I built the Jade Capital with the Netherworld

Chapter 101: Generosity to Others

The bamboo house is quiet, and outside, birds are singing.

"Jiji——"

The occasional calls of sunbirds made the atmosphere in the room even more awkward.

Seeing this, Lu Wujiu remained calm. Just as he was about to speak, he bowed his hands and was about to speak, when Sect Leader Dongyuan suddenly stood up and broke the silence: "I am tired, Fellow Daoist Lu, please sit with me!"

Ok?
The expressions of the cultivators in the room changed slightly, and they were all secretly surprised.

Master Dongyuan gave up his seat for him. What a courtesy! Is it worthy for a mere casual cultivator who has not even reached sixty years old?
Even though it was rumored that Lu Wujiu held the county deed and was considered a top-two expert, this level of courtesy was still too high.

Facing such a special favor from the Dongyuan Sect, Lu Wujiu bowed and said:

"I am deeply grateful for your kindness, Master. I am deeply ashamed to accept it. Now that the old Lu Monastery's abbot, Liu Qingtan, has arrived, I have completed my mission. I will no longer trouble you and will take my leave. I hope you will forgive me."

After saying this, Lu Wujiu turned around and left.

No matter whether Pang Chen is beating us, making cards in the void, or roasting venison in a cauldron, we won’t accept your tricks.

"and many more!"

The Great Elder Guangxuan, also known as Pang Chen, suddenly stopped Lu Wuji and said meaningfully, "Wait a minute, fellow Daoist. I heard that you were attacked by Zhao Wuji on the road and tried to make peace with him using Pure Yang Sword Qi. Is that true?"

Everyone was shocked when they heard this, and immediately looked at Lu Wujiu with suspicion.

Lu Wujiu turned around and saluted, saying, "It is true!"

Guangxuan asked again, "Then may I ask, fellow Daoist, where does the Pure Yang Sword Qi come from?"

Lu Wujiu looked at Guangxuan with an increasingly profound gaze.

What? The sword that Pang Chen gave me has nothing to do with you, Guangxuan?
Thoughts raced through his mind, and Lu Wujiu did not answer but instead asked, "May I ask, fellow Taoist, do you have a grudge against Wudang or against the Pure Yang Taoist sect?"

Guangxuan was silent for a few breaths: "Of course you have a grudge against Wudang?"

Lu Wujiu smiled and said, "Thanks to fellow Daoist's blessing, the Pure Yang Sword seeds were scattered throughout the world. I was lucky enough to exchange Soul Water for one, and with its protection, I was lucky enough to escort Dongyuan disciples Liu Qingtan and Liang Xuan back to the mountain gate. Every sip and every bite was destined by heaven."

"Hahaha, what a perfect saying, every sip and every peck is destined by heaven!"

Guangxuan laughed heartily, his expression serious as he said:

"Old Wuji's virtue is unworthy of his position, but fellow Daoist, you respect the Dao and value virtue, and the world has seen it. The Pure Yang Daoist lineage should be led by you. Why don't you stay and help uphold the righteous path together?"

In charge of the Pure Yang Taoist tradition?

Lu Wujiu's scalp tingled. This old guy wanted him to die!

At first glance, with the support of Dong Yuan and the mastery of Chunyang Sword Art, he can be said to have founded a school and become a patriarch of his generation.

However, the Wudang disciples have not died out yet, and they will never die out. If he dares to hold high the banner of Chunyang, the Wudang disciples will kill him.

Of course, from another perspective, wealth and honor are achieved through risk. If he can withstand the revenge of the Wudang remnants, theoretically, he can really steal the Wudang Taoist vein.

At this moment, everyone looked at Lu Wujiu with a more complicated look, and finally realized why the Dongyuan Sect treated Lu Wujiu with such courtesy.

Some people envy, some people sneer.

Countless eyes converged to see how Lu Wujiu would respond.

Then he saw Lu Wujiu calmly saying to the wealthy Lu Wujiu:
"Thank you for your kind words, fellow Daoist. I am a casual cultivator who was lucky enough to obtain the Pure Yang Sword Seed. How dare I take over and usurp the throne."

"Fellow Daoist, there's no need to worry about Zhao Wuji. The people who are currently harassing my Dongyuan are either using the name of Wudang or are remnants of the Wudang faction. They are nothing to worry about!"

In the bamboo house, a Taoist priest with a youthful face and white hair asked curiously, "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, why are you so sure?"

Guangxuan sneered, "Zhao Wuji was killed by me personally. How could I not know whether he was dead or not? If Zhao Wuji was truly not dead, why would he be like a turtle, hiding his head and not daring to show his face?"

The cultivators were thoughtful after hearing what he said, and immediately believed most of it.

Lying does Guangxuan no good.

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Once Zhao Wuji shows up, even if he is seriously injured, his appeal remains.

Dongyuan had allies, and Wudang was not alone. It was just that the dead had lost their value, so they stopped fighting.

After figuring this out, the cultivators immediately became restless. A middle-aged Taoist priest standing at the end of the bamboo house said loudly:

"I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it or not."

"But it doesn't matter!"

"When Qin lost its power, the whole world was chasing it! Since you are interested in reviving the Pure Yang Sword Dao, why not appoint talented people?"

"Oh, then what is virtuous?"

"He who punishes the scoundrels can be considered a great sage!"

Guangxuan glanced at Lu Wujiu, as if waiting for his response, but also as if saying, "Look, if you don't accept the overwhelming wealth, there are plenty of people who want it."

Lu Wujiu turned a blind eye and looked calm.

"Excellent! What do you think?"

"Heaven's will is unpredictable. The virtuous possess it, while the unvirtuous lose it. This statement is in accordance with the Way of Heaven and can be regarded as a great virtue!"

"This is in line with moral principles and is indeed good advice!"

All the cultivators in the room nodded in agreement.

Guangxuan looked at Lu Wujiu and said, "The Dao should not be passed on to outsiders, and the method should not be sold cheaply. If you are interested in promoting the Pure Yang Sword Dao, you may want to give it a try."

Lu Wujiu bowed and remained silent.

I sighed in my heart, he is indeed a century-old fox, one thing leads to another, what seems to be a special treatment for him is nothing but generosity towards others.

Whether he agrees or refuses, it will not affect his subsequent operations.

If Guangxuan were to really wipe out the Wudang disciples and support the new Chunyang swordsmanship, his swordsmanship would be in an awkward position.

This clearly forced him to participate in the Pure Yang Sword Competition.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the bamboo house was very lively, and countless people were secretly ready to fight.

However, Lu Wujiu didn't want to stay for a moment, so he found a gap and turned to leave.

The gate of Dongyuan Mountain has nine winding corridors and is as deep as a palace gate. He followed his memory of when he came here and had not yet returned to his residence when he suddenly heard a shout behind him.

"Friend Lu, please stay."

Looking back, he saw a young master wearing the unique robe of Liuren Sect catching up with him.

Lu Wujiu knew this person. When Yang Fengzhao ascended the stairs to perform the ritual, this person was one of the three Dharma Masters on duty - Dharma Master Xia Cheng'an.

"Master Xia!"

"Since the beginning of the new year, how are you doing, fellow Daoist?"

"It's all right."

After a brief greeting, Master Xia immediately got to the point: "Daoyou just rejected Guangxuan, which was indeed a wise move. As the saying goes, a tree that stands out in the forest will be destroyed by the wind. If Daoyou claims to be the master of the Pure Yang Sword Dao, I don't know how many people will be watching you. Even if you are not afraid, you will definitely be annoyed."

This sentence made Lu Wujiu feel favorable, but he didn't expect that Master Xia would change the subject: "However, now that many heroes have risen together, in my opinion, it is the time for you to follow the trend. If you need anything, Liuren will open the door to convenience."

Lu Wujiu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "I appreciate your kindness, fellow Daoist, but I really don't have much interest in the Pure Yang Sword Dao."

Master Xia frowned slightly, "Since ancient times, money has always moved people's hearts. If you just stay out of this matter and even forced Zhao Wuji to retreat with a single sword strike, I'm afraid people will suspect you!"

Lu Wujiu sneered and said, "Even I am not tempted by the Fuqi, let alone the Pure Yang Dao Clan?"

Master Xia sighed, "You are a man of high moral character, and are known to everyone in Liuren. However, in the eyes of those who are despicable, you are bound to be accused of seeking fame and reputation!"

Lu Wujiu's mind moved, and he said suddenly: "I have no intention of competing, but I can condense a sword seed and give it to you! If you have a friend who wants to compete for an opportunity, I can also lend a hand."

Master Xia blinked his eyes and said, "I advised you to fight, but you advised me to join in. How can things be like this?"

(End of this chapter)