Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

"This sword has been refined by me with the energy of Geng metal. Although its sharpness is concealed, its killing intent is even stronger. You must use it with caution and not be blinded by the sword and lose your true self. This is also a test for you."

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After saying that, he looked at Dongmei, who looked somewhat annoyed, and said...

"I never expected that you, who are so quiet, would have such a talent for sound."

"I once learned a few sound techniques, and later I integrated them, but unfortunately they are not very useful to me now. I will teach them to you later."

Looking at Qiuju's sour face, Su Yuchen shook his head and said, "You don't need to be greedy. You have a lot of talent in both medicine and poison. If you continue down this path, you may not be any worse than the other two."

“Not being impatient or anxious is good. But I’ve observed that you’ve had several insights, yet you haven’t broken through to the next level. Do you have any doubts?” Su Yuchen looked up at Zhang Yi at the door.

Zhang Yi bowed respectfully and said, "I am not in a hurry."

Zhang Yi, by nature, yearned for a carefree life and wished to travel the world and see its wonders. However, he hesitated, believing that such an act would be disloyal to his master, and thus his heart was not at peace with it.

Su Yuchen's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but say:

"I see."

“Zhang Yi, although we were master and servant, it’s not that I can’t set you free.”

"If you were in another family, with your cultivation level of the ninth rank, no one would treat you as a servant. They would definitely treat you as an honored guest. Even the commander of the palace guards is only at the ninth rank."

"If you desire a carefree life, then follow your heart. If you ever grow weary of it, then go."

"However, since we are master and servant, I cannot just abandon you. I once watched a set of 'Eight Strikes of Freehand Fighting,' which had a very carefree feel to it. I will pass it on to you another day."

That very night, Su Yuchen put pen to paper, concealing a wisp of true meaning between the lines. The next day, he gave it to Zhang Yi and Dongmei: "You have not yet become grandmasters. Although it is good to communicate heart to heart, it is difficult to break free from the constraints, which is not good for your future cultivation. There is only a trace of my true meaning in this, which I leave for you to learn from."

The next morning, because of the music played on the zither the night before, the restaurant owner asked to leave a piece of calligraphy in exchange for free food and lodging, but Su Yuchen politely declined.

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"Young Master, those people..."

After walking for a while, Xia Zhu looked back for a moment and hesitated.

A hint of mockery flashed in Su Yuchen's eyes as he said, "Ignore them. Those people are probably Emperor Ming's forces, as well as people from the Procuratorate. There's no need to worry about them."

Since leaving the capital, some people have fallen far behind. Now, more and more of these people are gathering, and Emperor Ming probably has some ulterior motives involved. Su Yuchen, however, is too lazy to pay attention to them.

After traveling by land for several days, we finally saw the famous mountain, isolated by the sea, in the distance.

"Young Master, we've arrived at the Glazed Golden Mountain!"

At a shout, several girls couldn't help but lift the curtains and look at the lonely mountain in the distance.

On a fine, sunny day, with clear skies and fluffy white clouds, the solitary mountain, bathed in sunlight, shone like jade or crystal, reflecting a dazzling light.

To an ordinary person, the mountain is just a beautiful sight. But to Su Yuchen, it is like a sun fallen to earth, its immense energy raging freely, yet contained within its body.

These energies are trapped within the mountain, constantly transforming the entire mountain into a jade-like structure. Even on the shady side, deep within the mountain that is invisible to ordinary people, only a few meters or less still retain the soil and rock structure.

Deep within the mountain, it truly resembled a sun, its dazzling golden rays so intense that even Su Yuchen dared not probe it with his primordial spirit. Of course, if he had fully attained the Yang God realm, perhaps it would have been possible.

Nearly a thousand years of accumulated, immense energy has settled and brewed within the mountain, and no one knows what kind of monster it will eventually give birth to; a 'nuclear peace' baptism in the old era has ultimately formed such a wondrous place of creation.

After a moment of reflection, urged on by the girls, the carriage sped up and soon arrived at the shady side of the mountain.

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There is a temple on Liuli Jinshan Mountain, a Ming Dynasty temple!

This is the most sacred temple in the Ming Dynasty besides the Ming Temple in Kyoto. It is said to be the place closest to the gods, so besides Kyoto, this is also the place where the lineage of Ming Temples gathers the most.

Although winter is approaching, there are still quite a few tourists and pilgrims at the foot of the mountain. While not exactly shoulder-to-shoulder, they come in a steady stream. It can be said that almost everyone near Liuli Jinshan wants to come to this place, so close to the divine, to pray for blessings.

Unfortunately, the Ming Dynasty's Ming Temple lineage was not as popular as its counterparts in the Northern Barbarians. The Northern Barbarians had a Grand Preceptor, Ku Zhuzi, acting as a backdrop; while in the Ming Dynasty, the emperor would not allow any force beyond his control.

Therefore, the power of the Ming Temple was not prominent in the Qing Kingdom. However, even so, the ascetic forces under the Ming Temple had long been secretly infiltrated and controlled by the Ming Emperor.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the Ming Temple was less a place to serve the gods and more a channel for communication between Emperor Ming and artificial intelligence in the far reaches of the world. It was through these people that Emperor Ming finally found the location of the divine master.

Chapter 521 Glazed Golden Mountain 2

After passing through the mountain gate, Su Yuchen and his group climbed the stone steps. On both sides of the steps, flowers bloomed in profusion and grass grew lush and green, making the area look more vibrant and beautiful than other places.

While others didn't notice, Su Yuchen could sense the energy field emanating from these plants and trees all the time.

However, after being transformed by the vitality of plants, the energy becomes more gentle. Even ordinary people without any cultivation can absorb a wisp of energy and activate their blood and qi during their hurried ascent and descent.

The Liuli Jinshan Mountain stands alone, its peak piercing the clouds at an altitude of about two thousand meters. The reason why these tourists and pilgrims are able to persevere and walk to the Ming Temple on the top of the mountain to worship is probably related to the benefits they can gain from this trip.

It's no wonder this place is the most sacred besides the Ming Dynasty temples in Kyoto. After all, people are very pragmatic. If there are benefits to be gained, then what's wrong with me paying my respects to you?

As we walked up the stone steps, looking at the endless stream of people on both sides, and the stone steps that seemed to stretch into the vast sea of ​​clouds, the people coming and going showed no impatience, their eyes filled only with piety and faith.

Looking at these people, Su Yuchen couldn't help but recall his first life when he went to Tibet with his friends and saw Tibetans on their way to worship at the Potala Palace. They prostrated themselves with every step, and their perseverance and spirit were awe-inspiring.

"Fortunately, this is a martial arts world. If there were truly a power of faith in this world, it would probably all benefit that thing inside the mountain," Su Yuchen thought.

Fortunately, none of Su Yuchen's group were weak; even the weakest among them possessed the cultivation level of the ninth rank. Coupled with the various martial arts techniques that Su Yuchen had taught them in the past, the group quickly shook off the crowd behind them and disappeared into the depths of the clouds and mist.

They walked for an unknown amount of time, and on the stone steps, they could only occasionally bump into a few people going up or down. Among Su Yuchen's group, there were several young girls who seemed to be walking effortlessly, and they couldn't help but glance at them with surprise.

Martial arts are prevalent in the world today, and the Ming Dynasty takes pride in martial arts, so it is only a slight surprise that one can guess that these young girls are probably all martial arts experts.

And in this world, the fact that Su Yuchen and the others could be trained into martial arts masters speaks volumes about their background and origins.

Therefore, after just a little thought, people who see them will consciously step aside and let them pass first.

With a sudden burst of light, the group had passed through the clouds and finally reached the summit.

When the mountain wind blows, the first thing you see is the boundless sea of ​​clouds that stretches all the way to the horizon, bounded by cliffs, and as vast as the sky and earth.

The sea of ​​clouds is ever-changing, sometimes like a surging ocean, sometimes like a light and flowing silk, sometimes like layers of mountains, and sometimes like a mysterious fairyland.

Occasionally, a mountain breeze blows, causing the sea of ​​clouds to surge and ripple, revealing scattered mountain peaks, like stars scattered across the sky, resembling fairy islands floating deep within the sea of ​​clouds.

A red sun hangs in the depths of the sea of ​​clouds. With the refraction of the clouds, rays of seven-colored Buddha light hang above the Qing Temple. The ancient and simple Qing Temple seems to be bathed in endless divine light, which is breathtaking.

In his divine eye, Su Yuchen once again understood what it meant to have inexhaustible energy. The sea of ​​clouds before him, rooted in the Glazed Golden Mountain, was formed by the convergence of endless energy within a radius of dozens of miles!

However, it uses the great sun as the elixir fire and the glazed golden mountain itself as the elixir furnace. Through the glazed mountain on the other side, the divine light of the great sun is repeatedly refracted, and the gathered energy is refined over endless time, eventually forming this sea of ​​clouds.

Ordinary people fear cliffs like tigers, so who would dare to risk their life and jump off? Even if they did jump, in this endless energy field, they would only turn to ashes.

Faced with such a blessed land, Su Yuchen couldn't help but show his joy. Although he had achieved the Indestructible Body, the energy required for further advancement was like a bottomless pit.

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Just as Su Yuchen and his group were captivated by the sea of ​​clouds, several elderly priests at the temple on the mountaintop were looking over from the entrance, seemingly confirming something.

Not long after, a priest from the Ming Temple hurriedly descended the mountain, and no more tourists or pilgrims came up after that. Looking with his divine sense, he saw that all the pilgrims who had come up the mountain had been persuaded to leave and were now descending the mountain with the priest from the Ming Temple seeing them off!

"Greetings, Divine Messenger!"

Several elderly priests walked over and bowed to Robot Number Eight.

"Angel?"

After waiting for a long time without receiving a reply, several elderly priests looked up and quietly observed the robot. They then discovered that Robot Number Eight was not only expressionless, but also had extremely empty eyes, as if it had lost its soul.

"You know him? It seems he came here before going to Kyoto," Su Yuchen asked calmly and assertively.

As the most sacred place in the Ming Temple, and the place they considered closest to the gods, the priests on Liuli Jinshan Mountain desperately longed for the arrival of the divine messenger to break free from the control of Emperor Mingwu.

The faith in God should spread throughout the Ming Dynasty, not be manipulated by the emperor.

"Who are you? Divine messenger... What's wrong, Divine Messenger?" one of the priests asked urgently.

Su Yuchen looked at them calmly, and with a thought, Robot No. 8 spoke, "I am him, he is not me."

The priests were slightly taken aback, then seemed to understand something, yet were still somewhat confused.

"Make the arrangements; we want to stay here," said Robot No. 8.

"Yes," several elderly priests bowed in response.

Passing through ancient trees atop the mountain and walking along a deserted, secluded path, led by the priest of Qing Temple, the group soon arrived at a deserted small temple deep within Qing Temple.

This is the very beginning of the Ming Dynasty temple complex, and also the first temple in the Ming Dynasty. The priests believed that this was the place closest to the gods.

Only God's messengers may dwell beside God.

With the priests' respectful farewell, Robot No. 8 strode into the ancient temple before him.

What came into view was only a bare temple and a clump of cattails on the ground.

Su Yuchen looked around for a moment and nodded with satisfaction. This was indeed a good place for quiet cultivation.

"You should each find a place to stay in a nearby temple," Su Yuchen said.

The group nodded and glanced at the nearby temple. What seemed like a great distance to others was just a few steps to them.

"Young Master, over there..."

Xia Zhu narrowed her eyes and looked into the depths of the mountain behind Qing Temple.

Su Yuchen looked up and saw a forest of hundreds of sword energies in his Dharma Eyes, exuding killing intent and rampaging through the valley behind the mountain.

[You saw Emperor Ming's city gate guards. These were originally consumables prepared by Emperor Ming to consume the Bitter Bamboo and the Four-Looking Sword, but now he plans to use them against you. Aren't you happy?]

“I have my own plans,” Su Yuchen said.

Looking up at the heavens, his primordial spirit dispersed into an invisible wind that soared into the heavens. After communicating with the increasingly urgent will of heaven for a moment, Su Yuchen turned and flashed towards the valley where the city gate guards were located.

Chapter 522 Glazed Golden Mountain 3

Su Yuchen flashed and disappeared into the vegetation on the back mountain, vanishing in an instant.

As they approached the valley where the city gate guards were located, they found animal carcasses everywhere, a murderous aura emanating from the surrounding area, and the fierce and menacing atmosphere of weapons tinged the nearby clouds with a gray hue.

Su Yuchen flashed and appeared at the entrance of the valley. The next second, two blades of light, one from the left and one from the right, carrying an indomitable killing intent, instantly illuminated Su Yuchen's face. The blades crossed each other, determined to cut him into four pieces.

"A rank of eighth grade, barely enough to serve as a guardian soldier for the Daoist temple."

Su Yuchen's figure flashed in and out of focus, two flashes of sword light crisscrossing each other, the light seemingly illusory, yet also as if it were nothing at all. The burly man who had made the move was slightly taken aback, only to see Su Yuchen standing unharmed in place, as if his previous strike had been entirely an illusion.

Before the two could make another move, Su Yuchen flicked his sleeve, and the two were pulled directly in front of Su Yuchen by an invisible force.

The next second, Su Yuchen's eyes lit up, and his primordial spirit brutally probed into the other party's sea of ​​consciousness. He activated the Soul-Seizing Secret Technique, smearing and altering the memories, and engraving a set of 'Ten Forms of Blood Battle' sword techniques into the soul.

The two people opposite him let out a muffled groan, their murderous eyes suddenly narrowing, and a trickle of blood flowed from their eyes, ears, nose, and mouth—the damage caused by the forced alteration of their soul memories.

A moment later, looking at the two who seemed to be fast asleep, Su Yuchen sighed helplessly. Although the methods were a bit crude, these people had been fighting in these deep mountains for many years. Their killing intent, killing spirit, and determination to kill were already among the elite of the army. It was simply impossible to change their soul memories intact.

"Well, a ninth-rank upper realm is enough for a Dao soldier of the Daoist temple."

"No wonder the Yellow Turban Warriors in myths and legends were not highly skilled. This way of overdrawing the potential of the body and soul is really not worth it."

Before he finished speaking, Su Yuchen disappeared into the valley again, followed by a series of muffled groans, then silence. A moment later, Su Yuchen emerged from the valley, glanced at the still-sleeping city gate guards, and vanished from the spot.

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"Master"

Seeing Su Yuchen disappear and then reappear, the group hurriedly bowed.

Nodding, Su Yuchen looked at Xia Zhu and said:

"I have altered the memories of the gatekeepers at the back mountain city. When they wake up tomorrow, they will recognize you as their master. From now on, we will live in Liuli Jinshan for a long time, and you will be in charge of leading these people."

"From now on, this Glazed Golden Mountain will be my Daoist temple, and these people will be the Daoist guards of the temple. Make good use of them."

"What are you going to do?" Liu Ruolan asked curiously.

Su Yuchen smiled and didn't hide anything, saying, "I want to spread my teachings throughout the world and establish order for cultivation."

Upon hearing this, some of the people were delighted, some were worried, and some were panicked.

After the others left to tidy up their accommodations, Su Yuchen and Robot No. 8 sat cross-legged facing each other. After a moment, Su Yuchen looked up into the distance and asked, "What about the advantage of location?"

After a moment of contemplation, Su Yuchen cleared his mind of distractions and entered a meditative state. As he circulated his true essence, the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged forth from all around. An invisible wind blew through the forest, and wisps of energy clouds flowed in like water, causing the sea of ​​clouds around Lonely Mountain to ripple.

As Su Yuchen practiced breathing exercises, wisps of mist swirled around and quickly engulfed the ancient temple. His primordial spirit and true essence moved in unison, with each breath causing the clouds to flow on the ground. Behind his head, the yin and yang energies formed a millstone, and the five elements circulated, as if swallowing energy clouds from a bottomless pit.

As time passed and night quietly fell, with the arrival of midnight, the primordial energy between heaven and earth automatically shifted towards the primordial energy of Taiyin. With a thought, Su Yuchen's primordial spirit left his body and disappeared into the ancient temple.

On the seaside of the Liuli Golden Mountain, Su Yuchen's primordial spirit silently appeared in the sea of ​​clouds. The jade wall, which was originally illuminated by the golden sunlight, was now glowing with a silvery-white light.

As the primordial energy of the moon shone down, the golden light cluster deep within the mountain gradually moved back, revealing another silvery-white light cluster behind it.