Fifty-seven Heavenly Daos Are Within Me

Lu Yinche woke up quickly.

He opened his eyes to a masterpiece of calligraphy and painting, but he had no desire to admire it. The leader of the Chengxiao Sect was organizing his disciples to clean up the unrest at the prison and the withered snow peak. Lu Yinche was in Wei Qi's territory. Outside the window was the medicinal garden, where a cluster of pink and purple flowers were in full bloom, dominating the garden's color.

Everything seemed normal. Lu Yinche lowered his eyes and listened to the Sect Master's description of the current situation.

The Yang family is ruthless and has set up heart poisons on the clan members who joined the Chengxiao Sect. If the plan fails, no one will be spared.

That little bit of truth was pieced together by the children they had barely managed to save, a boy who had been separated from his family long ago. It was none other than Yang Deyou, with whom they had spent a few days.

The Jindan sword cultivator's voice had long been hoarse, and he could not utter a word. In the end, Gong Jin stepped in and used a secret method to track down the controller of the heart Gu in his body, and only then did he dig out the news.

The Yang family had been weakened for hundreds of years by the struggle over the division of the family. There were two groups of people involved in this matter.

One group insisted that creating souls was right and was the ultimate direction of refining weapons, but they had to control it in their own hands, and they wanted to turn Yan Yanshu into a puppet weapon; the other group believed that it was because they created souls and suffered divine punishment that the Yang family was cursed and torn apart, and was no longer as prosperous as it used to be. This was all the fault of Yan Yanshu's mother, and they wanted to kill Yan Yanshu with the help of heaven.

Only then did they understand why the formation of Kuxue Peak was so complicated that even Lu Yinche and Gong Jin could not understand it. It turned out that the two groups of people were smuggling their own goods and produced a weird product.

But this thing that seemed to be unable to work was triggered by Shang Jiao's residual soul and resonated with Guansheng Di, and accidentally produced an extraordinary effect.

Now that they have really incurred the punishment of heaven and Yan Yanshu has fallen into a coma, what good can these people get?

Yang Deyou cursed bitterly, "None of these Yang family members are good people." He seemed to be oblivious to the fact that he was being insulted, but Lu Yinche didn't agree. Revenge could be left to the Chengxiao Sect. Even if Lu Yinche didn't intervene, the true wrath of the world's greatest sect was too much for a self-indulgent and arrogant family to withstand. Lu Yinche wasn't worried that their retaliation wouldn't be strong enough.

But what would Yan Yanshu think?

When he mentioned the discovery of the Yang family's spy, he did not show any emotion.

The Yang family did not treat him as a human being, but hundreds of years ago, when Yan Yanshu's mother, the sword-making master, created Yan Yanshu, she had no intention of asking him to do anything for her.

She was a great and true mother. She brought her child into the world. Perhaps this was the continuation of her life, but she did not need to accomplish anything in exchange.

His well-being is enough to make his mother rest in peace.

"I used the Glazed Soul-Restoring Pill to prevent his sea of ​​consciousness from being paralyzed, but it's only a temporary solution. I don't have a better solution." Wei Qi sighed, "I'm afraid we have to address the root of the problem. If it's a limitation of the Heavenly Dao, I don't understand. He's already reached the Guixu Realm, and the Heavenly Dao has only just discovered his soul is different now? What were they doing before?"

"It's my fault," Lu Yinche said. "I... the methods I researched to conceal the Heavenly Dao didn't protect him, and I also helped him avoid the Golden Core Thunder Tribulation. Later, he gained divine consciousness, which was enough to deceive the Heavenly Dao."

So, this is also his debt, isn't it? But why should Yan Yanshu bear it? Why, why can't it be him?

Wei Qi didn't know what he was thinking, but he pondered, "Perhaps, when his mother, the swordsmith, created him, she thought about how to get Heaven to recognize him. We need to contact the Yang family again to see if we can pry out more information."

Acknowledge him?

Recognize that a person is a human being and has the qualifications to be a human being, rather than being born a human being.

This was a completely unfamiliar field, and no one had ever studied such a proposition. Even Lu Yinche had almost no idea.

He immediately decided to go out and investigate the Yang family.

Human existence in the world is like a ship sailing on the sea. If you want to have a destination, you need an anchor.

No matter how difficult it is, he will find that anchor for Yan Yanshu.

Fortunately, Master Yang's house is well preserved. It is a little messy inside, but it is not the kind that has been ransacked. It is probably because the original owner who lived here had such living habits.

Yan Yanshu is the exact opposite of this. He is a person who can always maintain his dignity.

Lu Yinche suddenly remembered the first time he met Yan Yanshu. It was at a big competition where all kinds of talented people gathered. At that time, he was late. It seemed that he was trying to help Gong Jin get a pot of good wine. He was chased from Nanjun to Zhongtu by his host and was in a terrible state.

Yan Yanshu, however, was dressed neatly and stood in the middle of the crowd with a bright and handsome appearance. He was praised as a genius, but it seemed as if there was an invisible barrier separating him from others. He didn't look like someone who had won ten competitions in a row, as the corners of his clothes were not wrinkled at all.

Of course Lu Yinche could notice Yan Yanshu's temperament. He remembered very clearly that Yan Yanshu was wearing white clothes that day.

There is nothing more beautiful than the bright moon.

Later, Lu Yinche also bought himself many white outer robes. He would rather go through the trouble of using magic to wash them, trying to create a temperament that was more concerned with his image. He was even ridiculed by several friends as a monkey in a human body, but Lu Yinche did not explain.

It's just that he did this for so long that it became a habit, and later on, no one could tell who was imitating whom.

Lu Yinche shook his head, dispelling those memories. He pushed the door open and walked in. His eyes swept over the books spread out on the tables and chairs, sensing some protective formations. It was an interesting touch. He had seen them before, from his pen pal.

While it's possible that this was a tip passed down by a pen pal, formation techniques are inherently personal, much like the swordsmanship of a sword cultivator. Perhaps his pen pal's true identity is indeed Yan Yanshu's mother?

Lu Yinche walked closer and took a look, raised his eyebrows, and saw several neatly stacked and unopened letters on the table.

It's my pen pal's handwriting.

To my mother.

"Ah, is that so?"

It turns out that Yan Yanshu is not only connected to his past self, but also has been in contact with that past self for a long time. Lu Yinche suddenly realized that many of his doubts had a more reasonable explanation. He smiled. No wonder Wei Qi called him a wooden man.

It was a pitch-black night outside, but the sunlight streaming into the house through the windows remained constant, maintaining a warm moment that shouldn't have existed.

Lu Yinche did not try to peek into the privacy of Yan Yanshu's letters, nor did he inquire when Yan Yanshu came here and placed the letter to his deceased mother here, as if that person still existed.

He raised his hand to reinforce the protective formation around the letters, trying to find the notes of the great swordsmith, if she really had left such a thing behind.

That would be Lu Yinche's lifeline.

Fate finally favored this challenger, who had always sought to change his fate. A booklet nestled between thick ancient books caught Lu Yinche's attention. It was a notebook, only a few pages written in a disorganized manner. Lu Yinche recognized the contents of the recipe and flipped through it casually. He felt a strange touch on the cover.

It's an indentation. It's as if someone, bored, pressed something hard into it, leaving behind chaotic, unstructured patterns.

Lu Yinche's mind moved, and he gathered his spiritual energy at his fingertips. Golden dots of light wandered among the lines, selectively carving out a path that converged into the image of a swaddled baby. With just a few strokes, the image was incredibly vivid, and anyone who saw it could tell it was a well-behaved and adorable child.

Did Yan Yanshu look like this when he was a child?

Lu Yinche knew he had found the right thing. He opened the booklet again, and the handwriting suddenly increased a lot. He read it quickly, memorizing the words that mixed fantasy and reality in his mind, searching for more crucial content.

"To cultivate a true human being, one needs the recognition of Heaven. One needs to be able to prove that he was born from humans and lives for humans. Finally, and most difficultly, he must be a human being, a person permitted by the rules."

He saw this sentence and his eyes fell on the word "rules". His brows furrowed.

The first two sentences make some sense. His biological mother gave him birth, which is the proof of his existence.

As for living according to people, Lu Yinche also has some ideas.

Just as Yang Qingmei hoped for Zhang Ri'an, they shared a soul and could continue on. Many people wished Yan Yanshu alive, and he, Lu Yinche, was even just one of them, willing to give his all for him. However—he touched his heart, unsure if the remaining fragments of his soul were enough. After all, he himself couldn't be said to be a complete person.

And the last sentence almost leads to a dead end.

It’s like I have to prove that I am me, my son is my son, and my father is my father.

"Heavenly Way, rules..." Lu Yinche fell into deep thought. Suddenly, as if realizing something, he pulled out the Seven Wonders Pagoda, which had been with him for so long. This work, called the Little Heavenly Way, was still somewhat dazed. Even though Lu Yinche had traveled all over the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas with it, that experience was still far from enough. He had originally planned to continue on, walking with Yan Yanshu.

But now, he changed his mind.

"To help you grow faster, I will use everything I have." He pointed at the orb on the Seven Special Pagoda.

He sorted out the letters, including the notes from Yan Yanshu's mother, thought for a while, and put them in his arms.

If I leave it here, who knows if some beast that looks like a human will burn it to ashes one day. It would be such a pity. I can't let Yan Yanshu have no association with it in the future.

Lu Yinche walked out of the door. The sun was shining brightly outside, shining selflessly on everyone, guilty and innocent.

He didn't know what expression to make, so he smiled at the sun, took out the Seven Pagodas from his arms, and asked softly, "Am I guilty?"

The magic weapon had not been activated at all, and Lu Yinche was not ready to accept his answer. He still had things to do.

On Desolate Snow Peak, Yan Yanshu slept peacefully. Wei Qi had just visited, administering a dose of Liuli Soul-Restoring Pill, but Yan Yanshu's condition hadn't improved at all, remaining like a living dead, no better than Zhang Ri'an's previous state. The sect leader also appeared today, sighed a few times, and then returned to engage in a heated exchange of words with the Immortal Alliance. Gong Jin hadn't appeared since that day, claiming to be returning to search for any ancient texts that might be of assistance.

There was an extra person named Ding Zhu, who hurried over from Jingwei Pavilion with a full set of equipment, but Wei Qi glared at him and scolded him for not being able to even eat hot shit, and he still wanted to tell fortunes.

Ding Zhu was also helpless. If everything in the world could be calculated, where would the joys and sorrows, the waxing and waning of the moon, come from? He tried to calculate Yan Yanshu's future, but to no avail. The star map was a chaotic mess, brilliant and glorious, yet complex and disorganized.

Wei Qi couldn’t understand all this, he could only see that Ding Zhu’s face looked unhappy.

"What's the meaning?"

"This hexagram is indeed the hexagram of the great perfection of Guixu."

"how?"

"Either ascend or fall."

Wei Qi was silent for a moment. Perhaps Gong Jin had dismantled the formation too thoroughly, destroying everything that had originally maintained the warmth of spring. This was why the frost on the withered snow peak felt like an endless winter night, making one's lips tighten.

Can a cultivator without a soul ascend to heaven?

He said, "Come to my place and have some tea."

Just as they left, Lu Yinche returned. He leaped down from the clouds, the golden Seven Pagoda in his hand, a smile on his face, just like when he had plucked a branch from a flower tree many years ago. He landed on the ground, as light as a bird.

His steps were steady, with no sign of internal injuries or a chaotic sea of ​​consciousness. A smile spread across his face, like a young man about to give flowers to his beloved.

Lu Yinche walked towards the withered snow peak covered by wind and frost. The Seven Special Tower stopped rotating, leaving only a glass bead on the top shining brightly. The ice and snow melted wherever it shone, and the grass seeds and flower seeds that had been dormant for who knows how long were inspired and began to sprout out of the ground. Green suddenly filled the white space, as if spring had come.

Spring is about to come, and the owner of Kuxue Peak deserves the brightest spring, Lu Yinche thinks so.

He pushed the door open, exerting force twice. The heavy door moved on its hinges, letting in a little air. A drowsy, heavy, and oppressive scent, mingled with the scent of sandalwood, instantly blended with the cool breeze outside.

Lu Yinche sneezed, held the Seven Special Pagodas in his hand, and walked straight into the inner room.

The stone slabs on the ground were also cold. Lu Yinche didn't like it, but the ice and snow jade bed, which was very popular in the world of cultivation, was the only furniture in the room. Yan Yanshu leaned on it, feeling more lazy than when he was practicing, and less leisurely than when he was sleeping.

He is very quiet.

He was waiting here quietly for his sweetheart to arrive, just as he had promised when he stabbed her with the sword many, many years ago.

Lu Yinche chuckled softly and walked to the bedside: "Who says you are not a lucky person?"

"Your mother loves you, so you live."

"I love you too, so you live."

"Then there is Heaven, I demand, and it loves you too. You must live."

The golden light flickered slightly, and the Seven Special Pagoda was pushed into Yan Yanshu's chest by his right hand, and miraculously disappeared.

That is the power of Heaven. "From now on, you will inherit Heaven's way and become one with the rules. No one can deny you anymore."

Yan Yanshu still hadn't woken up. His eyelashes were so long that Lu Yinche could count them one by one.

But he still didn't wake up.

Lu Yinche was a restless man. He leaned forward to listen to Yan Yanshu's heartbeat. Spiritual energy flowed between them, enveloping the entire space. The two equally matched rhythms and breathing intertwined, and the wind and snow outside seemed to disappear.

"Qishu is my biological son." Lu Yinche said softly, stroking Yan Yanshu's chest, feeling the slight warmth under his hand. "Now that you have him, don't you have to call me dad?"

He found himself amused, seizing the opportunity when Yan Yanshu would never talk back, and was not afraid that the other party would silence him.

But he hoped so.

He hoped that Yan Yanshu would look at him with that helpless yet doting look that he had seen many times before, shutting his mouth and stopping him from talking nonsense.

"If you don't come, I'll do it," he said.

He climbed onto the bed and carefully closed the distance between himself and Yan Yanshu.

A quiet kiss.

Along with all the fragments he pulled out from his sea of ​​consciousness, they were transported to the other side bit by bit through the warm lips and tongue.

This is truly a strenuous task, no easier than swinging a sword a thousand times or practicing Qigong ten thousand times.

Lu Yinche's thoughts flew far away, to five hundred years ago, to a thousand years ago, to the beginning of the birth of this world.

He moved very slowly.

The coldness of his soul leaving his body made his movements slower and slower. His tongue resisted his instinct. As soon as his shattered soul touched another body, it immediately disappeared in the sword master's vast sea of ​​consciousness, as smooth as a divine connection.

Yan Yanshu is truly defenseless, he thought. This is the perfect time to avenge my previous humiliation and give him a good beating, he thought.

He gradually became unable to "think" anymore.

He couldn't find any more souls to squeeze out.

Let’s stop here.

He said in a vague consciousness.

Her body instinctively found a comfortable position in Yan Yanshu's arms and curled up safely.

He closed his eyes.