All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Chapter 77 Past Entanglements

Zhang Cheng suppressed his inner turmoil and asked again, "Then why didn't you stop her from seeking pleasure with handsome men in the cave? Why did she run away because of Ding Chunqiu? And how did things end up like this?"

Wu Yazi sighed.

"After I finished carving the jade statue, I knew that my heart had already shifted, and the person I loved was no longer my junior sister who was beside me in bed. I felt guilty, so I let Qiu Shui Mei go and have fun with some men she liked."

"But then—" Wu Yazi's voice suddenly turned cold, "she set her sights on my disciple. How could the centuries-old reputation of the Xiaoyao Sect be ruined by my hand?"

Wu Yazi continued, "I had murderous intent and wanted to get rid of Ding Chunqiu. However, I had suffered a qi deviation due to extreme anger, which damaged my vital energy. I dared not go into seclusion to recuperate, fearing that she might actually do something illicit with that wicked disciple during my seclusion. Therefore, I rushed to clean up my sect, but I was careless and was instead knocked off the cliff by Ding Chunqiu."

Zhang Cheng thought to himself: This matches Li Qiushui's guess.

However, he still felt that Wuyazi's overturning of the carriage was a bit too casual.

He went mad with qi deviation, dared not retreat into seclusion, and was too eager to cleanse his own sect, only to be counterattacked—a series of fluid and decisive moves sent him to a mountain cave where he remained for thirty years. Truly shameful.

As he was pondering this, Wu Yazi, seeing that he remained silent, took the initiative to ask, "Although you just used the Lesser Formless Skill, you actually used the Northern Darkness True Qi, right?"

Zhang Cheng nodded.

After actually practicing it, he discovered that although the Qi circulation route of the Beiming Divine Skill was the opposite of conventional martial arts, it could perfectly complement Li Qiushui's Xiaowuxiang Skill and Tonglao's Tianchangdijiu Bulao Changchun Skill, and even benefit each other in many ways.

There must be some connection between these three martial arts, or they may simply have been derived from the same extraordinary skill.

However, Zhang Cheng has not yet successfully re-integrated the three martial arts styles.

When Wu Yazi saw him nod, a complex look flashed in his eyes.

"Given the personalities of my fellow disciples, they would never tell you about their past unless they were nearing their end. The fact that you were able to find clues from their last words and come to me on your own shows your intelligence."

He paused, then continued, "Furthermore, your willingness to dedicate so many years to fulfilling their last wishes proves your respect for your teachers. Though not handsome, you possess a dignified air. Moreover, you are endowed with the Northern Darkness Divine Art, your martial arts so advanced that you could silently conquer the Milky Way—it seems truly to be the will of Heaven."

Zhang Cheng: ?

Wu Yazi looked at Zhang Cheng, his eyes filled with a sense of relief: "Since it is fate, my master has something I would like to ask you for help with. I can pay you the reward first."

"What is it that you are referring to, Senior Uncle?"

"I can pass on all my skills to you. As long as you get rid of Ding Chunqiu and clean up my sect."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Cheng didn't respond to that question. Instead, he asked, "You're willing to pass on your skills, which means you don't intend to continue using this power to prolong your life. If that's the case, why not just pass on your skills to Senior Brother Su directly? Why wait until now?"

Wu Yazi sighed: "Xinghe's talent was originally quite good, but unfortunately I led him astray. He became distracted and went to learn those frivolous things like playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and he doesn't know many of the superior martial arts of my Xiaoyao Sect. Even if he took my internal energy, it's hard to say how much he could use."

He paused, a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Moreover, he knew that I wouldn't survive if I lost my power, so he absolutely refused to let me pass on my skills."

Zhang Cheng nodded, indicating his understanding.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "I see. Then why didn't you let him call for help? Neither your senior uncle nor your master would refuse, would they?"

Wu Yazi was silent for a moment: "This matter is, after all, a family scandal, so how could I possibly trouble them?"

Zhang Cheng's expression darkened slightly after hearing this.

"If you're too embarrassed to bother them, your disciples and their descendants will suffer. For decades, Su Xinghe has pretended to be deaf and dumb to guard against Ding Chunqiu, and even turned his own disciples into cripples."

His tone turned cold: "And what about you? For the sake of saving face, you let Ding Chunqiu roam freely for over thirty years. I think you should also be held responsible for the deaths he caused during that time."

Wu Yazi opened his mouth, but for a moment he was speechless.

Zhang Cheng looked at him, a cold smile playing on his lips. He really couldn't condone the Free and Unfettered Sect's practice of choosing disciples based on looks rather than character.

However, he was too lazy to argue with Wuyazi about these things at this time.

"Is there anything else you need my help with? You can tell me now." His tone softened.

Wu Yazi remained silent for a moment, then released his inner force, and a gemstone ring flew out from his body and landed in Zhang Cheng's hand.

The ring was made entirely of black jade, inlaid with a thumb-sized seven-colored gemstone that shone brightly under the soft light of the luminous pearl.

"This is the Seven Treasures Ring of the Xiaoyao Sect Leader." Wu Yazi looked at him solemnly, "and I'll give it to you as well."

I am now the only second-generation disciple of the Free and Unfettered Sect left, and I will soon perish after passing on my skills. Xinghe's cultivation level is insufficient to support the Free and Unfettered Sect's legacy.

From this day forward, you will be the new leader of the Free and Unfettered Sect, the third generation of the Free and Unfettered Master.

Zhang Cheng fiddled with the ring without saying a word.

Wu Yazi suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, I wonder where my senior sister and junior sister are buried?"

"I buried them together in the Tianshan Mountains," Zhang Cheng casually made up.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yazi nodded slightly.

"Is that so? Then please bury me near them after I die. Bury me with this painting."

He released his inner force again, and a small scroll flew out from his body, drifting towards Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng reached out and caught it.

Wu Yazi nodded slightly when he saw that Wu Yazi had taken the ring and the scroll.

"I have nothing else to say. Take my internal energy."

After Zhang Cheng finished speaking, he raised his hand and tossed the small reel upstairs through the hole, giving the old lady upstairs something to do.

Wu Yazi's expression changed: "You!"

"Alright," Zhang Cheng interrupted him. "I can heal your injuries. You can go pick them up yourself in a bit."

As soon as he finished speaking, he exhaled a burst of energy, and the rope suspending Wu Yazi snapped.

Wu Yazi's body sank, and he fell downwards.

Zhang Cheng reached out and caught him, placing him steadily on the ground, making him lie face down, and then sat down on him.

Wu Yazi's face was full of astonishment: "What are you doing?"

"I'll heal your injuries." Zhang Cheng patted his back. "Circulate your internal energy and feel the changes within your body."

Although Wu Yazi was full of doubts, he still followed his instructions and practiced his internal energy.

As the [Iron Cavalry Follows] buff took effect, a warm current emanated from Zhang Cheng and flowed into his body.

As the warm current passed by, Wu Yazi, noticing the changes in himself, stopped talking, closed his eyes, and focused on circulating his internal energy to accelerate the healing process.