The Heavenly Dragon's Beginning in the Journey Through the Heavens

If he heard correctly, then this Murong Longcheng was at least nearly two hundred years old, a veritable old monster.

He couldn't help but ask:

"Master, according to what you said, isn't Murong Longcheng already nearly two hundred years old?"

Seeing Ling Feng's surprised expression, Wu Yazi was quite astonished.

"What's wrong? You don't know? When a person breaks through to the Innate Realm, their lifespan will increase by at least 60 years, so they can live to at least 120 years old."

If one can break through to the Grandmaster realm, one can gain an additional sixty years of lifespan, which is to say, live to 180 years old.

If someone can break through to the Grandmaster realm, then he can live to be at least 300 years old!

Of course, if he could reach that ethereal and elusive realm of shattered void, then I cannot know, for by then he would have already flown to other worlds.

Ling Feng listened with rapt attention, as if he were hearing a divine scripture.

Before this, he knew nothing about these secrets and never imagined that increasing his strength could extend his lifespan, let alone the legendary Void Shattering Realm.

Only then did he realize the importance of a solid foundation.

I have always improved my strength by signing in or searching for secret martial arts manuals, and I have not received any systematic inheritance, so I know nothing about these secrets.

Ling Feng thought to himself, if what Wu Yazi said is true, then wouldn't there be many unknown peerless masters in the world?

These people may no longer care about worldly affairs, but their strength is enough to shake the entire martial arts world.

"Master, you said that Grandmaster-level experts can live to be at least three hundred years old. So, Grandmaster must be a Grandmaster-level expert by now, right? Where is he now?"

Ling Feng asked with a serious expression.

Wu Yazi sighed softly:

"Alas... After my master passed on the Free and Unfettered Sect to me, he took my junior sister and went on a journey around the world. Their whereabouts are still unknown."

As for whether he has reached the Grandmaster level, I have no idea. Perhaps he is currently living in seclusion on some immortal island overseas!

A hint of emotion was revealed in his words.

Ling Feng did not press Wu Yazi about what had made him so emotional; he was more interested in the hidden secrets and the stories of the powerful figures.

"Master, what about the other powerful figures? If what you said is true, they should all still be alive, right?"

Ling Feng pressed for an answer.

"Hmm, I haven't heard of anyone falling. After reaching their level, they generally won't venture out into the martial world again, nor will they concern themselves with worldly affairs. They will all cultivate in seclusion somewhere, striving to break through their realm as soon as possible."

Hearing him say that, Ling Feng suddenly felt that this world was very dangerous. He never expected that there were so many hidden big shots.

If he were to offend these big shots one day, he wouldn't even have a chance to regret it.

Thinking about all this, Ling Feng was eager to increase his strength, as he didn't want to be powerless to fight back later.

At this moment, Ling Feng suddenly realized why the sweeping monk had gone mad after they killed Murong Bo at Shaolin Temple. It turned out that he had killed someone from the Murong family, so it was no wonder that he went mad.

Thinking of all this, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He was really lucky to have escaped from Murong Longcheng's clutches back then.

Ling Feng then realized that his escape from Murong Longcheng's clutches might not have been due to Murong Longcheng's merciful release, but rather because he had also been restrained by others.

It should be noted that Shaolin Temple once housed two unfathomable old monks. If these two were still alive today, Murong Longcheng would probably not dare to act rashly.

Thinking of this, Ling Feng couldn't help but feel secretly fortunate that he had managed to escape death; it was truly a matter of luck.

At this moment, Wu Yazi sat there quietly, silently recalling the past.

Ling Feng was deep in thought. Wu Ya Zi did not disturb him, but simply stared at him quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, Ling Feng finally snapped out of his mental turmoil. Wu Yazi looked at him and said softly:

"Go out and call them all in. I have something to tell them."

“Yes, Master,” Ling Feng replied, then turned and walked out of the cave.

Not long after, the people outside followed Ling Feng into the cave.

After the group entered the cave, Su Xinghe was the first to kneel before Wu Yazi and respectfully greet him:

"master!"

As for Wang Yuyan, she didn't have such a strong reaction. After all, she and Wuyazi had only met for the first time and didn't have much deep affection for each other.

Seeing that Su Xinghe had performed such a grand ceremony upon entering, Wu Yazi did not blame him this time. Instead, he looked at him with a kind expression and instructed him:

“Xinghe… I have given the token of the Xiaoyao Sect’s leadership to Ling boy and have already accepted him as my disciple. In the future, he will be your junior brother and the next leader of the Xiaoyao Sect. You must do your best to assist him.”

"Yes, master!"

Su Xinghe understood the meaning of Wu Yazi's dying words, and he was overcome with grief, tears streaming down his face.

Then, Wu Yazi turned to look at the bewildered Wang Yuyan beside him, a gentle expression on his face, and said softly:

"Girl, to see you before I die is truly a blessing from heaven! It's just a pity..."

At this point, a hint of regret and desolation flashed in Wu Yazi's eyes, and he slowly shook his head and sighed:

"It's a pity I never got to meet your mother; that's a regret I'll carry for the rest of my life."

Upon hearing this, Wang Yuyan was startled and suddenly realized that Wu Yazi seemed to be telling her his last wishes, and a wave of sadness washed over her.

Although she didn't have much affection for this grandfather, seeing him so weak at this moment still made her eyes well up with tears.

After all, blood is thicker than water, and no matter what, they have an unbreakable bond of kinship.

She fought back tears, staring intently at Wuyazi on the stone platform, and said in a trembling yet firm voice:

"Grandpa, you'll be alright. Feng and the others are so capable, they can definitely save you!"

"Silly girl, don't cry. Grandpa is dying. They did their best."

Seeing Wang Yuyan's tearful appearance, Wu Yazi felt sorry for his granddaughter and began to comfort her.

For Wuyazi at this moment, death was not scary; on the contrary, he even looked forward to it.

For decades, he had been in a state of living a life worse than death.

Because he was ambushed by Ding Chunqiu and became paralyzed and unable to move, Wu Yazi could only barely sustain his life with his profound internal strength.

However, his body was already teetering on the brink of collapse, like a candle flickering in the wind.

So over the years, he lived a very painful life, and every day felt like an eternity.

Even so, Wu Yazi still chose to continue to eke out a living.

This was not because he was afraid of death, but because he had many unfulfilled wishes and regrets, and was unwilling to die like this.

Now, although these regrets still exist, he has reached the end of his life, and there is no possibility of turning back.

Fortunately, just as he was about to pass away, heaven bestowed upon him a perfect successor—Ling Feng.

It was Lin Feng's appearance that gave Wu Yazi a glimmer of hope to make up for his regrets.