All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 59 Old grudges revived

The woman in white was undoubtedly Li Qiushui. It's just unknown where the two of them are headed now.

Given the rather strange perception abilities displayed by Li Qiushui, Zhang Cheng dared not get too close at the moment.

He decided to rest where he was and travel a day's distance from the other party.

Even if that old woman was cunning, she probably couldn't have imagined that someone could still track down the two of them after just one day.

He caught some food in the forest, ate and drank his fill, and then lay down to sleep.

When Zhang Cheng woke up the next day, he stretched his muscles and bones briefly before continuing to follow the tracks he had left the day before.

Although his cultivation level was comparable to that of Kumārajīva, he was far faster than his opponent due to the blessing of "traveling alone for a thousand miles".

Having traveled a day's distance, catching up was actually much easier than before.

He followed the footprints and went deeper into the area.

Gradually, the surrounding environment became desolate. Trees were sparse, weeds grew rampant, and a chilling cold filled the air.

Zhang Cheng looked up.

In the distance, a majestic snow-capped mountain stands between heaven and earth, its steep slopes shrouded in mist, its peaks covered in snow that gleams dazzlingly white in the sunlight.

Zhang Cheng squinted.

Before he transmigrated, he was terrible with directions and his geography was awful, but after three years here, he's learned to recognize everything he needs to.

This looks like the Tianshan Mountains?

Well, now he knows where Kumārajīva and Li Qiushui are going.

Tianshan Mountain, Misty Peak, Lingjiu Palace.

A little girl is practicing martial arts in a stone chamber.

She looked no more than eight or nine years old, but her clothes and appearance were all those of an adult woman.

She wore a long black dress, a jade belt around her waist, and her hair was styled in a high bun with a jade hairpin inserted in it.

Despite her delicate and lovely appearance, she exudes an air of authority and looks old-fashioned.

This stone chamber is quite spacious, with its four walls covered in densely packed small characters. These include internal energy cultivation methods and fist and palm techniques, all of which are profound martial arts of the Free and Unfettered Sect.

Although the girl was small in stature, she moved with surprising speed and power. With a set of palm techniques, her palms danced and whistled, causing the oil lamp on the wall to flicker unpredictably.

She is the master of Lingjiu Palace, the eldest senior disciple among the second-generation disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect, Tianshan Tonglao.

She had practiced a miraculous skill that could grant immortality and reverse aging. This skill was supposed to be learned only after adulthood, but she was exceptionally talented and began to learn it on her own at the age of six.

From that moment on, her body remained frozen in that childlike state.

Originally, once she had fully mastered this extraordinary skill, she would have been able to grow normally again. However, something went wrong along the way, causing her to suffer a qi deviation, making it impossible for her body to grow any further, and she would be a dwarf for the rest of her life.

As a result, she became withdrawn and violent.

Now she is ninety-six years old, her relatives have all passed away, she has no friends, and love remains elusive. She spends her days holed up in Lingjiu Palace, practicing martial arts to dispel her sorrow.

After finishing her set of palm techniques, the Old Woman stopped and stood still, about to rest.

Suddenly, she realized that someone had broken into the stone chamber.

"Who goes there? You're hiding like a coward, come out here!"

Although her voice was as clear and melodious as a young girl's, it carried an air of dignified authority.

"Amitabha." A Buddhist chant rang out, and a Tibetan monk dressed in a yellow robe slowly emerged from the shadows.

"This humble monk, Kumārajīva, greets Senior Witch."

He clasped his hands together, his expression solemn and dignified, a gentle smile on his face, but his gaze was fixed on the inscriptions on the four walls, which he stared at intently.

"Is this the martial arts you practiced in this stone chamber? It looks truly exquisite."

Granny Tong frowned. She hadn't ventured into the martial world for a long time, and most of her contemporaries were already dead. How did this monk know her surname?

However, she had a fiery temper and didn't bother with much thought. Once she captured the person, she would naturally find a way to get to the bottom of things.

"You barbarian monk, you came uninvited and dare to spy on the essence of my Free and Unfettered Sect's martial arts," she said coldly. "You're courting death."

No sooner had she finished speaking than she moved, leaping into the air and reaching out to grab Kumārajīva's chest.

Although she was small in stature, her pounce was as fast as lightning, and her palm strike was fierce, aiming straight for vital points.

Kumārajīva already knew what kind of expert his opponent was on his way here, so he naturally wouldn't be distracted by the martial arts on the wall.

Seeing the old woman rushing towards him, he raised his hand and condensed a fiery blade of energy to meet her head-on.

"Bang!" The palms collided. The energy surged, and a powerful wind swept through the stone chamber.

Kumārajīva stumbled back three steps before regaining his balance. The Old Woman, however, only took half a step back.

She was slightly surprised. Although she hadn't used her full strength in that palm strike, she had still used six or seven tenths of her power. This Tibetan monk had not only withstood her blow, but had even forced her back half a step?

Furthermore, the internal energy technique used by the opponent seems to be—

"Senior sister, after all these years, you still have such a fiery temper." A soft and melodious voice came from the entrance of the stone chamber.

A white figure drifted in and stood side by side with Kumārajīva.

Li Qiushui was dressed in white, with a graceful figure and a light veil covering her face, revealing only her eyes as clear as autumn water.

A cold glint flashed in the old woman's eyes. "Who do we have here? It's you, you wicked wretch."

She sneered, "I never expected that you, this treacherous wretch, would actually spread the martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect to outsiders and even bring people to my Lingjiu Palace."

Li Qiushui wasn't annoyed, and her tone remained gentle: "What makes you say that, Senior Sister? Am I not allowed to take on disciples and pass on my skills?"

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She paused, then continued, "Besides, this Lingjiu Palace is Master's former residence. It was you, Senior Sister, who was so domineering and forceful that you occupied this place after Master passed away, forbidding Senior Brother and me from coming up here."

"You're talking nonsense!" Tong Lao shouted angrily, her small body bursting with astonishing power.

"Oh dear, I'm sorry, I misspoke." Li Qiushui covered her mouth and chuckled. "It's not that I don't want you to come up, it's that I don't want to see you, you little dwarf."

She emphasized the last three words, and then burst into unrestrained laughter.

"Hahahaha—!" The laughter echoed in the stone chamber, extremely jarring.

The old woman's face instantly turned ashen.

What she hates most in her life is people talking about her figure.

What's more, the person who spoke was the very culprit who caused her to go mad and be destined to be a dwarf for life.

Her eyes flashed with murderous intent. With a wave of her hand, the cup of tea prepared for her to drink after her training, which was on a small table in the corner of the stone chamber, was drawn to her by an invisible force.

The tea condensed in mid-air and fell into her palm. Activating her inner strength, a crystal-clear piece of solid ice floated in her hand.

With a flick of her wrist, the piece of solid ice shot out like a hidden weapon, heading straight for Li Qiushui's face.

Seeing this, Kumārajīva waved his right hand.

A fiery blade of energy shot out and collided violently with the solid ice in mid-air!

"Hiss—" The internal forces of the two clashed, and the solid ice was steamed into a white mist by the high temperature of the flame blade energy, which spread throughout the stone chamber.

Upon seeing this, the old woman's pupils contracted slightly.

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