Chapter 1643: Chapter 1645: The Path of Walking in the Air
Even though it was through the heavy rain, Zhang Dongyuan still recognized that silhouette and couldn’t help but softly exclaim, “Tang Wenji!”
Tang Wenji, in the process of ascending, surprisingly maintained a cross-legged ditative posture, seemingly without exerting any force.
Dong Zenghong, also sharp-eyed, couldn’t help but take a cold breath, “Is this… the Innate Levitation?”
Legend has it that advancing to an innate level would allow one to soar into the sky instantly. However, in reality, those with definitive records, if they can float three feet above ground in a cross-legged position, have successfully comnced the path of levitation.
No record ntions soone like Tang Wenji who soared upwards to a height of a hundred and eighty ters.
But Zhang Dongyuan wasn’t particularly surprised. Qingcheng was also a long-standing sect, so he knew so ancient legends. He smiled wryly, “Luohua’s inheritance is truly terrifying, for it to really achieve a path of soaring into the sky.”
Not far behind him was Tang Wangsun, the old Heavenly Master, holding a mobile phone checking WeChat. That muffled sound startled him, and he too recognized the ascending figure as his daughter. Upon hearing, he lightly coughed, “Master Zhang, this is my Maoshan inheritance!”
“Tch,” Zhang Dongyuan sneered unceremoniously, “If it were a Maoshan inheritance causing such a commotion, I’d think it’s using wires!”
“You!” Tang Wangsun glared at him fiercely, wanting to say sothing to explain.
However, the next mont, he laughed, looking smug, “Alright, I know you’re not convinced, but there’s no choice. My Maoshan has produced an Innate Expert, once your Qingcheng has one, then talk to about inheritance, okay?”
Although the Daoist Sects are now much more peaceful, pointing out each other’s flaws has beco a daily amusent.
Finally, other people within the Daoist Sects also noticed this scene. Most of them, due to the rain, did not observe closely, and they couldn’t have imagined missing this ant truly missing it.
Once a martial cultivator embarks on the path of levitation, they don’t imdiately descend; they remain suspended in the air for so ti.
The height of Tang Wenji’s levitation was only about thirty zhang, considerably less than Feng Jun’s hundred zhang, but she remained cross-legged and ditative in the air for almost five minutes before slowly descending.
With these five minutes, it was enough for everyone to notice this phenonon, and even quite a few pilgrims noticed it, many of whom couldn’t care about the wind and rain as they rushed frantically.
At this point, a subtle muffled sound was heard, followed by a white blur that passed in front of Tang Wenji, disappearing in an instant, so fast that even caras couldn’t capture it.
If not for the high-speed white blur cutting through the rain, stirring up large swathes of white mist, no one might have noticed sothing flashed through the air.
“What was that?” soone muttered with a frown, but most people still focused on: how was there a person in the sky?
Soone tried to cross the line of caution but was firmly stopped by Maoshan disciples—they guarded the main road, and given that Maoshan had experienced five hours of heavy rain, it was impossible to traverse elsewhere.
As more and more people arrived and the Maoshan disciples began to struggle to manage them, Tang Wenji finally descended slowly, disappearing behind the courtyard walls, never to be seen again.
Soone loudly complained to the Maoshan disciples—they missed a chance to show off on social dia!
So wanted to observe that courtyard closely, and the Maoshan disciples had to sternly warn them, “You may approach, but do so at your own risk… co, please sign this liability waiver.”
This was a newly implented asure by Maoshan; there was no other way as the current Jintan Huayang Celestial Part had beco too popular, attracting nurous pilgrims and tourists, many of whom wander around despite warnings, with so even seeking immortal fate.
A while back, a tour group ca to Maoshan. After the rain, a fifty-year-old man spotted a few large mushrooms on the hillside and insisted on picking them, even as the tour guide tried in vain to stop him.
However, with the slippery conditions after the rain, the man lost his footing and slid down the slope, injuring his hip and breaking his leg, then his children tried to sue the travel agency.
The travel agency wasn’t a pushover; the tour guide had personally shot a video, which proved that he did loudly caution the man, who ignored it.
Seeing the lawsuit against the agency was going nowhere, the man’s children turned to sue Maoshan, claiming the tourist area lacked warning signs and had not fulfilled its duty to notify, demanding compensation for damages.
Maoshan Sect was furious: you ca to Maoshan to offer incense, now seeing a chance for extortion, you’ve lost all reverence?
Maoshan was adamant about not compensating, stating that warning signs were placed in hazardous spots; this place wasn’t originally dangerous, but beca slippery after rain, and was it fair to bla Maoshan for soone lacking such common sense?
In fact, slightly before and after this path, there were warning signs, just not here, because the terrain here was safer—how can you prevent soone determined to seek trouble?
In the end, however, the court still ruled for Maoshan to compensate the victim with ten thousand yuan, and the judge privately expressed it was for Maoshan’s own good.
“The other party threatened to expose it across various dia platforms, saying Maoshan’s managent is careless, and since Maoshan is currently so popular, why bother making a fuss? There’s nothing to be done, when trouble arises from insider’s actions, the rest of the insiders get held accountable… that’s the current trend.”
Maoshan definitely refused to pay the bill and filed an appeal, but simultaneously, they actively learned from their mistakes and drafted a liability docunt that every tourist coming to visit had to sign, or else Maoshan would refuse them entry.
This ti, the liability docunt presented by Maoshan disciples was even more stringent. Essentially, it warned visitors of the dangers, and if they chose not to listen, they would bear full responsibility. If anything happened, affecting Maoshan’s reputation, the visitors would have to cover all losses.
The liability docunt was concise, but it clearly showed Maoshan’s determination.
No one was willing to sign this liability docunt, leading to the phenonon of “many spectators, few responders.”
A young man in his twenties actually signed the liability docunt and braved the wind and rain, advancing to a spot ten ters away from the main gate. He suddenly shouted loudly, “A humble follower seeks to beco Tang Tianshi’s disciple!”
This behavior seed a bit abrupt, but isn’t eagerness in seeking the Dao precisely this?
Tang Wenji was consolidating her cultivation level and had no response to external noises. However, she still had a protector, didn’t she?
A crisp female voice rang out, “Get lost!”
The young man was stunned for a mont, and then… he directly fell to his knees in the mud, facing upward, allowing the rain to pour down on his fair face.
He wasn’t exactly handso but could barely be called dashing. He shouted decisively, “I beg Tang Tianshi to accept . I wholeheartedly wish to learn martial arts!”
With a “crack,” a bolt of lightning struck seven or eight ters in front of him, and the crisp female voice spoke again, “Get lost! Stay if you want to die!”
The young man swiftly stood up, turned around, and ran away as fast as he could, as if chased by a tiger.
“That’s Zhang Caixin’s voice,” soone monitoring outside the mountain gate said excitedly. “Decisive in killing, truly worthy of being my goddess!”
“That’s a bit harsh,” a woman spoke, “He sincerely wanted to beco a disciple and learn martial arts. Even if you don’t agree, there’s no need to hurt like that… What’s with ‘stay if you want to die’?”
“Sister Zhang, are you interested in this young kid?” The first person teased her and then shook his head, “Your judgnt is off… This guy didn’t choose to beco a disciple sooner or later, but chose now when Tang Wenji has just entered the Innate stage. Such people have hidden motives.”
“That’s just your guess,” Sister Zhang retorted, clearly unconvinced. “Couldn’t he have not known before?”
Don’t think that, because she worked in intelligence, she wouldn’t get emotionally involved in everyday affairs.
“That possibility exists, but it’s rather slim,” the man replied with a smile. “Being lustful isn’t a big deal; why are you unwilling to admit it?”
“You’re the one who’s lustful,” Sister Zhang said a bit annoyed, “Just because you like Zhang Caixin, you’re unconditionally supporting her?”
“Sister Zhang, please don’t say such nonsense,” the man’s face instantly turned pale, “She’s Feng Jun’s woman; I wouldn’t dare.”
Sister Zhang glanced at him, “Didn’t you say she was your goddess? What about Feng Jun… eliminate him!”
An hour later, the wind and rain stopped, and the small courtyard beca quiet. However, Sister Zhang beca very busy, explaining on the phone, “…that gunshot earlier, we didn’t detect it. We don’t have specifics either.”
Indeed, there had been a gunshot, but at the ti, with the fierce wind and pouring rain, along with the cacophony of voices, it was really hard to notice soone firing among the crowd.
Unfortunately, despite how well he hid, this person couldn’t escape Feng Jun’s discerning eye.
He didn’t think the opponent had the guts to shoot, so he was only wary. However, it was regrettable that when Tang Wenji hovered in the air for about three minutes, the individual actually fired.
Feng Jun swiftly moved, intercepting the bullet—the bullet’s montum was astonishing, but it was not truly difficult for him.
Then he moved towards the shooter and directly captured him.
As for explaining to others, was there any need? This had already made him furious—who gave you the courage?
However, he instinctively felt that the shooter probably wasn’t just anyone and that handing him over to Beauty Lin would likely involve so concession; the person might not even die.
He really disliked the interactions between nations, full of calculations and exchanges of interests—not that these calculations were wrong, but he didn’t like this way of handling matters.
He longed for the life of Jianghu, drinking and eating heartily. Life is but a mont, living with passion and settling grudges decisively is what truly matters.
Perpetually calculating and scheming for benefits was truly petty.
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