inspire-indiana Chapter 616 A Solitary Root
Chapter 616 A Solitary Root
It seems like an old friend has come, but we meet again and then part ways.
Zeng Xiaoshan now understood the meaning of the divination he had just received.
The boy stared intently at the young man opposite him, opening his mouth but unable to utter a single word.
This is his master...
His master.
Zeng Xiaoshan was born into a family of merchants whose business spanned multiple countries. His father was an extremely shrewd businessman whose greatest skill was reading people and speaking to them in a way that suited them.
The year Zeng Xiaoshan was born, his father specially sought out a highly respected Taoist priest in the mortal world to name him.
The old Taoist priest lived in seclusion in a small Taoist temple in the mountains, with only a seven or eight-year-old boy by his side.
Zeng's father carried many gifts up the mountain, but before he even reached the Taoist temple, he met a boy who was coming down the mountain to deliver a message.
The boy was born with rosy lips and white teeth, and a red mark between his eyebrows, just like the little fairy boy in the New Year's paintings.
He looked at his father without saying a word, but simply handed him a piece of bamboo.
Letter:
"I will stay where the mountains are high and the waters are far, and live a simple life amidst the mundane world."
Zeng's father immediately bowed in thanks, and then gently asked the boy:
"The worldly affairs you speak of, Taoist priest, could they be referring to my son...?"
The boy smiled calmly, neither nodding nor refuting, but simply spoke softly:
"A single, isolated lineage, yet Heaven does not let it slip through."
After saying this, the boy turned and went up the mountain, and Zeng's father sent someone to chase after him.
However, fog suddenly rose over the once crystal-clear road ahead. Those who pursued the road lost their way once they stepped into the thick fog, and after a quarter of an hour, they returned to their original spot, unable to make any further progress.
Knowing that continuing on would be pointless, Zeng's father turned back home.
After that, he named his son Xiaoshan.
As he expected, Zeng Xiaoshan was discovered to have extremely high cultivation talent by the immortal sect when he was six years old, and was taken to the Ascension to Immortality Conference.
Afterwards, he was taken in as a disciple of the sage Shen Suan, and after several years in the immortal sect, the prophecy from his childhood was completely forgotten.
But the moment she saw the young man in plain clothes in front of her, memories surfaced from the depths of her mind.
The boy looked at Gong Yuan, his voice hoarse and indistinct:
"A single, isolated lineage..."
His master had told him that not everyone could practice divination and cultivate themselves through the art of divination.
Ordinary people are born with a perfect destiny, as if they were living in an upside-down bowl.
The perfect harmony of heaven and earth, with the round sky and square earth, makes it impossible to see true destiny or the cause and effect of heaven and earth.
Only those whose destiny is incomplete or whose fate is flawed can become divination practitioners.
A change occurs amidst the ruins; light peeks from the bottom of the bowl.
He has a high talent for cultivation and has considerable insight into divination.
However, even after cultivating on Suandao Peak for many years, he still couldn't see through it at all.
He couldn't understand his always gentle grandmaster, nor could he understand his joking and unpredictable uncle.
The boy nervously gripped his sleeve, mustered his courage, and looked at Shen Suan Zhenren behind Gong Yuan.
"Master..."
The stiff smile on his face shattered the moment he opened his mouth, and large tears welled up in the boy's eyes.
"I always thought... it was because I hadn't studied hard enough..."
"Is that how it's supposed to be?"
The boy cried as he reached for Gong Yuan's hand, which was not far away, but only a damp mist passed through his fingers.
"Grandmaster...Master..."
"Sorry……"
Gong Yuan looked at the disciple in front of him, whom he was meeting for the first time, and felt extremely guilty.
“Your master has never taught you anything. Yet now he is placing the entire burden of the Calculation Peak on your shoulders.”
The young man had a gentle smile on his face, but his words were truly hurtful.
Zeng Xiaoshan thought to himself that Suandaofeng was really nice; everyone there was as gentle as a cloud.
It was soft and drifted away gently.
I can't bear to let it go and dissipate, and I can't bear to hold it back either.
The boy's hands, hanging by his sides, trembled slightly, his nails digging into his palms.
"It's alright, Master."
"I will guard Suandao Peak well."
Gong Yuan smiled gently at the determined-looking young man.
"Although this is our first meeting, Master likes you very much."
"You are Master's favorite disciple."
He gently waved his hand, and a ball of azure light slowly landed on Zeng Xiaoshan's brow.
A simple map appeared out of nowhere in his mind, and Zeng Xiaoshan looked at Gong Yuan with some surprise.
"This is Master's wish."
"Xiaoshan, make it and put it in the Awakening Moon Flower Sea of the Xuanhuang Sect."
Xue Lan, who had been listening from behind, suddenly turned around and went down to the altar.
"Sister..."
Zhu He wanted to follow, but was held back by his inner demon.
"Stay here."
Although the woman had a face exactly like Xue Lan's, Zhu He was inexplicably afraid of her. The young man turned his head to look at the departing dark figure, his eyes full of worry.
"Little Soul".
Xue Tong spoke softly.
"You go."
The spirit immediately transformed into the appearance of a little girl and followed Xue Lan.
The battle against the remnant soul of the demon god was far from easy, as Xue Lan had imagined. She had burned too much of her soul energy inside to maintain the Bifang Fire Cage. Standing for so long made her want to rest…
The steps of the altar were piled with the corpses of magical beasts. Xue Lan made a spell and burned them all to ashes, then sat down with a thud.
A little tired...
The thought vaguely appeared in Xue Lan's mind, and she suddenly felt that the world was very noisy.
He raised his hand to block out his hearing, but the cold voice of his inner demon echoed in his mind:
"You schemed against the Demon God, but have you thought about how to send your remnant soul back?"
Xue Lan knew that this person was ostensibly asking about the plan, but was actually probing her condition.
A faint smile appeared on the woman's lips.
She truly mastered it, and even her inner demons began to care about her.
The woman's voice was light and cheerful:
“Sending it directly is definitely not an option. Anything that passes through my hands cannot even enter the Nine Heavens Demon Realm. The Demon God would love to tear it into eight pieces to examine it.”
"so……"
"So I sent it to find Lin Qi first."
The inner demon fell silent for a moment.
Xue Lan claims to dislike chess, but he's incredibly skilled at setting up strategies for others.
Step by step, with each link connected, everything that displeases is dragged into the abyss.
The inner demon sighed softly:
"Aren't you going to listen to what they're saying?"
"No."
Xue Lan leaned against the stone platform next to her, curling up and trying to wrap herself up in her large clothes.
The inner demon suddenly remembered that Xue Lan had liked this in her past life.
During the time when Jin Yue Lake was being eroded by itself, the giant white wolf liked to wrap itself up with its large tail.
The Wolf King, who was wrapped up in a ball, slowly spoke:
"I have already heard my own blessing."
Though my body is like a mayfly, my life is as long as spring.
Gong Yuan and Sheng Suan Zhenren's essence and life force were completely exhausted. They began to slowly dissipate halfway through their conversation with Zeng Xiaoshan. From bottom to top, they began to turn into scattered starlight.
Sui Xin and the others were all deeply moved, and Xue Tong burst into tears.
But Xue Lan did not move.
The person who couldn't accept their departure sat quietly on the steps, like a tightly closed clam, unresponsive...
The inner demon led the way in bowing to the two:
"Respectfully seeing off my two fellow Daoists!"
Shen Suan Zhenren glanced in Xue Lan's direction from afar, returned the greeting with reluctance, and finally disappeared.
The spirit flew to Xue Lan and pried open the man's arms that were wrapped around his chest.
She saw Xue Lan smiling.
The woman wore a gentle smile, but large tears kept rolling down her gray-white almond-shaped eyes...
"Your Majesty..."
The little girl gently raised her hand to wipe away Xue Lan's tears, then hugged Xue Lan:
"I'm here..."
With her around, all obstacles will be cleared for the emperor.
So, stop crying.