Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
Mo Wen spent an entire hour struggling to finish reading the letter. Of course, a considerable amount of that time was spent in thought, but primarily, the letter was indeed quite lengthy. The initial part of the letter was relatively normal, introducing the Sect, but as it progressed, the tone shifted dramatically, resembling the stone tablet at the entrance. After rolling the letter back up and placing it in its original spot, Mo Wen learned a great deal about the Tai Chi Xuantian Sect from its contents. According to the oral traditions passed down by generations of sect masters, the history of the Tai Chi Xuantian Sect is indeed very ancient. It is said that the founding ancestor might have lived during the early days of the last era or even the one before that. To Mo Wen's era, this last era would be considered ancient or even primordial times, which made him involuntarily gasp.
The Former Sect Master was quite thoughtful, addressing all potential questions Mo Wen might have while reading. The latter half of the letter resembled a storybook, detailing how he inherited the legacy of the Tai Chi Xuantian Sect and how lonely yet exceptional he felt. Ultimately, he concluded that someone as outstanding as himself should not languish in this cave waiting for death; the outside world was vibrant and filled with beautiful women, and he needed to go out and explore. Following the tradition of past sect masters, he wrote a letter before leaving. This seemed quite normal for a sect like Tai Chi Xuantian Sect; it was how he inherited his position, just as the Former Sect Master had done. This meant that someone like Mo Wen, who had never met the Former Sect Master, was not uncommon in the history of Du Miao Sect. If no successor could be found after a millennium, they would leave a farewell letter in this courtyard and depart gracefully. Each sect master reasonably entrusted the task of expanding and flourishing the Sect to their successor. The current sect master was even more ruthless, warning his successor that if they failed to grow the Sect, he would haunt them as a ghost. However, Mo Wen was not intimidated by this harmless threat; he did not believe in ghosts or gods.
Looking at the two scrolls on the table that had yet to be touched, these should be the secret manuals mentioned in the letter. The letter did not provide much information about them, only stating that these two manuals were extraordinarily profound but had extremely demanding cultivation requirements. As for how profound they were, it merely left one sentence: "It can only be understood intuitively and cannot be conveyed in words."
Gazing at the two scrolls on the table, Mo Wen felt an intense curiosity. He did not know what realm the Former Sect Master had reached, but based on what was described in the letter, it likely surpassed even Old Lu's abilities. For someone of such a realm to feel that their profundity could only be grasped intuitively was astonishing indeed. Although curious, Mo Wen did not rush to read them; he needed to adjust his state first. After enduring prolonged exhaustion outside and only partially recovering yesterday, he still had a long way to go before fully recuperating. Completing his recovery and maintaining his best condition before studying Kung Fu or practicing was a habit instilled in him by Old Lu. He also believed this approach benefited his cultivation as it demonstrated his dedication.
Looking at the Pillow before him—though not mentioned in the letter—even that old fellow who cherished worldly pleasures staying here for so many years without deteriorating was quite remarkable.
Sitting cross-legged on the Pillow and reflecting on his gains from this journey—he had entered Bei Yin Mountain precisely for more rewards—he felt satisfied with what he had gathered thus far as his first objective for this trip.
Comment 0 Comment Count