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Lin Qiubai felt embarrassed; he was still exploring the basics of the Origin Realm himself, so how could he speak about any cultivation principles?
However, the enthusiasm of the disciples was high, and if he didn’t say a few words, it seemed he wouldn’t be able to escape for a while.
There was no choice; having distributed dozens of Spirit-Level Mid-Grade Skill Manuals and Martial Arts texts, Lin Qiubai's image in the eyes of his disciples was unprecedentedly grand.
Every word he spoke was like a precious gem.
“Ahem... Listen carefully, this sentence contains supreme principles. I will only say it once. After you hear it, go back and enter seclusion to comprehend it. Whether you can grasp the Heavenly Dao depends on your own fortune!”
Lin Qiubai paused for a moment, a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
The surrounding hundred disciples fell silent instantly; apart from the rustling leaves and chirping sparrows, one could almost hear a pin drop.
“Life—Death—View—Lightly, if—unwilling—then—fight!!”
Lin Qiubai shouted loudly, and as his voice fell, the surrounding disciples looked bewildered.
What was this...
Was this the path of cultivation!?
Was this Shishu’s Heavenly Dao for becoming strong?!
The hundreds of disciples were somewhat dazed, completely unable to comprehend the situation, but that phrase spoken by Lin Shishu carried a unique charm.
It seemed there was indeed a hint of truth in it.
In the distance, Elder Xiao, who was secretly observing the situation, suddenly froze with a broad smile on his face.
What happened to the enlightened path?!
What happened to the Dao Rhythm Rain that was supposed to descend?!
Why did the strategy suddenly change!?
Meanwhile, Yuan Danqiu also twitched his mouth in disbelief.
This... this...
“Lin Shishu, can you elaborate a bit more?”
Some disciples were confused.
“It means to be placed in a desperate situation and then find a way to survive. If you’re afraid to fight with your back against the wall, how can you climb to the peak of martial arts?!!
A martial artist fights against heaven and humanity. When faced with a genius, you confront them; if you don’t succeed, you die trying. What’s the worst that could happen? If you’re afraid of this and that, how can you grow stronger?!”
Lin Qiubai spoke without a hint of embarrassment or hesitation, spouting nonsense, yet his voice carried an imposing aura. He had never lost a battle and was blessed with great Fortune, so even though his words weren’t profound, they had a captivating power.
In the distance, Yuan Danqiu felt his eyelids twitching and vaguely sensed something was off. He couldn’t help but turn back to ask Elder Xiao.
“Master, do you think Lin Shishu is reliable in this state?”
Elder Xiao felt uneasy as well; Lin Qiubai’s inexplicable confidence shattered his composure. His spirit felt unsteady, clearly struggling. After all, Lin Qiubai was often somewhat eccentric and sometimes could not be measured by common sense.
But he suddenly noticed that the group of disciples appeared dazed and lost in thought. He quickly slapped Yuan Danqiu on the head and shouted, “You blockhead! Lin Shishu is definitely not reliable right now! Go stop him! Those disciples are about to be mesmerized!”
Yuan Danqiu was startled and immediately ran away. A low shout, filled with momentum, echoed in the ears of hundreds of disciples, breaking them out of their dazed state.
But it was too late.
From the beginning, they had regarded what Lin Qiubai said as a golden opportunity, so they had preconceived notions. Before Yuan Danqiu appeared, this twisted reasoning had already taken root in their hearts and even begun to sprout!
Lin Qiubai's words had far-reaching effects: not long after, a group of fearless battle cultivators suddenly emerged in the Xian Sheng Dynasty. Their talents were not the best, but they were extremely eager for battle. When faced with formidable opponents, they charged in head-on, and their fighting style was quite unpleasant and headache-inducing.
Most of the geniuses in the Xian Sheng Dynasty were unwilling to confront them and even hesitated to meet this group of battle cultivators.
This group of battle cultivators shared a common "Shishu"—Lin Qiubai.
But that is a story for another time.
Yuan Danqiu stood in the midst of these disciples, feeling desperate.
He originally wanted Lin Shishu to bring some fortune to this group of disciples, but unexpectedly, Lin Shishu suddenly entered an unreliable state.
At this moment, Yuan Danqiu just wanted to get Lin Qiubai away immediately.
"Lin Shishu, Zhen Xian is looking for you!"
Lin Qiubai was taken aback and turned his gaze to a short distance away.
Zhen Xian wore a sky-blue long dress, her long hair cascading like a waterfall, tied into a playful ponytail that danced around her slender waist. Petals gently fell from the tall trees, brushing across her stunning face.
The Little Girl was as beautiful as a painting.
Lin Qiubai stared blankly for a moment.
"Here..."
Zhen Xian waved at Lin Qiubai, her smile radiant.
Lin Qiubai shrugged helplessly, as he noticed hundreds of envious gazes directed at him.
If looks could kill, he would have been sliced into pieces by now.
However, Lin Qiubai clearly had thick skin. He confidently approached Zhen Xian, placing his large hand on Little Girl's small head and giving it a gentle rub. Her hair was smooth and cool, and the faint scent of a young girl was refreshing.
The hundreds of male disciples behind him trembled with suppressed anger, daring to feel rage but not able to voice it.
"Sect Master, Zhen Shimei... Zhen Shimei... she and Lin Shishu..."
"I’m the one who calls him Lin Shishu. Next time you see him, you all better respectfully call him Lin Shixiong. Don’t mess up the hierarchy!
As for Zhen Xian, don’t even dream about it."
Yuan Danqiu was not afraid of discouraging this group of disciples.
"Lin Shixiong? Lin Shixiong... he... hasn’t he lived for hundreds of years? Doesn’t he already have many wives and concubines? How can he still be with someone so young?"
Some disciples wailed, unable to accept this reality.
Their dream girl, Sister Zhen, had actually... had actually been taken as a young flower!
At this moment, feelings of grief and indignation spread through the crowd, with some even shedding tears of sorrow.
Lin Qiubai had already walked down a secluded path with the Little Girl.
"What does it mean when someone says 'a person dies and the bird flies to the sky'?"
Seeing that there was no one around, the Little Girl leaned closer to Lin Qiubai and suddenly asked.
Uh...
Lin Qiubai was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Is it about describing an invincible demeanor?"
Cough, cough...
Lin Qiubai's face turned red, and he forced himself to make up a story: "This is a saying. It tells the story of a Nine Generations of the Impotent Man."
The Little Girl looked up with curiosity on her delicate face, and the morning sunlight shone on her rosy cheeks, making one unable to resist wanting to kiss her.
"What is a Nine Generations Great Man? What remarkable things did he do?"
"Um... this impotent man is not that great man. Let me explain slowly; the saying is recorded like this:
In a certain continent, there was a handsome man. He came from a wealthy family and had extraordinary talent.
But no matter what, he never married. While his peers were already surrounded by children and grandchildren, he had never even touched a woman!
Lonely and desolate, he lived for over four hundred years before ultimately dying in misery..."
Lin Qiubai spoke earnestly, painting a picture of a tragic male figure.
Zhen Xian tilted her little face to listen.
"The handsome man was filled with grief and indignation, reincarnating to continue living as a human!
In his second life, he remained handsome and charming, with exceptional talent. Countless beauties surrounded him, yet he still chose to remain unmarried, living for four hundred years before dying once again in loneliness..."
Little Girl's face was full of confusion. What... is this story about?
"What does the handsome man's two lifetimes of loneliness have to do with anything?"
Little Girl furrowed her brows slightly; this story was too absurd for her to comprehend.
"Don't rush, just listen to me until the end."
Lin Qiubai rubbed Zhen Xian's little head: "Thus, the handsome man reincarnated time and again. He went through nine lifetimes, each time dying alone and never daring to touch a woman.
Until the last life, the handsome man finally became furious! Before his death, he roared out a grand wish..."
Lin Qiubai spoke passionately, his face filled with grief and indignation, his tone resonating with emotion as if he were the handsome man who had reincarnated nine times: "In this world, where there is a man, there is a woman; where there is a woman, there is a man. Yin and Yang must be in harmony! This is the principle of heaven and earth. I, Zhao Ritian, am talented and virtuous, having done good deeds for nine lifetimes, yet I have been lonely for nine lifetimes, suffering from an affliction I dare not speak of!
What greater mockery could there be? Where is justice? Where is humanity? Where is the way of heaven? Where is natural law!..."
Lin Qiubai's words were filled with rhythm and emotion, causing a hint of sorrow to appear on Little Girl's beautiful face.
Indeed, why did such a talented and virtuous man have to endure loneliness for nine lifetimes? It was truly pitiful...
"Then he must have wished for three wives and four concubines in his tenth life, surrounded by beauties everywhere, right? You men always think about these things!"
Zhen Xian pouted, blinking her bright eyes as she stared intently at Lin Qiubai's profile.
"Not at all, not at all..."
Lin Qiubai smiled mysteriously, and indeed Little Girl could not guess his intentions.
"Before that handsome man died, he looked up to the sky and exclaimed: 'The yin and yang cannot be reconciled; what use is this Azure Sky? In the next reincarnation, what can be done?
In this world, everyone can play harmonious melodies, turning things upside down, yet only I have been unable to rise for nine lifetimes!
The Azure Sky is blind; this is something I can tolerate no longer!
I, Zhao Ritian... if I die in this life, even if my soul disperses, my little bird beneath will still point straight at the Azure Sky, standing tall for a hundred thousand years! To quell my hatred of being unable to rise for nine lifetimes.'"
As soon as Lin Qiubai finished speaking, Little Girl's face suddenly turned crimson, even her ears and snow-white neck blushing fiercely...
"Bah bah bah! You scoundrel! Scoundrel! Scoundrel!"
Lin Qiubai did not dodge or evade, wearing a sly smile as he watched the shy Little Girl pound her fists on his shoulder...
At that moment, it truly made one feel lazy...
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