Chapter 91

The old man put down the oars, turned to glance at Meng Hao, and walked over with a smile, picking up the wine flask to pour and drink a cup.

"What confusion do you seek to resolve?"

"To resolve a phrase, the phrase is, ancient path, holding the seal of the sky..." Meng Hao held the wine cup and spoke softly. However, as soon as he said these few words, the old man's expression suddenly changed, and even the little girl beside him turned pale instantly. At that moment, the entire Northern Sea was stirred up with roaring waves, causing the boat to sway violently.

"Stop!" the old man shouted. The wine cup in his hand turned into smoke. He looked at Meng Hao for a long time.

Meng Hao was taken aback.

"Do not speak that phrase. I cannot resolve it, and no one in this world can. If you truly wish to understand, then enter the heart of the sea." The old man was silent for a long time, then looked at the little girl. Her complexion gradually returned, and she nodded lightly.

"What is the heart of the sea?" Meng Hao was silent for a moment, then asked slowly.

"The heart of the sea is the thousand-year-old thoughts hidden deep in the sea. To find your answer, first find your own heart." The old man looked at Meng Hao with deep meaning.

Meng Hao's eyes showed contemplation. After an unknown amount of time, when Meng Hao raised his head, he suddenly froze. The old man was gone from the boat, and even the little girl had disappeared. The vast lake surface was now left with only Meng Hao. When he looked down, even the boat had vanished.

Meng Hao stood there in a daze. When he looked into the distance, his eyes suddenly focused. He saw a group of people on the shore, pushing a brand new boat into the lake, their laughter echoing, like a blessing surrounding the new boat.

This boat sailed into the lake, rowed by a middle-aged man with his wife and children. Day after day, year after year, Meng Hao watched without blinking, forgetting the passage of time. He saw the middle-aged man grow old, the child grow up, and the child taking over the father's profession, generation after generation.

The once brand new boat gradually developed cracks, became weathered, and eventually aged. It became an old boat.

One day, the boat was in such a state of disrepair that even repairs could not extend its life. It sank to the bottom of the lake.

It was born on the land and died at the bottom of the lake. Its entire life was spent on the lake, accompanied by the generations of mortals who created it and the lake itself. This was its life.

In its life, the lake was its companion. Others did not understand the voice of the lake, but it did. When it sank to the bottom of the lake, it seemed like death, but to it, it was like rebirth.

Because it, awakened.

At the moment of its awakening, it saw a little girl at the bottom of the lake, smiling at it.

"Are you... going to stay with me forever?"

"I don't know how long forever is, but in life, I could understand your voice, and in death... I want to stay with you, continuing my life." At that moment, it understood that it was a boat spirit, a spirit born from listening to the voice of the lake for many years.

In life, its existence was in the lake, and in death, its spirit would protect the lake, forever, until eternity.

From then on, a solitary boat appeared on the lake, and in the cabin, there was a little girl warming wine. They wandered on the lake forever.

Meng Hao's mind was suddenly jolted, and the scene before his eyes gradually blurred. When it became clear again, he was on the boat, the old man holding a wine cup, smiling at him, and the little girl propping her chin with her hands, also smiling.

"This is my heart, the successor of the Demon Sealing Sect. Do you understand?" The old man drank the wine and spoke solemnly.

Meng Hao was silent, his eyes showing confusion. He... did not understand.

"Do not force yourself to find the answer, for if you do, the answer you get will be false. The true answer lies in your life. Walk the path, and perhaps you will find it." The old man's expression was weathered as he looked at Meng Hao.

"Big brother, there is its aura beneath your feet. Do not provoke it, and remember... the ancient path of demon sealing, its thoughts are like scriptures." The little girl suddenly spoke. As soon as she spoke, the Northern Sea suddenly churned with waves, towering and surging in all directions, drowning the solitary boat in darkness.

Meng Hao did not dodge, but closed his eyes. After a long time, when he opened his eyes, he was sitting cross-legged on the shore of the Northern Sea. The Northern Sea was calm, with no waves, no solitary boat. It seemed that everything before was just an illusion.

The little girl had never appeared, nor had the old man. Everything seemed like a dream.

"There is its aura beneath my feet..." Meng Hao's eyes showed confusion as he looked down at his feet, seeing only his shoes, nothing else.

"The ancient path of demon sealing, its thoughts are like scriptures..." Meng Hao frowned, half understanding, half not. He slowly stood up, bowed to the Northern Sea, and performed the third bow.

"I do not understand today, but one day, I will surely understand." Meng Hao looked up at the Northern Sea and spoke softly.

The waves of the Northern Sea rippled, as if responding to Meng Hao's words. Meng Hao stood up in silence, but at that moment, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he turned to look into the distance. He saw several streaks of light rushing towards him from afar.

"Meng Hao!"

"He's actually here! The sect leader went out to find him!"

"Capture him, and everything will be clear!"

There were three streaks of light, each containing a cultivator. One was at the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation, and the other two were at the Eighth Layer. The three stood on a large flute. Meng Hao recognized the two at the Eighth Layer; they were Zhou and Xu, who had pursued him before.

As for the one at the Ninth Layer, he was a young man in his thirties, with a cold expression, standing on a green flute in the air, looking coldly at Meng Hao.

Below the three, five more people were rushing towards them.

Meng Hao's expression was calm. He glanced at the group indifferently, then bowed to the Northern Sea. Almost immediately, the eyes of Zhou and Xu from the Qu Shui Sect in the sky flashed, and they simultaneously cast a spell, causing dark clouds to gather and thunder to rumble, as if a storm was about to descend.

The young man at the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation slapped his storage bag, and a large drum flew out. He struck it, and the drum sound echoed like thunder, causing countless grains of sand to rise from the ground and rush towards Meng Hao.

In an instant, a bolt of lightning struck towards Meng Hao's head. However, just as the lightning was about to hit, Meng Hao's expression remained calm. He raised his right hand and punched the lightning.

With a loud boom, the lightning was shattered by Meng Hao's punch, turning into countless arcs of electricity that scattered in all directions. Then, a sharp light flashed in Meng Hao's eyes.

"Looking for death!" Meng Hao took a step forward, and a flying sword whistled, lifting him into the air, transforming into a streak of light. In an instant, he was near the three in the sky. As the countless grains of sand approached, he clenched his right fist and punched forward.

The power of the Thirteenth Layer of Qi Condensation, at its peak, erupted from Meng Hao's body, isolating the surrounding spiritual energy. However, this made Meng Hao's punch even more powerful, shattering the incoming grains of sand and creating a strong wind that made the three cultivators' faces change, as if a mountain was about to crush them.

The three spat out blood, especially Zhou and Xu, whose feet were on the flute, which shattered. Their faces showed disbelief, but before they could retreat, two streaks of sword light flashed, slicing through their necks, and their heads flew off, their blood splattering. The two cultivators at the Eighth Layer of Qi Condensation were instantly killed.

Meng Hao then turned to look at the cultivator from the Qu Shui Sect, who was now pale and trembling, quickly retreating. The other people on the ground were also terrified.

"You... what level of cultivation are you?!" The cultivator from the Qu Shui Sect was trembling, his eyes showing disbelief. In his view, to instantly kill two cultivators at the Eighth Layer of Qi Condensation was something even a cultivator at the Ninth Layer could not do, unless it was... a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

However, although Meng Hao's cultivation seemed unfathomable, he did not have the pressure of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, which left the cultivator from the Qu Shui Sect in a state of uncertainty.

As soon as he spoke, Meng Hao's expression remained calm, but he took a step forward. This step felt as if he was stepping on the heart of the Qu Shui Sect cultivator, making him feel a jolt. He immediately turned and ran.

However, he was only at the Ninth Layer of Qi Condensation, and no matter how fast he ran, he could not compare to Meng Hao, who had reached the peak of Qi Condensation. As soon as he retreated, Meng Hao took a step and crossed several meters, appearing beside the Qu Shui Sect cultivator. He raised his right hand and punched.

The Qu Shui Sect cultivator's eyes widened in fear. The sense of impending death was overwhelming. He roared and slapped his storage bag, causing several flying swords, a small drum, and a jade slip with runes to fly out, trying to defend himself.

Meng Hao's expression did not change. His punch shattered the flying swords as soon as they touched, then the small drum exploded with a loud bang, and finally, the jade slip.

The jade slip could resist a strike from a Ninth Layer cultivator, but under Meng Hao's peak Qi Condensation, it could not even last a moment, shattering instantly.

Nothing could resist Meng Hao's punch, not even the cultivator's best efforts. Meng Hao's fist grew larger and larger, until it struck the cultivator's chest.

With a loud boom, this cultivator, who was well-known in the Qu Shui Sect and even in the Zhao Kingdom, had his chest caved in, spewing blood, and his body flew back several meters before dying.

The entire process took only a few breaths, and Meng Hao had killed three people!

This scene left the remaining Qu Shui Sect disciples pale and terrified. They immediately fled in all directions, their only thought being to escape as far as possible. Meng Hao was not someone they could resist, and his calm demeanor while killing was even more terrifying to them.

Meng Hao was not calm; he had a sigh in his heart. The events of the Yanzi Kingdom had taught him to eliminate witnesses and to be decisive in killing, though it was not what he wished, he had to act this way.

Seeing the fleeing figures, if he had acted as he did before, he would not have continued. But now, his eyes flashed with cold light, and he raised his right hand. Ten flying swords, imbued with his peak Qi Condensation, suddenly flew out. In the air, the quality of the swords could not withstand Meng Hao's power, and they exploded, turning into countless fragments that swept through the air.

Screams echoed one after another, and the Qu Shui Sect cultivators who were trying to escape were all killed!

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