Chapter 607: New Path!

Jiang Feng froze.

His brain was like an overworked machine, completely jammed at this moment.

All ruined.

They completely ruined it for him.

Jiang Feng's mouth hung open, his eyes wide open, staring straight at the man before him.

The man's expression was calm, even carrying a faint smile, as if he were mentioning a trivial matter…

That indifferent expression was like a fire, burning from Jiang Feng's chest all the way to the top of his head.

Anger.

An anger he had never felt before!

His fists clenched, his knuckles cracking.

His teeth were clenched so tight his cheeks trembled.

He had been a supreme heavenly pride since childhood.

He began enlightenment at three, entered the Pre-Heaven realm at ten.

Among the many disciples on Kunlun Mountain, his master singled him out, imparting all his knowledge.

He endured how much hardship, suffered how much injustice, shed how much sweat and blood, to step by step reach today.

But even he, relying on Kunlun's resources and his master Xuan Yuan Zhenren's teachings, plus countless opportunities after leaving the mountain…

One could say that after enduring countless hardships, he managed to step into the half-step Martial Ancestor level before the age of thirty.

Half-step Martial Ancestor.

A height that countless people spend their whole lives failing to reach.

He achieved it before turning thirty.

He was Kunlun's finest disciple in a century, his master's most proud heir, an existence looked up to by countless people.

He knew that perhaps the man before him was strong—so strong he could not imagine.

Perhaps to that man, Jiang Feng's cultivation was laughable, like an adult looking at a child's toy gun—not worth mentioning.

But you can't just say it's ruined and destroy it all for me!

That was the fruit of over twenty years of his labor!

It was earned with his life! What gives you the right!

Without even asking a question, you wiped out all his twenty-plus years of effort!

Jiang Feng's chest heaved violently, his breath ragged and heavy, like an enraged beast.

A flame burned in his eyes, reddening his sockets and blurring his vision.

The man stood there, looking down at him from above.

The man saw all of Jiang Feng's anger, all of this, in his eyes.

But he was neither angry nor explanatory; he merely curled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a faint smile.

"As the future of Kunlun,"

He spoke, his voice not loud, but each word struck Jiang Feng's ears like a nail.

"Can't you even accept this small setback?"

His gaze fell on Jiang Feng, carrying a hint of faint mockery.

"It's nothing but a measly half-step Martial Ancestor cultivation."

He paused, his tone becoming even more casual.

"This place is Kunlun Void; as long as you wish, you can return to the peak at any time."

As soon as he said that, Jiang Feng's body shuddered violently.

The anger in his eyes remained, but behind that flame something lit up.

"Senior, do you mean… my cultivation can still be restored?"

The man looked at him, the contempt at the corner of his mouth deepening.

He let out a light chuckle, as if he'd heard a hilarious question.

"It's nothing but a mere half-step Martial Ancestor."

He turned his head, glancing at Lu Wu crouched by his feet.

"In Kunlun Void, such cultivation isn't even comparable to Lu Wu."

Lu Wu was crouched in the snow, ears perked, listening to their conversation.

Upon hearing the man's words, its eyes widened, its furry body tensed, and the several tails tangled together stood upright.

It turned its head and began to call out at the man.

"Squeak—!"

The call was urgent and loud, filled with obvious dissatisfaction and protest.

Its little paws dug twice in the ground, scooping up a small clump of snow, then it grabbed the snow with its mouth and flung it toward the man.

The snowball flew less than two feet before scattering, landing three inches in front of the man's feet, where it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

The man didn't even glance at it.

Lu Wu grew angrier, dug another snow clump and flung it out.

This time he threw it farther, but still couldn't reach the man's hem.

It squeaked, its tail swaying back and forth, its four short legs pattering on the ground, like a child told he's short, hopping about.

Watching this, Jiang Feng's mouth twitched involuntarily.

Being disturbed by Lu Wu like that, the fury rushing to his head subsided considerably.

He took a deep breath and slowly relaxed his fist.

Anger is useless.

Resentment is also useless.

No matter how angry he gets, he cannot change this fact.

But he heard what that man said.

As long as he is willing, he can return to the peak at any time.

That is to say, his cultivation can be restored. Although he must retrain, although he must walk that difficult path again, at least there is still hope.

With hope comes opportunity; with opportunity comes possibility.

Jiang Feng lifted his head and looked at that man.

The man's gaze also fell on him, waiting for his answer.

The man looked at Jiang Feng and spoke in a cold voice.

"But this is a very difficult path."

"So, are you ready?"

Are you ready?

Jiang Feng did not answer immediately.

He lowered his head and looked at his own hands, covered in scars.

Now his cultivation is gone, his dantian is empty, and over twenty years of effort have come to nothing.

He must start anew, from an ordinary person, from a cripple who has no true qi, bit by bit cultivating, step by step climbing upward.

This path will be harder, more bitter, and longer than before.

But is he afraid?

No.

He has climbed that mountain that refused him for who knows how many years; he has walked through that blizzard that almost froze him to death; what does he have left to fear?

Jiang Feng lifted his head and looked at that man.

"Senior."

"I will strive."

Four words, simple and plain, clean and neat.

The man looked at him, remaining silent for a long time.

His gaze lingered on Jiang Feng's face for a long time, as if confirming something.

In the depths of those calm, water-like eyes, something twitched slightly, but quickly returned to calm.

Then he nodded.

The movement was tiny, too small to notice unless one looked closely. But Jiang Feng saw it.

"Then let's go."

The man turned and walked forward. His gray robe dragged a faint trace on the ground, and his hair, bound with a wooden hairpin, swayed lightly behind him.

His steps were not large, but soon he seemed to be hurrying, as if leading the way.

Lu Wu looked at the man's back, then at Jiang Feng, then ran on his four short legs, pattering to Jiang Feng's feet.

It raised its head and looked at him with its pair of golden big eyes.

Jiang Feng lowered his head, glanced at it, and reached out to pat its head.

Then he took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He followed behind the man, walking on the snow of Kunlun Void, toward the "very difficult path" the man spoke of.

Jiang Feng's shadow stretched long on the snow, side by side with the man's—one tall, one slender—but both heading in the same direction…

Jiang Feng realized, that was his new Martial Path!