Fu Lanjun was heartbroken and asked her, "You are already a cultivator, how could you not know that the cycle of revenge is a result of past karma?"
"By doing this, you will only increase their karmic retribution."
"They are ordinary people, and they cannot bear your daily and nightly repentance."
Fu Lanjun kept trying to persuade Qi Shanqing.
Jiang Si and Master Wuyou watched from dawn till sunset outside.
Master Wuyou forced a yawn and said, "Why don't you go back to your room and rest? I'll keep watch here."
Jiang Si: "..."
How could she possibly let an old man stay here?
Moreover, she could tell that Master Wuyou's cultivation had reached a bottleneck. He might be the second best in the world, but compared to her former disciples, he was at the very bottom.
If he cannot progress any further, Master Wuyou's lifespan will not increase, and he may soon pass away, but unfortunately, he will not be able to become an immortal.
Jiang Si felt deeply saddened by the current Dharma-ending Age.
“The night is long,” Jiang Si said, “Why don’t we discuss cultivation methods?”
This immediately roused Master Wuyou.
Each sect has its own unique cultivation method, which can be considered the sect's most prized possession, and very few people would take it out.
He couldn't fathom Jiang Si's origins, but her magical powers were probably the greatest in the world.
Can such secrets be easily revealed to outsiders?
Jiang Si didn't need to calculate to know what he was thinking.
“Progress comes from communication.” Jiang Si pulled out a manual from her bosom. It was printed quite exquisitely and even had a beautiful cover, looking like a martial arts novel. “You’ve been stuck because your foundation was insufficient in the early stages. This manual can help you build a better foundation.”
The speechless master was stunned and speechless for a long time before finally saying, "How could you bear to part with something so precious?"
"Valuable?" Jiang Si was embarrassed to say that this was the most basic cultivation technique manual of her time, and it was even commonplace.
"Don't be embarrassed, I have many more. I've had dozens printed." It started with Guan Qingchen and Li Jianshan, who could barely share one copy. Later, Guan Qingchen's master found out by chance, so Jiang Si had them have dozens printed.
I can provide it if needed.
Jiang Si doesn't need to be afraid of causing any great chaos. For ordinary people without wisdom and insight, seeing this is no different from reading a book from heaven. Even if someone is exceptionally talented, without someone to guide them, they can only see it but not use it.
Jiang Si also secretly hoped that there would be more true cultivators in this era who would do righteous things in the world.
Upon hearing that there were dozens of books, Master Wuyou felt a lump in his throat.
Such precious things should not be defiled in this way.
He carefully opened it, and the beginner techniques inside were different from those they were familiar with, some even going against the grain, but upon closer inspection, they were indeed ingenious.
It even seems somewhat similar to fragments passed down from ancient times.
"This..." Master Wuyou exclaimed as if he had found a treasure, "Is it an innate cultivation technique?"
Master Wuyou is quite old, and he vaguely knows some things.
This is not the innate skill of the once glorious Qingyun Temple?
Jiang Si never expected to hear the name "Innate Technique".
The name "Innate Skill" was given to her by her master. It sounded impressive, but at the time it was so common that everyone had a copy. However, her master said that all cultivators need to cultivate their foundation. Those whose foundation is not stable will find it difficult to achieve great things.
Therefore, the name "Innate Technique" is not an exaggeration.
"Could it be that Master Jiang Si is a disciple of Qingyun Temple on Tushen Mountain?"
Jiang Si was deeply moved, but on the surface she remained calm and composed. "Master Wuyou is joking. I am just a self-taught practitioner."
"This Qingyun Temple sounds quite powerful?"
Master Wuyou sighed, "I only know a little bit about it."
It has been passed down from generation to generation, leaving only fragments of words.
“Back then, it was said that the Asura King slaughtered the entire Qingyun Temple, but I…” Master Wuyou hesitated for a moment before saying, “The founder of my sect saw with his own eyes that the Asura King was extremely weak and could not possibly go to Qingyun Temple, but for some reason, it was said that the Asura King did it.”
However, these are all impossible to verify now.
"Now, ten thousand years have passed, and the situation at that time is unknown. However, since the destruction of Qingyun Temple, all the cultivation sects have withered away, and the spiritual energy in the human world has been scattered. There has been no Mahayana practitioner for ten thousand years."
Master Wuyou sighed deeply.
"Isn't it said that after the Asura King destroyed the Qingyun Temple, he destroyed his own primordial spirit, causing the Heavenly Ladder to collapse, and from then on, the heavens and the human world became like an insurmountable chasm, and spiritual energy could no longer be exchanged, which led to the loss of all spiritual energy in the human world?"
"That's strange enough when you think about it." Master Wuyou seemed to have some lingering resentment about that period of history. "If the Asura King could have slaughtered the Qingyun Temple, the number one sect at the time, his magical power would have reached its peak. Why would he self-destruct his primordial spirit? Wouldn't that have cut off his own escape route?"
Jiang Si died after fighting the Asura King, completely unaware of what happened afterward.
If Master Wuyou's guess is correct, then who was the one who massacred Qingyun Temple back then?
Back then, all the major sects united to deal with the Asura King, so Jiang Si wasn't surprised that the Asura King would come looking for revenge. But now, it's possible that the one back then wasn't the Asura King at all. Who was it then?
Who are the truly capable individuals lurking in the heavens and on earth?
While Jiang Si was struggling with her inner turmoil, a familiar, cold voice came from the other end.
"It's not easy. Your brain, which only knows how to fight and kill, has finally started to think?"
Jiang Si looked over and saw that it was Qin Zhi.
No, perhaps it is the Asura King.
"You..." Jiang Si began to speak, but then suddenly realized that something seemed unusual in the air.
Everything came to a standstill.
Master Wuyou, sitting next to him, had his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something.
How could the Asura King freeze time so effortlessly? What terrifying state had he reached?
What did you do?
"I'll tell you some secrets that shouldn't be heard by outsiders," Qin Zhi said with a hint of sarcasm.
As he walked, Qin Zhi's appearance changed, and by the time he reached me, he was dressed as before.
That Asura King who once struck fear into the hearts of all beings in the Three Realms.
He wore a jade crown, had a handsome face, and was dressed in a black robe.
He was dressed like this during his final battle with Jiang Si.
Millennia have passed, yet the taste in clothing remains unchanged.
After all, the two had a life-or-death feud, and Jiang Si subconsciously placed her right hand on the Cold Light Sword at her waist.
Ashura glanced at him, then leisurely sat down on a chair to the side, opening the folding fan in his arms and gently waving it.
Jiang Si felt looked down upon.
She took a deep breath. "What did you mean by that just now?"
"It means that you were tricked back then, instigated to oppose my Asura clan, and then both sides suffered heavy losses."
"Furthermore, I don't have the time to massacre your Qingyun Temple; it was someone behind it."
Jiang Si asked, "How can you guarantee that what you're saying is true?"
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