Chapter 311: Zhao Yao Peng Yu Shi, Train the Heavenly Fire Hand!

Lu Yu slowly turned the page of the yellowed ancient book, *Peng Chuan's Notes*.

The very first line on the opening page read:

"I was originally a celestial immortal."

You couldn't help but look over.

Lu Yu scoffed: "Another madman."

In recent years, the martial world has been in turmoil, as leaders of major sects, sensing the revival of spiritual energy, have sought to break through the barrier to Grand Master status.

They toiled in solitude, staking everything on a single gamble.

Within the Sword Sect, three Supreme Elders once attempted to force their cultivation using the *Sword Heart Scripture* as a guide—and ended up mad and demonic.

Three elders secluded themselves to meditate on the *Heavenly Demon Scripture*, seeking to glimpse the demonic path, yet ultimately became nothing but a handful of earth, silent and dead; after half a month, their bodies stank, leaving only putrid odor lingering.

All were renowned Masters of the martial world, a tragic sight.

Lu Yu continued flipping through, but grew disappointed—the later sections had been preserved too long; the paper was brittle and fragile, too delicate to handle with any force, or it would crumble to dust, leaving only scattered, barely legible characters.

You also examined them closely.

On the yellowed paper were several symbols written in Daoist talisman script.

The script was obscure and cryptic, legible only through the secret codes unique to the Three True Ones.

Lu Yu softly uttered two words: "Sui Ming."

His gaze locked onto the withered pages, trying to catch the following characters, but the handwriting grew increasingly blurred—only the character "water" faintly discernible.

He read the two characters together, voice uncertain: "Sui Ming Shui."

Then, several even more illegible ancient characters came into view; he strained to decipher them, finally managing to barely read:

"Ding," "Jing," "Long," "Tianren," "She."

These characters scattered like fragments, impossible to chain into a coherent image; Lu Yu tried several combinations, all felt nonsensical, muttering:

"Jing Ding Long Tianren She?"

He tried various phrasings—none made sense.

Lu Yu was deeply disappointed; he had hoped this would unravel the mysterious "Heavenly Fall" secret of Master Peng Chuan, only to sink deeper into fog.

Liu Jinchan chuckled: "After all, he's nearly eight hundred years gone—if you count precisely, nearly a thousand years. To leave even a few scattered words is already remarkable!"

"Most of his martial arts were preserved through oral transmission and direct teaching by disciples; the later notes of the ancestral master were mostly damaged, and after the many wars of that era, this is already remarkably intact."

Lu Yu nodded slightly; eight hundred years ago, nine states stood in rivalry, war rampant, far more chaotic and complex than today.

According to ancient texts and secret histories of major sects, it was during that time that spiritual energy began to revive.

Tragically, after that brief revival, within a century, spiritual energy sank back into silence, as if it had never existed.

Liu Jinchan said solemnly: "During the Warring States period, the Yin-Yang Master of Great Chu and two Daoist sages jointly deduced a prophecy—'Celestial Star Descends, Spiritual Energy Returns.'"

"Fifty years ago, someone in the Daoist sect deduced the omen of the 'Celestial Star Descending,' foretelling the imminent return of spiritual energy—prompting all major sects to widely recruit disciples."

Liu Jinchan's gaze lingered on the two of you, a softness flashing in his eyes: "That was why I took the two of you as my disciples."

Lu Yu held a different view; he shook his head: "No matter how heaven and earth change, man shall overcome heaven."

Upon hearing this, Liu Jinchan stroked his beard and smiled.

Your eyes involuntarily fixed on the character "Ding."

This single character seemed to possess some magic, drawing your thoughts.

You furrowed your brow, thinking inwardly: If Peng Chuan truly was a celestial immortal descended to earth, then his "Riding the Dragon" must refer to the era when spiritual energy began to vanish.

And was his own descent somehow tied to the turbulent early Warring States period?

Alas, all is unverifiable.

According to the first ancestral master of the Three True Ones' records: "Shatter the Void, Unify Mountain and River."

But Peng Chuan was different.

He forged a cauldron, rode a dragon, and ascended.

Lu Yu continued flipping—the text grew even more obscure, like ancient secret language, impossible to grasp; even when familiar ancient characters appeared, centuries had stripped them of meaning, rendering them ambiguous.

Unclear.

Yet!

The final few characters on the page were clearly legible.

"Zhao Yao Peng Yu Shi!"

Zhao Yao, Peng Yu Shi.

The punctuation must be this way.

Five distinct large characters, utterly unlike the earlier script—as if added later by another hand.

Liu Jinchan explained: "These characters were added by Peng Chuan's descendants after the original notes. Supposedly, these were Peng Chuan's final words to his heirs as he forged the great cauldron."

Peng Chuan left behind seven or eight descendants.

"But strangely, there has never been a place called 'Zhao Yao' in the world—leaving room for endless speculation."

"After leaving these five characters, Peng Chuan's descendants vanished as if evaporated from the mortal world, never heard from again. The nine states all sent search parties, yet found nothing—as if they had never existed."

All three of you frowned slightly—could this be a name from the Celestial Realm?

Peng Yu Shi.

Historical records say Peng Chuan was a fallen heavenly being, parentless—where did his clan come from?

Lu Yu did not dwell on the deeper meaning; his attention quickly shifted to what followed.

He continued flipping—the paper's texture had clearly changed, now made of modern improved Xuan paper, whiter in hue, clearly a later transcription.

"This must be the disciples' transcription based on Master Peng Chuan's martial insights," Liu Jinchan explained, tone tinged with reverence.

The ninth ancestral master, after the first, was the only other one recorded to have broken through to Grand Master status.

Now, in the Three True Ones Sect, there are two more: Lu Chen and Lu Yu.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yu's eyes lit with anticipation; he eagerly turned to the transcribed copy.

Master Peng Chuan, this historical figure, mastered all schools of thought, excelled in every art, truly a genius among geniuses.

He not only mastered all martial styles but also achieved extraordinary feats in metallurgy—every artifact he forged was exquisitely crafted.

Most famed of all was Peng Chuan's martial art immune to extreme heat—his hands could be plunged into boiling oil without harm.

His hands could also emit intense heat, melting gold and iron.

The Heavenly Fire Hand.

When perfected, this art allows one to fight barehanded, impervious to flame—even amid raging fire, one walks as if on level ground, immensely powerful.

Lu Yu looked—sure enough, it was this martial art.

But!

Several additional characters appeared afterward.

*Heavenly Fire Hand: Fragmented Version.

(End of Chapter)