Chapter 4

"Everyone's personality, thoughts, and insights are different, so naturally their understanding of martial arts is also different. In my view, the people on侠客岛 arguing over their individual interpretations is completely unnecessary, because what they have understood is the most suitable for themselves. Therefore, even though their training methods are different, everyone's martial arts have greatly improved. We cannot say that Shi Potian's method is definitely right and others are definitely wrong."

Pausing for a moment, Dongfang Yu continued, "There are countless martial arts in the world. How can any one of them be the best? In my opinion, the best martial art is the one that suits you the most. The Six Pulse Sword Technique of Dali is indeed powerful, but Mingwang entered and left Tianlong Temple with Duan Yu without any trouble. Why? Shaolin is known as the orthodox of martial arts, but how does Mingwang compare to the Shaolin monks? The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are unparalleled in the martial world, but before Qiao Feng, was there anyone who could achieve such greatness?"

"This... this...", Jiumozhi, with his profound knowledge of Buddhism and martial arts, naturally had great insight. Dongfang Yu's words were like a sudden enlightenment, leaving Jiumozhi stunned. His mind was filled with countless thoughts, but he couldn't express them, even Duan Yu felt a mix of understanding and confusion, not fully grasping the depth of the words.

"Mingwang, what do you think? The Six Pulse Sword Technique is called the best sword technique in the world, but you can enter and leave freely. Why? Because Dali has not yet produced a genius who is most suitable for the Six Pulse Sword Technique."

As he spoke, Dongfang Yu glanced at Duan Yu and continued, "The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Sect are renowned in the martial world, but over the years, not only Qiao Feng has mastered them. Why did only Qiao Feng achieve such a great reputation? In my view, this palm technique is the most suitable for Qiao Feng."

Jiumozhi's mouth opened slightly. Throughout history, countless people have fought over secret martial arts techniques, and even a master like Jiumozhi was no exception. Dongfang Yu's words shattered Jiumozhi's long-held worldview and values, yet he couldn't find any words to refute them.

"The Six Pulse Sword Technique, I have heard of it. It is driven by supreme power,无形无相, and extremely fierce. But in my view, the Flame Blade you created, which is driven by the edge of your palm to release a powerful flame blade, is equally effective and does not yield to the Six Pulse Sword Technique. It is a match for it..."

Boom!

These words were like the last straw, a thunderclap that illuminated Jiumozhi's entire mind. His self-created Flame Blade was not inferior to the Six Pulse Sword Technique?

These words enlightened Jiumozhi, giving him a sense of sudden clarity, like finding the person he was looking for in a dimly lit place. He had spent so much effort pursuing the Six Pulse Sword Technique, only to find it was in vain? His Flame Blade was enough to match the Six Pulse Sword Technique?

"Ha ha ha...", Jiumozhi, who had been stunned, suddenly burst into laughter. The sound waves rolled like the tolling of a bell, and as he laughed, tears streamed down his face. Was it sorrow? Was it joy? Was it regret?

Duan Yu, staring at Jiumozhi, who was laughing and crying, didn't understand his behavior. In the tavern, many people couldn't bear the noise and left one by one.

After a long while, Jiumozhi stopped laughing, wiped the tears from his eyes, and his face glowed with a divine light.

Joining his hands in prayer, he bowed to Duan Yu and said, "Duan Yu, I have offended you these past days. I hope you can forgive me. However, my agreement with Mr. Murong cannot be broken. I am willing to exchange the secret manual of the Flame Blade for the Six Pulse Sword Technique to be burned at Mr. Murong's grave. I swear to the Buddha that if I peek at it, I will be condemned to the Avici Hell, never to be reborn."

"This...", Duan Yu hesitated, unsure whether to agree. He was also amazed at Dongfang Yu's insight. At this moment, even the desire for the Six Pulse Sword Technique had faded, and he still remembered his agreement with Mr. Murong. No wonder Dongfang Yu had toasted to him.

"Congratulations, Mingwang, on your enlightenment," Dongfang Yu said, admiringly. He felt a bit proud of himself. It seemed his ability to persuade was truly remarkable, as even someone like Jiumozhi had been enlightened by his words.

Pausing for a moment, Dongfang Yu continued, "As for Mr. Murong, Mingwang need not be obsessed. According to my knowledge, Mr. Murong is still alive."

"Oh? Is what you say true? Mr. Murong is still alive?" Jiumozhi's expression was excited. "Can you tell me where Mr. Murong is? I will be forever grateful."

"Since Mr. Murong has not appeared, I cannot reveal his location. Mingwang can wait patiently. I believe it won't be long before Mr. Murong reappears," Dongfang Yu said.

"Mr. Dongfang, how can you be so sure about the future?" Jiumozhi looked at Dongfang Yu in surprise. It was one thing to know about the past, but to predict the future, especially Mr. Murong's reappearance, was astonishing.

"Mr. Dongfang is an expert in astrology and divination, capable of predicting the past and future," Duan Yu interjected, answering for Dongfang Yu.

"Brother Duan, did the prediction I gave you come true? No danger, right?" Looking at Duan Yu, Dongfang Yu said with a smile.

"Truly, Zhong Girl, no, Zhong Sister, was indeed saved, but she and Wan Sister became my sisters," Duan Yu said, looking troubled. In the world of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," almost every woman Duan Yu met was his sister, which was quite a blow.

"Meeting today is a matter of fate. I will give you another prediction," Dongfang Yu smiled, calculated with his fingers, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "Brother Duan and Mu Girl are a perfect match. The sibling relationship is not a hindrance. She is not your real sister. You two can love each other boldly."

"Ah? But Brother Dongfang, Wan Sister's identity was confirmed by my father and her master. How could it be wrong?" Before meeting Wang Yuyan, Duan Yu's feelings for Mu Wanqing were sincere. Hearing this, he was both surprised and delighted.

"Divine secrets cannot be revealed. You will know in the future," Dongfang Yu said with a smile.

Dongfang Yu and Duan Yu's conversation left Jiumozhi speechless, but he could tell that Dongfang Yu was indeed an extraordinary person.

Having let go of his obsession with the Six Pulse Sword Technique, Jiumozhi had no intention of staying longer. Joining his hands in prayer, he said, "Mr. Dongfang, I am grateful for your guidance today. Since you enjoy wandering, I will not disturb you further. If you ever visit Tubo, I will welcome you with open arms."

"Um, actually, I wanted to borrow some silver from you. I'm not wandering; I'm here out of necessity..." Jiumozhi's words made Dongfang Yu hesitate. After all, Jiumozhi, though humble, was the national master of Tubo and certainly not short of silver.

Jiumozhi left with many thanks, and Duan Yu, having learned that he could love Mu Wanqing, was overjoyed and eager to leave, even forgetting to thank Dongfang Yu for his rescue.

"Hey, Brother Duan, you're just leaving?" Dongfang Yu called out as Duan Yu was about to leave.

"Brother Dongfang, is there anything else you want to tell me?" Duan Yu looked impatient.

"Um, are you well-off?" Though friends should be indifferent to material things, Dongfang Yu didn't want to waste his time in this tavern.

"Ah!?" Duan Yu's eyes widened, and the lofty image of Dongfang Yu in his mind seemed to crumble.

"What are you looking at? I'm human too, and I need to eat and drink. Do you think I'm here to wander like Jiumozhi said? I'm here out of necessity," Dongfang Yu felt a bit awkward at Duan Yu's expression.

"Alright, I have some silver notes," Duan Yu laughed, feeling closer to Dongfang Yu. He took out several silver notes and handed them to Dongfang Yu.

"I won't take your silver notes for nothing. I'll give you a unique item," Dongfang Yu looked at the notes, each worth a hundred taels, and decided to give Duan Yu his phone.

In this era, his phone was a priceless treasure from a different era, and exchanging it for a few hundred taels of silver was fair.

If he could return, a phone was nothing, but if he couldn't, it would only be a keepsake after it ran out of power. Better to exchange it for silver.

Duan Yu, grateful for the guidance and rescue, initially refused the phone, but after Dongfang Yu explained its functions and insisted, he reluctantly accepted it.

"Come, Brother Dongfang, let's take a photo with this divine device," Duan Yu laughed, took a photo with Dongfang Yu, and left happily.

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