Bai Yueyi was slightly taken aback when she heard Chen Jing's question.

She remained curled up in the chair, her head and knees pressed tightly together.

"No, it's nothing."

Chen Jing didn't think too much about it and asked directly, "The next step is to wait for the right opportunity, right?"

He just felt that Bai Yueyi was always surrounded by a sad melody, and she seemed to be constantly immersed in a depressed mood.

“Yes, once my figure dissipates, the seal is broken, and I begin to resist control, you can truly bring Fengting back to life,” Bai Yueyi said.

"Is there nothing we can do now but wait?" Chen Jing asked. "Let me see what's going on in Ash City."

The girl hummed in agreement and shared the images with Chen Jing.

...

Meijing Dojo, second floor dojo.

Mei Yixin, wielding his halberd, moved with bold and sweeping strokes, seemingly unparalleled in bravery.

With a smile on his face, Lu Gang, the mastermind, not only did not retreat, but instead began to press close to him.

His weapon is shorter than Mei Yixin's, so he will be at a disadvantage if he keeps his distance, but once they get close, Mei Yixin's weapon will become the disadvantage.

The martial arts displayed by both sides were endless, keeping Chen Jing on his toes and unable to look away.

Sometimes, to allow Chen Jing to see clearly, the speed of the video was slowed down by half, or even more.

“Mei Yixin uses the Guanlei School of martial arts. It’s a style of martial arts that uses spears, halberds, and lances. In ancient times, it was a must-learn martial art for fierce generals charging into battle.” Bai Yueyi introduced from the side: “The strongest martial art of the Guanlei School below the Ming Realm is Thunder Strike. Unfortunately, although this martial art is extremely powerful, it also has huge flaws against enemies at the Ming Realm.”

"The flames beneath his feet represent the martial arts of the Flowing Fire School. Piercing Thunder is heavy, powerful, and expansive; Flowing Fire is as swift as the wind and as fierce as fire. The two complement each other quite well."

As Chen Jing listened to these words, he thought of the guardian symbols he had seen in the dream world, one of which was a sword marked with thunder and fire.

"Is 'Thunder Strike' the same lightning martial art that blasted Lu Gang so far away? What are its weaknesses?" Chen Jing watched the two fight. Although he knew it was just history and the real outcome might already be decided, he was still very nervous and worried about the old man.

"You can see for yourself," Bai Yueyi said.

Just then, the old man seemed to transform into a flowing flame, instantly rushing to another distant place, with torrential rain pouring down behind him and the burning marks left by the flowing flame in front of him.

Black Hand Lu Gang took a step forward, about to use a movement-type martial art to pursue him, when the old man Mei Yixin raised his halberd. Lightning gathered in the halberd, and the lightning turned into cannonballs, blasting towards Black Hand Lu Gang.

A smile flickered across Lu Gang's lips.

He leaped high into the air, the blade in his hand acting like a magnet, attracting the incoming lightning. At the same time, he swung the blade downwards.

boom!

The deafening lightning struck Mei Yixin again!

The old man was blasted off the balcony by lightning and fell from the second floor onto the ground in the rain.

Bai Yueyi explained from the side: "For Mingjing warriors, the weakness of Thunder Strike is too obvious. As long as they jump and counterattack at the right moment, they can deflect the incoming lightning. However, only Mingjing warriors can seize such an opportunity."

She paused, then asserted, "Lu Gang has broken through to the Ming Realm."

"I've broken through to the Ming Realm!"

Lu Gang's arrogant and unrestrained voice could no longer be concealed.

He stood on the balcony of the Meijing Dojo, holding a long sword, looking at the old man lying on the ground in the rain, his face almost distorted with smugness.

“Back then, you stood right here, looking down at me.”

"You said I have a narrow mind, am selfish, and cannot learn martial arts or become a warrior."

"And then what? Look at me now, a Ming Realm cultivator! Even during the Song Dynasty's golden age, how many Ming Realm warriors were there?"

"Do you know what I've done to get to where I am today? I worked as a scavenger, fighting monsters every day. The first elixir I ever took was a contaminated one. I can still recall that nightmarish scene. I almost became a monster myself, just a hair's breadth away!"

"Do you know how I went from a small-time scavenger to the leader of a hunting party, gradually acquired my own ship, and slowly expanded this city?"

"Stand up, old man, stand up! You are the strongest guardian of Ash City. Stand up! Don't let me defeat you so easily. It's too unpleasant."

The old man Mei Yixin, leaning on his halberd, stood up and stood in the wind and rain like a statue.

Black Hand Lu Gang's expression became increasingly distorted. Just as he was about to leap down,

Suddenly, I heard the sound of gears turning.

"Mo Xiu?"

He had barely uttered the word when his entire body was engulfed by projectiles and explosive charges raining down from all around.

Rumble!

Lu Gang, who had just broken through the explosions and hidden weapons with his momentum, had not yet landed when a mechanical, lifeless doll appeared in front of him. The doll had no expression, no facial features, and was made entirely of brass.

The bronze figure raised its cast fist and slammed it down on Black Hand Lu Gang.

After exchanging blows with Black Hand Lu Gang a few times, Mei Yixin, who had stood up again, wielded her halberd and suppressed him from the side.

Lu Gang parried left and right, retreating several steps. Suddenly, many paper cranes flew out of the sky.

These paper cranes, though soaked by the torrential rain and barely able to bear the weight, still flew towards Lu Gang.

Lu Gang quickly created distance, leaving Tong Ren and Mei Yixin no chance to retaliate against his fierce attacks.

The paper cranes flying in the rain were destroyed one by one by the rain and fell to the ground.

Lu Gang, relying on his keen insight, was surrounded and relentlessly attacked, yet he was able to find opportunities and weaknesses repeatedly. After the initial panic, he was not surrounded and attacked. He used various martial arts techniques to maneuver and turn the one-on-two situation into countless one-on-one situations.

He ignored the bronze statue and instead launched a fierce attack on Mei Yixin, whose momentum had already waned.

The bronze figure raised its hand towards Lu Gang, then its wrist suddenly flipped and fell off, revealing the dark muzzle of a gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

At this moment, Chen Jing saw the figure of the puppeteer in another scene displayed by Bai Yueyi.

That person was none other than Chen Jing's writing teacher, Pan Fengyu!

Pan Fengyu hid in an ordinary house, closed his eyes and concentrated, manipulating the puppet.

“The Guardian prepared for Lu Gang’s attack in advance.” Bai Yueyi explained from the side: “That’s normal. To deal with the Guardian, Lu Gang can’t mobilize a large number of his subordinates, so he has to go up by himself. But the Guardian was prepared in advance for some reason. Now, even though Lu Gang has broken through to the Ming Realm, he doesn’t have much of an advantage.”

Chen Jing couldn't help but say, "This battle should be over by now, I want to see the ending."

Upon hearing this, Bai Yueyi shook her head almost imperceptibly.

The video sped up rapidly.

The final frame.

The old man collapsed in the rain, and the black-handed Lu Gang's long knife was stained with blood.

The bronze statue was severed, and Pan Fengyu, who was hiding inside the house, stared wide-eyed with tears streaming down his face.

"Ah, Mingjing," Bai Yueyi sighed softly, her voice seeming to echo in a secluded valley.

"Mingjing" (明境).