Chapter 298: Fist and Sword

"Did you just come from the Ruins of the Five Elements?" In the night, the two held hands and strolled; Miss Qingli didn't seem to find anything wrong, instead asking quite naturally.

"Mm, I was originally contemplating the meaning of Water."

"Then... why didn't you take the remnant embryo of the magic treasure? Since the senior allowed you to contemplate, it means they approve of you; the magic treasure is also permitted to be taken away."

"I don't want to take the senior's burial goods."

"You weren't polite when robbing other people's cave abodes."

"Is the Heavenly Yao Holy Land someone else?"

Hearing this, Miss Qingli's first reaction was a bit of sweetness in her heart; her second reaction was anger rushing to her forehead again.

The Heavenly Yao Holy Land isn't someone else, not because of her, Miss Qingli, but because of the master.

What kind of situation is this?

Sensing that Bai Mao suddenly wanted to pull his hand away, Lu Xingzhou quickly tightened his grip: "Don't move, I'm cleansing dust for you."

Miss Qingli was both angry and amused: "Is this shameless drive of yours how you hooked up with my master?"

Lu Xingzhou said, "Before I knew your master, the Heavenly Yao Holy Land was already not someone else."

Bai Mao's hand instantly went soft, and he lowered his head without speaking.

A cold wind blew.

Neither of them felt the chill; it was the graves everywhere that couldn't stand it.

Those who could say such things in a graveyard and stroll hand-in-hand as if under flowers and moonlight, the big shots of the Heavenly Yao Holy Land, whether human or ghost, probably haven't seen in all these years.

But in reality, their identities were awkward; Miss Qingli absolutely didn't want any development with Lu Xingzhou, and Lu Xingzhou couldn't be with Ye Tinglan while launching an offensive against Bai Mao; being able to say something even remotely related had already exhausted his brainpower.

So most of the time was silence, just holding hands and walking slowly.

"Why did your sect set up the Ten Thousand Swords Graveyard and the Ruins of the Five Elements?" Lu Xingzhou started a topic by making conversation: "When I first heard of the Ten Thousand Swords Graveyard, I thought it was just a place to bury swords, including enemies' swords and such, with only residual sword intent left for people to comprehend. Now I see, it's not just a specialized burial ground for bones, but also has special array settings causing residual souls not to scatter easily; it's not just residual sword intent left."

Miss Qingli said indifferently, "I don't know why it was set up this way initially; I'm not as curious as you."

"..."

"But later I felt it was very beneficial for increasing disciples' sense of belonging to the sect, reverence for predecessors, and inheritance. Predecessors of past generations also took pride in being buried in these two places after passing away, feeling it was a kind of immortality in a certain sense; even if their residual souls scatter completely in the future and only sword intent remains, later generations will comprehend it, so even without taking disciples, one can pass down what was realized in this life in this way."

Lu Xingzhou nodded, having a small confusion in his heart that wasn't quite suitable to mention in this setting.

After all, not everyone passes away peacefully.

As a soul-banner evil cultivator, he was more sensitive in this regard; now, having inherited this fortune and continuing to control the Red Lotus Tribulation Flame, the feeling was even more prominent. Once someone dies with strong unwillingness, the Ten Thousand Swords Graveyard and the Ruins of the Five Elements wouldn't be so peaceful; they would either go mad and kill all who come, or use this setting that allows residual souls to remain to attempt possession.

So either the Ten Thousand Swords Graveyard itself hides such risks, or those types of deceased are buried elsewhere. The latter is more likely; that would mostly be the forbidden grounds of the Heavenly Yao Holy Land.

For some reason, Lu Xingzhou always felt that places like the sect's forbidden grounds had more to say, while these comprehension grounds where everyone can come actually aren't that interesting. If everyone comprehends together, the possibility of you comprehending something different from others is really slim.

But using it to hammer out a path suitable for oneself step by step in an orderly manner is doable.

While pondering, Miss Qingli led him to a tombstone: "This predecessor was famous for flesh cultivation and fist-and-foot kung fu, named Zhan Wuji, who roamed between five hundred and a thousand years ago. His cultivation doesn't match yours, but his fist intent must have something worth contemplating; you might as well try."

Lu Xingzhou went to the grave, lit three sticks of incense, and respectfully bowed.

Miss Qingli's expression was somewhat strange.

Lu Xingzhou asked curiously, "What's wrong? Don't you offer incense?"

"No one in our sect cultivates the path of incense; it has no meaning."

"... No, this is just a gesture of goodwill. Forget it; it's no use arguing with your pragmatic cultivation ideology that doesn't care about human feelings and worldly wisdom." Lu Xingzhou sat cross-legged and even took out a bottle of wine: "Senior, since you were a hero whose fists reached the flesh, you must drink? This is homemade from Spirit Spring Mountain; taste it..."

After speaking, he poured a cup onto the ground.

Miss Qingli wordlessly turned her face away.

The next moment, a cold wind whistled, and a thought feedback echoed in the sea of consciousness: "Get lost; my intent will absolutely not be passed to things that talk about love and romance in front of predecessors' graves. Do you want us to stand guard for you?"

Miss Qingli: "?"

Lu Xingzhou said, "I even invited you to drink."

"I can't drink it; are you lusting after me? Get lost."

"Then what about this?" Lu Xingzhou, sitting cross-legged, casually punched upward.

It looked casual, but actually had quite some method to it.

It wasn't the newly learned Inferno Remnant Sunset, but the Taiji Tian Gang Explosion Method from the Yin-Yang Ultimate Intent Art, focusing on the violent explosion produced by the collision of yin and yang spirals; this move had helped Lu Xingzhou defeat stronger opponents many times before and was one of his signature techniques.

Now unleashed, the qi force spiraled, shooting straight up to a li away, exploding in the sky like brilliant fireworks.

The power was very strong, and the visual effect was also beautiful.

Miss Qingli looked up, thinking it was quite good, just seemed to lack something...