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Near Lingjia Village, there is a river. It is not wide, only about two zhang, but it has never run dry throughout the four seasons. The water is clear, allowing one to see the fish and aquatic plants clearly. A gentle sip reveals the cool sweetness of the river water, which serves as the drinking source for Lingjia Village.
In the evening, an old man and a young man sit under the shade of a tree by the riverbank, each holding a fishing rod. The long, thin lines dangle directly into the water, with wriggling bait being fought over by numerous fish.
Neither of them speaks; their eyes quietly observe the slightly rippling surface of the water or the bait being contested beneath. One pair of eyes reveals a hint of tranquility, while the other emits a faint sense of vicissitudes.
Fishing requires silence; this is basic knowledge that both are clearly well aware of.
Suddenly, both lines pull taut at the same time, and the fishing rods dip sharply into the water. A glimmer of joy flashes in both pairs of eyes as they swing their arms, raising their black fishing rods along with the lines. Where the bait once was, a fish weighing half a jin has taken its place.
Once hooked, no matter how much it struggles, the fish cannot escape its destined fate and is tossed into their basket.
"Ha ha, Sun Zhezi, your fishing skills have improved recently; not bad at all. You're almost catching up to me," said the old man in tattered clothes, glancing at their half-full basket with a smile in his eyes. Grilled fish paired with good Daughter Red is his favorite combination; now that he has some fine red wine, he just needs to wait for the fish in the basket.
"I caught seven this time; you only caught three," replied the young man, packing away his fishing rod without looking up.
"Cough cough... this time was a mistake, a mistake... I’ll definitely catch more than you next time." The old man's face flushed slightly as he spoke awkwardly. It seemed he had said this more than once; for some reason, his once-proud fishing skills had been surpassed by this young man.
The old man and young man are none other than Sun Zhe and Sun Zhezi who came out from the Evil Demon Sea.
They have settled in Lingjia Village for three full years now. No outsiders have come looking for them, and they seem to have adapted to life here. Sun Zhe spends his time reading and writing while the old man drinks and sleeps. Financial concerns that usually trouble ordinary families are not an issue for them. With the playful and adorable Jingjing around, their simple life seems quite happy.
They do not rush to leave; after putting down their basket and rods, they sit down again. Both pairs of eyes watch as dusk gradually descends and observe the vast sky filled with colorful evening clouds, each reflecting different hues in their eyes.
"Sun Zhezi, do you know why fish can swim as soon as they are born?"
The old man's gaze flickers as he slowly turns to look at Sun Zhe. His previously playful expression is replaced by seriousness as he stares intently at Sun Zhe, waiting for his answer.
Seeing such a serious expression from the old man is rare; clearly, he means it this time.
"For survival," Sun Zhe replies after a moment's thought.
"If you cannot swim, then a fish is not truly a fish; it cannot adapt to the world underwater. To survive, it must learn to swim."
The old man did not reveal whether he thought this answer was correct. His gaze flickered slightly as he asked again, "Then why can birds fly?"
"Also for survival. A bird's world is in the sky; if it cannot fly, it will inevitably be eliminated by the air. To adapt to the world above, it must learn to fly." This time, Sun Zhe answered without any hesitation.
"Good. Then let me ask you this: why do humans kill and fight?"
The old man's voice deepened as he fixed his gaze on Sun Zhe, his tone heavy with gravity.
"This..."
Is it also for survival? Sun Zhe hesitated. Fish swim the seas to adapt to the ocean, birds fly high to adapt to the sky, but do humans kill and fight to adapt to this world?
Letting out a slow sigh, the old man closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened them again, and a faint light flickered in his eyes. This expression was one he had never shown before; usually, he appeared as a down-and-out old man, but now he revealed himself to be an extraordinarily powerful top-tier expert.
Seeing Sun Zhe's confusion, he asked again, "Do you know why I have kept you from advancing for three years? Even though your cultivation has reached the peak of the Realm of Thunder Sovereign and your Thunder Power has been refined to be as pure as that of a Realm of the Thunder Lord Cultivator, I still require you to suppress your cultivation?"
Years ago, Chiyou had estimated that Sun Zhe would need three years to refine the surging Thunder Power within him. However, in his haste, he failed to notice that Sun Zhe possessed an unparalleled Thunder Body. The so-called refinement only took Sun Zhe just over a year; by now, his cultivation had already reached the peak of the Realm of Thunder Sovereign—a true state of perfection.
"Isn't it to build a solid foundation?" Sun Zhe asked slowly, a hint of confusion in his eyes. He had always thought that was why the old man forbade him from advancing.
"You established your foundation over a year ago. This is also related to your unique physique; I have never seen such an unusual constitution..." The old man showed a hint of puzzlement. He did not notice that at that moment, Sun Zhe's body subtly trembled but quickly concealed it as if nothing had happened.
"Regardless, this does not harm you. Such a physique allows you to absorb Thunder Power more rapidly and refine it at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people. Combined, your cultivation speed is almost several times that of others. Excluding those rare monsters that appear once in a hundred years, your qualification for cultivating Thunder Power is undoubtedly among the top tier; I underestimated you back then."
"The reason I made you stagnate for three years is not about your cultivation but about your mindset. Now I ask you: is your heart at peace?"
Is your heart at peace?
Sun Zhe's eyes suddenly narrowed, his body slightly trembled, and he couldn't help but ask himself, is my heart at peace?
What does it mean to have a peaceful heart? A peaceful heart does not mean having no desires or aspirations. There are certainly no people in this world without desires; everyone living in this world has their own purpose. From the powerful beings who have reached the pinnacle of strength to the destitute farmers and laborers, they all have their own desires. Even those who do not wish to live still have their desire, which is death.
In other words, if a person exists, they will definitely have desires; the difference lies in the magnitude and direction of those desires.
Looking at the vast sky, gazing at the expansive land, and then glancing at the old man standing before him, a sudden spark flashed in Sun Zhe's mind. He suddenly smiled and slowly spoke,
"I have already understood what I want..."
"Your heart has finally found peace."
The old man smiled slightly, not holding back his appreciation.
What is a peaceful heart? It is to clarify one's goals, to no longer hesitate or waver. This is a peaceful heart, which can also be referred to as a settled heart!
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