Chapter 19: Purple Crystal Agate

The jade pendant was entirely purple, just like the purple afterglow that accompanies the sun when it first appears on the horizon. One glance was enough to know that this extraordinary purple was not a color that should exist in the human world!

The moment it appeared in Meng Chao Ran's palm, it was touched by sunlight, and suddenly a myriad of rays of light burst forth! It seemed as if all the purple in the world had gathered here!

This is a precious gem!

At first sight, Chu Yang came to this conclusion. In his previous life, he had traveled the world and seen countless treasures and countless top-quality jades, but very few could compare to this small piece of jade before his eyes.

"This jade is called Purple Crystal Agate," Meng Chao Ran said quietly. "It may look small, but it is an extremely complete piece of agate! Such Purple Crystal Agate is extremely rare, only appearing once in ten thousand years. Ten thousand pieces of the finest jade can hardly match the value of one piece of Purple Crystal Agate! Only in the center of a Purple Crystal Agate mine that has been sedimented for ten thousand years, is there a tiny chance of finding a piece of agate!"

"The value of this Purple Crystal Agate is unparalleled in the world!" Meng Chao Ran slowly turned around. "When I found you, this agate was hanging around your neck!"

His eyes, sharp as lightning, stared at Chu Yang's face, making Chu Yang feel a strong burning sensation on his cheeks.

Chu Yang's Adam's apple moved up and down, and he suddenly felt a dryness in his throat. Reaching out to take the priceless Purple Crystal Agate, his usually steady hands trembled slightly.

Is this the only token of my identity?

"In the center of this agate, there is a 'Chu' character carved," Meng Chao Ran said slowly. "The surface of the agate is completely undamaged, but there is such a character inside. Such skill is far beyond my reach, I absolutely cannot do it!"

"The 'Chu' character may be your name, or your surname," Meng Chao Ran sighed slightly. "When I carried you out of there and climbed to the top of a mountain, the sky suddenly cleared, and the dark night had just passed, with the sun rising in the east."

He paused and said, "Just like today, at this very moment!"

"The rising sun is my lifelong love! So at that time, I named you Chu Yang!" Meng Chao Ran's voice was a bit dry, his tone calm, but it seemed as if a surging lava was roaring beneath the calm...

"I hope you will not let the name Chu Yang down. Do not let this Purple Crystal Agate down!" Meng Chao Ran took a deep breath, and his emotions immediately calmed down. "Your background is probably not ordinary. If you had continued to be as mediocre as before, I would not have given you this agate."

"Actually, I hope you live a mediocre life," Meng Chao Ran said softly. "But a peaceful one." He did not turn around, but his eyes revealed deep emotion. Like a father who has endured hardships, he only hoped his son would live a peaceful life, without the desire for great wealth and honor.

Because great wealth and honor come with corresponding risks. Parents do not wish their children to take even the slightest risk.

Chu Yang listened quietly, without interrupting.

But his heart was in turmoil.

Meng Chao Ran's words completely disrupted his thoughts. These words seemed to be a simple narration of Chu Yang's background, but Chu Yang could sense that they contained a wealth of information.

Purple Crystal Agate. Priceless and extremely rare!

There is a character inside, but the surface is undamaged. Purple Crystal Agate is hard to damage even by swords and knives, and it has the ability to resist true qi and primordial energy. Even the innate holy power of the Holy Clan cannot harm it. Purple Crystal Agate is naturally even stronger!

Even a Martial Venerable would find it difficult to leave such a mark on it. Not to mention leaving a character inside without damaging the surface!

Could the person who carved this character be an emperor, or even higher?

To hang such a rare treasure around the neck of an infant and then abandon the infant, what could be the reason behind it? What is the truth behind this?

My background is shrouded in mystery... To uncover this mystery, I would need considerable strength! And the person who carved the character was already an emperor or higher sixteen years ago...

Chu Yang lightly bit his lower lip, his eyes fixed, and a mysterious light flashed in them. I might not have been abandoned! There might be another reason.

This thought, once it arose, was like a ten-thousand-foot ray of sunlight, dispelling the gloom in his heart; his cold heart slowly warmed...

His palm slowly closed, tightly gripping the Purple Crystal Agate!

The agate was smooth and cold, but in his excitement, true qi flowed through his hands, and upon touching the agate, a strange warmth suddenly emanated from it. This warmth, like a current of air, entered his meridians through his palm, slowly warming his entire body... The fatigue from his morning practice was completely gone in this moment!

Chu Yang's heart trembled, and he suddenly looked up at Meng Chao Ran.

"You are right," Meng Chao Ran smiled. "This Purple Crystal Agate has the ability to quickly restore fatigue. It may have other effects as well, so you must take good care of it! But I advise you not to rely too much on this item."

"Understood," Chu Yang's eyes were filled with gratitude. With such a treasure, he could practice day and night, and his cultivation would advance rapidly. No matter who possessed it, they would likely keep it for themselves.

As long as Meng Chao Ran did not say anything, Chu Yang would never know. Even if it was placed in front of him, he would not know that this was his identity token.

But Meng Chao Ran had silently kept it for sixteen years and now returned it to him!

Such virtue is rare in the world!

In Chu Yang's heart, Meng Chao Ran's sincerity and commitment were far more precious than the Purple Crystal Agate!

Chu Yang understood Meng Chao Ran's advice not to rely too much on it. Without the feeling of fatigue, there would be no limit to what the human body could endure. And only by feeling the limit and breaking through it could a martial artist advance to a higher realm!

"From this jade pendant, your background is either one of great wealth and honor or a noble family from beyond the heavens!" Meng Chao Ran said slowly. "Before your strength grows to a sufficient level, do not easily touch it, as it could bring you deadly trouble! If it comes to that, even the entire Beyond the Heavens Tower might not be able to save your life! Remember this well!"

"Understood. I will remember it," Chu Yang answered solemnly. Since seeing the Purple Crystal Agate, he had already had this feeling.

"Also, one of my greatest wishes in life is to promote and protect the Beyond the Heavens Tower!" Meng Chao Ran sighed. "Since you have the heart of a strong person, help me protect it well."

"Understood," Chu Yang nodded deeply. Others might not know, but he clearly knew that in four years, the Beyond the Heavens Tower would face a great calamity. This nod meant he was taking on this responsibility!

With his current meager cultivation, achieving this goal would require efforts a thousand times greater than others, and even then, it might not be enough.

But regardless, this was the first goal in his life!

Beyond the Heavens Tower!

Once the Beyond the Heavens Tower overcomes this crisis, it will be the time for him to wield his sword and travel the world, to find the Nine Tribulations Sword, find Mo Qing Wu, and uncover the mystery of his background!

After Chu Yang's rebirth, his goals were simple: Mo Qing Wu, Nine Tribulations Sword. Find Mo Qing Wu and love her for life. Find the Nine Tribulations Sword and reach the peak.

The mystery of his background, in his previous life, he did not know about the Purple Crystal Agate, and he had no hope of uncovering the mystery. As for the sect... his feelings were always very indifferent. But in this life, these two matters came to him at the same time!

"Why did Master speak to me about these things today?" Chu Yang pondered. "Master never mentioned them before."

Meng Chao Ran smiled, looking at the blood-red afterglow on the horizon, and said calmly, "We have many disciples in the Beyond the Heavens Tower, but each one practices swordsmanship and cultivation purely for the sake of practice."

He paused for a long time before slowly continuing, "But today, when I saw you practicing swordsmanship and cultivation, you were practicing for the world!"

Chu Yang was silent.

Meng Chao Ran, facing the rising sun, took a long, long breath. The breath was so long, as if it had been suppressed in his heart for decades.

His eyes, looking at the sun, showed a strange expression, as if reminiscing, or in pain, or melancholy... His expression was very complex, as if he was immersed in a dream, unable to extricate himself.

After a long time, he murmured as if in a dream, "Winds and rains cannot wash away the scars of the heart, the vicissitudes of life cannot erase the pain of love; do not speak of eternity, for separation reveals desolation..."

His voice was very low, like a murmur, a dream, or a moan and a cry. It was the kind of despair and helplessness that is suppressed to the brink of eruption but cannot be expressed in tears, an endless sorrow.

This voice, heard by Chu Yang, made him feel as if his heart was shattered and scattered in those few short words...

This feeling reminded Chu Yang of the moment in his previous life when he was at the end of his rope on the Thunder and Lightning Platform, with no hope of survival, and thinking of Mo Qing Wu, his heart was shattered.

Meng Chao Ran's current state was almost the same as his own at that time. Could it be that Master had also experienced a regrettable event in his life?

Perhaps it was this event that made Meng Chao Ran indifferent to everything and not care about anything.

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