Chapter 1394 - 1395: Beneath Mingxian Peak
Yang Fei sighed softly, gently stroking her long hair.
"Uncle has very important matters to attend to. You fight for the Wu Clan, and Uncle must fight for his own country. There are no feasts that last forever; we will have another chance to reunite."
"Uncle, I can't bear to leave you!"
Nuannuan, disregarding her shyness, hugged Yang Fei's waist, burying her head in his chest and murmuring.
Dan Dan peeked out, grinning with a face full of sadness.
"Boss, Sister Nuannuan, I want a hug too."
Seeing this little guy eager to try, Yang Fei and Nuannuan laughed together.
They both turned around and said in unison, "Get lost!"
Over the past more than a month, Yang Fei and Nuannuan met and got to know each other, going through hardships together, living and dying side by side.
The bond between them had grown very deep.
This bond contained a slight warmth unique to the opposite gender, but more than that, it was the sincere affection between friends.
Now that Yang Fei was leaving, Nuannuan was naturally reluctant, and Yang Fei also couldn't bear to part with this occasionally naive and innocent, occasionally cunning and clever girl.
At the same time when Yang Fei and Nuannuan were finding it difficult to part, a series of changes took place in the sea region of Sang Country, thousands of miles away.
At this moment, it was the time when the sun was setting in the Eastern Hemisphere.
The afterglow of the sunset bathed a cliff standing out on the seaside, making the cliff appear even more towering and extraordinary.
Chen Xingzhu stood by the sea, gazing at the solitary cliff for a long time, somewhat lost in thought.
She changed into a white dress, her long hair was tied up high, and her swan-like neck was graceful and slender.
A platinum necklace hung around her neck, holding a Heimu Token.
The Heimu Token was not large, and due to long-term caressing, it had a faint glaze luster.
The token's center was hollowed out, forming the small character "空" (Kong).
Chen Xingzhu toyed with the black token, admiring the seaside's beauty.
The setting sun turned the calm seawater a brilliant red, the water and sky blending together in an indescribable beauty.
Chen Xingzhu had been here for quite some time, and as she watched the sunset gradually descend, she suddenly clenched her teeth and walked toward the solitary peak.
At this moment, someone sighed deeply.
"You hold Lord Jing Kongzhao's token, who are you?"
Chen Xingzhu was startled and turned to look.
On the golden sand beach, where there had been no one, there stood a person.
He wore a Taoist robe, was barefoot, and walked unhurriedly towards Chen Xingzhu.
Chen Xingzhu's pupils contracted; this man's appearance was very abrupt.
Behind him was the vast sea, countless waves formed a dizzying vortex behind him.
Yet this person seemed seamlessly connected with the surrounding rocks, waves, and even the drifting clouds in the sky.
Chen Xingzhu was shocked and moved; such a master must be very frightening.
However, what alarmed Chen Xingzhu was that she couldn't muster any hostility towards him, or even a strong sense of vigilance.
The corners of Chen Xingzhu's eyes twitched.
She noticed that though he stepped on the soft sand, he left no footprints, his body as light as a feather.
"Who are you?"
Chen Xingzhu stopped, speaking faintly, while quietly gathering the True Martial Qi Energy within her, on guard.
"Jingtian Chuyi."
The man spoke plainly, his voice like the wind by the sea, full of vitality.
Chen Xingzhu was startled, looking at the man in his forties.
"You are the number one martial arts master in Sang Country, Jingtian Chuyi?"
Jingtian Chuyi stopped, gazing at the solitary peak fading into the night, a look of profound admiration flashing in his eyes.
"In the presence of Lord Jing Kongzhao, mentioning any title like the number one martial arts master is blasphemy against the divine."
Chen Xingzhu looked at Jingtian Chuyi with disbelief.
"So, Master, you are also here to see Lord Jing Kongzhao?"
Jingtian Chuyi nodded slightly.
"At the beginning of every month, I come here to seek an audience with Lord Jing Kongzhao, hoping to gain her audience. But for five whole years, Lord Jing Kongzhao has never agreed to see me."
Instinctively, Chen Xingzhu touched the Heimu Token on her neck but said nothing.
Jingtian Chuyi looked at Chen Xingzhu with envy.
"Are you Lord Jing Kongzhao's distinguished disciple? I'm truly envious that you can visit Mingxian Peak anytime to see Lord Jing Kongzhao and receive her teachings."
Chen Xingzhu sighed deeply.
"Lord Jing Kongzhao saved my life; this time, I failed to accomplish what she asked of me, so I have no face to see her."
A hint of fervor flashed in Jingtian Chuyi's eyes.
"I have a request. May I accompany you to the peak to visit Lord Jing Kongzhao? I have been coming here for five years to see her."
Chen Xingzhu hesitated, looking at Jingtian Chuyi's almost pleading eyes, sizing him up.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're just half a step away from the Spirit Martial Realm? With your cultivation, you should have the qualification to see Lord Jing Kongzhao."
Jingtian Chuyi shook his head.
"I am not qualified to see Lord Jing Kongzhao. However, my martial arts skills have reached a bottleneck."
"I need Lord Jing Kongzhao's guidance. Please, lead me to the peak?"
Chen Xingzhu pondered for a moment and finally sighed helplessly.
"Alright, I'll take you up there, but whether Lord Jing Kongzhao will see you depends on your luck."
"Thank you, thank you so much."
Jingtian Chuyi was overjoyed, bowing deeply to Chen Xingzhu.
The two of them headed towards Mingxian Peak, one after the other.
The last rays of sunlight reflected a rainbow glow behind Mingxian Peak, making this Sacred Peak, the first martial arts holy land in Sang Country, appear even more majestic and solemn, like a divine peak from legend.
They had just walked a few hundred meters when a long convoy of luxury cars appeared ahead.
The lead Maybach stopped, and an elder in his fifties wearing a loose Taoist robe awaited by the roadside.
Jingtian Chuyi frowned slightly but refused to stop, walking straight past.
The elder bowed deeply to Jingtian Chuyi: "Yi Hexiong pays respects to Master Jingtian."
Jingtian Chuyi stopped, speaking faintly.
"So the Eight Great War God Families have arrived too? Who told you I was here at the foot of Mingxian Peak?"
Yi Hexiong said with some trepidation: "Forgive us, Master. The War God Family has no intention of monitoring your movements."
"We merely hope you and Lord Jing Kongzhao can discuss how we in the Sang Country martial arts circle should respond to the resurgence of Huaxia's Martial Arts Holy Land, Yinxue Tower."
Jingtian Chuyi replied plainly: "Martial arts knows no national borders. What are you trying to do?"
Yi Hexiong's face turned very unpleasant.
"Master, with your vast knowledge and vision, for us, the Eight Great War God Families, to shoulder the burden of overseeing Huaxia Martial Arts and all the martial arts schools in the world."
"For us, every resurgence of Huaxia Martial Arts represents a calamity for Sang Country Martial Arts."
The writing stuck, there's a fourth update coming tomorrow morning. It's Monday, asking for some recommendation votes.