Destiny is ashes

Chapter 142 Tools of Resistance

In the deepest and quietest dream, An Jing stepped into the hazy street and saw a familiar martial arts school.

He remembered that in his previous life he had practiced martial arts fanatically for some reasons, until the turbulent world became peaceful again, and until the wasteland-like world became prosperous again.

Until his death, he never stopped pursuing Wu.

When recalling these youthful things, it is like cutting a piece of onion. Most people will subconsciously lower their eyes, unwilling to look at the brilliant years of the past.

But An Jing in the dream faced all of this.

Perhaps it was because he never failed to live up to his dream, or perhaps it was because he remained young until his death.

Following the winding path in the dream, An Jing arrived in front of the martial arts hall and looked up at its slightly old plaque.

【Qiao's Martial Arts School】

For many years, he had spent many days and nights here, on the wasteland scorched by the scorching sun, punching and standing still under the instruction of an old master, as straight as a pine tree.

——What a pity, your body... Jingxuan, if you have a healthy body, you will definitely...

Even after that, he experienced many tragic battlefields as a mercenary, but what An Jing remembered most was not the sweat he shed, the fighting on the battlefield, the blood and smoke, but the pain coming from his internal organs and the sighs of his master.

The martial arts school disappeared.

A red sun is setting in the west, and at the very front of the cliff by the sea, there is a wheelchair.

In the wheelchair, a man with a tall frame, with withered skin and white hair is slowly getting up.

He was not old, just weakened by illness. This man, who had to rely on a wheelchair to move, stood on the cliff, facing the setting sun, with his back to An Jing, holding a stance, and slowly performing a set of punches.

It was clearly just a set of punches, but An Jing could feel a mighty force like the mighty waves of the ocean. When the man swung his last punch forward, it seemed as if the clouds in the sky were burning, the waters in the sea were shaking, and even the mountains on the earth were shaking.

But after this punch, all the power disappeared. This was just an illusion, just a set of slow punches thrown by a patient, very ordinary, any ordinary person can throw it at will as long as they learn it.

And this was the man's last punch. He was terminally ill and there was no cure.

This martial arts practitioner eventually died in this world without miracles.

He had no regrets. With his fellow apprentices and friends by his side, it was his destiny to die at this moment. He had fought with all his might, and even the most brutal battle of unification had failed to take his life.

Even if no miracle happened in the end, his life could not be considered a failure.

Even if it is true as the legend says that there is reincarnation and a next life after death, he doesn't care about living another life.

He only cares about whether he will still have that kind of obsession in his next life, when that person is neither himself nor himself.

Are you... still practicing martial arts?

Still... resisting.

Resist the [destiny] that has existed since birth!
Wu...

Wu!
The martial arts hall disappeared, the cliff before the sunset disappeared, everything disappeared, and An Jing's dream turned into absolute darkness.

And in the darkness, a doubt emerged.

——Do I love martial arts?

What exactly is Wu to me?
Wu...

Wu is...

Tools of Resistance

Fragile humans are simply unable to resist the malice of this world, whether it is storms, earthquakes, hail, wars or incurable diseases, even if it is just the malice of the majority of people, once faced with it, they can only escape.

But if you use tools.

If you have wisdom.

If "Wu" can really make oneself stronger.

Then even in the face of all this irresistible, people can still resist.

Natural disasters, human countries, human society.

This world, those politics, and the side with the most people. Whether it is the devil or the devil sect, the great star or the disaster, any monster, anything... even fate.

Even the whole world.

Even if it is [correct].

I can resist.

——So Wu is a tool? An Jing asked.

[Martial arts can only be a tool to become stronger] A voice said.

[Martial arts can be a manifestation of struggle] A voice said.

[Wu can make yourself and the people around you better] a voice said.

[Martial arts can allow you to explore more unknowns] A voice said.

These are all very good...

But for me, Wu...

【Martial arts is the power of resistance】

I can resist tyranny, overthrow the evil world, and have the power to say no to any imposed will. No one and nothing can influence me.

Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, even if it is destiny or fate...

In the dream, An Jing took a step forward.

He clenched his fist and tightened his grip on the sword.

Reality, An Jing woke up from his dream.

He pinched his blood energy, and a real blood-killing sword and spear appeared out of thin air. The flaming sword blade cut through the thick ice and snow in front of him, creating a big hole leading to the outside world!
Bang, heat rose and An Jing walked out from the ice and snow.

This is a cave buried by ice and snow. The inside and outside of the cave are blocked by frozen snow, and there are only a few small holes for ventilation.

The temperature in the cave was suitable for warriors, but there were still tiny ice crystals on An Jing's eyelashes.

“The temperature is still so cold.”

Ever since he killed the evil demon and came all the way to the vicinity of Kanming City, An Jing has been hiding in an unnamed cave near the big city.

Until today.

This is out of an abundance of caution.

An Jing is well aware of the influence of the Tianyi Demon Cult in the northwest region. Even though the Dachen court is still the ruler of this area on the surface, who knows how many cult members are among them?

Maybe, the guardian master of Kanming City is also a member of the Demonic Cult!

After escaping from the pursuit of the Demon Cult, An Jing hid directly in the mountains and found a small cave to hide in, preparing to change his clothes and disguise himself before entering the city after the storm passed.

Since An Jing can travel through time to the Tianyuan Realm to purchase supplies, the problem of food and water is easy to solve.

Not to mention that An Jing bought a batch of canned meat at the beginning, which would be enough for him to last for a month as long as the snow was melted.

As for changing your outfit, it's actually not that difficult.

An Jing mastered the technique of changing his temperament by changing the frequency of spiritual energy in the Tianyuan Realm.

Now he switched the bloody evil energy in his fate into the temperament of Taibai Haoling's divine forbidden spirit. He instantly changed from a vicious and murderous young man into a handsome young man who was stunning at first sight.

As long as he changed into the slightly modified ancient costume used for role-playing in the Tianyuan Realm, based on An Jing's own knowledge as a local of the Huaixu Realm, at most he would think that he was just a rich young master from another place.

As for the Tianyuan Realm, An Jing also avoided the limelight, changed his spiritual energy fluctuations, and sneaked out of the city.

Outside the city, he did not immediately look for people he knew. Instead, he relied on his registered entry permit to mingle in the remote villages and towns of Fuchenyuan, collecting information about Xuanye City and learning the final outcome of the black market incident.

Not all the staff of Xuandu black market were cleared out and arrested by the Jiantian Bureau. The Master Jingshui from Xuandu Group rescued some core personnel and some lucky shop owners and customers, and left Xuanye City.

With these witnesses and evidence, Xuandu Group and Luofu Group, the local overlord of Xuanye City, launched a public opinion war and confrontation which is still ongoing.

(End of this chapter)