Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree Chapter 301 - 159 Chan Cries for a Lifetime but It's Only Qi

"Hey, hey, hey? What did you say? My bro is going to Reverse Innate? Isn't the exchange competition over? He hasn't reversed yet? Damn, how deep of a Martial Arts foundation is he trying to build?"

On the Western battlefield, Zhang Chongba, enduring a sky full of artillery fire, smacked his lips and felt amazed, thinking Ji Jingqiu is really a freak.

"Right, have you talked to him about that thing?"

Zhang Chongba suddenly rembered sothing and said gravely, "We've got no play, but you never know, he might be eyed up!"

On the other end of the communication, soon after finishing the exchange competition, Leng Dao was silent for a mont before saying, "I've talked to him, but if one deliberately seeks it, the hope is slim. So things are just impossible to find when you actively search for them."

Zhang Chongba curled his lips: "The more proactive you are, the cheaper you get, huh? The opposite is true too; if you're not proactive, you'll miss out!"

Leng Dao suddenly said, "If there really is a Great Grandmaster on this planet, then he must have already seen all of us, just not interested."

Zhang Chongba stared and said, "How does he judge? My brother is handso, kind-hearted, and talented. He doesn't fancy that?!"

Leng Dao said softly, "It should be Heart Image."

All beings under Heaven and Earth have images.

The intrinsic image of the heart is called Heart Image.

It is the most deceit-proof thing and also the hardest to scrutinize.

So people might not even understand themselves, but once they face their Heart Image, the full picture becos clear.

So even say that the Heart Image is a corner of the eternal destiny manifesting, a projection of a person's future, truly profound and unfathomable!

Hence, even for Dao Asking masters and Grandmasters, let alone Supre Grandmasters, it is difficult to delve into another's heart and peek at the true Heart Image without their awareness.

Legend has it, this is a power only those above the Supre Grandmaster can possibly glimpse.

"But you're right about one thing." After pondering, Leng Dao said, "I also think Qiu will be taken into consideration."

He has always seen Ji Jingqiu differently.

Not just because of Qiu's perseverance but also his optimism.

There is a creature in this world called Chan.

Before taking flight and singing triumphantly, they endure over a decade of darkness and suffering underground, waiting for the day to break out of the soil.

Leng Dao raised his head and saw the rising sun slowly climbing up at the end of the street.

Qiu had finally reached this day.

...

...

At the Ji Family ancestral court.

Inside the temple-like glorious ancestral shrine, a handso young man kneels before a long sword.

Naturally, the young man who could be here was none other than Ji Anquan, who has been designated as the next head of the Ji Family.

And this sword was the Demigod Weapon left behind by Marshal Ji, as well as the oldest ancestor of the Ji Family.

Ji Anquan frowned slightly but soon relaxed.

Today, for so reason, apart from an initial response, the old ancestor didn't bother with him afterward. Was it because there was unrest with the Heavenly chanism again?

Being a direct descendant, he was the first to comprehend the Heavenly Person Swordsmanship. Usually, every ti he ca here, the old ancestor was willing to give him so guidance.

His visit today was to verify whether the Daoist Collection of the East Three Bright Star had found a successor.

He had received news that Ji Jingqiu had recently visited every corner of Taian City on the East Three Bright Star. He wondered if Ji Jingqiu had obtained the news and was trying to acquire the legacy of Marshal He's Daoist Collection.

And the old ancestor's previous answer was still "no".

This made him sowhat disappointed.

Compared to so unknown person popping up, Ji Anquan would rather have Ji Jingqiu, who had already ford a good bond with the Ji Family, inherit the legacy.

After all, Ji Jingqiu had no significant background and was brought up with the education of an ordinary person of the Federation... uh, he ant no offense, just that he felt people like Ji Jingqiu were easier to manipulate.

"Old ancestor, please rest." Ji Anquan got up to leave, "The matter of publicizing the Daoist Collection to all has been properly arranged by Anquan and will soon be officially announced."

This was the will left by the ancestors.

The day of announcent was today.

His mind fluttered as he turned to leave the ancestral shrine. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he tumbled face-first to the ground.

Ji Anquan didn't get up but stayed stunned for a long while.

He... tripped and fell?!

No, it seed like soone tripped him just now!

Suddenly in a fright, he turned back and tentatively asked, "Which old ancestor is jesting with Anquan?"

In the vast ancestral shrine, no one responded.

Well... a response would be even more troubling.

At this ti, the long sword suddenly let out a short sword cry, urging him to leave quickly, and Ji Anquan hurriedly stood up to retreat.

But in the dinsion he couldn't see, a man sat atop a desk furnished with items honoring Marshal Ji and Ji Tianxing. One foot rested on the long sword that had been worshipped for thousands of years, and he mocked scornfully:

"Speak up, weren't you pretty talkative?"

"This guy, cunning as a rat, is truly the descendant of that bastard. I really want to chop him to death!"

Once Ji Anquan had left, the long sword under the man's foot finally began to struggle violently.

The man didn't bother with it.

Instead, he stared blankly at the na tablet.

After a while, he murmured:

"Eh, do you think this guy really died?"

"I always feel like this bastard will suddenly jump out and go, 'Ha! Bet you didn't think I was alive!'"

"Back in the day, when each was breaking through Grandmasters and Great Grandmasters, they thought themselves superior, boasting 'my dao will prosper forever,' or 'I've beco a Daoist God,' or 'Buddha with an indestructible Golden Body'... And now? Well, Martial Arts have indeed flourished, but these guys are all gone."

"You tell , why did they all disappear?"

Under the man's foot, the Divine Sword that had been struggling suddenly beca silent, then, as if to comfort him, it let out a soft chant, telling him "I'm still here."

The man glanced at it and scoffed, "You? Can you count as a person? At best, you're half of one."

The long sword began to struggle violently again, engulfed with the frustration of a conscience thrown to the dogs.