Chapter 68

Ever since being ambushed by Ding Chunqiu, his life had undergone a tremendous upheaval; Wu Wu Ya Zi, while consumed by hatred and regret, also often lamented the impermanence of fate.

Later, he obtained "Ten Directions Annihilation," and from the great wisdom within it, he came to realize the vastness of heaven and earth and the insignificance of man, and from then on believed even more firmly in doctrines of heavenly decree such as "fate" and "destiny."

This "Zhenlongqi Society" was actually the last one.

Because he felt that his end had come.

In other words, this time he had to pick out a successor.

And at this moment, an ordinary person with no martial arts at all had actually broken through an illusion array that even celestial beings found themselves helpless against, and walked right up to him.

This made Wu Wu Ya Zi, who believed in fate more and more as he grew older, certain in his heart that this was a master-disciple bond ordained by heaven!

Added to that, Jiang Sishui's looks were outstanding—no inferior to his own younger self—meeting the Xiaoyao Sect's prerequisite for selecting disciples.

And he was suspected of harboring a strange treasure, a person of deep blessed affinity; it was expected that he would surely be able to help him slay Ding Chunqiu and cleanse the sect.

Taking everything into consideration, Wu Wu Ya Zi decided to take him in as a disciple.

As for Jiang Sishui not having solved the "Zhenlong Chess Game"?

If he didn't choose him, was there necessarily someone who could break it this time?

Either way, he had to pick someone, so Jiang Sishui was naturally the optimal choice.

Of course, Wu Wu Ya Zi had also been observing every subtle change in Jiang Sishui's expression, wanting to see what kind of person he was.

It was only when Jiang Sishui kowtowed to him to take him as master, his manner respectful and courteous, showing not the slightest hint of perfunctoriness or impatience, that Wu Wu Ya Zi finally made a decision.

After transmitting his skills, he himself became a cripple; at this moment he was secretly observing Jiang Sishui again.

Seeing that he was not the sort of petty person who burned bridges after crossing the river, but rather grateful and intent on repaying the kindness, he was completely at ease, and finally revealed his greatest secret.

Throughout the entire process, if Jiang Sishui had given Wu Wu Ya Zi even the slightest dissatisfaction, at most he would have received only his full body of skill.

As for the Two Great Divine Arts and even "Ten Directions Annihilation"—that was out of the question.

These reasons were already buried forever along with Wu Wu Ya Zi's passing.

Jiang Sishui was unaware of these things, and gathering the matter of "Ten Directions Annihilation" was still far off; he had no time to think it through carefully.

For now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

After filling in the earthen pit, Jiang Sishui began to ponder "Lingbo Weixu."

Once the "Zhenlong Illusion Array" was broken, Leigu Mountain, shrouded in mystery for twenty years, was laid bare before the world; as the sole beneficiary, Jiang Sishui would surely be the target of envy and covetous attention.

When the time came, there would be no shortage of trouble.

Fortunately, his current skill was profound; as long as he made up for the shortcomings of his Lightness Skill and Body Movement, it would be enough to handle things with ease.

Only Zhu Wushi…

Jiang Sishui's brow furrowed slightly, then immediately smoothed out again.

Zhu Wushi had always presented himself with a righteous image; without a reasonable and proper pretext, he probably would not openly make things difficult for him.

If he had some unspeakable scheme or purpose, he would certainly come privately; when the time came, he himself might be able to turn the tables and intimidate this innately suspicious Divine Marquis.

Thinking of this, Jiang Sishui felt somewhat reassured.

"Lingbo Weixu" is a martial art that combines speed and evasion; it is both a Lightness Skill and a body movement art, with boundless wonderful uses.

Jiang Sishui was a scholar, with some knowledge of the "Book of Changes," and was clear on the directions represented by terms such as "Gou Mei" and "Wu Wang," so learning it posed no obstacle.

His martial arts talent could be called terrifying; he very quickly cultivated "Lingbo Weixu" to minor completion.

Suddenly sensing something, he picked up Wu Wu Ya Zi's corpse from the ground; with a sway of his footwork, his entire body pulled out a trail of afterimages, and he swiftly vanished from the spot.

"He's out of the array!"

Zhu Wushi silently felt himself, as if he had returned to the embrace of heaven and earth, able to merge into it at any moment and borrow its power; his heart was greatly delighted.

That previous feeling of regressing to Grandmaster realm—he truly did not want to experience it again.

Because it would make him feel very insecure.

"This 'Zhenlong Illusion Array,' like the 'Zhenlong Chess Game,' has made countless brilliant people fail over the past twenty years; today it has finally been broken. The Traceless Young Master truly lives up to his reputation as the number one all-round talent of the Great Ming's Wu Zhou."

Zhu Wushi looked at the white-robed man beside him and spoke in praise.

The white-robed man was none other than the Traceless Young Master, a character from "World's Number One," whose martial arts were not only superb and whose lightness skill was outstanding, but who was also an all-round powerhouse like Huang Yaoshi and Wu Wu Ya Zi.

What's more, it was said he could even communicate with spirits and gods, truly a singular figure of his generation.

But no matter how much was said, none of it was as memorable as a single identity—

Shangguan Haitang's master!

Shangguan Haitang's "Rain of Flowers and Money" was learned from the Traceless Young Master.

Hearing Zhu Wushi's praise, the Traceless Young Master felt not a trace of self-satisfaction; after a silence, he sighed sincerely: "I could not break it; I am inferior."

A glint of sharpness flashed in Zhu Wushi's eyes, but he did not refute it.

With his Heavenly Being cultivation, he naturally knew that the illusion array had been greatly weakened midway, which allowed the Traceless Young Master, who had been trapped at the time, to find a flaw.

But some words, when they needed to be said, still had to be said.

The Traceless Young Master glanced at Zhu Wushi and said: "I'll just wander around this area as I please; Divine Marquis, please go about your business."

"Very well!" Zhu Wushi nodded, not standing on ceremony, and left directly.

The Traceless Young Master watched his heroic, tall back and shook his head secretly: "The times are not with you; it is doomed to be in vain."

074 Think my ass, just do it!

By now the sky had already brightened.

Jiang Sishui ran all the way to the mountainside, looked around for a secluded spot, and hid Wu Wu Ya Zi's corpse well.

Next, he continued down the mountain, intending to rendezvous with Zhao Qiying.

However, he had only walked halfway when he saw Zhao Tianhao and his two daughters heading up the mountain.

"Qiying!"

Jiang Sishui called out to greet her.

Zhao Qiying heard the familiar voice, turned around in pleasant surprise, and saw a blurry figure weaving through the trees, treating obstacles as if they didn't exist, swiftly flashing up close.

Seeing this, Zhao Qiying knew he had smoothly inherited Wu Wu Ya Zi's Full body of skill, vaulting to the heavens in a single step!

"Brother Jiang!" She happily rushed forward and threw herself straight into Jiang Sishui's arms.

Jiang Sishui gathered her into his embrace with one pull.

The two of them were lost in their own tenderness, completely oblivious to Zhao Tianhao and Zhao Mengjiao's expressions of having seen a ghost.

Even though Zhao Tianhao had lived most of his life and seen plenty of strange people and things, he couldn't help losing his composure at this moment.

This... this was still the Jiang Sishui he knew? That scholar who couldn't even truss a chicken?

"Late Grandmaster Stage!" Zhao Tianhao said word by word, his face full of disbelief.

Because Jiang Sishui hadn't yet learned any breath-concealing techniques, and was Executing Lightness Skill, Zhao Tianhao saw through his realm at a glance.

Thus Zhao Tianhao was dumbfounded.

This kid said he was going to visit an old senior — could the one he visited possibly be an immortal?

Otherwise, how could he have shed his mortal shell overnight and become a great master even more powerful than him?

Meanwhile, Zhao Mengjiao beside him, hearing her father's words, was even more shocked into wide-eyed stupor.

Immediately after, a thick wave of jealousy rose in her heart.

The brother-in-law she had mocked as a "silver-tipped wax spearhead" because he didn't Understands martial arts had turned his fortunes around!

From now on, she would no longer have any reason to ridicule him.

In other words, her elder sister really had found a perfect match.

Thinking of this, Zhao Mengjiao — who had been competitive and fiercely combative since childhood — felt a wave of dejection.

Unlike her, Zhao Tianhao, though astonished by Jiang Sishui's transformation, felt mostly satisfaction and relief.

He had seen with his own eyes the close relationship between his eldest daughter and Jiang Sishui; although he hadn't opposed it, he had always harbored some regret in his heart.

This young man was good in every way, except he didn't know martial arts.

For the Zhao family, who made a living running an escort bureau, this was truly a mismatch in status.

But now it was fine — Jiang Sishui had somehow obtained some miraculous encounter and soared to the heavens, becoming a great master even stronger than him. Zhao Tianhao was completely at ease.

He immediately stepped forward to offer congratulations: "Congratulations, young friend — you are now a great master of the martial Dao as well!"

Zhao Qiying, blushing, rose from Jiang Sishui's arms. The latter turned his head and smiled: "Uncle Zhao jests. This junior merely had good fortune, basking in the shade of his predecessor."

"The shade of his predecessor?"

"Yes. Before that old senior passed into immortality, he Transmit skills all of his life's cultivation to me."

Transmit skills!

Zhao Tianhao's pupils contracted, his heart stirred and swayed.

It seemed the "old senior" Jiang Sishui spoke of must have been extraordinary, and the Wu Gong he practiced was no ordinary thing either.