"Clang! Clang!"
The Wudang Golden Summit shimred with brilliant light.
The Dao Bell rang, purifying the dust of the world, dispelling worries and cares.
A gigantic bird flew across the sky from South Rock, passing over the Golden Summit, gently rising, and carrying the two figures on its back swiftly disappearing from the sight of the Wudang Mountains.
"Grandmaster, farewell to the Martial World!"
"Grandmaster, you ca as quickly as you left, I didn’t even have ti to have a little chat with you, and now you’ve co and gone like the wind."
"This ti, Grandmaster broke through to a great Realm at our Wudang. Even Master Zhang personally intervened to protect him, driving away the Great Evil Man Xiong Ba, and henceforth Black Wind Village and Wudang Sect have beco like one family. Our Eight Desolate Disciples of Wudang are the most orthodox among all the Eight Desolate Disciples in the world."
"Hehehe, well said. In the World of Eight Desolates, Wudang is supre!"
Watching the shadow of the Demon Hawk fade into the distance, the nurous Wudang players buzzed with discussion. Among them, a select few Eight Desolate Disciples, who recognized each other’s identities, even brazenly exchanged information.
On South Rock, Zhang Wuji sorrowfully watched Jiang Dali’s departing figure, feeling that the Martial World was vast and unreachable, and his master even more so, like a high and distant expert. Every brief reunion would then be followed by a long, wistful separation.
But he also rembered what his master said: every farewell is for a better eting.
In the Martial World, practicing martial arts is like rowing upstream; if you don’t advance, you retreat. Though his master has reached an almost invincible level in the world, he still vigorously pushes forward without slack, but what is the ultimate destination that his master pursues?
What is the ultimate destination he himself pursues?
Zhang Wuji’s gaze gradually beca steadfast. What he pursued was to follow in his master’s footsteps, even if it only ant seeing a silhouette, it was better than not seeing even that, only watching his master’s figure disappear into the distance.
The road is the sa road; it depends on how one chooses to walk it.
...
Ever since many forces in the Martial World began to value and employ Abnormal People, the flow of information in the Martial World has beco extrely swift.
Jiang Dali had only left Wudang for half a day when news of his breakthrough to the Returning to Truth Realm had spread all over the world.
And during his breakthrough, the news that Xiong Ba personally intervened to stop him, while North Drinking Mad Saber Nie Renwang and Zhang Sanfeng protected him, was also disclosed, imdiately causing a sensation in the Martial World.
"Speaking of that ti, dark clouds gathered over Wudang Mountain, golden lightning danced with the wind, terrifying indeed. With a few strikes, the lightning fell upon the majestic figure of the Black Wind Village Chief, right when it seed tardy. The Black Wind Village Chief perford the Vajra Unbreakable Divine Skill, opened his mouth wide, and roared like thunder, then swallowed those bolts of lightning whole..."
In Tang Country, within the Bright Moon Tower, the intonations of the storyteller’s voice spread from the first-floor hall, narrating the scene of yesterday’s thunder tribulation encountered by Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali when he broke through at Wudang, told in a way that sounded true yet a bit exaggerated.
Many of the Martial World people on the first floor loved to listen as well, tensing their faces at the suspenseful parts, and couldn’t help but brighten their expressions and applaud loudly at the exciting parts, though a few Martial World people who called themselves mbers of reputable sects showed expressions of discontent and disdain but held back from acting out due to their status.
In the private room by the window on the second floor of Bright Moon Tower, Jiang Dali, having changed his attire, sat low-profiled at the wine table with Nie Renwang, listening with a smile to the exaggerated voice of the storyteller below, raised his wine bowl to clink with Nie Renwang, and poured a bowl of wine down his throat, the fiery liquid rolling straight into his belly.
Jiang Dali exclaid, "Good wine!"
Nie Renwang also exhaled a mouthful of wine, sighed, and said, "After drinking this bout of wine tonight, when I et Brother Jiang again, it will be the ti of our March appointnt."
Jiang Dali picked up a piece of the Jinling Drunken Duck with golden crispy skin with his chopsticks and smiled, "In these three months, if Brother Nie can also have so progress and break through the current Realm, that would be a good thing for us, we would have more assurance."
Nie Renwang ate a piece of lotus root and said with a bitter smile, "Although Nie boasts a decent aptitude, compared to Brother Jiang, I am far from good. Even though along the way you used the Breaking Realm Pearl for to refine the Three Elents and He’s Jade Disc for to widen my ridians, I only feel a refining of strength without any sign of breakthrough. I can only say my aptitude is dull."
"No matter!"
Jiang Dali smiled with ease, "It’s just a matter of ti."
At this point, both of them heard the sound of horse hooves from outside the tavern.
Nie Renwang smiled, picked up the hat next to the table leg, put it on, and said with a smile, "I’ve had my fill of food and wine, the person Brother Jiang is waiting for has also arrived, so I won’t be accompanying you for drinks any longer."
Jiang Dali raised his bowl and smiled, "Take care, Brother Nie!"
Nie Renwang laughed, said "Good," picked up the Snow Blade, flipped a gourd of wine onto his body, leaped out the window like an eagle, turned with a flip, and landed perfectly on a horse that had been fed, pulled the reins.
"Giddyup!"
The horse trotted away.
Almost simultaneously, more than ten riders with a carriage rushed to the tavern, surrounding it, dismounting, and standing guard around the carriage.
The many guests inside the tavern imdiately fell silent, turning their eyes towards the mysterious visitors outside the tavern, trying to guess their intentions.
The carriage door curtain lifted, and a graceful female figure stepped out. Wearing a foreign hat shaped like a bowl, surrounded by a silk veil, adorned with beads and jade on the hat, with a distinctive style, one could vaguely see through the veil this woman’s charming expressions and cheerful deanor.
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