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After a long time, the Little Demon on patrol discovered several people lying on the ground, already devoid of life.
They were naturally killed by Changshan and Changhai. Their deaths were due to overestimating their own abilities.
In the Arena, everyone had not yet had the chance to see the two of them unleash their full power before they were defeated.
However, this does not mean that he is weak.
After all, he is a genuine member of the Heavenly Principle Sect...
The banquet lasted for three days, and everyone had a great time.
Delicious food and drink, beautiful mountains and rivers provided a rare opportunity for everyone to relax.
During this time, Dunkong also had an extensive conversation with Ye Mingshang, naturally sneaking in quite a bit of meat and fine wine.
Of course, after sobering up, he would spend half a day reciting scriptures and repenting.
Time passed quickly, like a galloping horse slipping through a gap, as The passage of time is like the changing of clouds and the shifting of dogs.
Soon, a month had gone by. Dunkong had already said his goodbyes, and the guests had long since departed.
Ye Mingshang sat alone on a chair made of century-old agarwood outside the attic, with a traditional wooden Tea Table in front of him holding an old thread-bound book.
It was very old-fashioned, with a blue background and white stripes, featuring black characters.
The four large characters on the cover were like iron strokes on silver hooks.
"Heavenly Dao's Secrets."
Gently rubbing the cover, Ye Mingshang murmured.
This book was the one left by Changshan during the Arena Tournament a month ago.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to it, but later it was picked up by a Little Demon and handed to him.
He had been studying this book for a month, but its contents were all from the Tao Te Ching, nothing worth noting.
"Is this just something they brought to fool people?" Shaking his head, Ye Mingshang smirked and casually tossed the book into the nearby fire pit.
Turning around, he leaned against the railing and gazed into the distance.
The sun had just set halfway, large and red, casting a fiery hue over the clouds at the horizon.
"It seems tomorrow will be a nice day."
Suddenly, he felt his face becoming very hot, as if it were being scorched by fire.
Turning to look, he found that the flames in the fire pit were unusually vigorous.
"Oh no!"
Startled, Ye Mingshang quickly jumped aside.
"How did this fire get so big?" Looking at the flames that nearly reached the roof, Ye Mingshang felt puzzled.
Narrowing his eyes, he focused on the fire pit and soon discovered the source of the raging flames.
"That book?!" Ye Mingshang exclaimed in surprise.
This book had such strange properties? Could it have been soaked in oil?
Suddenly, a flash of bright light caught his attention, and Ye Mingshang instinctively squinted.
"That is..."
With a flick of his hand, he summoned a gust of black wind to extinguish the flames.
As he stepped closer to investigate, he realized that the book inside the fire pit was gone, leaving only a piece of Gold Paper.
The texture of the Gold Paper was quite good. He picked it up and casually shook it a couple of times, easily shaking off the ash without any residue.
"The great way encompasses all; we are all servants of fate..."
The first line resonated in Ye Mingshang's mind like thunder.
He continued to read on...
"Under the vast sky, all beings experience birth, aging, illness, and death, along with disasters and suffering... If one seeks freedom and the true self, one must destroy the heavens to achieve it."
After reading for a short while, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but scoff.
"Hah, is this some kind of recruitment from a pyramid scheme?"
"Destroying the heavens? Isn't that a bit arrogant?"
Losing interest, he summoned flames in his palm, ready to incinerate it.
"Eh!"
However, this Gold Paper seemed to be more than just simple gold; his flames could not destroy it.
"In that case..."
He thought and pulled at it with both hands.
The Gold Paper was quite resilient; it stretched out long but did not tear.
"Hah, the material is rather rare. Since it can't be destroyed, then forget it."
He casually tossed aside the Gold Paper and returned to his room.
The next morning, as dawn broke, Ye Mingshang opened his eyes.
He looked around, and a flash of light caught his eye.
"What?!"
Looking down, he saw the Gold Paper had somehow landed on his chest.
"I clearly threw it away, how could it come back?" Ye Mingshang frowned.
"It doesn't make sense. If someone was here, I shouldn't be able to sense it."
After thinking for a while and unable to figure it out, Ye Mingshang picked up the paper and waved it casually a couple of times.
"There's nothing unusual about it. Why did it come back by itself?"
As he pondered, Ye Mingshang focused his thoughts and rubbed the jade pendant hanging on his chest.
With a swoosh, a dark light flashed, and a two-meter-long ink spear appeared, happily circling around him twice.
"Alright, stop messing around for now. Let's see what this thing is all about and if it has any spirit."
Listening to Ye Mingshang's words, the ink spear obediently turned slightly, as if examining the Gold Paper.
After looking at it, it poked at the paper with its Spear Tip.
"How is it? Does it have a spirit?" Ye Mingshang asked.
The ink gun swayed left and right a couple of times, indicating no.
"Alright, you can go back now." With a helpless sigh, Ye Mingshang put the ink gun back into the jade pendant.
Furrowing his brows, he stared at the Gold Paper for a long time but couldn't make sense of it. Finally, he simply pressed it under the Ashtray on the table.
"I want to see how you get out."
After clapping his hands, Ye Mingshang left.
He had made an appointment with Feather Crane to go picnic by the Creekside.
Of course, it wasn't just the two of them; there were also Stone Giant, Little Loli, and a few other friends.
"Brother Feather Crane, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Haha, Young Master is too polite; I just arrived."
At Creekside, the group sat together happily chatting and occasionally clinking their cups.
However, they weren't drinking alcohol; instead, it was juice made from mountain berries.
"Young Master, it's been over a month since your marriage. What are your plans for the future?" Feather Crane's implication was to ask whether he would stay or continue to venture out for training.
"Haha, I'm not someone who can sit still. Staying in the mountains all the time would drive me crazy." Ye Mingshang didn't answer directly, but his meaning was clear.
"Young Master is a free person, unwilling to be confined to one place. This is something that Crane greatly envies."
"If you want to leave, you can come with me in a few days."
"Haha, if that's the case, my father would definitely skin me alive."
The group played until evening before returning home. At that time, Li Mengyu was at home organizing her clothes.
Suddenly, she was hugged from behind. She felt a bit shy but knew it was her husband.
"You're so annoying, coming back and doing this right away."
"Haha, I missed you! If I did this with someone else, wouldn't you be jealous?"
Saying this, Ye Mingshang lifted Li Mengyu onto his shoulder and headed upstairs.
"Hey, what are you doing!"
"Practicing, practicing."
As the moon shone brightly and the stars twinkled, clouds quietly covered the moon as if blushing, too shy to look at the spring scene below.
(To be continued.)
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