gu Wen and Chi Yu Zi’s forms appeared.
Gu Wen curiously asked, “May I ask Master, what exactly is the Immortality Pill?
Really just a strand of a Saint’s hair?
And how did you obtain it?”
“Chopped it off.”
Qingcang spoke tersely, always surprisingly making people understand.
“A Saint controls the Heaven and Earth Laws.
And the Saint of the Immortal Realm is the ancestor of Spiritual Energy, all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth originates from His breath; Immortal Land is where His first breath of clear air was emitted.
The Earth Realm Saint controls the life and death of all beings, bestowing life Fate Diagram and Qi Fortune,”
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