Chapter 134

So the Master wanted to go fishing.

Yu Weiwei secretly breathed a sigh of relief; she had just returned from Haizhou and was in a rush to get from Center City to the Taian Metropolitan Area.

It was precisely because she learned from Xiao Ren that the Master had moved the dojo and taken on a Jinmen Dizi.

Worried that Second Senior Brother Shen Zhangyuan's tragedy would repeat itself!

"Master, you must take care of yourself."

Yu Weiwei said in a gentle voice.

For the dojo master, the greatest deterrence they possess against the authorities or other forces lies in holding weapons and wearing armor!

From the Old Era to the new generation, the only thing completely preserved from the Martial Artist Path.

Is this violence that can flip the table at any time, anywhere!

Even a high-ranking Planetary Governor has little means to stop Grandmaster-level figures driving Divine Machines and wielding Divine Weapons.

In the ancient era of the Imperial period, there are even records of supreme Supreme Grandmasters single-handedly slaughtering through the Imperial Guard and taking the Emperor's head.

Before the Republic was established, that Last Emperor who held the treaty-making power died on the way to a personal expedition, assassinated before countless eyes, bleeding on Yinghuo Ancient Star.

This is also the real reason why the permit to hold weapons and wear armor is feared.

Every person who possesses it could become the most unstable factor of turmoil, and the most fearsome "Invincible Person".

"I still have several years to live, at least enough to hold on until that kid steps onto the Star Cup, witnessing him become invincible in the Youth Group."

The white-haired old man said with a laugh, but his increasingly withered and emaciated body showed that this Grandmaster of the same generation as the First Generation Ten Greats didn't have much time left.

"Master, the Highest Research Institute in the Imperial Capital has been pushing the 'Immortality Project' for a whole thousand years; wait a bit longer, perhaps they can find a way..."

Yu Weiwei's heart surged with sorrow; she hoped even more that the Master would have no regrets and meet his Great Limit, rather than harboring a heart full of unwillingness.

"The Highest Research Institute is no different from the Martial Association and the Education Bureau; that place is not a pure land, it equally cannot avoid cliques and infighting. Who is Jiang Qianliu? An Academic Committee Member, an Honorary Academician! Yet he was still suppressed until he could barely breathe.

The Immortality Project is a huge pit; before Yan Tongxuan passed away, he specifically warned against developing the Netherworld depth. Humanity has already paid a painful price for its own curiosity and ignorant arrogance."

The white-haired old man sneered:

"But those scholars, and the higher-ups, when have they ever believed? Before He Lanchan passed into nirvana, he said a sentence: 'I cross the sea of suffering; non-birth is better than birth.' It made me completely convinced.

We martial men, if we can't see through life and death, this life was cultivated in vain. So what if we walk one path to death? So what if we can't pass the obstacle ahead? Obsessing over longevity like stubborn stones and rotten wood — if that were the case, Yan Haishan and Ning Yuanhai wouldn't have refused the generous prices offered by the Four Pillars."

Yu Weiwei sighed softly; the Master's stubbornness could be called the pride and persistence of the First Generation Ten Greats' generation.

Since the Dongxia Republic was established, it has continuously carried out technical decryption and historical excavation of the "ancestors" from the Imperial period.

Immortality is a beautiful vision, but truly extending the life of a single person is not difficult.

You must know, quite a few of the Nine Marshals are still alive today.

It is said their main bodies are all sealed in Heaven Crystal Coffins forged from Divine Source, ready to awaken at any time and once again look down upon Dongxia.

"Master, how do you plan to use Little Junior Brother to fish out the big fish?"

Yu Weiwei changed the subject; the Master had experienced the vicissitudes of life, his Xinli was resolute, once he made up his mind no one could persuade him.

"Just wait for them to come to the door. He Lanchan's Martial God Inheritance, the Four Pillars' favor, impacting the Professional level before eighteen, preparing for the Star Cup... among these four items, any single one might not alarm the Education Bureau, but put them together, and they won't be able to sit still."

The white-haired old man hehe'd with a laugh, his eyes revealing thick anticipation.

In Center City, JB District, the quietest area, there stands a four-story Xiao Hong Lou.

One often sees various official cars or luxury sedans stopping and entering, quite eye-catching.

Over time, this sparked all kinds of speculation.

Some say it's a high-spec private club for Big Bosses to meet;

Some say it's a salon venue for entertaining distinguished guests and serving the upper echelons;

Even more say it's the vacation property of some retired high-ranking official from the Imperial Capital or Haizhou.

All sorts of theories, too many to count.

Afternoon, 5:07 PM.

An official car bearing the Education Bureau license plate drove grandly into that Xiao Hong Lou.

Cui Zhi, carrying a briefcase, slowly got out of the car; ten minutes later, he appeared in the reception room on the third floor.

He turned off the terminal branded with the Divine Machine Symbolic Badge, placed it on the desk, and quietly waited for the master of this place to receive him.

About three to five minutes later, the sound of footsteps tap-tap-tapping rang out — the sound of leather shoes stepping on wooden floorboards.

The thick door was pushed open, and a young man appeared, dressed impeccably, wearing glasses.

"Secretary Cui, sorry to keep you waiting. Just took a call from the Imperial Capital side, chatted and lost track of time, my apologies."

The young man was courteous and polite, his smile refined; he gestured for the standing Cui Zhi to sit.

The latter showed an appearance of fear and trepidation; logically, he rode in an Education Bureau official car and was called a Secretary, so his rank wouldn't be low, yet facing a young man of twenty-six or seven, he actually seemed somewhat careful and cautious.

"Young Master Ying."

Cui Zhi lowered his eyes obediently, weighing his words:

"The Education Bureau just received a piece of news. Regarding that SSS teaching material lost over ten years ago, it has now been recovered."

The young man asked in surprise:

"He Lanchan's 'Xu Kong Meditation Method'? The Patrol Department found it?"

Cui Zhi nodded; the young man realized something from his hesitant attitude and asked again:

"By procedure, this is the teaching material He Lanchan supported the Hengzhou Martial Association with, recovered by you Education Bureau; no one can pick fault. Ran into trouble?"

Cui Zhi's face showed difficulty; hardening his scalp, he explained the truth:

"According to Taian's statement, He Lanchan's 'Xu Kong Meditation Method' has chosen a master. This inheritance already has a successor. Therefore the Education Bureau cannot recover it."

The young man's originally lazy demeanor changed abruptly; he sat up straight, his gaze sharp:

"What did you say?"

Cui Zhi, the Education Bureau's number two Secretary, made the young man tremble with fear just by being looked at.

What he feared was not the man himself, but the great mountain behind that man.

"Young Master Ying, the Education Bureau has clear regulations. All teaching materials in Dongxia are selective materials. If a student receives the 'affirmation' of the teaching material itself, they can directly obtain the inheritance."

The young man tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his displeasure plain to see:

"What kind of goods is that person? Can he withstand He Lanchan's inheritance? Back then, the surnamed He sat in meditation and passed away publicly, his soul returning to the Star Sea; his dojo's signboard was stripped away, and his followers scattered like monkeys when the tree falls. His 'Xu Kong Meditation Method' wasn't not sent to the Four Great National Universities either, yet no one was seen catching it."

You ask me, who the hell do I ask!

Cui Zhi cried bitterly in his heart, yet had no choice but to answer; this young master's background was not small, the surname atop his head — even the Governor of Hengzhou, upon hearing it, would yield three parts of courtesy.

"This news came suddenly. It's been a while since He Lanchan's inheritance manifested, but it was suppressed by the Tai'an Patrol Department and not reported upward. The Martial Association found out early and sent that person from the Nanhuang Dojo to verify. The Education Bureau lagged a step behind, plus Xu Bichang, who was dispatched, was inexplicably hit by an excavator and sent to the hospital, making the situation even murkier……"

The young man listened with great impatience and interrupted:

"Secretary Cui!"

Cui Zhi seemed startled, shrinking his neck as he looked at the young man, a blank, at-a-loss appearance.

"What is it, Young Master Ying?"

The young man likewise cursed inwardly; the Central City Education Bureau's Secretary is of this caliber?

He was angry enough to want to smash something, yet forcibly suppressed it:

"Speak. The. Key. Points!"

Cui Zhi let out an "oh," then continued stiffly:

"In short, by the time Director Mo learned of this and investigated that person's background seven or eight parts out of ten, the 'Xu Kong Meditation Method' had already taken root in Tai'an. Constrained by rules, the Education Bureau had no way to forcibly take it back. And, that person seems to have entered the Nanhuang Dojo as well."

The young man was startled:

"The old thing of the Nanhuang Dojo took him as a Jinmen Dizi?"

Cui Zhi shook his head:

"Currently unknown. But the Nanhuang Dojo moving to Tai'an may be related to this matter. And, the Netherworld Research Institute also received related news: a high-intensity fluctuation suspected to be the Four Pillars Descending Together appeared in Dangyang, Tai'an. If these things are pieced together.

That lucky one who caught He Lanchan's inheritance might very well be another heaven-bestowed endowment of Spirit-Flesh Unity!"

Having spoken, he took a stack of paper archives from his briefcase and pushed them to the center of the long table.

The young man seemed to recall old matters; the bit of feigned elegance he had maintained could no longer be kept, and with a "bang" he slapped the table:

"Does your Hengzhou specialize in producing Spirit-Flesh Unity Martial Artists? One dies, another comes? They just won't die out!"

Cui Zhi lowered his head, not making a sound.

"Secretary Cui, can you get Director Mo to think of a way?"

The young man stood up, pacing back and forth; he never had much cultivation of patience to begin with, staying year after year in a decayed place like Hengzhou, missing Haizhou's prosperity all day long.

"Director Mo's meaning is, it's been this long already, why not…… forget it, settle things quietly."

Cui Zhi finally spoke to the point.

"Forget it? Shen Zhangyuan gave his life; does my Ying family have no dead? He himself had no eyes, insisting on walking that path; who was bad to learn from, he had to learn from He Lanchan!

How many Ying-surnamed disciples did that old thing of the Nanhuang Dojo kill that day? Secretary Cui, is it that Director Mo wants to retire, so he wants to dump this rotten mess on us Yings?"

The young man was not stupid in the end; born into a great clan, steeped in it by sight and hearing, he knew how to savor the profound meaning in words, and immediately sneered:

"Tell Director Mo, you people prop up New Martial Arts talents and hold arena matches with the Hengzhou Martial Association; our Ying family exerted great effort, and took quite a lot of various products and rare treasures, right? Shen Zhangyuan blocked Mo Zhen Ting's path back then; both sides reached a consensus, so we sent him into the Forbidden Land of the Netherworld.

What is that old thing of the Nanhuang Dojo holding that breath for? Doesn't he know in his heart? The old thing just waits for your Director Mo to retire, so he can personally claim his life. At that age of his, he forcibly endures without closing his eyes; how deep his hatred is, one can well imagine."

Cui Zhi fell silent again; he was merely a mouthpiece, and not a single word that shouldn't be said could be spoken.

The Ying-surnamed young man also understood this; he walked a few steps, stood by the window, gazing outside:

"I don't force things either. You fear the old thing of the Nanhuang Dojo going mad; I don't fear. The Old Martial Arts school likes to find whetstones, right? Fine, I'll find him a pile! Grind this blade until it snaps! As for Director Mo, let him help within the bounds of the rules."

Cui Zhi nodded, and until he left, he did not make a sound.

He came fast, left fast too.

He looked up at the sky; lead-gray dark clouds shifted over, seemingly like a great tide connecting into a line, pressing down until one could hardly breathe.

"If it weren't for your surname Ying, who the hell would bother with you!"

Cui Zhi spat, briefcase in hand, got in the car, and drove out of Xiao Hong Lou.

……

……

"Miss Lin's nutrition meal is really not bad."

In a flash, several days passed; Qin Shi thoroughly completed the New Life Stage of the Spirit Gate's Second Limit.

Benefiting from the irrigation of Mineral Essence and other resources, this time the Qi Life Force increase was very large, setting a new record again.

It actually stabilized at forty-nine points.

Qin Shi entered the Inner Vision state; the Life Seed residing three cun below the navel was surrounded by forty-nine visible wisps of air currents.

This is the excellent manifestation of vigorous Qi Life Force continuously erupting and condensing into substance.

"Master Liang, I faintly have a feeling that the fiftieth point of Qi Life Force will be very hard to break through."

This day, Qin Shi came to Old Factory Street again to discuss breaking the limit with Lao Liang.

The latter truly had quit alcohol and smoking; recently he even started chewing gum and eating snacks to curb cravings.

He peeled roasted melon seeds and roasted peanuts, piling them into two stacks, planning to eat them all in one go later:

"The Old Era Martial Arts World called it 'Bottleneck'. Now, it's renamed 'Critical Value'. I told you before, Mortal Body Potential has an upper limit; it's not that just by being down-to-earth and persisting long-term can you reach one hundred points of Qi Life Force.

The vast majority of people's upper limit is between twenty and forty; a small portion possessing talent, or working hard enough, with sufficient resources — 'Excellent Talents', which is what you call 'top students' — can break through the fifty-point barrier.

The Patrol Department's law enforcement officers are like this; fifty points of Qi Life Force, combined with a few Advanced Textbooks, is enough."

Qin Shi looked at that pile of peeled melon seed kernels, nodded and said:

"Brother Liang speaks with reason. That is why I chose the path of breaking limits—the road ahead is endless, and potential boundless."

Lao Liang nodded, smacking his lips; chatting at length without a drink or two was indeed rather tedious.

"You're at the critical value right now. Usually one gets stuck for half a year to a year, repeatedly stimulating flesh vitality to break through and cross over."

Qin Shi was not worried at all; Lao Liang had said that was the general case.

He was an Old Martial Talent through and through—how could he take the ordinary path?

"Brother Liang, I've nearly mastered the Heart Blood Refining Intent of the Nanhuang Dojo. Through the Ru Shen Ti, nurturing blood to forge life—it is indeed a clever idea."

"When will you let me see your Divine Gate and Bone Gate Dual Cultivation?"

Lao Liang narrowed his eyes; he had long wanted to take Qin Shi through the Bone-Joint Great Limit.

But his own disciple had prematurely settled his inner landscape and entered Second Rebirth.

"Divine Gate and Bone Gate Dual Cultivation often needs a whetstone, forcing you to sublimate and transform again and again. From 'Ordinary Bone' to 'Holy Bone,' like refining iron, like forging steel. I just couldn't figure out how to carry it out."

Lao Liang's gaze went blank as he pondered for a moment:

"However, on this matter, Lao Ren says he has a way, preparing to cooperate with the Patrol Department and participate in that 'Heng Jian Xing Dong.'"

Just as he was speaking, he lowered his head and found that pile of shelled melon seeds had vanished without a trace.

Qin Shi's cheeks moved as he ate heartily, asking indistinctly:

"Heng Jian Xing Dong? What exactly is it? I seem to have heard Sister Yun and Lao Tan mention it."

Lao Liang shook his head, not blaming his disciple's mischief, and continued shelling melon seeds:

"Simply put, it's sweeping away black and evil. Once a year, designated clearing of the 'Forbidden Zone' outside Taian Main City, counted as performance."

"The threat and influence of Transcendents far exceed ordinary criminals. But Hengzhou is restricted by the Electronic Blockade, and there indeed exist lawless places difficult to clean up."

Qin Shi suddenly realized—assisting law enforcement and striking criminals was indeed a good way for Old Martial Arts practitioners to improve themselves.

Like in the Dongxia Empire era, those wandering knights errant liked to right wrongs or travel the four directions, constantly courting death, repeatedly leaping across, honing their martial arts.

"Correct."

Qin Shi nodded, indicating agreement.

During this period, he had settled down for a long time and accumulated enough.

He had been worried about not finding a suitable opponent to vent his excessively vigorous, full energy.

"In a couple days, you and Lao Ren discuss it again. Remember to put on the bulletproof vest and stab-proof vest you received before."

Lao Liang was relatively steady, instructing him.

He had been on the battlefield and knew that often, facing fierce beasts and strong enemies, raising one's spirit would not result in a loss.

The easiest place to stumble was in weak things and the unknown.

"Alright."

Qin Shi grabbed another handful of melon seeds Lao Liang had shelled, tossing them into his mouth one by one, chatted a few more words, then got up and left.

……

……

"You son of a bitch! If this were Haizhou, I'd break your two legs and no one could do anything about it!"

The Ying-surnamed youth finally couldn't hold back and smashed an ashtray inside the room.

Due to its solid quality it did not shatter, rolling several times on the carpet and heavily striking the wall, making a "thud" sound.

He took several deep breaths, gradually calmed down, and began flipping through the paper documents Cui Zhi had sent.

"Qin Shi... surname Qin? Is there some background?"

The Ying-surnamed youth furrowed his brow; the surname Qin, combined with the He Lanchan Transmission and that old matter, seemed too coincidental.

He continued reading carefully, only to learn it was just some Old Factory Street worker family, with parents' situation very clear, tracing back three generations, all belonging to workers and peasants.

"Turns out I was overthinking it."

The Ying-surnamed youth breathed a sigh of relief, just as Cui Zhi feared the surname atop his head.

He also feared the "Qin" character representing the boundless glory of Dongxia, radiant as a star.

"A minor high school student who obtained the He Lanchan Transmission due to circumstances, and due to outstanding talent was favored by the Nanhuang Dojo, has good relations with Hengzhou's famous Lin Family and Chen Family, and is very close with them."

The Ying-surnamed youth closed the folder; this sort of person wasn't hard to deal with—he had seen many, nothing more than relying on a bit of talent bestowed by heaven to enter the sight of higher-ups.

Placed in the Dongxia Empire era, he would be a poor scholar who luckily climbed a high branch.

"Vitality of forty or fifty points; if I really wanted to do it, I have over a dozen methods. Pity that Chen Ruofu of Taian Patrol Department isn't of one mind with Central City and doesn't communicate."

The Ying-surnamed youth stroked his chin, thinking left and right; back then, the one who framed Nanhuang Dojo's Shen Zhangyuan—he and Brother Qi were accomplices.

Later that old thing went mad and nearly drove a Divine Machine to slaughter everyone at Pine Valley Riverbank Villa.

He himself had a tough life, barely saved his neck, and from then on was confined in this Xiao Hong Lou, with food, clothing, and daily necessities all delivered from outside.

This was the final result mediated by the Martial Association.

But the Ying-surnamed youth always remembered that old thing's cold gaze as if looking at a dead man.

Which made him, at midnight, often wake up startled, fearing a Divine Machine would crash through the building, a soul-reaping Evil Ghost descending before his eyes.

"I don't believe I can't wear you to death; once you close your eyes, I'll return to Haizhou to revel in wine and women and enjoy life."

The Ying-surnamed youth cursed as he dialed the phone.

The first person he contacted was Hengzhou's Qin Family.

"A-Kang, I have something for you to do. Your family has a distant relative in Taian, right? Pass a message for me: if he's willing to do me, Ying Lin, a small favor, I can give him a permanent slot in Hengzhou."

After a few words, Ying Lin hung up and called again.

"Uncle He, shift some of this month's Mineral Essence Quota and send it to Hengzhou's Zheng Family residence; just tell them their son Zheng Yun has been taken by our Kirin Group, prepared to be placed in the Third Sequence, as long as Zheng Yun takes first place in the subsequent Martial Arts Rising Star Cultivation Plan, he will receive admission opportunities from the Four Great National Universities."

After a moment, he put down the receiver.

Ying Lin's gaze was ice-cold as he stared at that paper archive; indeed, he and that high school boy far away in Dangyang East Suburbs had no grudge or enmity whatsoever.

But fate is often cruel; some take what they shouldn't, walk paths they shouldn't, and catch the eye of those above.

They might be kicked to death without even knowing it, like a stray dog rolling into a grassy bush, whimpering and dying in pain.

"So what if you hate me? So what if you look down on me? As long as I bear this surname, they must grit their teeth and endure."

Ying Lin closed his eyes, sitting in a soft recliner, like a free prisoner.

"The four great families of Chen Lin and Qin Zheng—how can they compare to the supreme and noble Nine Surnames of Dongxia!"

……

……

"Xiao Qin, you're here again! I made a new dish, try it quickly!"

Old Yu, her long hair braided, saw Qin Shi cross the threshold and her eyes lit up.

She held the steaming nutrition meal with both hands and approached him.

"The ingredients aren't great this time; Master's food quota is limited, so we'll have to make do."

Qin Shi looked at the large flatbread with a fish head stuck in it and felt his spirit contaminated.

But the Guo Sheng Zhang trait kept urging his body to eat all this messy stuff!

Because it's nourishing, nourishing!

"Miss Yu……"

Qin Shi swallowed his saliva.

"Just call me Senior Sister."

Old Yu smiled serenely; for every guest willing to taste her own cooking, she gave the best treatment.

After all, as more new dishes were developed, diners daring to pick up chopsticks dwindled day by day, until zero.

"Senior Sister…… I haven't even entered the Door yet."

Qin Shi said shyly.

He thought that he hadn't even met the Nanhuang Dao Guan Master, and didn't know what kind of Disciple that old man liked.

For now he could only act well-behaved, putting on the image of a polite good child.

"It's only a matter of time."

Old Yu took Qin Shi's hand, led him to the dining Lobby, and admired Qin Shi's dashing manner of eating with eyes closed.

In her view, a man who ate his food in big mouthfuls was the most charming.

But why did Xiao Qin close his eyes?

Old Yu was puzzled.

"Hah! With my nearly fifty points of Spiritual Field Power, I almost couldn't hold out!"

Qin Shi wolfed it down in one breath, completely filled with Satiety, and only then dared to open his eyes.

He really couldn't face the dead fish head with eyes rolled back.

"Xiao Qin, you're the handsomest boy I've ever seen."

Old Yu praised sincerely.

To her, Qin Shi, head down eating his meal, was extremely attractive.

"I'm just tougher than most, not picky about food."

Qin Shi replied quietly.

After enjoying Senior Sister Yu's loving nutrition meal, he was led by Xuan Ming to find Old Ren hiding in the corner.

"Ren Laoshi, Senior Sister Yu has finished cooking; it's safe outside."

Old Ren patted his chest; every moment Old Yu stepped into the kitchen, the entire Dao Guan declared martial law, and all idle people vanished.

"Xiao Qin, you're truly our great savior!"

Gratitude showed in Old Ren's eyes.

"Ren Laoshi, besides using myself to test poison, is there anything special you called me over for today?"

Qin Shi asked.

"Nothing else."

Old Ren took Qin Shi into the usual training Room and had Xuan Ming project some information.

"The Patrol Department is planning a Heng Jian Xing Dong operation, hiring many outside personnel to assist. Brother Liang, isn't there a Divine Gate and Bone Gate Dual Cultivation method? Just right for you to try its effect.

Also……"

Old Ren pressed his Earphone, connected to the white-haired old man's Frequency, and began repeating his words:

"This trip may encounter unexpected danger. Pay close attention to a few people.

Qin De, a direct descendant of the Yincheng Qin Family, thirty-seven years old, Qi Life Force around sixty points, master of the 'Scorpion Battle Method'.

He is a supervisor at Yu Hai Security Company, his actual combat ability won't be poor; be cautious when encountering him.

Also this one, Zheng Gui, also from Yu Hai Security Company, twenty-eight years old, Qi Life Force similar to Qin De, but he is good at Cold Weapons and can use a blade.

In life-and-death slaughter, those with weapons hold a great advantage, so one cannot be careless.

Finally, this one, Jiang Zaiyue, from Central City, background temporarily unclear, very young, twenty-two years old; if following Life Force Development theory, he is at his peak period."

Qin Shi frowned; after finally getting some quiet days, why was trouble coming to his door again?

Yu Hai Security Company?

"Ren Laoshi, is the Yincheng Qin Family targeting me?"

He asked.

Old Ren shook his head:

"They aren't that bold; there must be another instigator behind them, but it doesn't matter; those surging undercurrents eager to move will be suppressed by the Nanhuang Dao Guan.

Xiao Qin, you only need to do one thing: try to get a higher score in the Heng Jian Xing Dong operation, and eliminate all enemies who harbor malice toward you.

Qin Shi understood.

He imprinted those projected "hostile parties" into his brain sea, marking them as "prey."

Then he asked:

"Ren Laoshi, does that mean I can... beat them to death?"

Ren You's facial color stiffened slightly, but a dry, owl-like laugh came from his earphone.

He sighed; this was probably the "Tyrannical Fierce Qi" that teachers favored and liked most.

Only ask how many enemies there are and where they are, then kill them all cleanly.

As for the origin and context, there is no need to inquire at all.

"Correct. Being in the Forbidden Zone, and you having Enforcement Authority, anyone who opposes you can be executed on the spot."

Ren You answered affirmatively.

On the other side, a white-haired old man pushing a wheelchair appeared at the Zi Fu No. 9 Middle School Dormitory Building, no one knew how he got up.

Looking at Lao Liang cracking melon seeds and eating peanuts, he asked with a smile:

"Spiritual Residence Inner Landscape, must break Heart Obstacle, remove Shackles, pass Prison Gate. Your Disciple, what did he break, what did he remove, what did he pass, do you know?"

Lao Liang smacked his lips, being quite courteous toward the Old Generation Senior, and thought seriously for a moment:

"I didn't understand at first, later I asked Xiao Shi. What he broke was 'Rule', what he removed was 'Life-Harming', what he passed was 'Life-Killing'."

Perhaps this child Xiao Shi was too well-behaved, having early experienced the principle that Official Law is like a Furnace.

He always held some Fear in his heart, then somehow, he suddenly came to Understanding.

The white-haired old man had Realization, and an expression of "as expected" appeared in his eyes.

"No wonder. The first time I saw him, I felt this kid, his Heart God, was terrifyingly fierce, but kept it Not Sent Out."

"It turns out he's also a 'Hundred No Taboos' Killer Embryo! Quite good, this point Follows Me!"

Lao Liang gave the white-haired old man a Side Glance, and spat out Cigarette Ash:

"Predecessor, speaking of this, I'm afraid you're Not as Good as me."

The white-haired old man steadied his Gaze, fixed his eyes on the Lame Leg man, and after a long while turned his head, muttering:

"Fine, this, Follows You."

Chapter End