Chapter 505: Chapter 345: Master of Heavenly Fortune
Hearing Ji Zhouyin’s question, Song Lingxue’s recently arisen anxiety quickly dissipated.
Although another Great Saint had perished, given the example set by You Bi Yue, Ji Zhouyin’s questioning clearly wasn’t ant to cause further trouble for Chu Zheng.
Upon reaching the Ancestral Realm, there was no need to resort to indirect thods anymore, doing so would only be redundant.
Should Ji Zhouyin truly wish to deal with Chu Zheng, with a single embodint of Divine Sense, in the span of a breath, he could easily deliver Chu Zheng’s head.
Hearing Song Lingxue’s answer, Ji Zhouyin slightly shook his head:
“I summoned you because I wanted to ask, how do you view Chu Zheng?”
“What does the Hall Master intend?” For a mont, Song Lingxue felt sowhat perplexed, a hint of confusion flashing through her eyes.
“His cultivation is only at the Eighth Realm, yet he has sequentially implicated the deaths of two Great Saints of Martial Path, remains nimble and alive to this day, even cultivating Qi Techniques, and still possesses such Qi Fortune, he is no ordinary man.”
Upon saying this, Ji Zhouyin raised his head, his previously calm expression changed slightly, becoming more serious:
“Song Lingxue, unlike other True Inheritors of the Martial Hall, you have been to a future place that even Martial Ancestor couldn’t touch, and even brought back the Martial Arts Scripture from there, which pleases greatly, for at least that signifies that the Martial Path still has successors, the tradition has not been broken.”
“To tell you the truth, Martial Ancestor once deduced your future, your life will end at the Martial Emperor Realm, and your lifespan will be extrely short, afflicted by Blood Fiend, plagued by the Seven Deaths, and will surely die at the hands of your family mbers or dependents, difficult to et a good end.”
Hearing this, Song Lingxue’s pupils dilated slightly, receiving a bit of a shock.
Facing one’s own fate, not everyone has the capacity to endure.
Moreover, the fate deduced by the Martial Ancestor, dood to an unfortunate end and especially to die by the hands of family and loved ones, none could easily accept.
“How does it feel to know your own fate?”
Seeing Song Lingxue’s expression as if she was in a trance, Ji Zhouyin sighed lightly: “When I first learned that the future will not be governed by the Martial Path, my feelings were not far from what you experience now.”
All my arduous cultivation seeming entirely negated, what surged in my heart was an intense feeling of powerlessness, and even self-doubt.
Song Lingxue regained composure, pondered for a mont, and shook her head:
“To live a life is to burn, and there will always be a day when the flas are extinguished, either as a blazing fury reaching the sky, lighting up the wilderness, or as dim firefly light struggling through the ages, it’s rely a choice of different ways to live.”
“You are young, yet you see things very openly.”
Hearing this, Ji Zhouyin was slightly surprised: “You want to be a fierce fire?”
Song Lingxue slowly shook her head, the corners of her mouth slightly curling: “I wish to be the thunder, a flash of light that pierces the darkness, enough to overshadow an eternal night.”
This was the path she chose for herself.
Indeed, since beginning the cultivation of the Martial Arts Scripture, she had known that her lifespan would not be long.
She had already felt the power of the Martial Arts Scripture and was aware of the toll it took on her lifespan.
Yet she had no choice but to follow this path; taking another would not know how long it would take to catch up to the footsteps of Chu Zheng.
If she always followed the rules, perhaps it wouldn’t be long before, one future day, she would be completely forgotten by Chu Zheng.
Along the way, Chu Zheng had been nothing but benevolent and righteous towards her, but precisely this word should not appear between husband and wife.
Benevolence and righteousness often imply a guilt-free departure.
Her relationship with Chu Zheng began with her one-sided impulse; she had no confidence that she could leave any traces in Chu Zheng’s heart.
So people, born with a spirit like the wind, are destined to drift without anchor throughout their lives.
Upon contact, she could distinctly feel that Chu Zheng cared for her, but more so out of the responsibility of being her husband.
How long this affection could last, nobody knew, just like the warm sun on a winter afternoon, it had warmth, but it inevitably couldn’t last until sunset.
Therefore, she was often panicked, whether facing Song Lingqing or Shang Zuling.
From a young age, Song Lingqing was more favored than her, and in her youth, she beca the Immortal Seedling with the bestowed Immortal Bone, joining the great Immortal Sect, transcending the mundane world.
Facing Song Lingqing, there was always an indelible cowardice in her heart.
Not to ntion Shang Zuling, a descendant of the Immortal Monarch, the Holy Maiden of the Holy Land. Before Chu Zheng’s fa skyrocketed, she suppressed the younger generation of the Cangyun Realm, dominating the Hidden Dragon list.
Picking any of these titles was sothing she once dared not even think about.
Compared to her, as his first wife, Song Lingqing had the bond of growing up together, and Shang Zuling had also accompanied Chu Zheng to foreign battlefields, experiencing life and death. They at least had the bond of comrades-in-arms and her ancestors owed Chu Zheng great favors, having assisted him multiple tis.
All she had, however, was rely a burnt piece of marriage certificate.
To choose longevity, watching the sun set and growing weary of each other, or to leave indelible marks in the limited ti one has.
She chose the latter, even if she couldn’t accompany Chu Zheng to the end.
“I tell you these things just to let you know so internal affairs. The Martial Ancestor could deduce your future, but for Chu Zheng’s future, the Martial Ancestor could see no trace.”
Seeing that Song Lingxue remained silent for a long ti, Ji Zhouyin coughed lightly and his expression slightly darkened:
“You and Chu Zheng are wedded spouses; do you think there’s a possibility for Chu Zheng to beco the Master of Heavenly Fortune?”
“If the Hall Master is asking how I feel, then naturally, he can.”
ntioning Chu Zheng, Song Lingxue ca back to her senses, her eyes slightly dimd:
“Although Chu Zheng is my husband, my understanding of him is also quite limited, I suppose I cannot be of help to the Hall Master.”
In fact, her understanding of Chu Zheng was almost nonexistent.
Chu Zheng, no matter what miracle he created, she would not be surprised, he was just the Master of Heavenly Fortune after all.
This blind trust, she herself didn’t know where it ca from.
Master of Heavenly Fortune…
Buzz—
Chewing on these four words, there was suddenly a slight noise in Song Lingxue’s mind, as if so fragnted images were forcefully squeezing through.
These images, like broken pieces of a puzzle, always lacked so key dia and couldn’t clearly materialize.
Song Lingxue had so impressions of these mory fragnts.
When she first entered the Martial Hall, she received special permission from the Martial Ancestor and got the privilege of Observing the Eons. During her ti in the ancient space-ti path, so mory fragnts had forcibly intruded into her mind.
At that ti, she seed to have seen Chu Zheng’s face in those mory fragnts.
It was also because of these mory fragnts that she missed the opportunity to inherit the legacy of the Ancient Martial Ancestor, and later, crossing through ti, she went to the future and obtained the Martial Arts Scripture.
“The Martial Ancestor… his lifespan is coming to an end.”
Ji Zhouyin, unaware of the waves splashing in Song Lingxue’s mind, his eyes slightly dimd, and his brows showed so signs of fatigue:
“If the Martial Ancestor passes, then the Martial Hall will need to decide on a new direction, Chu Zheng is currently one of the options here.”
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