"If your heart is black, the world is black. If your heart is white, the world is white! Ling Shuang, are you right about what I'm saying?"
Shanghai.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Lin Yu gazed at the night sky.
A figure slowly appeared, gazing up at him with gentle yet adoring eyes.
“Whatever Master says is right!” Han Ling Shuang replied obediently.
"Shouldn't everyone have their own principles?"
"Positions always change! They change as perceptions change! Just as you, Master, have changed me!"
"You're wrong. I didn't change you; I just awakened you!" Lin Yu corrected him.
Han Ling Shuang smiled slightly, "You're right. You awakened my conscience and freed me from the fate of being a furnace cauldron. So, whatever you say is right!"
Lin Yu slowly turned around and said calmly, "Actually, right and wrong are not important. What's important is that you can accept yourself, recognize your conscience, and do what you want! When you can't recognize your conscience, you can't do what you want, because at that time, whatever you do is wrong!"
"So, what exactly does it mean to recognize one's own conscience?" Han Ling Shuang suddenly fell into confusion again.
Lin Yu smiled and said, "If it is conscience, then you must ask yourself! However, there is one condition... I have no mind, therefore I have no dharma. One should abide nowhere and yet give rise to the mind. There should be the marks of self, others, sentient beings, and lifespan! If there is attachment in the heart, then one has strayed far from conscience!"
"The appearance of self, the appearance of others, the appearance of all living beings, the appearance of lifespan..." Han Ling Shuang murmured to herself, her eyes still somewhat bewildered.
"If there were no forms, where would I come from..."
At this point, Han Ling Shuang suddenly had a flash of inspiration and murmured, "I think I understand now. As long as there is 'I,' it is wrong. If there is no 'I,' then I have no heart. When I kill, I am saving people. When I do evil, I am doing good! Master, am I right?"
Lin Yu smiled and nodded, "Now, you can come out of seclusion!"
Han Ling Shuang nodded, "Tomorrow, we'll prepare to return to the Hall of Judgment!"
A murderous intent slowly welled up in her eyes.
Her youth had already ended when she was eight years old.
Her sole purpose in life was revenge.
Jiang Enyi, the enemy who killed his parents, caused the deaths of hundreds of members of the Duanmu family.
If this grudge is not avenged, then I have not lived a proper life!
The feud that has lasted for twenty years must finally be settled.
Lin Yu nodded. "The Northern Star is about to move, and great chaos is about to erupt! I will also face a decisive battle with the ancient martial arts. During this time, I do not want the arbitration of force to get involved. This matter is now in your hands!"
"Yes!" Han Ling Shuang knelt on one knee and said respectfully, "Master, rest assured, I have mastered the Supreme Forgetfulness Technique. I am 50% confident that I can take Jiang Gou's life!"
"Half? That doesn't seem enough!"
Lin Yu shook his head, and with a gentle wave of his hand, a transparent sword aura instantly shot into her brow.
Han Ling Shuang felt a buzzing in her head, and her delicate body swayed violently.
But soon, everything returned to calm.
"Master, this is..."
At this moment, she felt a chilling yet majestic sword intent rising and falling within her sea of consciousness.
This sword intent is terrifying; it's not something from the mortal world at all. It seems to have transcended the universe and all things, hanging high above the dome!
"This is the Xuanyuan Sword Intent! You only have one chance to activate it, in conjunction with the Supreme Forgetfulness! Remember, you only have one chance! The rest depends on your luck!" Lin Yu said calmly, slowly turning around.
Han Ling Shuang clenched her fists tightly, bowed, and said, "I will keep Master's words in mind. This servant will take her leave!"
brush!
Han Ling Shuang's figure slowly disappeared into the darkness.
"Young Marshal!"
After Han Ling Shuang left, another figure walked over and bowed respectfully.
It's Feng Jiu.
"Hmm, what's been happening with the ancient martial arts sect these past few days?"
"It's the same old story. I heard that the arbitration tribunal meeting is in a few days. I guess they want to make plans after the meeting!"
Feng Jiu analyzed, "After all, right now it's just a conflict between you and the ancient martial arts. If it escalates to the arbitration tribunal, then it will be a conflict for the entire martial arts world. They want to escalate the problem and put pressure on the Divine Blood!"
Lin Yu's lips curled up slightly. "So, the main reason they don't dare to touch me now is because they're afraid of the divine blood?"
Feng Jiu nodded. "Yes, the ancient martial arts have existed for thousands of years, and their foundation is unimaginable. If we're talking about fear, they've only ever feared the old sect leader. As for you, sect leader, they probably just look down on you! Now that the old sect leader has been out of the public eye for a hundred years, as long as the Divine Blood doesn't show up, they'll inevitably start to make their move!"
Lin Yu sneered, "Then I'm even more eager to face this battle!"
"By the way, what's the situation in the north right now?" Lin Yu asked.
Feng Jiu quickly replied, "The news came last night that the major clans will hold a council meeting tomorrow. It seems these parasites can't hold back any longer!"
"Trying to cut off my escape route?" Lin Yu sneered disdainfully.
Feng Jiu said, "How about we have the young marquis and the others garrison troops in Guanzhong? If there are any changes in the cabinet, the Futu Army can march to Yandu at any time to protect the Grand Secretary! Or we can safely bring the Grand Secretary to the border!"
Lin Yu waved his hand, "The Grand Secretary won't come out of seclusion! Whether the Feng Army enters the pass or the Grand Secretary comes out, it will give those people a pretext to criticize us! The main battlefield is still here. Once the ancient martial arts are pacified, the world will be at peace, and the major events will be settled! Let those people make a fuss!"
Feng Jiu pursed her lips and said, "But once the Western Region and Feidong mobilize all their forces, the world will inevitably descend into chaos. We are in the south, with only the Jinling garrison, and at that time, we don't even know if General Wang Zhonghou can be relied upon!"
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