Chapter 97 Success is assured no matter how many times we try.
Pei Wenjing was doing something that was destined to have no result, which Shen Cangyu considered futile and meaningless.
To spend one's entire life chasing after fleeting illusions.
Is it necessary?
In Shen Cangyu's view, Pei Wenjing might be better off if he fell in love with someone else. Shen Cangyu could understand all the principles of the world and read the emotions in people's eyes, but she couldn't grasp love. She could casually tell an author, "Your words still love me," but the words were frivolous; she didn't actually understand what love was.
In her view, love is an intense, extreme liking, but she cannot give this intense emotion to others; she only loves herself.
She watched Pei Wenjing walk towards her, like a clay figure plunging headfirst into a vast ocean. He was reckless, yet she felt sorry for him.
She couldn't give him a response. Shen Cangyu thought, if Pei Wenjing liked someone else, that would be better.
The brilliant lights shone on Shen Cangyu and between them.
"I have nothing left to pursue in my life, so just let me go and leave me alone." Don't push me away.
Coming is easy, leaving is hard; parting is easy, reuniting is hard. Pei Wenjing only wanted to stay by Shen Cangyu's side and complete this part of the story. He didn't know how many more years this world would exist, nor did he know if Shen Cangyu would still be here when the world restarted next time.
He dared not think about how long it would take him to master the Tai Chi Daoist arts in his next life, or how long it would take him to remember Shen Cangyu and then search the world for her.
Looking at Pei Wenjing's focused gaze, Shen Cangyu suddenly remembered what Huang Menglu had said to her in the past.
“You people who are devoted to the cause of all things have always been fond of forcing things. Once you have decided on a direction, you will plunge headlong into it, even if you are battered and bruised and never recover.”
Those who have all their talents and interests are Shen Cangyu and Pei Wenjing.
They just ended up going in different directions.
"Are you done talking?"
A voice drifted from above, and they looked up to see a familiar figure on the winding, overlapping steps.
Thousands of people rested their hands on the railing of the stairs, looking down at them.
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The smoke from the incense burner rose and drifted into the aroma of tea.
Looking at Wan Qianzhong, who was playing with copper coins, Shen Cangyu said, "Let's cooperate."
The transmission of Taoist teachings to mortals, to the spirit of the locust tree, and the dissemination of the art of mind—these were all divine instructions, or rather, the author's directives to her.
But Shen Cangyu is not coming to Wan Qianzhong to settle the score about the previous deal, but to cooperate with Wan Qianzhong.
Wan Qianzhong expanded his copper coin eyes and passed on his mental techniques to mortals, attempting to blur the lines between mortals and cultivators. From past conversations between Shen Cangyu and Wan Qianzhong, it's clear that Wan Qianzhong dislikes Kunlun, dislikes cultivators who rely on their magical abilities to consider themselves superior, dislikes aristocratic lineages, and dislikes superficial distinctions of rank and status.
Unlike other cultivators, Wan Qianzhong didn't have a background, bloodline, or connections. During her many years in Kunlun, she had been trying to find a way to break the deadlock. She wanted to break the layers of shackles that bound her to the Dao, so that cultivation could return to its true purpose and the Dao could return to its true purpose.
Creating a new Daoist method is difficult. Without an audience and theoretical support, a Daoist method cannot continue, and it will constantly face skepticism from other cultivators.
"She just likes those unorthodox things. She doesn't like to take the right path. She seems to think she's very powerful and believes she can create a unique Taoist method."
"Just conceited."
Fang Bushou believed that Wan Qianzhong was talented. If she had stayed in Wanqi Guixin or gone to another Daoist sect, she might have achieved great things with her talent and hard work. But she refused to listen and insisted on researching a new Daoist sect.
Stubbornly, they refused to bow their heads, unwilling to submit to the proven path of "all things returning to the heart" that led to immortality, unwilling to choose the celestial secrets revered by many cultivators, and even less willing to give up everything in the mortal world to become a carefree hermit.
She wanted to create her own Daoist method. No, she didn't want a Daoist method; she wanted to create a type of magic that everyone could use, to overthrow the pride of cultivators, and to build her own world to prove her abilities.
Fang Bushou saw her stubbornness and said to her, "Have you ever thought about why, throughout the thousands of years of history, no one has been able to find the path you want? Were the ancients too dull? Or were they short-sighted?"
Wan Qianzhong remained silent, but Fang Bushou's words were exactly what she had in mind.
She wanted change, she wanted innovation, she wanted new ideas, she wanted to change people's status quo, she wanted to be the cauldron of fire and wind, she wanted to ride the favorable wind to make the fire burn brighter and brighter.
"But Qianzhong, people in the past weren't as foolish as you think. The river of history flows on for thousands of years. There must have been people who had the same thoughts as you. Perhaps they, like you, tried to create a spell that could be used by both cultivators and mortals, hoping to achieve universal harmony and dispel prejudices in people's hearts. But you can't see it now, which means they failed. Time has filtered out too many people, and the spells that remain are people's last choices."
Wan Qianzhong is a person who does not believe in fate, but it is undeniable that the owl god in her destiny has firmly grasped her fate and her future.
She drew upon the strengths of many schools of thought, creating numerous mental techniques, but despite possessing these techniques, she was unable to condense them into her own Daoist principles. What exactly are Daoist principles?
Wan Qianzhong began to feel lost. She felt that her Daoist arts could not be formed, perhaps because the people of Kunlun did not trust her and she could not gain followers. She needed to let more people see her own Daoist arts, and she needed a vast and fertile land for her Daoist arts to take root and grow.
So she left Kunlun. She traveled the world and saw too many people's hearts. Suddenly she realized that even if she had power, she could not change this world.
Mental cunning can be a source of strength, giving people the courage to overthrow evil forces, but it can also fall into the hands of evil people.
After much back and forth, she initially didn't believe Fang Bushou's words, but as it turned out, the emergence of scheming could not achieve fairness and justice. So she took advantage of people's greed and created the Copper Coin Eye, intending to stop evil with evil.
“If you want to cooperate with me to persuade me, or to borrow my abilities to save Kunlun, then I’m sorry to refuse,” Wan Qianzhong said. “Only one of us, Kunlun or I, can survive.”
"Moreover, besides Copper Coin Eye, Wuliangsheng and Hundred Eyes Mirror both want to overthrow Kunlun. You can stop me, but you can't stop the others."
Wan Qianzhong believed that only by overthrowing Kunlun could various different Daoist methods flourish and return to the original state of the Hundred Schools of Thought. The existence of Kunlun constantly reminded people that only a few Daoist methods were the true path and could ultimately lead to immortality. No one was willing to try new Daoist methods, and therefore no one would ever know what new methods could lead to immortality.
As long as Kunlun exists, people will take Kunlun as their role model and follow their path, never considering other paths or other methods.
As more and more people become afraid of making mistakes, the existing methods will become fewer and fewer, class distinctions will become more and more distinct, and the magnificent scene of a hundred flowers blooming, which everyone desires, will never come.
Wan Qianzhong knew that countless difficulties stood in her way, and she might not have the chance to realize her dream one day.
Overthrowing Kunlun is a very difficult thing. Wan Qianzhong understands that she may die on this path, but the greatest thing for a martyr is to die for one's cause, and she will not hesitate to do so.
“If you knew about the conflict between me and Kunlun, you shouldn’t have come to see me today,” Wan Qianzhong said. She had embarked on this path of greed and cunning; there was no turning back. She knew that Shen Cangyu and Kunlun had a deep connection, and that Shen Cangyu existed to protect Kunlun.
Wan Qianzhong forcibly applied the Copper Coin Eye Dao Technique to Shen Cangyu, attempting to win her over and bring her under her wing, and also trying to prevent her from going to Kunlun. This was for this very reason. If this person couldn't be an ally, she could only be an enemy, and Shen Cangyu would become a very formidable enemy.
Shen Cangyu looked at Wan Qianzhong and asked, "I'm very curious, what gave you the courage to believe that you could one day overthrow Kunlun?"
With a furrowed brow, Shen Cangyu said, "You still owe me answers to many questions. You should give me those answers."
To tell the truth, to tell a lie, or to tell a mixture of truth and falsehood?
Thousands of heavy fingers touched the teacup in front of him, but Shen Cangyu's voice rang out on its own: "Did Tianyin give you power? She gave you encouragement, gave you courage, and told you that everything you do will succeed, right?"
At the same time, Shen Cangyu thought to himself, "You are using her to fulfill a wish that you have never been able to achieve. You want to make up for your regrets, so in your story, everything Wan Qianchong does will definitely succeed, right, author?"
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Shen Cangyu closed his eyes.
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