Chapter 1983

She had little feeling for Wu Yashu; she had come here only to help Mu Jiejie complete her mission.

The affairs between her mother and father, between her grandfather and grandmother, were a complete mess, and she had no desire to get involved.

"Yuyan, have you run into some trouble?" Wu Yashu asked. "Don't worry—even in this state, the Xiaoyao Sect has not perished. If there's truly an issue, send Xinghe to deliver a message to your grandmother; I'm sure she won't ignore it."

Killing Ding Chunqiu for revenge is his own matter—he cannot bring himself to beg for help.

But helping Wang Yuyan is an exception.

Wang Yuyan shook her head: "No, we came here today to have Grandfather live another life."

"Live another life?" Wu Yashu laughed heartily. "Foolish child, I'm already quite old, yet not senile—I don't believe such nonsense. Since ancient times, countless seekers of the Dao have arisen—wealthy sons, even Emperors—who among them achieved immortality?"

"I, myself, have now come to understand my destiny."

Su Xinghe stepped forward and said: "Master, this is different. I saw several young ladies descending from the heavens—they truly must possess the method of immortality."

Wu Yashu's smile froze: "Descending from the heavens? Xinghe, are you seeing things?"

Even if the Xiaoyao Sect in Tianlong had an aura of cultivation, it was still a Wu Lin sect—its martial arts were superb, yet it could not achieve flight.

Su Xinghe affirmed: "I would never dare speak falsely."

Wang Yuyan said: "Grandfather, you don't know—my half-sister Mu Wanjing recently received a divine connection and now possesses the ability to fly and pass through earth and sky…"

She then recounted the plan they had previously agreed upon.

She shifted tone and added: "Of course, Mu Jiejie has a condition: after the deed is done, we must gather all Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts and merge them into one immortal martial art, to spread it throughout Yu Shi, upgrading the world."

"Upgrade the world?" Wu Yashu was astonished. "Could it truly be as the ancient texts say—that worlds are divided into Small, Medium, and Great Thousandfold Realms?"

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Yes. Our world is merely the most ordinary Small Thousandfold Realm, where immortality does not exist. If the world upgrades, then in the future, there may be heavenly courts and underworlds, gods and immortals."

Wu Yashu had been hesitant—after all, merging Xiaoyao Sect's arts into an immortal martial art meant leaking the sect's secrets.

But if an immortal path to cultivation truly became possible, things would be different.

If we now release Xiaoyao's immortal martial art, won't all under heaven become Xiaoyao disciples?

In the past, the Xiaoyao Sect remained secluded.

But now, it wouldn't hurt for Xiaoyao to emerge briefly.

This is a blessing even other sects would beg for.

"I agree," Wu Yashu nodded. "Now, what must we do?"

Mu Wanjing said calmly: "Simple. Just recite this incantation with me."

She then transmitted the Tai Xuan Divine Incantation.

Wu Yashu listened half-skeptical—until he began reciting, when he suddenly understood its profound mystery.

Infinite power surged within his body; the shattered bone fragments were squeezed out, while the bones still alive slowly knitted together…

A continuous series of crackling sounds echoed as his twisted, deformed body was reshaped by a miraculous force, returning to normal.

Bang!

Wu Yashu gave a slight shake, and the ropes binding him instantly snapped apart.

He landed lightly, disbelievingly feeling every change within himself.

Since being thrown off the cliff, he had never imagined he would rise again.

And yet, it was only a short incantation that achieved this.

This was truly an immortal art beyond the ages.

"Master, your face…"

At that moment, Su Xinghe handed him a bronze mirror, his voice trembling.

Wu Yashu took the mirror and stared at the familiar yet alien face within—his heart stilled.

The man in the mirror looked exactly as he had in his youth—skin like jade, hair black and glossy…

"Truly an immortal art beyond the ages!" Wu Yashu sighed.

At this moment, he had not the slightest doubt about surrendering the Xiaoyao Sect's arts.

Compared to this divine incantation, what was the Xiaoyao legacy?

Even if his master appeared, he would dare propose surrendering the Xiaoyao legacy.

Su Xinghe watched his master stand again, his heart filled with joy.

Wang Yuyan suddenly said: "Uncle Xinghe, you may also recite this incantation."

Su Xinghe was startled: "I can too?"

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Spreading martial arts requires people—anyone trustworthy may be taught. Also, Grandfather should contact the Song imperial family; with this divine incantation, they will surely cooperate with us."

Wu Yashu nodded: "This is wise. I will now give you all the Xiaoyao Sect's legacy, then take Xinghe to Tianshan to meet my sister and retrieve the remaining arts."

Wang Yuyan nodded: "Good."

Xiaoyaozi (Wang Nuohao) was exceedingly generous, handing over all the Xiaoyao Sect martial arts he possessed.

As for the Eight Directions and六合 art, it was held by the Tianshan童姥—he did not know it himself.

After all, though he was the Xiaoyao Sect Sect Master, his energy was limited—he had to master music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and cultivation; he could not learn every art in the sect.

Having obtained the martial arts, Mu Wanjing nodded in satisfaction: "Let's meet here again later. Today's matter is done—we'll depart for the other world now; if we're late, we'll miss the grand gathering."

Wu Yashu was moved, but Mu Wanjing pretended not to notice, opened the portal to another world, and led the sisters inside.

"What unpredictable turns life takes—I never imagined my granddaughter could travel to other worlds," Wu Yashu mused.

Su Xinghe had also regained his youth, brimming with vitality, and nodded gently: "Indeed, I never expected such an extraordinary event to happen to me."