Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

"How long will it take him to recover?" Yan Chongtian asked.

Yun Feiyang thought for a moment and said, "Given the current situation, the sect leader will need at least half a month, while Bai Shi will need at most two or three days."

Upon hearing this, Yan Chongtian nodded and made the decision...

“In that case, let’s wait three days. Once Baishi has recovered, the old Taoist will announce that he will succeed as the sect leader, and then arrange for ‘Qingsong’ to be buried.”

"Dugu Wudi could make a comeback at any time, and other sects don't want to get involved in our decisive battle. At this critical moment, we should keep things quick and simple, and just send invitations to each sect."

With a single word, Yan Chongtian completely severed any possibility of Qingsong returning to Chongzhen Sect, thus ushering in a new chapter for the Chongzhen Sect.

Upon hearing the narration, Yun Feiyang felt a sudden sense of relief, as if his soul had become clear. He felt as if he had been trapped in this world before, but now he could 'shatter the void' at any time.

"Senior Uncle, since that's the case, I'll be going into seclusion. You're in charge of handling everything regarding the Chongzhen Sect," Yun Feiyang said with a smile.

Having said that, he vanished without waiting for their reply.

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Invincible Sect Headquarters.

Inside the main hall, Dugu Wudi, who had just emerged from seclusion, sat at the head of the table, looking at Gongsun Hong, who was covered in blood, especially at the wooden box in his hand, with a burning gaze.

"Disciple has lived up to Master's expectations and found the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Broken Flower." Gongsun Hong respectfully handed over the wooden box in his hand.

Dugu Wudi reached out and opened the wooden box, where he saw a milky white flower with twelve layers. The flower's stamens were like silver castings, layer upon layer, and the stench was mixed with a strange fragrance.

"Good, very good! Hong'er has made such a great contribution, I cannot fail to reward you. What do you want?" Dugu Wudi was in a very good mood and made his promise.

Gongsun Hong shook his head and said, "These are all things a disciple should do. However, many disciples were lost in the search for this flower, and I hope Master can generously reward their families."

Dugu Wudi waved his hand dismissively and said, "You can handle these things yourself. Anything else?"

Gongsun Hong shook his head and said, "This disciple has no other requests."

Dugu Wudi laughed heartily and said, "You are my disciple, how can I not reward you? However, you will have to wait a while until I have mastered the ninth level of 'Destroying Heaven and Earth', then I will pass on the Extinction Divine Art to you."

"Thank you, Master!" Gongsun Hong said with great joy.

Dugu Wudi waved his hand and said, "You are my only disciple besides Feng'er, so it is only right that you take over the Wudi Sect in the future. It is only right that I pass it on to you."

Gongsun Hong cupped his hands and said, "This disciple will never fail Master's expectations. I will carry forward the Invincible Sect and assist Master in dominating the martial arts world."

Chapter 282 Shattered Void

Three days later.

Yan Chongtian, Lun Wan'er, and the others gathered in the main hall. At noon, one of the two 'mummies' that had been motionless suddenly became active.

As everyone looked over, they saw the body wrapped in white cloth trembling slightly, then the tremors grew stronger, as if something was trying to burst out.

Suddenly, with a loud 'boom,' the corpse flew into the air and then exploded, filling the hall with white mist and tiny fragments.

When the smoke cleared, they saw Bai Shi standing motionless in the main hall with his eyes closed. The crowd gathered around, wondering what was going on, and none of them dared to approach.

Yan Chongtian stepped forward alone and reached out to Bai Shi. The next second, Bai Shi opened his eyes, but they were lifeless. As if by instinct, he pointed his fingers into a sword and stabbed at Yan Chongtian's wrist.

Yan Chongtian flicked his wrist, dodging Bai Shi's finger sword, and with a flick of his finger, he reached up along Bai Shi's arm; Bai Shi swung his left hand like a knife, and with a push of his feet, floated backward.

Bai Shi retreated three feet, then waved his right hand. With a thunderous roar, a palm print solidified and slammed towards Yan Chongtian—the Chongzhen Thunder Palm. Yan Chongtian reacted swiftly, striking back with his own palm. The two palms collided with a "hum," and a wave of energy surged in all directions.

Yan Chongtian had already realized that Bai Shi's consciousness had not recovered and that he was acting purely on instinct. He immediately used the force of his palm strike to retreat, leading Bai Shi out of the main hall.

Once everyone had left the main hall, they saw figures flying about in the square, sword energy crisscrossing, and palm prints flying everywhere.

Both fought quickly, exchanging blows. Bai Shi's martial arts skills were somewhat immature, while Yan Chongtian, after adapting, gradually guided Bai Shi to make his moves.

After a long while, the two faced each other with their palms facing each other, and the stone slabs beneath their feet shattered and scattered in all directions, creating a cloud of smoke that obscured everyone's view.

As the smoke cleared, Shiraishi looked at everyone with a smile...

After a long while, everyone returned to the main hall. Yan Chongtian looked at the 'green pine' on the ground with a regretful expression, and everyone else was also filled with regret. They never expected that even rare and precious treasures could not save their sect leader.

"There's no other way now that things have come to this. Bai Shi has woken up, so he should succeed as sect leader and take charge of the situation as soon as possible," Yan Chongtian said.

The others naturally had no objections, but Bai Shi wanted to say something, but Yan Chongtian stopped him: "Now that your master has passed away, you must take over the sect as soon as possible and deal with Dugu Wudi."

Upon hearing the name Dugu Wudi, Bai Shi knew he could no longer refuse and had no choice but to accept the position of sect leader of Chongzhen. After everyone paid their respects, a notice was quickly issued to all sects and factions.

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A month later, Dugu Wudi emerged from seclusion after mastering the ninth level of the Extinction Divine Art. However, before he could even rejoice, he received news of Qingsong's passing and the ascension of the new sect leader of Chongzhen.

"what……"

Upon learning that his enemy was dead, and by his own hand no less, Dugu Wudi felt a sense of relief after years of suppressed emotions, and couldn't help but let out a long roar to the sky.

"Hong'er, Qingsong is dead. No one can stop me from dominating the martial arts world. I hereby announce to all sects that I will convene a martial arts conference and appoint myself as the leader of the alliance. Anyone who dares to disobey me should not blame me for being impolite."

Gongsun Hong hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. Soon, the news that the Invincible Sect was going to hold a martial arts tournament spread throughout the land, along with the news that Dugu Wudi had mastered the ninth level of the Extinction Divine Skill.

Upon hearing the news, the various factions, who had initially hesitated and were dismissive, had no choice but to get up and head to Mount Tai to attend the conference, whether they wanted to or not.

The headquarters of the Invincible Sect, in the embroidered pavilion in the backyard.

This was the first time Dugu Wudi had set foot here in more than twenty years. He had never come back since he learned about Shen Manjun and Qingsong.

"Qingsong is dead! You went to see him before, didn't you?" On the second floor, Dugu Wudi looked at Shen Manjun sitting by the window and said.

Shen Manjun turned around and did not deny it: "He is Feng'er's father, and I should go see him one last time. Wudi, you still can't let go even now?"

"Put it down..." Dugu Wudi sneered, then turned and went downstairs. With a sigh, Dugu Wudi continued walking downstairs without stopping.

"Father...you...you've made up with Mother?" Outside the building, Dugu Feng looked at Dugu Wudi, who had just walked out the door, and couldn't help but ask.

Dugu Wudi did not answer, but asked, "What are you holding in your hand?"

"Oh! This? Someone sent you a letter, Father," Dugu Feng said.

Dugu Wudi unfolded the letter, his eyes lit up, and he immediately turned and left. When the various sects arrived at Mount Tai, Dugu Wudi was nowhere to be seen. Although there was discussion, dissatisfaction, and speculation, no one knew his whereabouts, not even the Wudi Sect itself.

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Just half a month after Baishi succeeded Chongzhen as the head of the sect.

Somewhere in the back mountains of the Chongzhen Sect, where Yun Feiyang was in seclusion, a huge silver-white silkworm cocoon shimmered with iridescent colors. After a long while, the cocoon made a "crackling" sound, as if the cocoon, cast in silver, was gradually splitting open.

Yun Feiyang sat cross-legged in the same spot, looking like an ordinary person. The bright light in his eyes was gone, replaced by a plain and unremarkable appearance. The longer one looked at him, the more one noticed his gentle and refined demeanor, which evoked the phrase "a gentleman is like jade."

He held out his right hand, and a sword shadow appeared in his palm. As his true energy grew stronger, a light gradually shone on the sword, quickly covering the entire blade, as if he were holding a sun.

A wisp of sword energy accidentally shot out, plunging the space into darkness wherever it passed, as if leaving a tiny crack on a canvas. A suction force continuously emanated from the crack, but Yun Feiyang remained seated, as steady as Mount Buzhou, until it finally dissipated after a long while.

"Shattering the void, huh! Perhaps it's time for me to leave too." With that, Yun Feiyang dispersed his true energy, and with a thought, he vanished into the cave like a cloud or mist in the next second.

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The back mountain of the Chongzhen Sect.

Today, the back mountain of the Chongzhen Sect is closed, and all disciples have already left. Yan Chongtian, Lun Wan'er, and Bai Shi waited quietly in Yun Feiyang's courtyard.

A moment later, footsteps sounded, and Dugu Wudi walked towards them step by step. The moment he stepped into the courtyard, the door of the wooden house quietly opened, and Yun Feiyang walked out.

"You're all here! Very well, since that's the case, thank you all for coming to witness the ceremony," Yun Feiyang said with a smile.

Dugu Wudi stood aloof to the side without saying a word, Yan Chongtian looked curious, and only Lun Wan'er looked worried.

Yun Feiyang no longer hesitated. He spread his right hand out, and a sword shadow silently appeared. As the sword light became more and more dazzling, everyone subconsciously narrowed their eyes, as if they had seen some ancient behemoth.

"I have a sword, which I have never shown to anyone; today I present it to you, and from this day forward we shall each find our own peace!"

As Yun Feiyang slowly ascended into the sky, he gently waved his hand, and under the sword light, a crack silently opened in the sky, the black crack seemingly about to devour everything.

Yun Feiyang smiled, then disappeared into the crack without further hesitation.

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P.S.: New Year's Day has just passed, let's have some fun. I'll stop writing "Golden Silkworm Rain" here, and move on to the next volume of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils".

Chapter 283 The Young Taoist

During the Northern Song Dynasty, Emperor Zhenzong's sixth son, Zhao Zhen, ascended the throne at the age of thirteen, changing the era name to Qianxing. In the early part of the first year of Qianxing, Empress Zhangxian Mingsu, née Liu, began to rule from behind the curtain.

At that time, the emperor was young and the country was in turmoil. The royalist party and the empress dowager's party were constantly fighting, which led to turmoil in the court and the country. Political affairs piled up, the people suffered, and the country's strength gradually declined.

Taking advantage of the situation, the Liao Dynasty amassed a large army outside Yanmen Pass, disregarding the treaty signed between the two countries, and allowed its troops to kill, burn, and plunder, causing the people to suffer greatly from the war and become displaced.

It is said that "below there are Suzhou and Hangzhou, above there is heaven." On the shore of West Lake in Hangzhou, backed by Beigaofeng Peak and facing Feilai Peak, there is a Lingyin Temple, where incense is very popular.

All this is because there is a Ji Gong Hall in the temple, which is said to be very efficacious, attracting throngs of tourists, scholars, and countless women who come here to seek good marriages!

Heading east from Lingyin Temple, deep within West Lake lies a desolate mountain. On the mountainside, there is a small, dilapidated Taoist temple.

The main gate of the Taoist temple was crooked and leaned against the door frame, looking like it was about to collapse; the surrounding wall was no more than waist-high earthen wall, missing pieces here and there, looking pitted and dilapidated; the lintel of the Taoist temple was inscribed with three large characters "Chaotian Temple".

To the right of the entrance to Chaotian Temple, right next to the courtyard wall, there is a neatly tended vegetable garden with a few green leaves swaying in the wind, dotting the landscape with touches of green.

After entering the Taoist temple gate, a cobblestone path leads directly to the main hall. To the left of the courtyard wall, a weak pear tree sways in the wind, and under the tree is a well with the words "Youlong Well" written on it.

Beside the well was a stone table and three stone benches. A chessboard was carved on the stone table, slightly mottled, clearly indicating its age.

Looking from the courtyard, the Taoist temple consists of only one main hall and one side hall on each side. Near the courtyard wall on the left side hall is a small kitchen.

It was nearly noon, and the main hall was empty. Above the empty prayer cushions, a stick of incense wafted faintly, obscuring the images of the Three Pure Ones, making them even more indistinct, yet giving them an air of otherworldly elegance.

Unfortunately, all three rooms have been in disrepair for years. Although they don't leak, they're not much better, and everything shows signs of the vicissitudes of time. The Three Pure Ones statues, though old, are spotless, clearly indicating that they are maintained daily.

If you listen carefully, you can hear a sigh quietly coming from the side hall on the left.

Inside the side hall, a figure quietly sat up, looking around. Judging from his figure, he was only a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, wearing a slightly faded blue Taoist robe, with his hair tied up in a bun with a wooden hairpin. His eyes were slightly dazed, clearly indicating that he was not yet fully awake.

After a long while, the young Taoist sighed and said with a helpless smile, "So we have to start all over again?" This young man was none other than Su Yuchen, who was also Yun Feiyang, who had shattered the void.

On that day, Su Yuchen (Yun Feiyang) broke through space and entered that darkness. He only lasted for a moment before he felt his body being torn apart by sharp spatial fragments and storms. Just as his primordial spirit was exposed, a silver-white light enveloped him and quickly left.

In a daze, Su Yuchen only saw a flash of silver light, and then a dazzling array of colors appeared before his eyes. Instantly, his primordial spirit went deaf. When he woke up again, he had become this young Taoist priest.

You're awake. Take a close look around the room. Perhaps the bundle by your bedside will offer you some insights.

After looking around the dilapidated house, Su Yuchen turned his gaze to the cloth bundle on the bedside table. After untying the bundle, Su Yuchen couldn't help but show a slight surprise.

What came into view, besides three tattered Taoist scriptures and a Taoist guiding technique book, was a certificate of ordination proving identity, a few taels and two mace of silver, and several letters with their covers already opened. The most valuable item, however, was a ginseng root wrapped in silk.

The ginseng looks to be at least thirty or forty years old. Although it is not yet a top-grade ginseng treasure, it is already a rare find. In addition, it is extremely well preserved, so it can be said to be the best of the best.

First, open the certificate, which contains the body's identity information...

"So, this body is also called Su Yuchen in the secular world!"

Putting down the ordination certificate and picking up the envelope, Su Yuchen began to read it carefully…

"My disciple Yuchen, when you see this letter, I will surely have already passed away. My disciple need not grieve, lest you only cause yourself grief."

“I am eighty-three years old. As the saying goes, it is rare for a person to live to eighty! It is already a rare privilege for me to be able to serve the patriarchs after reaching this age.”

"My only worry is that my disciple is still young and how he will survive. I have left him little, so I can only do my best to keep him going."

"After much thought, I believe there is nowhere in the world that cannot be a home. If we truly cannot sustain this situation, my disciple may descend the mountain and seek another way out."

"Another thing to say: This Taoist temple is for descendants. I have already written to Longhu Mountain in Jiangxi to have your name and ordination certificate entered into the temple's abbot. If you are not happy in the future, you may come back. It will be a place for you to settle down."

After reading the letter, Su Yuchen felt relieved, at least he didn't have to face unfamiliar people.

After waiting a moment, Su Yuchen carefully put the letter away and picked up the book of Taoist guiding techniques. He only glanced through it before losing interest; it was just ordinary Five Animal Frolics.

After packing everything back into his bundle, Su Yuchen took a moment to assess his condition. He felt fine, just a little weak and hungry, so he got up and left the room.

You step out of the room, and the kitchen on your right catches your eye; you need food to replenish your energy.

After glancing at the layout of the courtyard, Su Yuchen stepped into the kitchen next door. He opened the rice jar and breathed a sigh of relief. There was still more than half a jar of rice left. If they ate normally, it would last for at least two months.

Walking to the stove, Su Yuchen lifted the pot lid and found a whole piece of crispy rice inside. Without any hesitation, he scooped it out and ate it.

After looking around the kitchen, I walked around while eating. I went to the well, drew a bucket of water, took a sip, and nodded. The water was sweet, without any sediment, and could be drunk directly.

Su Yuchen wasn't in a hurry. He sat on the stone bench, eating rice crusts while scooping up a bowl of well water with a gourd ladle. He ate and drank to satisfy his hunger before heading towards the main hall.

A moment later, Su Yuchen shook his head and walked out of the main hall. The donation box was so clean that even street thugs would be moved to tears.

Amidst the creaking and groaning sounds that made one's teeth ache, Su Yuchen clapped his hands, pushed open the gate, and stepped out of the courtyard. Before him lay a small blue stone path leading down the mountain. The path was overgrown with weeds on both sides, clearly unattended, and the steps were covered with moss, its green patches a patchwork of weeds.

Looking from the mountainside, a vast lake stretches into the distance, as wide as a river or sea. Boats dot the lake, and a gentle breeze ripples across its surface, creating a breathtaking scene.

Further away, a temple is faintly visible, but the faint sound of bells and the scattered tourists indicate that it is a place of great religious significance.