"What you eat and use, all are gifts from your father."
Kong Dongyan stroked the little girl’s head, gently saying:
"Baby, Daddy is uncovering the great secret of the heart."
The little girl nodded blankly, kneeling on the ground, earnestly uttering:
"Willing to perform filial duty for Father."
She grabbed the dagger, sliced open her chest, and presented her heart.
Other children stepped forward, took the still beating heart, and sadly glanced at the lifeless body on the ground.
"For Father to make dicine."
Four or five children placed the fresh heart into a stone bowl and pounded it repeatedly with a wooden mallet.
Jiang Shutong whispered softly:
"Senior Brother, is this the sixtieth heart? Is it enough?"
"Even if it’s not enough, there’s nothing to be done."
Kong Dongyan said compassionately:
"From a city, I only take the filial tribute from one child; the rest will be left for the future... You should also have children, plan for the future."
He educated his junior:
"It’s not just about breaking through the Twelfth Realm to beco a Martial Arts Master, not only uncovering the great secret of the five internal organs as a Martial Arts Master."
"Also after proving oneself as a Grandmaster, children’s filial tribute is needed as well, the children are of my lineage, souls close beyond comparison, with the children’s souls as Subordinate Soul...."
"A voluntarily filial direct soul surpasses ten True Souls, surpasses hundreds of Pseudo Souls."
Jiang Shutong nodded, slightly understanding, watching, in so sense, his nephews and nieces vying to make dicine,
He sighed compassionately:
"If soday my teachings thrive, making the Federation govern the world with filial piety, what a glorious spectacle it would be?"
Kong Dongyan nodded in agreent, wanted to say more, but suddenly beca aware, subconsciously turned his gaze.
A divine-looking young man stood in the shadows, his face full of compassion.
The young man, bald, dressed in a magical robe sewn from bone fragnts, held a bowl made of a skull, crystal, and gold,
At this mont, he spoke, ethereal, profound, distant, restrained.
Full of contradictions.
"Confucianist?" the divine-looking young man asked compassionately.
Jiang Shutong was stunned, unable to react,
But Kong Dongyan’s scalp tingled, his refined deanor replaced with seriousness:
"Mandala Lineage Buddhist?"
Although he was asking, his tone was extrely certain, body tense, ready for combat.
But the divine-looking young man rely smiled:
"Yes, Mandala Lineage, Silent Fury, greetings to you."
Kong Dongyan, who had been bending over, clenching his fists, and gathering strength, suddenly relaxed.
Not breathing a sigh of relief, but directly giving up resistance.
He perford a grand gesture, his voice trembling:
"So, it’s the Buddha Son himself."
The divine-looking young man smiled faintly, sighed ’Great Black Heaven above’, then turned to leave, without a trace of hesitation.
And at this mont,
Kong Dongyan and Jiang Shutong saw the frail woman lying on the young man’s back.
The frail woman turned her head, glanced at the two, she smiled enchantingly, her tongue sticking out, hanging nearly half a ter long!
The divine-looking young man walked away, disappearing from view.
Kong Dongyan’s legs went weak, sweat poured like a waterfall.
Jiang Shutong swallowed:
"The woman on his back..."
"Mingfei, the Mandala Lineage’s Angry Buddha Son’s Mingfei."
Kong Dongyan breathed lightly:
"He said his na is Silent Fury..... aning he is the Buddha Son of Mandala Lineage, Silent Fury, Angry, hence possessing this true na..."
The refined young man wiped his sweat, clearly a top Martial Artist of the Twelve Refinents, yet his eyes showed deep fear:
"The Mandala Lineage has only six Buddha Sons! Why would one appear here?"
"Moreover.....the most skilled in killing, Angry Buddha Son?"
Sweat dripped onto the ground, soaking into the mud.
......
Dragon Boat.
Du Mingsheng sat on a chair, in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window, outside the window, the city’s night lights illuminated the sky brilliantly.
"Boss."
A subordinate reported:
"We’ve searched as much as possible, still haven’t found out who sent the letter, currently only traced it through fourteen people and fourteen transfers."
"Mm, go down."
"Yes, Boss."
Du Mingsheng toyed with the letter paper and the wooden plaque, which wasn’t heavy but exuded a unique charm.
"High Heaven..."
He squinted his eyes, pondering with ntal control, manipulating dozens or even hundreds to transfer it, what does the person behind the scenes intend?
Why did they find ?
ntal control, even if it’s just controlling ordinary people, requires a Spirit Realm of Great Perfection level.
This signifies a Grandmaster.
"Could it be Wang Yuan? Or say.....Shi Zhengyuan?"
This Twelve Refinents Great Martial Artist, Green Gang leader, murmured to himself.
"Am I exposed?"
He clutched the High Heaven Order tightly, almost having the urge to flee Dragon Boat City,
In a head-on struggle, Shi Zhengyuan may not be able to kill him, but this is his Buddha Country,
Not to ntion Shi Zhengyuan seemingly wielding the Nine-Ring Scepter, a Supre Treasure from Different Dinsion.
’Buzz!’
The wooden plaque in his hand suddenly vibrated, Du Mingsheng’s pupils shrank sharply, shocked at the escalating ’immortal’ and ’eternal’ aura within,
He stood up, stared at the wooden plaque in his hand, realizing this plaque..... was leading him?
No, to be precise, it was guiding a thread of his consciousness to so unknown place.
Du Mingsheng instinctively glanced at the letter.
’Above High Heaven, allow you to leave a na’
’Once this letter is received, permit entry to heaven’
’True Man’
Just these brief three lines.
"It’s going to lead ... to the so-called heaven??"
Curiosity ballooned, after all, it’s just a thread of consciousness, even if it perishes there, it doesn’t matter!
He simply let go of resistance.
A thread of consciousness followed the vibrating wooden plaque, entering so dim place, ascending, ascending...
Like an instant, yet like lengthy tis of years.
Du Mingsheng saw far above, beyond the limits of thought, a majestic Taoist Palace that existed and yet didn’t, traversing,
He was infinitely close to the Taoist Palace, yet infinitely distant from it;
Ascending, but also like falling!
Another instant.
Du Mingsheng suddenly appeared before the Taoist Palace, stepping on a white jade staircase, suddenly feeling he seed ’to grow tall’.
Not physically tall, but a unique feeling, a change in a way difficult to describe, another level of ’growing tall’,
As if the world is small, humans like dust, as if entering clouds, as if witnessing great truths...
As if ’ascending’.
He suddenly realized.
This is a change in position — not himself upgraded, but standing before this Taoist Palace, equals the Taoist Palace,
Position has been forcibly elevated for a mont!
Du Mingsheng shivered in shock, further looking, suddenly noticed outside the door of the Taoist Palace structured by Chaos Mist, it’s not just him.
There were also three others.
Three blurred shapes shrouded in darkness, only faintly visible as human forms — just like him, now shrouded in unknown darkness.
"Who are you?" Du Mingsheng spoke, realizing his voice pierced through the darkness, altering tone, stiff, wooden, yet grand.
Three blurred figures shifted, seemingly about to speak, but saw the Tao Palace gate entwined by Chaos Mist quietly open.
The four exchanged glances, cautiously stepped forward, into the interior.
Stepping into the Taoist Palace,
They each heard a subtle, loud sound approach, suddenly appearing in a vast hall stretching hundreds of feet.
They subconsciously looked up, gazed ahead.
Saw before the white jade wall,
An infinitely profound, imasurably vast, towering silhouette,
Sitting quietly on an ordinary ditation mat,
Surrounded by dimness, seemingly floating with countless layers of Star Sea universe!
"My na."
The grand Dao sound echoed, the figure seemingly far above the human world, reaching unreachable heights, softly spoke:
"Celestial Venerate."
Du Mingsheng, Chen Nuanyu, Shi Zhengyuan, Huang Qiuxian.
Four blurred figures first silently, silently,
Then tacitly and simultaneously, each perford a ritual, crying out:
"Infinite Celestial Venerate!"
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