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“Rouer, come here. Sect Master Uncle has something to say to you,” Miao Shengnan said, looking at Rouer.
Frowning, Wu held onto Rouer's hand tightly. When Rouer managed to break free, she walked over to Miao Shengnan, who whispered something inaudible into her ear. Then, Miao Shengnan grasped Rouer's hand, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her smile as tragic as a wilting flower.
“Rouer’s hometown is Liu Family Village, fifty miles south of Western Shu,” Miao Shengnan transmitted to Wu.
After finishing, Miao Shengnan took out a Sword Manual from her bosom and said, “From now on, Lu Wu will be the guest elder of Emei Sect and the Guardian of the Mountain, passing down the One Sword Technique. All disciples of Emei shall treat Lu Wu as they would treat me.”
Everyone turned to look at Wu.
“What should I do? Should I agree or not?” Wu suddenly transmitted. “It’s obvious they want to drag me into this.”
Emei was barely surviving, existing in name only. Relying on Bai Xiaoxiang clearly wouldn’t revive Emei. Moreover, the One Sword Technique and Sword Manual had been stolen many years ago; it was a manual that one couldn’t practice even if it were right in front of them. Miao Shengnan had carried the One Sword Technique for so many years without mastering it herself. Practicing within thirty strokes was already a stretch for Wu, who was not skilled with a sword. Accepting this task was clearly a thankless job.
I transmitted, “Look at Rouer’s pitiful expression. If you don’t agree, she might eat you alive. Anyway, there’s plenty of time ahead; just agree for now.”
“Fine, I’ll trust you this once!” Wu reluctantly thought, then awkwardly stepped forward to take the One Sword Technique from the Emei Sect Leader.
I glanced at the Sword Techniques within the One Sword Technique using the insights from Martial Dao Classic. I memorized all the Sword Techniques; although I couldn’t master the One Sword Technique immediately, remembering all three hundred fifty-six killing sword forms would still benefit my swordsmanship.
“In the future, when you see your senior sister, please apologize to her on behalf of the master,” Miao Shengnan murmured, her breath fading as she lowered her head and lost all vitality.
All Emei disciples knelt on the ground, wailing as they bid farewell to their Sect Leader.
I held Zhou Manman close and said, “Manman, I’m so glad to see you’re okay.”
Zhou Manman hugged me back. She glanced at Yunxi with a hint of melancholy in her eyes.
Meanwhile, standing aside, Miao Guanyin’s Mud Bodhisattva's Form shattered, revealing her true self. Her face was pale and she looked extremely fatigued.
"Manman, come with me," Miao Guanyin said, her voice hoarse as she coughed.
Zhou Manman looked at Miao Guanyin and hurriedly stepped forward to support her, her face filled with concern. "Senior, why are you in such a state? Let me help you heal."
Miao Guanyin shook her head. "It's no use. The Mud Bodhisattva's Form is my end. The matter of passing on my teachings must remain secret. You all may leave."
Guo Daozhen bowed and said, "We bid farewell to Senior Miao Guanyin!"
All of us echoed, "We bid farewell to Senior Miao Guanyin!"
Miao Guanyin glanced back at us, and with blooming lotus flowers beneath her feet, she quickly took Zhou Manman away from that place.
Dozens of miles away, Miao Guanyin and Zhou Manman landed atop a desolate mountain. She gazed at the magnificent landscape before her and said, "Years ago, when my master was gravely injured and on the brink of death, he nearly failed to pass the Ascension Elixir to me before departing this world. Fortunately, I have lived long enough; though the Great Zhou Compass is powerful, it has not yet led to my immediate demise."
"Senior, my skills are lacking, and I am unworthy of such responsibility. You..."
Zhou Manman's words were cut off by Miao Guanyin's serious interruption. "Call me Master."
Zhou Manman knelt down and bowed her head to Miao Guanyin, calling out, "Master."
Miao Guanyin nodded, and a dazzling white Array Pattern illuminated her body. The Array Pattern twisted and turned like branches entwined around her form. Above her head floated a warm jade-colored light orb.
The orb appeared in the air, and immediately the surroundings burst into vibrant spring flowers; everything began to thrive. The previously chilly air transformed into a warmth reminiscent of spring in an instant.
Miao Guanyin frowned as she looked at the light orb in her hand. Upon closer inspection, she noticed shocking cracks running across its surface.
With a sigh, Miao Guanyin remarked, "When my master was gravely injured years ago, the Ascension Elixir already bore cracks. I never expected that after just receiving another severe blow, the Ascension Elixir would crack again. It seems that by the time it reaches your generation, the Guanyin Monastery will have reached its end."
Miao Guanyin extended her palm, and the Sutra spread out, enveloping the Ascension Elixir and penetrating into Zhou Manman's body.
Zhou Manman's garments fluttered without wind; she appeared slightly pained as a beam of white light lifted her, radiating a blinding glow that made her look like Guanyin descending from the heavens.
A lotus flower condensed on Zhou Manman's forehead, accentuating her ethereal presence.
Miao Guanyin spoke, "The Ascension Elixir was passed down from the first abbess of Nanhai Guanyin Monastery, Mud Buddha. In her time, she was unparalleled, defeating the Sword Demon and slaying Yama. Though she never faced the Nine Thunder Tribulation, she was indeed the only one to survive beneath it, surpassing the Tribulation Realm. Within her formed an Ascension Elixir, an immortal elixir passed down through generations. For a thousand years, Guanyin Monastery has taken it upon itself to maintain peace, vanquishing demons and purifying the world. From now on, you shall be the last abbess of Guanyin Monastery; you are Zhou Guanyin."
Suspended in mid-air, Zhou Manman faintly heard Miao Guanyin's words reach her ears. The Ascension Elixir was unlike ordinary inner elixirs; it bore ancient secret methods. Once the Ascension Elixir fused with its host, it would recognize them as its true master and grant complete control. Not only did the Ascension Elixir contain the power accumulated over generations, but it also held corresponding insights. Thus, Zhou Manman’s mind was filled with shifting Light Shadows as she witnessed the experiences and realizations of past abbesses. Simultaneously, her Meridians and internal energy were rapidly transforming, elevating her power from Nascent Soul Realm to Dao Fruit Realm, and then from Dao Fruit Realm to Mahayana Realm.
There was likely no other Cultivation Method or elixir in existence that could elevate a person's power so significantly in such a short time without backlash.
Once Zhou Manman regained consciousness, she felt completely at ease, as light as a swallow, slowly descending.
"To reach full Mahayana Realm in such a short time without backlash is astonishing," Zhou Manman thought in shock. Throughout history, passing down skills had been exceedingly difficult; no matter how diligently one studied, it was impossible to increase the probability of successful transmission to even one-tenth. Many Mahayana Realm leaders regretted their inability to pass on their power to their disciples before their deaths. The outcome was often fatal; thus, unless one was truly desperate, few would choose this shortcut. However, the Southern Sea Lineage thrived for generations and produced Supremes precisely because of the Ascension Elixir.
After landing, Zhou Manman initially wanted to share this good news with Miao Guanyin. But when she saw Miao Guanyin sitting on the ground, frail and serene in appearance, she couldn't help but kneel and bow three times.
Without the support of the Ascension Elixir, Miao Guanyin's appearance had aged drastically; her once-smooth hair had turned as white as snowflakes, and she had lost considerable weight. She had sustained severe injuries and could no longer return but wore a look of contentment on her face.
"Master..." Zhou Manman wept uncontrollably.
After burying Miao Guanyin, Zhou Manman flew straight toward Red Maple Forest. Beneath her feet bloomed countless lotuses; what she did not know was that three whole years had passed since Miao Guanyin brought her to this desolate mountain.
Behind Zhou Manman appeared a Gray-Robed Old Daoist who wondered aloud, "Another potential Supreme? Perhaps a disciple of Miao Guanyin? No wonder Lightfeather emanates from here. But if this is indeed Miao Guanyin's legacy, who were those three Supremes that died before—Old Scholar? Or Sword Elder?"
The Gray-Robed Old Daoist landed atop the mountain and gazed at a solitary grave on a Gathering Spirit Treasure Land. He picked a handful of wildflowers and placed them on the grave while reciting: "The mighty Yangtze River flows eastward; its waves wash away heroes. Right and wrong fade into nothingness; how many matters from ancient times are reduced to mere laughter? Even someone as strong as Miao Guanyin cannot escape death's grasp. Shouldn't I too have such an end?"
Taihe Zhenren was lost in thought when he suddenly heard the sound of wind. He quickly found a place to hide, concealing his presence.
The newcomer was a handsome young man with hair swept back, flowing and smooth, resembling a dashing gentleman.
"This young man's Dao Qi fluctuations are at the Mahayana Realm. I've never heard of such a person before. Is he a friend of Yang Hao's group?" Taihe Zhenren mused to himself.
The young man looked down at the solitary grave beneath him. Dark energy spread from his hand as he forcefully dug into the earth, causing the corpse of Miao Guanyin to rise from the grave. The young man placed his hand on Miao Guanyin's head, and a strange and domineering Demonic Pattern surged into her aged body.
Hidden in the shadows, Taihe Zhenren felt his anger boil; he had never seen such disrespect towards a Supreme being. Just as he was about to leap out and kill the young man, he suddenly sensed movement behind him.
Behind the young man approached several individuals fully possessed by Demonic Patterns. Their pupils were pitch black, their faces expressionless, but Taihe Zhenren recognized two of them. One was Miao Shengnan, the leader of the Emei Sect, and the other was an Old Scholar he had encountered at Sword Pavilion.
The young man smirked wickedly, gesturing for Miao Guanyin to stand behind him. He surveyed the lineup of figures: Miao Guanyin, the abbess of Nanhai Guanyin Monastery; White-Robed Old Scholar, the master of Yin Mountain; Miao Shengnan, the leader of Emei Mountain; and Meng Xuanjian, Grand Elder of the Serpent Cult. He couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter trembling and frantic.
"I, Song Qianqiu, can endure more than any of you! In the Yin-Yang Realms, everyone will become Puppets!"
Taihe Zhenren felt a chill run down his spine. Having lived for many years, he had never witnessed such a terrifying scene. He recalled that day at Sword Pavilion when countless dead bodies had risen again, only to vanish later with a single word from the extraordinary Rain Master Luo. At that time, Li Chang'an's corpse had also come back to life but was subsequently slain.
In Taihe Zhenren's view, even if the Demon King's Scripture was powerful, it had its limits; it couldn't control everyone indefinitely—especially not masters at the Mahayana Realm or other Supreme Level experts.
"I need to inform Yang Hao's group about this... damn..." Just as Taihe Zhenren was about to quietly leave, he looked up to see Song Qianqiu standing on a moonlit hilltop, staring directly at him.
Taihe Zhenren chuckled awkwardly and said, "Oh, young man scaring people in the middle of the night—can't even take a dump in peace."
Song Qianqiu replied, "I've noticed you too, Wudang disciple. The descendant of Taihe Sect, Mahayana Realm expert Taihe Zhenren."
Taihe Zhenren's face turned awkward as he said, "You must have mistaken me. Even if I am indeed Taihe Zhenren, I'm just sitting here minding my own business. I haven't seen anything. If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
Taihe Zhenren turned to head down the mountain when Song Qianqiu said, "There's no need to rush. You've seen what you shouldn't have and heard what you shouldn't have. I don't intend to kill you. As long as you are loyal to me and willing to be my subordinate, I can spare your life."
Taihe Zhenren felt a bit flustered, realizing that preserving his life was the priority. He replied, "Since Young Hero Song holds me in such high regard, I am naturally willing to serve as your subordinate."
Song Qianqiu opened his hand, revealing a black pill. He said, "Swallow this Ghost King Pill, and I will trust you. It will poison you once a month, and I will provide the antidote on time."
"Heh heh. You're overthinking it, young man!" Taihe Zhenren chuckled softly, and the Azure Pine Ancient Sword behind him unsheathed with a clang, its sword energy surging towards Song Qianqiu.
Song Qianqiu stood with his hands behind his back, and a void defense shield appeared in front of him. The water-like ripples spread out as the tip of the sword pierced through the shield but slowed down significantly, being caught between Song Qianqiu's two fingers while Taihe Zhenren flew away into the distance.
A muffled grunt was heard as a Great Halberd swung towards Taihe Zhenren. He blocked it with both hands and was sent flying backward.
A towering figure appeared before Taihe Zhenren. This person was several times larger than an ordinary human, standing seven or eight meters tall, wielding a Sinister Red War Spear—he was the Ghost King.
Song Qianqiu flicked the Azure Pine Ancient Sword from his hand, and Taihe Zhenren caught the ancient sword, his expression alarmed, brows furrowed tightly as cold sweat dripped down.
Song Qianqiu smiled and said, "Keep running."
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