Chapter 217 Ancient Battlefield
"Little girl, there's no need to worry or be confused. Just know that you didn't choose Zhu Sheng, it was Zhu Sheng who chose you as his master. Because of you, Zhu Sheng exists today. Otherwise, it would have been a piece of rusty scrap metal forever."
He knew some stories and origins of Zhusheng.
Shen Qingyi had too many doubts in his mind.
"Senior, do you know Senior Mu Qing?"
"Mu Qing? You mean the former owner of the talisman pen, Taoist Mu?"
Shen Qing nodded.
"Oh, we've met a few times, I suppose. He practices Confucianism, but his heart is more devoted to the spiritual path. He has the Dao in his heart, but unfortunately, his chest also holds other things. He's gentle, but also indecisive. His fighting prowess is decent, but too soft for strength. But being the former owner of the talisman pen at least proves his aptitude and character are quite good."
As he spoke, Lou Fengcheng looked at Shen Qingyi again.
"However, he is different from you. He signed a contract of equality with the talisman pen, but the one you signed was a soul contract."
"During the great battle, many... fellow Daoists perished, including the Seeker. They perished before me. We had promised all the brothers who participated in the battle that if anyone passed away first, those who followed would, if possible, bring their ashes back to their hometown. If not, we would bury them in a handful of earth. If... we all unfortunately passed away together... then we would leave them to the heavens, the earth, the wind, and the rain."
"I followed them, carrying their ashes, all the way eastward. Unfortunately, I still couldn't break through the siege and fell."
Lou Fengcheng turned his head and looked towards the hall.
"I don't know who took us over later, but... unfortunately... it seems like none of us ever made it out of the war... But, fortunately, it seems like we didn't lose completely. At least I met you after who knows how many years. What's your name?"
"Shen...Shen Qingyi."
"Shen Qingyi, what a nice name. Since you're here, I'd like to ask you for a favor."
"Senior, you say."
"You took Zhusheng away. That was fate between you. But here, there are still some who are not blessed enough to meet their destined ones... We are gone, but the treasures are also spiritual. I want you to find them... their destined ones."
"Of course, if we can't find them, I won't force it. I just hope they won't be buried any further..."
Shen Qingyi suddenly understood that even after the fall of Lou Fengcheng, many descendants, especially weapon-refining masters, had extremely high opinions of it.
It wasn't just because of his cultivation and weapon-refining prowess, she thought, but also because she deeply loved his Dao and his weapons.
Shen Qing nodded.
"Qing Yiyuan is willing to take them out. If by chance he meets... the right person..."
Lou Fengcheng looked straight at Shen Qingyi.
"Shen Qingyi, I have felt your sincerity since the day I first met you. I still feel it now."
Even with the Saint Slayer before him, and knowing the extraordinary nature of these treasures, he was still so sincere...
"I'm very curious about the current world of immortal cultivation..."
There are disciples like her.
“But, I seem to understand…”
The first time she walked into the hall, the dark brown soil under her feet indicated the past and present of the trapped Northern Territory.
In the past, Kunbei Territory was a battlefield, drowned in blood. Today, resentment still lingers in Kunbei Territory.
He didn't know what the future of Kunbei Territory would be like.
But if everyone...
(End of this chapter)
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