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Zuo Dao and Second Ancestor left Great Wind City, continuing on the path of the Seven Disciples. This allowed the cultivators of Great Wind City to breathe a sigh of relief; having such a Killer God in the city made everyone uneasy. At this moment, Meteor Pavilion completely disregarded Zuo Dao's existence.
As they walked in silence beyond the city gates, Zuo Dao suddenly stopped.
"Actually, you don't have to do this. With your cultivation as Ancient Ancestors, you would be treated as esteemed guests wherever you go. Why follow a poor man like me?"
Yao Ziming remained silent, merely glancing at Fire Rush, who sighed.
"Young Master, if you had said this when we established the Great Dao Oath, I might have considered it. But now? Before you exhaust your treasures, Old Fire is just one of your subordinates."
Seeing Fire Rush's mischievous smile, Zuo Dao had no response. Yao Ziming likely shared the same sentiment.
"These two old ghosts," he muttered, shaking his head.
"Alright, no matter what you plan to do, it's up to you. Just let me know when you want to leave. Let's go."
This time, Zuo Dao chose not to walk but instead let Yao and Fire Rush summon a beam of light, shooting like a meteor into the distance.
"You really want to leave like this?" Fire Rush asked Zuo Dao, with Yao Ziming looking over as well.
"There’s only one chance; how you choose is up to you."
"Why are both of you staring at me?" Zuo Dao felt a bit frantic under the gaze of two old men who had lived for thousands of years; anyone would find it unbearable.
"The Wudao Order was given to me by my master; it represents his intentions. As for the Seven Unruly Disciples? I don’t care about them. Whether they exist or not doesn’t matter to me, especially since I don’t like forcing people." Zuo Dao looked at the Wudao Order in his hand.
"Don’t you two want to reconsider?"
"No need; this is just fine," Yao Ziming replied unexpectedly, leaving Zuo Dao quite surprised.
"Ha ha, even stones can speak now. But that's not wrong; it's quite good," Fire Rush thought as he completely let go of the restraints in his heart. Yao Ming was right; this was indeed good.
Reflecting on his previous life, he had risen from a mere Cultivator to the pinnacle of this world, thinking he could do as he pleased. Little did he know he would still face life-and-death choices. This world was bound by the Great Dao, and he had no further possibility of advancement.
When he initially agreed to help Bone Daoist, it was not just for himself but also for his future. Although he had concealed his cultivation level at that time, when facing Zuo Dao, he felt a deep sense of threat. No one knew that the Cultivation Method he practiced came from the Celestial Realm; it was merely a fragment, yet it had proven immensely beneficial to him.
The threat from Zuo Dao stemmed from the resonance of this Cultivation Method. He could hardly imagine that a Cultivation Method could possess emotions. When Yao Ming swore the Great Dao Oath, he immediately understood. Yao Ming must have also received a legacy from the Celestial Realm and sensed something from Zuo Dao, which led him to make such a decisive choice. Thus, he too followed suit and made his own Great Dao Oath.
Before the Great Dao, whether you are a hero or a beauty, you must lower your proud head.
Setting aside their intentions behind their vows, Fire Rush felt deep admiration for Zuo Dao's courage in accepting their true oaths. If it were him, he would never dare to accept such oaths from those above him; the backlash from such oaths would be beyond his capacity to bear.
Moreover, Zuo Dao treated them well and did not regard them as mere subordinates; instead, he offered them hope. Fire Rush could ascertain that the two Cultivation Methods Zuo Dao provided were undoubtedly of high caliber and aligned well with his attributes. This alone demonstrated Zuo Dao's extraordinary nature.
...
At this moment, Feng Yikong was gazing through the door at Innocent. Observing the expression on Feng Yikong's face, Innocent asked,
"Are you really happy?"
"I don't know if I'm happy, but I don't dislike my current life," Feng Yikong pondered for a moment.
"Actually, as you said, opportunities only come once. If we miss this chance, given your temperament, you absolutely won't accept us again."
"That's you, not me," Innocent interrupted. "You know I don't like this kind of life. I'm doing quite well now. If we're still brothers, then don't worry about me; I won't stop any decision you make."
After finishing the now-cool wine in his hand, Innocent floated away, and faint sounds drifted in the wind.
"Don't come looking for me anymore. Just pretend I'm not one of the Seven Disciples. There are still many beautiful things in this world that I haven't seen."
Among the Seven Disciples, Feng Yikong was most worried about Innocent, not because of his cultivation, but because he was too idealistic.
"This is a world that devours people. Once you see the true face of this world, I don't know if you'll still be as carefree as you are now. Take care, brother."
After saying this, he took one last deep look in the direction where Innocent had disappeared and chased after Zuo Dao and the others.
"They're here," Zuo Dao said, watching Feng Yikong approach alone. He had anticipated this outcome while waiting.
"No need to worry; I won't blame him. Everyone has the freedom to choose. Since he has chosen this path, he must have the courage to walk it." With that, Zuo Dao took out the Wudao Order.
The front of the token bore the seven-star emblem of the Seven Unruly Disciples, one of which had already dimmed.
"Young Master, this..." Feng Yikong exclaimed in shock; this was definitely not a good sign.
"You are merely the Seven Unruly Disciples, not its owners. What you don't know is that each of the Seven Unruly Disciples has a chance to withdraw. However, the price is steep—so steep that you might not be able to bear it."
"And I only have one chance as well. It's not that I'm targeting him; it's just that the Wudao Order was given to me by my master, so Innocent must bear this cost." The last few words from Zuo Dao carried a hint of determination.
He gently brushed his finger across the token, and from that moment on, there would be no more "Seven Unruly Disciples" in this world.
Feng Yikong watched as the star belonging to Innocent vanished from the surface of the token. In the unseen connection among the Seven Unruly Disciples, Innocent had completely lost contact. Yet what echoed in his mind were Zuo Dao's words.
"It’s just because the Wudao Order was given to me by my master."
Indeed, was it really just because the Wudao Order was given to him by his master?
Innocent was racing forward, desperate to leave this place and the bindings behind. Suddenly, his form in the air halted, and he hurriedly descended to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"What on earth happened?"
Innocent felt his cultivation dissipating like snow melting away; the spiritual energy that had just been abundant was now completely gone in a matter of breaths.
"Is this the price?" He forced a bitter smile, recalling what his master had once told him.
"Xie'er, with your temperament, you are not suited for the Seven Disciples. However, Master is powerless to change this fact. If you truly wish to abandon this identity, you only need to pay a small price. But what that price entails, I do not know. So you must be cautious in your choices from now on."
"Master, I finally understand what that price is. I also realize how great it is, but I do not regret it."
He smiled as he began to struggle.
"It's really unfamiliar... How long has it been since I've felt this way?"
At that moment, Innocent felt a significant lightness in his heart. He had been wavering between persistence and surrender; he held on because his master had imparted his cultivation to him, yet he longed for the freedom of his dreams. Now that he had lost all his cultivation, his master could finally rest easy. He could return to being his true self.
Yet deep within his heart, he remained unaware of a lingering trace of regret.
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