Narration System for the Journey of Martial Arts

The next moment, a golden light was projected from the mirror into the air, forming a mirror wall, and a pair of clear and unfathomable eyes appeared in the mirror.

Immediately afterward, a black and white yin-yang symbol flashed, and the old man groaned, two streams of bloody tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

After a long while, the old man wiped away his blood and tears, and looked at the now-unremarkable Mirror of the Heart with a hint of heartache. On the bone mirror, there was a tiny crack, as thin as a hair, that seemed to be about to split the mirror in two.

"How is this possible? I possess the Yang Essence of the Dragon Turtle and three thousand years of cultivation, yet I still suffered a backlash."

"Who is that person? Could he really be an immortal? Has fate changed once again?"

"Is this move ultimately good or bad for the great calamity of the ages?"

"It seems that Xiao Sanxiao can only return to the Central Plains! Miyin Temple, I hope that by pooling the strength of the entire temple, we can repair the Mirror of Reflection."

The old man muttered to himself for a moment, then his figure flashed and he landed on a small boat on the beach. The next second, the boat shot out like lightning and headed towards the east coast.

Chapter 545 The Great Buddha

You changed the Sword Saint's destiny.

[You were glanced at by the Heavenly Crying Scripture, which never learns from its mistakes; it was then devoured by the Innate Yin-Yang Divine Light.]

[You were spied upon by the Monk Emperor's Heart-Illuminating Mirror, which was then backfired upon by the Innate Yin-Yang Divine Light]

Because of you, Xiao Sanxiao, who had been living in seclusion deep in the East Sea, has returned to the Central Plains, attempting to find a way to change his destiny.

As long as the malevolent energy in this world persists, the ultimate fate cannot be altered. Only a great calamity can dissipate some of the malevolent energy, giving all living beings a chance to breathe.

In the wilderness not far from Wushuang City, Su Yuchen's black and white robes rippled, a sliver of light flickering for a moment before returning to calm.

Seeing the system's narration, Su Yuchen shook his head and didn't take it to heart. Whether it was a clay Buddha or a cowardly turtle laughing three times, he wouldn't care.

"A great calamity is not limited to plunging China into war."

"The Fire Qilin might be able to corroborate my thinking."

Su Yuchen looked towards the land of Sichuan, as if he wanted to see the colossal Buddha that stretched from the sky to the earth across the endless void.

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A month later.

Minjiang Estuary, Leshan.

Standing at the bow of the ship, Su Yuchen could see the towering Buddha statue in the distance.

It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, a monk saw that the Minjiang River was turbulent and full of hidden reefs, and that ships often ran aground and sank, causing great suffering to the local people. So he made a vow to erect a Buddha statue in this place to suppress the evil waters in the river and protect the believers who came and went.

The Buddha statue faces the river and is backed by the mountain, silently watching the passing ships.

Having endured countless storms and snows, the Buddha's features have become blurred, with only its enormous head remaining visible to the world.

Its enormous earlobes, five or six zhang long, its tall and broad chest, and its bare chest and breasts blended into the roaring river, making it appear so majestic and imposing.

"Is the Taoist priest also here to see the Buddha statue?"

At the stern, the boatman's voice, mingled with the roar of the river, sounded indistinct.

Su Yuchen couldn't help but smile. He only respected but didn't believe in the Three Pure Ones, let alone this foreign monk.

Su Yuchen looked up at the top of the Buddha statue in the distance. On the right side of the Buddha's top, a corner of a Buddhist temple could be faintly seen, and the sound of chanting could be heard from afar.

Su Yuchen glanced around and saw that although there was a lot of energy in the temple, there were no particularly outstanding martial arts masters. The most powerful ones were only about the same level as Shi Wuzun.

In the dense forest about a hundred feet away from the Buddhist temple, an evil aura was brazenly manifesting its presence. When Su Yuchen looked with his primordial spirit, a phantom image of a Qilin roared to the sky, causing a change in people's hearts.

"It's the Fire Kirin Sword!"

The primordial spirit looked towards the distant river. In the distance, a violent blade of energy was moving along the river towards the Buddha. The blade of energy was violent and carried a chilling aura that froze people's hearts.

"Snow Drinking Blade!"

"So today is the day of the decisive battle between Nie Renwang and Duan Shuai? In that case, the Fire Qilin will appear today. There's no need to look for it anymore."

Su Yuchen's heart stirred, and the next second he saw a young man dressed in green robes, with a hint of evil and arrogance on his lips, climb down the cliff of Leshan and land on the Buddha's knees.

You met the young Duan Lang.

[From a young age, the boy bore the responsibility of revitalizing his family, and was highly competitive; however, he also suffered much humiliation from his neighbors, which led to his eccentric personality.]

Without proper guidance, one can easily be bewitched by the malevolent energy within the Fire Kirin Sword, leading to sword-wielding and demonic possession.

The narration system prompted.

Su Yuchen glanced at it and didn't take it to heart.

Ignoring the pointing and whispering of passing boats, the young man took out a rope with an iron block attached from his pocket and threw it into the river at the foot of the Buddha.

"Oh! So it's this little fool." The boatman at the stern took a quick look and recognized the boy, and couldn't help but tease him.

Su Yuchen didn't seem to care and asked, "Does the boatman know him?"

The boatman nodded and said:

"His family lives on the top of the Buddha, not far from where the old man lives. I heard that hundreds of years ago, they were a martial arts family! But now only a father and son are left in his family!"

"But his family is really quite wealthy! From a distance, there are countless pavilions, towers, halls, and courtyards."

"Some village children from the neighborhood did sneak in through the dog hole to take a look. It's a pity that such a large courtyard is now only inhabited by two people. It's quite eerie to look at at night!"

"Look, Daoist, those little brats who pee and play in the mud are here again, hahaha, they're going to get beaten up and run away with their heads in their hands again."

Su Yuchen nodded. He saw several children, around seven or eight years old, emerge from the grass behind the Buddha's knees. They threw stones at the boy from a distance, jumping and hopping around while chanting rural slang, full of sarcastic and mocking words.

Su Yuchen watched as the taciturn boy clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly, clearly trying his best to restrain himself.

Finally, when a pebble hit the back of his head, the boy could no longer hold back. He casually pulled out a short stick from his waist and used a set of basic sword techniques to defeat the village children, who were then screaming and running away along the path.

Just then, on the opposite bank of the river, a small boat shot towards the Buddha like an arrow, crashing heavily into the Buddha's feet with a loud "boom." The boat shattered instantly, and two figures, one large and one small, leaped up simultaneously.

The two figures moved with the speed of the wind, crossing more than ten zhang at the same time without needing any leverage, and landed on the Buddha's knees simultaneously.

Looking from afar, Su Yuchen saw a tall man carrying a long sword, his eyes filled with madness and violence, his expression arrogant and full of insane hatred.

The boy accompanying him had a worried look on his face, his brows were furrowed, and his lowered head revealed endless troubles.

Nie Renwang unfastened the long sword from his back and threw it into Nie Feng's arms. Immediately, he stretched out his body and rushed straight along the cliff of Leshan, quickly disappearing behind the Buddha statue at the top of the mountain.

You met the young Nie Feng.

[Nie Feng has been practicing his family's Ice Heart Technique since childhood. Due to a family tragedy when he was young, he wandered the world with Nie Renwang. Although he was young, he had already deeply grasped the essence of the Ice Heart Technique: "If the heart is as clear as ice, one will not be alarmed even if the sky collapses."]

Although he appeared melancholy, his mind remained unmoved and steadfast, ever-flowing like the wind, pure and free, able to reflect the surrounding world within his heart.

As the child of the wind, you have gazed long enough that he 'heard' your arrival in the wind.

Sure enough, the next moment, the long-haired young man Nie Feng looked up at Su Yuchen. Their eyes met, and for some reason, the young man Nie Feng felt inexplicably at ease.

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"Huh! How did we end up here?"

At this moment, the boatman who had hidden himself because the boat under Nie Renwang's feet had exploded earlier peeked out and was astonished to find that the small boat under his feet was as if it were fixed in the turbulent river, and no matter how the river water washed over it, it did not move or sway.

Seeing this, the boatman knelt down in front of the large Buddha statue not far away, thanking the Buddha for saving his life. Otherwise, without anyone to steer it, the small boat would have run aground and sunk, resulting in the loss of the boat and the lives of all its inhabitants.

The foolish boatman attributed his survival entirely to ethereal gods and Buddhas, unaware that these beings had never even opened their eyes to this world.

Su Yuchen shook his head, and with a light tap of his foot, he soared into the air, heading towards the Leshan Giant Buddha. With a burst of internal force, he propelled the small boat upstream along the waterway they had come from, and in the blink of an eye, only a shadow remained.

"Is that the Snow Drinking Blade you're holding? Can I take a look?" Su Yuchen landed beside the two boys and asked Nie Feng.

Chapter 546 Wind, Clouds, and Waves

"Big brother, Xueyin won't let anyone else hold her."

Eight or nine-year-old Nie Feng raised his head and looked at the boy who had appeared beside him. His clear eyes were calm and bright, which was awe-inspiring.

As if in response to the young Nie Feng's words, the Snow Drink in his arms emitted a buzzing sound.

Looking at Nie Feng, Su Yuchen couldn't help but sigh at his terrifyingly strange talent: as expected of the son of the Wind God, he has already cultivated his mind before learning martial arts and has the martial arts mindset of a Grandmaster.

Su Yuchen smiled and said, "I just wanted to see, it won't mind."

“But…” Nie Feng hesitated. He could sense Xue Yin’s resistance, and he could also sense that Su Yuchen had no ill intentions.

As if sensing Nie Feng's predicament, Xueyin, without anyone controlling it, let out a hum from its sheath, and then a snow-white light instantly appeared above Su Yuchen's head, followed by an extremely cold blade of energy slashing down from the sky.

"Snow Drink?" Nie Feng exclaimed in surprise.

Immediately, Su Yuchen extended two fingers and deftly pinched the Snow Drinking Blade Qi. Yes, the tangible yet intangible blade qi was simply held in his hand.

Feeling the extreme cold and unparalleled sharpness of the blade at his fingertips, Su Yuchen couldn't help but praise, "Iron within stone, stone within iron. Truly worthy of being one of the coldest stones left behind by Nuwa when she mended the sky."

With a slight exertion of his finger, Su Yuchen severed the three-foot-long blade of energy at his fingertip. The wondrous Snow Drinking Blade let out a mournful cry and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Su Yuchen reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword. The Snow Drinking Blade hummed, and wisps of sword energy emerged from its blade. The sharp sword energy, like a hedgehog, stabbed towards Su Yuchen's palm, producing a 'crackling' sound of metal clashing.

Seemingly realizing it couldn't do anything to Su Yuchen, the Snow Drinking Blade slowly fell silent, and the snow color on its blade seemed to dim for a moment.

"Does this mean that divine weapons choose their masters and therefore do not recognize me?"

Su Yuchen smiled, and an extremely cold sword intent that could freeze the heavens and the earth, freeze everything, and even freeze people's hearts surged from Su Yuchen's body.

With a "hum", the Snow Drinking Blade burst forth with a three-foot-long cold light. The violent blade energy seemed to echo Su Yuchen, breathing in and out the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) with him.

Su Yuchen circulated his true essence and casually slashed, unleashing a chilling blade of energy over twenty feet long that instantly shot towards the rain pavilion beside the Buddha.

With a loud 'boom,' the blade's aura was chilling. Wherever it passed, the extremely cold and fierce blade aura froze everything, not only freezing the river water but also turning the rain pavilion twenty feet away into an ice sculpture.

Inside the ice sculpture, a domineering and invincible figure stared in astonishment, his hands clasped in front of his chest, never expecting to be frozen here.

Before Su Yuchen could make another move, the figure frozen inside the ice sculpture had three different true energies spontaneously circulating within him, rushing towards his right hand. With a 'boom,' the frozen rain pavilion shattered, and the powerful and domineering figure spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a startled bird, he instantly leaped into the air, covering twenty or thirty feet in a single bound. In a few leaps, he had already disappeared into the depths of the back mountain behind the mountain.

You severely injured Xiong Ba.

As the location of the malevolent energy node in this realm, Xiong Ba bears the responsibility of instigating the great calamity and alleviating the malevolent energy of the Divine Land.

As long as the malevolent aura remains, the calamity of the martial world will not cease, and the destiny of the overlord will not be extinguished.

Your move gave Xiong Ba a new understanding of the Three-Point Divine Finger technique.

Upon seeing the narration, Su Yuchen's heart stirred, and he became too lazy to continue chasing after Xiong Ba.

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"Mother?"

Nie Feng, standing beside him, exclaimed in surprise and dashed away like the wind, heading towards the frozen rain pavilion.

Inside the ice sculpture, a stunningly beautiful figure was frozen in terror. Xiong Ba alone endured the extreme cold of the blade energy within, which allowed him to survive by sheer luck. However, if he remained frozen, he would not live much longer.

Judging from Nie Feng's reaction, it's clear that this person is probably Yan Ying.

Seeing Nie Feng start smashing the ice with his hands, Su Yuchen casually flicked his wrist, and the Snow Drinking Blade in his hand streaked across the sky like a streak of light, embedding itself in the ice beside Nie Feng with a 'whoosh'.

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Su Yuchen turned his gaze back. Behind him, Duan Lang held a withered vine in his hand. The vine, which he had been waving, was now hanging on his shoulder. He chuckled foolishly at Su Yuchen, trying to deceive him with his youthful appearance.

[When Duan Lang saw you take the Snow Drinking Blade, he was convinced you were no good. He originally planned to launch a sneak attack to take back the Snow Drinking Blade, but he was ultimately surprised by a casual slash from you.]

"Born unruly and with a strong desire for fame and fortune, it seems that Duan Shuai has been deeply influenced by the Fire Kirin Sword and has fallen into demonic possession, but he is unaware of it."

Thinking of this, Su Yuchen flicked his finger, and a burst of energy struck Duan Lang's forehead. The boy cried out in pain, tumbling twice from the force of the finger. He sat on the ground, clutching his head, tears streaming down his face.

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Su Yuchen's gaze shifted downwards, and there stood a dark figure at the foot of the Buddha. The figure, about thirteen or fourteen years old, simply stood there quietly, as cold as an eternal block of ice, everything was frozen in his heart, not allowing outsiders to glimpse anything.

The boy and Su Yuchen locked eyes. The boy's gaze was calm and unwavering, revealing no emotion whatsoever. Yet, Su Yuchen could see the deepest sorrow in the boy's heart.

As this grief surged, a surge of true energy spontaneously circulated within the boy's body, continuously refining the primordial energy of heaven and earth; and the malevolent energy within it seemed to be expelled from his body along with this overwhelming grief, having no effect on the boy whatsoever.

You met the young Bu Jingyun.

The young man had already encountered a fortuitous event, meeting Wuming who taught him the Mysterious Sword Technique. One of the moves, 'Unspeakable Grief,' resonated with Bu Jingyun's state of mind, and he mastered it.

Seeking revenge, the young man lived in hiding for over three years with an assumed name within the World Alliance before Xiong Ba discovered him, took him as a disciple, and taught him the Cloud-Dispelling Palm (incomplete).

With his family destroyed and his last member of the Huo family dying in the dungeon of the World Society, the young man's lonely heart had nowhere to go, like a drifting cloud, wandering with the wind, without any more attachments.

"Xiong Ba has already fled with serious injuries. What about you? Will you go with him, or stay?" Su Yuchen asked.

Bu Jingyun, dressed in black and with a cold expression, raised his head and stared at Su Yuchen for a moment. Then, he took a leap and covered more than ten zhang, landing not far in front of Su Yuchen.