Qilin Locking Spirit Rhy received its first ever enthusiastic welco at Shaolin, and after a friendly 'communication' with a Shaolin mber, achieved a high level of spiritual alignnt.
anwhile, Wang Anfeng finally managed to read the opening chapters of this mysterious text.
He felt so fatigue and raised his hand to rub his brow.
The content of the first chapter wasn't much, but when he tried to continue, he inexplicably couldn't, knowing each word but together forming an unrecognizable string of ink marks.
To the eye, it seed to hold no aning.
The Inner Qi within Wang Anfeng circled for several cycles, suppressing this odd sensation, yet he did not continue reading; the Dongfang Clan had certainly made so arrangents with this text for a reason.
Presumably to prevent younger disciples from rashly seeking glory after obtaining the text. Though he was quite adept at Martial Arts, in Mystical Arts, he was no different from a 7 or 8-year-old disciple of the Dongfang Clan.
Wang Anfeng chuckled self-deprecatingly and tucked the book into his chest, leisurely rising.
He greeted the middle-aged rchant eager for the latest work by the mysterious Jianghu folk hero Lu Xiaoxiao, and then strolled towards Zhang's Inn, relaxed and deliberate, his mind recalling the content he had just read.
Since he only read the first chapter, it did not involve specific Mystical Arts.
It rely gave an overview of the origins of Mystical Arts in the world; though vast, within and beyond realms, the righteous path of Mystical Arts generally includes three categories: astrology, earth vein, and yin-yang, each with its strange uses—not comparable to Martial Arts, but sotis capable of reversing situations.
Though not good at killing, it's more used for strategic Military Formation, or great formations in sects. Wang Anfeng rubbed his brow; Despite not being very interested in Mystical Arts, he planned to understand it slightly, to avoid falling into traps.
However, it was written that the Dongfang Clan's bloodline was quite gifted in Mystical Arts, so entering should not be a problem without seeking mastery.
He felt a little unsure, already returned to the inn by then. When the waiter saw him, he was stopped; Wang Anfeng was slightly surprised, only learning after the waiter's explanation that Xi Ming had specially asked the waiter to save him so breakfast.
After Wang Anfeng had eaten one al, he had another, then directly went to find Li Bo without returning to his room; the old man wasn't in, so Wang Anfeng followed the sll of alcohol upward, stepping onto the highest floor.
At the topmost pavilion of the inn, the old man was drinking alone, with a pile of peanuts on the table, Liu Ling not accompanying him.
Although the latter could drink heavily, he couldn't keep up with a Grandmaster drinking freely, and had been knocked out just yesterday, sleeping till now without opening his eyes; if not for loud snoring, his old servant almost thought his master had truly 'drunk to death' as written, ready to fight Li Qidao fiercely.
The old man didn't look towards Wang Anfeng's direction, an arm rested on the redwood railing, eyes gazing at the distant city walls, clouds in the sky, casually drank so wine, casually said, "Settled?"
Wang Anfeng nodded, sat beside the elder, said:
"It's resolved, stopped then released."
"Oh?"
Li Qidao raised a white eyebrow, didn't inquire further, knowing Wang Anfeng would explain this matter to him, sure enough, Wang Anfeng gently fiddled the peanuts on the table, said:
"Dongfang Ningxin was there."
"Hmm?"
Back in the day, Li Qidao was a figure who had forged through both the battlefield and Imperial Court, just from this sentence, he heard many things, slightly surprised, then laughed twice, shook his head said:
"Seems Qunxing Pavilion, those two, lost both the bride and soldiers, this deal is completely ruined."
"Haha, not knowing their own limits, they dared to approach the Dongfang Clan; this line squatted in Penglai for too long without coming out, and outsiders don't know what kind of temperant they have?"
"Dongfang Clan's actions are so ruthless when they co out, tsk tsk tsk."
"Not surprising for carrying such a na."
Wang Anfeng originally intended to nod in agreent, but rembering his mother also counted as part of the Dongfang Clan, he forcibly stopped himself, then looked up at Li Qidao, composed himself, slowed his tone said:
"Li Bo, I want to ask you sothing."
"What? Speak straightforwardly, let it out, what's this hemming and hawing like? Really, those guys, how did they teach you to be like this, a man should be forthright."
Li Qidao squinted, boldly waved his hand, a bit displeased with Wang Anfeng's focus on External Cultivation punches and kicks, and Swordsmanship rather than Lei Dao Martial Arts, hearing Wang Anfeng had questions for him instead of asking those Masters, secretly pleased, poured scorn freely.
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Then slightly straightened, white hair wild, but his stature tall, wearing a dark blue long robe, leaning diagonally against the pavilion, extrely Grandmaster-like, drank while appearing calm, said:
"Speak, ask whatever question you have."
"Li Bo will enlighten you..."
Wang Anfeng felt slightly relieved, straight-forwardly said:
"Li Bo, were my parents involved in sothing because of the Star Palace?"
Li Qidao was full of anticipation to display his Grandmaster deanor to him, didn't expect a direct stab of a question, barely swallowing a mouthful of alcohol, sprayed it out, then coughed heavily, looking at Wang Anfeng as if he'd seen a ghost, said:
"Cough cough cough, you, what nonsense are you spouting?!"
"Who, who told you such nonsense?"
Wang Anfeng said, "I got my mother's letter from Dongfang back then."
Li Qidao's expression changed, seeing Wang Anfeng take out the letter from his chest. Knowing it was impossible to hide any longer, he sighed and smiled bitterly:
"I wasn't planning to tell you about this so soon. Are all the Dongfang people so prone to causing trouble?"
Wang Anfeng said gently:
"Uncle Li, I want to know..."
Li Qidao saw Wang Anfeng's appearance and realized that today, hiding the truth was impossible anymore. He shook the wine jug, sighed again, and had to organize his thoughts, saying:
"Indeed..."
"But this matter needs to be told from the beginning."
"Back then, after your parents left the Imperial Court, they didn't imdiately retire to Great Liang Village. They originally didn't want to have you because the Dragon Qi backlash would be affixed to the bloodline."
"With their temperant, ideas of continuing the family legacy and having offspring are nonsense. They were determined not to let you suffer in this world."
"They planned to travel the world, see all its beauty, and then find the most beautiful place to peacefully bid farewell to life. Your father said he would stop wherever he didn't want to move anymore and die there. Your mother said that after your father's death, she wanted to continue traveling the world, ride the fastest horse, and see the best scenery."
"Unfortunately, your father was quite ddleso."
Wang Anfeng murmured:
"ddleso?"
Li Qidao took a sip of wine, "Indeed, ddleso. Matters that don't concern oneself are considered ddleso. As long as anyone with so character moves in this world, they will inevitably encounter sothing they find unacceptable, leading to those who like to ddle."
"I wasn't by his side at the ti, as I was looking for a final retreat location, temporarily separated from them. But back then, they had three guards with them, and your father swore to the heavens not to cause trouble, so I left them in peace."
"But I should've known soone like him couldn't settle down anywhere, whether the place is the Imperial Court, the battlefield, or Jianghu. As long as he remains that Madman from back then, not cause trouble? Ha..."
The elderly man suddenly seed both resigned and indignant, scoffed:
"Anyway, he would always shrug and say troubles found him."
"It's not a problem to cause trouble, but this ddleso affair he involved himself in was sowhat too significant..."
Wang Anfeng softly asked:
"How significant..."
Li Qidao chuckled, extended his right hand, pointed to the sky, and said:
"How significant? A sky-shattering ss!"
"I wasn't there to witness the specifics, but the Star Palace suffered greatly. They intended to redeploy the Penglai Island's Star Palace relics, but within three months, they entirely retreated from the Central Plains."
"Because of this affair, your father's Dragon Qi backlash got forcibly suppressed, and he beca no different from ordinary people. Even with vigorous blood essence, he surpassed so martial artists. That's when they conceived you."
"Back then, they played the zither and chess every day, embraced the landscape joyfully. Even though I disapproved of your mother having so many thoughts, at that ti, simply watching the two of them felt delightful."
Li Qidao recalled the past, a faint smile appeared on his lips, then he pursed his lips and said:
"But after that... the Star Palace ca back again."
"Your mother, three months pregnant, recklessly tampered with Heavenly Secrets, leading to Dragon Qi's anomaly. Your father used that treasure ant to suppress the Dragon Qi..."
Li Qidao's voice grew low, ceasing the tale, but Wang Anfeng already knew the rest—his mother passed away three years after his birth, holding on a little longer, his father soon went to seek her as well.
Wang Anfeng remained silent; the truth unveiled before him weighed heavily on his heart, making him uncomfortable. He read the letter, feeling the gentleness and expectations within it, brimming with hope and joy for the future.
He knew, as well, that shortly after writing this letter, the woman who penned it would lose all hope, leaving this world three years later, and the childlike scholar ntioned in the letter would also pass away early.
Wang Anfeng remained silent.
Li Qidao stood up, looked toward the sky outside, drank one mouthful after another, soon finishing a jar of strong liquor, his broad palm lightly patting the railing, the old man said:
"They both died, as a burial offering..."
"On Great Liang Mount lies buried a Great Grandmaster."
PS: Today's update is here... um, three thousand words.
Because of organizing fine details and the upcoming direction, I'm feeling a bit off today, so there's only one update. Please forgive (clasp fists).
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