Chapter 305: The Similar Moon

Did he see it?

Then was he lying before?

This thought crossed his mind, but the next second, Ren Yidao dismissed it.

Zhang Mang had no reason to lie to him, and he had checked before; his eyes were indeed blind.

Then, what did he mean by "seeing"?

"In your eyes, what do I look like?"

Zhang Mang was stunned for a moment, seemingly surprised that his master did not question him.

He had prepared an explanation for Ren Yidao, but he had not expected it to be of no use at all.

"Uh, I... in my eyes, Master looks like a crescent moon."

Zhang Mang knew this description was somewhat vague, so he tried his best to explain:

"Although I cannot see a person's features clearly, I can determine their location because I can see their 'fire'."

"I don't know what that ball of fire is, I only know that generally, the more powerful a person is, the more dazzling the firelight."

"And Master's fire is in the shape of a moon."

"Seeing Master before was because I saw the crescent moon you manifested."

After finishing, Zhang Mang closed his mouth, feeling somewhat anxious as he waited for his master's reaction.

He hugged the big yellow dog in his arms a bit uneasily; the dog raised its brows, took a look, and then silently closed its eyes again.

Can he understand me?

Will he think I am lying too?

Master... Master will surely understand.

Regarding this master who appeared before him and was willing to save him, Zhang Mang had already begun to worship him unconditionally.

And in front of him, Ren Yidao stroked his chin in thought.

"A fire that everyone has, related to strength... Soul fire? Or the fire of life?"

He could not distinguish it clearly yet, but he had indeed roughly understood this little boy's ability.

A special ability similar to spirit vision.

"Has this ability been with you since childhood? Or did you have it after going blind?"

"It should have been there since I was small; I could see some things when I was young, but I only realized I was different from others after I went blind."

If not for this ability, Zhang Mang would not have discovered that woman on the city wall, and perhaps he would not have gone blind.

Zhang Mang felt somewhat melancholy, but at this moment, Ren Yidao had no energy to care about his disciple's mood; he was analyzing the clues one by one.

Innate pupil power, but the effect was significantly strengthened after Demon Qi entered the pupils, able to see soul fire...

He suddenly discovered that this disciple of his seemed to be quite extraordinary.

Parents both dead, relying on his grandfather, special constitution, seemingly blind for ten years but actually gifted with talent... this is the standard protagonist template!

Did he just pick up a child of the plane by taking on a disciple so casually?

As expected, this must be the true explanation of being beneficial and harmless.

He had found a treasure.

"Then what about that woman you saw? What did she look like?"

Master believed him!

The heart Zhang Mang had been holding finally settled, and he hurriedly said:

"That woman also looked like a crescent moon, but looking back on it now, the color was somewhat different."

"Your crescent moon is white with gold, while hers was white with red, red like blood!"

Ren Yidao narrowed his eyes, feeling as if he had stumbled upon the target he came to the Eastern Wasteland to find...

"A blood moon?"

"Could it be you? That person who calls herself 'Luoyue Shangren'."

"I am very curious, are you... real? Or fake?"

"That figure..."

Gongsun Changshou carried a large hammer on her back, weaving quickly through the crowd and looking around.

Originally, she had found a stall in the center of the city to set up shop, selling some "Waste Artifacts" that were useless to her but extremely rare to others.

The Sword Casting Hut had a unique habit before casting: regardless of the caster's rank, they would use some scraps to cast a few items before the formal casting.

The Sword Casting Hut called this practice process "Waste Artifacts".

Whether it was swords, spears, halberds, or axes, even plows for tilling fields or kitchen knives for chopping meat, as long as the caster liked it, they could cast whatever they wanted.

And since they were casting them anyway, the caster would not waste the effort; they would try some techniques they had never attempted before, or endow them with some special functions.

These Waste Artifacts mostly became strange because they carried too many whimsical ideas, truly becoming unusable waste.

The process of "Waste Artifacts" allowed the sword caster to put away the bold ideas in their hearts, so that the subsequent formal casting would proceed honestly according to plan.

But there would also be a small portion of "Waste Artifacts" that, because they came from the hands of masters, even if they were not worth mentioning to them, already exceeded the weapons of ordinary people just based on material and quality.

Every year, the Sword Casting Hut held a "Waste Artifact" market outside the sect, where disciples sold the Waste Artifacts produced over the past year.

Outsiders did not know the inside story of "Waste Artifacts" and just regarded this as a grand event where Sword Casting Hut disciples sold goods to the public.

Cultivators often came to hunt for treasures, and although most bought a pile of scrap iron, there were often lucky ones who found a bargain, buying powerful treasures at extremely low prices.

And Gongsun Changshou had not returned to the sect to attend such a market for many years.

Well, her itch to set up a stall had flared up.

Just as Gongsun Changshou had said to Hu Wanwan before, setting up a stall was truly just a hobby for her to enjoy the process.

As long as someone came over to ask for a price, no matter what price they offered, she could sell the item after a bit of haggling.

Even if you only offered a piece of rag, she could still find a product of "equivalent" value from that pile of "junk."

It was just a pity that not many people knew their goods, and those who came to buy were mostly just residents within the city, buying some iron tools for daily use.

Fortunately, they were meticulous about prices, and the process of haggling and bargaining after they arrived was something Gongsun Changshou enjoyed very much.

But just a moment ago, right after Gongsun Changshou half-sold and half-gave away a pig-slaughtering knife she had casually forged seventy years ago, she suddenly felt something and looked toward the west.

!!!

For an instant, Gongsun Changshou felt she had seen a familiar back.

A hateful guy she had searched for a long, long time but never found.

"A Yue!!?"

Was that A Yue?

Because it happened so suddenly, Gongsun Changshou was stunned for a full second, and by the time she reacted, the other person had completely disappeared.

"Boss! Your item is no good! Look, there's a chip here, can you make it a bit cheaper? Hmm!?"

Whoosh—

The old woman in front of the stall had originally intended to keep haggling, but the next moment, that easy-going stall owner disappeared from the spot and dashed dozens of meters away in one step.

Old woman:???

Her body trembling, she threw the knife in her hand back onto the stall, turned around, and waddled away.

Gulp.

It wasn't just her; the surrounding stall owners and onlookers were all startled, breaking out in a cold sweat.

This woman who looked so slovenly was actually an expert?

Gongsun Changshou didn't care what others thought; she didn't even have time to pack up her stall, rushing to the place where that figure had just disappeared and scanning back and forth.

"Where is the person?"

Her divine sense scanned back and forth, but she found no trace at all; it seemed that the fleeting glimpse just now was truly her hallucination.

"Did I see it wrong?"

Gongsun Changshou didn't think her old eyes were failing her; she definitely saw something!

Ignoring everything else, she flew directly into the high sky and swept her divine sense out in a violent manner.

This was a very arrogant act; if it weren't for deep hatred, one would generally not make such an offensive move.

The divine sense swept out like a giant rock thrown into a quiet pond, directly shattering the water's surface and splashing up countless ripples.

Wanshou City was already close to the border of the Eastern Wasteland, and coupled with the special historical reasons of this place, the Kings didn't pay much attention to it; the people in the city were a mixed bag, and many notorious fierce individuals were hidden here.

At this moment, because of the market, quite a few outsiders had come, making it the time of year with the largest number of people.

Gongsun Changshou's move was tantamount to provoking everyone, and some of the already high-strung, frightened birds were terrified, thinking that an enemy had come knocking.

At this moment, who knows how many people's expressions changed, and they spoke out in anger:

"Who!!?"

"Who is spying on me!?"

"Where did this guy come from, having no sense of the rules!"

"Get out!"

"Do you know the rules!?"

For a time, there was a clamor of voices, with everyone condemning this guy who had acted so arrogantly.

However, in their urgency, they seemed to have forgotten one thing.

A person who could spread their divine sense across the entire city did not seem to need to explain anything to them.

Gongsun Changshou did exactly that.

At this time, she had no heart or time to bicker with them, directly roaring through her divine sense:

"All of you, shut your mouths!!!"

Boom!!!

The violent divine sense expanded with her as the center, causing the mind of every cultivator who tried to fight back to shake, with some even spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.

At this moment, they finally realized why the other party dared to be so arrogant.

"Earth Realm!?"

"Is it a Dharma Aspect expert? No, that's not right!"

"It's a Spirit Transformation ancestor!!!"

"Not good! Run!"

"Cough cough! Cough—"

"This is bad!"

Ren Yidao usually came into contact with people above the Earth Realm, and those he associated with were princes and Princesses, which might give one an illusion.

As if Dharma Aspect and Spirit Transformation cultivators were everywhere, and as if one could easily cross from the Human Realm into the Earth Realm... but in reality, it was not so.

Cultivators of the Human Realm were the majority in the cultivation world, and Dharma Aspect could already be considered an expert, capable of establishing a sect in some small places.

Spirit Transformation was even more of an ancestor of a region, treated as a strategic reserve, rarely seen.

The true majority of cultivators were those struggling bitterly in the cultivation world.

Cultivation could not be achieved just by piling up time; layer upon layer of barriers had trapped who knows how many people.

Those without a sect or family as a backer could only rely on themselves.

They had to fight others for cultivation techniques, snatch weapons from others, and risk their lives against others for spiritual materials...

Cultivation is, at its core, a struggle.

From the moment one steps onto this path, what awaits the cultivator is an endless, ceaseless struggle.

Ren Yidao is able to be a hedonist as he pleases because he possesses sufficient strength as his foundation, and he does not need to consider much else.

That he does not compete with others is already an exercise of restraint.

Otherwise, if he were to truly let go of his bottom line and act according to the logic of the underworld cultivation he saw in his past life... he would become a nightmare for many.

He could do it, but Ren Yidao chooses not to.

He feels that way of doing things is too boring.

To follow one's heart, but not without boundaries.

Cultivating the path, cultivating immortality, cultivating the body... cultivating the heart.

The techniques of the Divine Path Sect are inherently idealistic, and he does not wish for his own path of cultivation to become too boring.

Ren Yidao does not have great ambitions; he only wants to be an interesting person.

To be a free fox.

"Wow, how arrogant!"

Ren Yidao looked at Gongsun Changshou, who was revealing her fierce might in the sky, and turned his head to instruct his disciple:

"If you become successful in the future, you must never be like her!"

"Acting so arrogantly will only make people resent you."

Although Zhang Mang could not see the arrogant person with his eyes, he still recorded his master's teachings in his heart and nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you for your teachings, Master; this disciple will surely keep them in mind!"

Seeing how he would kneel at the slightest provocation, Ren Yidao shook his head slightly.

Although this disciple is intelligent, perhaps due to his family background, he is a bit too cautious and timid.

It is better that our Divine Path Sect's style is good; these cumbersome etiquettes are to be discarded whenever possible.

Once I take him back, I must give him a good lesson.

Ren Yidao was chatting with his disciple here and did not bother with whatever madness Gongsun Changshou was up to.

Having driven Gongsun Changshou away from the room last night, according to his deduction, the other party should not take the initiative to appear before him.

"Let's go, let's go. I will take you to meet a few people. If you can't find me in the Eastern Wasteland in the future, you can also ask them for help... Oh?"

Ren Yidao did not want to get involved in Gongsun Changshou's affairs, but she seemed unwilling to let him go.

Gongsun Changshou, who was closing her eyes and sensing from high above, suddenly opened her eyes upon detecting that familiar aura and charged straight over!

Whoosh—

"You still want to run!!?"

Charging toward that seemingly familiar fluctuation, she raised her Giant Hammer without even looking and smashed it over with a ferocious momentum!

Ren Yidao:?

Gongsun Changshou was charging at a high speed, but Ren Yidao still had the confidence to dodge; the problem was that he could not dodge now.

His own disciple was right by his side!

Zhang Mang's body was too weak to withstand intense turmoil, and he did not want to experience the tragedy of a master burying his disciple so soon...

Besides, was he really going to take his disciple and run away on his first day as a master?

Must I avoid her edge?

Ren Yidao took a step forward, shielded Zhang Mang behind him, raised his hand toward the incoming Gongsun Changshou, and grabbed forward with an appearance of indifference!

Zhang Mang could not see, but at this moment, he saw a Giant Hammer descending from Heaven, while the dim crescent moon before him suddenly erupted with intense light.

Not only that, the crescent moon underwent a change, unexpectedly transforming into a huge multi-tailed white fox, which pressed a claw toward the Giant Hammer!

Boom—

The Giant Hammer trembled and was actually swatted away by the white fox's palm!

In the eyes of the surrounding people, however, it was a different scene.

Facing the Spirit Transformation fiend descending from Heaven, the delicate youth did not dodge, but instead frowned, and then nonchalantly blocked the other party's killing blow with one hand.

He even swatted the other party directly, sending her flying back!

Gongsun Changshou also realized at this moment that the person before her was not the one she was looking for, and could not help but exclaim:

"Why is it you!!?"

Ren Yidao remained silent, his calm, ripple-free divine sense spreading across the entire city in a manner even more grand than Gongsun Changshou's.

He asked:

"Fellow Daoist... what is the meaning of this?"