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He wanted to ask him to work for us, but I don't deny it; it wasn't possible. Gu Ping changed the subject, suggesting that we should see if we could afford the price.
What did I want?
A treasure that could conceal his appearance, something that could fool the Great Master.
Finally, he guessed correctly for once. "Give it to me."
It seemed Jiang Anbo had been prepared; he took out a mask carved with peony patterns and handed it to Gu Ping. The moment Gu Ping received it, he was somewhat shocked. He could clearly feel that this was at least a top-tier magical artifact. Aside from those broken True Artifacts, this was one of the most powerful artifacts in the World of Mortals. It was just a mask, yet Jiang Anbo handed it over without a second thought. The Light Path Classic seemed quite generous.
Was I afraid he would take the item and run?
As for Liu Shizu's things, if I took them, it would be like my own family taking them; I wouldn't feel any regret.
Which Liu Shizu?
"Isn't she my master? There should be one Great Master with the surname Liu in the academy."
Is she one of us?
I don't deny it; her husband is.
As Jiang Anbo spoke, a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face, and he fell silent for a long time without saying anything further.
Many things happened suddenly and inexplicably. Seeing Jiang Anbo's expression, Gu Ping stood up and spoke, recalling how The Book of Radiant Path had inexplicably come to rest on his lap, leading him to become Ru Ming. For a long time, he pondered why he had endured such a life for so long. Why hadn’t he chosen to live a simple life as an ordinary person, blissfully unaware of everything?
Now, was he thinking of Minghong?
He believed that his efforts to seek the world of cultivation were for a girl, a childhood friend with whom he shared innocent affection. She liked him, and he liked her too. But a few months ago, he suddenly realized he was wrong. He could abandon everything from his past just to live, yet he didn’t understand why he was alive or what the meaning of life truly was.
People always sought to live; what reason did they need?
Jiang Anbo thought for a moment and realized he couldn’t answer that question either. That world didn’t lack anyone; life continued regardless. People lived selfishly, or perhaps living itself was a selfish act.
The moment he stepped out of the residence at Chen National Academy of Immortals, he thought of Minghong. It turned out he had been striving to live because he always believed in Dong Yishi that tomorrow would be better.
Would tomorrow really be better?
Jiang Anbo suddenly felt that Gu Ping Ci’s words might have been wrong. Farmers endured the exploitation and oppression of officials, striving to survive; merchants dealt with all kinds of people, working hard to make a living; even ordinary people in prison and beggars on the street.
Even without dignity, even when life was tough, even when the future seemed bleak, most people in that world chose to keep living. Why not choose to give up?
Because everyone harbored something within them—a thing called hope—something invisible and intangible yet hidden deep in every heart.
So no matter what happened, they would choose to find solutions; no matter what difficulties arose, they would strive to overcome them. And I don’t deny that choosing to give up wouldn’t lead them to despair.
At least people had hope—the hope that tomorrow would be better.
The afterglow bathed the two figures, their silhouettes cast against the vast earth. A chill autumn breeze occasionally stirred a fallen leaf, adding a touch of withered color to the desolate landscape.
The Eastern Pole Demonstration had already passed, and some were still in shock over the cultivation level of Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. Transcendence Realm. Others discussed how Jin Qi’s Gu Ping swept through the realm’s practitioners, even surpassing nearly two major tiers and driving away Zhang Liuyuan. Many took this opportunity to boast about what they knew regarding The Book of Radiant Path.
Numerous rumors spread like wildfire, destined to become topics of conversation among cultivators in the days to come, especially regarding the Nine Nether Invasion. Those who had experienced it firsthand would surely brag about it. As for other matters, those were merely issues concerning the Super Sect, irrelevant to ordinary practitioners like them.
Standing on his flying ship, Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. gazed into the distance towards Eastern Peak. Those from Xiazhi who sought the Light Path Classic would likely stir up a great commotion in the academy. Moreover, with a certain individual hiding The Book of Radiant Path, peace in the academy might soon be disrupted. As for Bu Luo, after so much time had passed, it might be time to clean up Yi Dong.
Among the major sects, there was always a tendency to place their Eye Line on each other, especially with the academy having the most. After all, the academy recruited disciples from all Easterners, and its thresholds were not as high as those of the Major Sect. Thus, everyone liked to leave some temporarily unused pieces in that small patch of land belonging to the academy. Over time, everyone in the academy had grown accustomed to it.
As for himself,
Tenglan, known as Zhongshang. looked at the sun hanging high in the sky. The afterglow of Falling Moon painted the clouds golden. The Azure Wind Antelope spread its wings of freedom, soaring around the ship and reveling in its flight through the sea of clouds.
In just over half a month, it would be time for Fei Tian Dong Jue. If not for those incidents involving Yan Dong, would he have had a chance to teach that Junior Brother about Gao Dong? After this farewell, it seemed unlikely they would meet again under the moonlight.
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