Chapter 95

In the days since Bu Jingyun had been recuperating, his name had spread throughout the Central Plains. As one of the three major disciples of Xiong Ba, he had reached the pinnacle of a first-rate master before the age of twenty. Moreover, he had managed to kill the veteran innate expert, the leader of the Juling Sect, Wei Wudi, in a one-on-one battle. In this battle, the Tianxia Society had mobilized a thousand experts to slaughter the Juling Sect, a once prominent sect among the five gates and seven schools of the Central Plains. All 728 members of the Juling Sect were killed without exception, demonstrating the tyranny and power of the Tianxia Society.

Sitting in the main hall of the Tianxia Society, Xiong Ba looked at the intelligence in his hand and smiled with satisfaction. Bu Jingyun's performance was highly satisfactory to Xiong Ba.

"Yun and Feng are indeed the left and right arms of my rise. I didn't expect Bu Jingyun to break through to the innate realm. An innate expert at eighteen! Let the entire Central Plains martial world tremble for you," Xiong Ba thought to himself.

Wen Chouchou, standing beside Xiong Ba, noticed his good mood and said, "Leader, with the help of Yun and Feng, unifying the martial world is just around the corner! I wish you eternal rule over the martial world!" Wen Chouchou said, fanning himself.

"Ha ha ha ha! Good, eternal rule over the martial world! The dominance of the Tianxia Society is just around the corner!" Xiong Ba laughed loudly.

Bu Jingyun's battle with Wei Wudi had made him famous throughout the land. Challenging a higher level and killing an innate expert in a one-on-one battle, Bu Jingyun was hailed as the top young talent in the martial world.

After ten days, the wound on his waist had scabbed over, a long scar running diagonally from his ribcage to his lower back. The intense will to survive had driven Bu Jingyun to use the eleventh move of the Cloud-Pushing Palm, "Cloudy Fairyland," which ultimately killed Wei Wudi.

Bu Jingyun walked out the door, his steps slow and steady. His injury had forced his troops to halt.

The warm sunlight was blinding, making him feel a sense of laziness. Looking up, he could see the distant fallen leaves and summer insects clearly, even the veins on the leaves. Closing his eyes, he felt the gentle breeze and the sounds of birds and insects as if they were right next to his ears.

"Is this the innate realm?" Bu Jingyun thought to himself. When he had been struck by Wei Wudi's axe, he had thought he was doomed. The hatred for his parents' revenge and the destruction of his family had surged within him. The intense will to survive had driven him to fight back.

Unexpectedly, he had broken through to the innate realm. Little did he know how much the world's will had helped him.

Bu Jingyun had thus comprehended the "realm of hatred." Deep love is deep hatred. The hatred-filled Bu Jingyun had a heart full of great love.

This extreme realm was even higher than Li She's realm of slaughter. After all, slaughter represents destruction, while the "realm of hatred" is ultimately a great love for all things in the world.

Bu Jingyun clenched his fists, his true qi flowing freely throughout his body. After breaking through to the innate realm, he had opened the various meridians in his body, and the eight extraordinary meridians and the two main channels were fully connected, achieving an endless flow of internal energy.

Bu Jingyun's eyes flickered as he gazed into the distance. "Xiong Ba! One day, I will take your head," he thought to himself.

After more than ten days of recuperation, the wound on his waist had fully healed, and the war chariot of the Tianxia Society rolled over other sects once again.

In the Mantra Mountain Villa, Li She looked at the intelligence in his hand and nodded.

"Xiong Ba's second disciple, Bu Jingyun, killed the leader of the Juling Sect, Wei Wudi, and reached the innate realm."

"Xiong Ba's third disciple, Nie Feng, defeated the leader of the Huashan Sect with the Wind God Leg and broke through to the innate realm."

"Xiong Ba's first disciple, Qin Shuang, eliminated the bandits in the Jiangnan region with the Heaven Frost Fist."

"Dear, I didn't expect Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun to break through to the innate realm. It's truly incredible," Wang Yuyan sighed.

"Yes, it might be because we killed the Fire Kylin. Without the Blood Bodhi, the world's will has directly boosted the cultivation of Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng to the innate realm. Think about how many people I had to kill and how many energy points I had to spend to break through to the innate realm. I didn't expect Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng to break through before the age of twenty. The world's favorites indeed have the favor of fate," Li She laughed.

The world's favorites are always those with the favor of fate, experiencing one lucky encounter after another, making their cultivation soar like a rocket. In reality, some people can't even touch the threshold of success no matter how hard they try, while others can easily stand on the shoulders of giants. Whether you are envious or jealous, you have to admit that luck is also a form of strength.

The war chariot of the Tianxia Society rolled over the entire Jiangnan region. Over three years, Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Qin Shuang had established great achievements for the Tianxia Society, turning the entire Jiangnan region into an iron bucket. The Tianxia Society had completely controlled Jiangnan, not just the superficial submission of small sects.

Over three years, Bu Jingyun had experienced multiple brushes with death. The thousand-strong team he had led initially had been reduced to six hundred, all of whom were first-rate experts. After three years of close companionship, these people had become Bu Jingyun's trusted subordinates.

Today, he received a message from Xiong Ba, ordering Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and Qin Shuang to return immediately. The young man who had once been a handsome youth had matured a lot. Bu Wei, Bu Long, and the other young men from Bu Village had also reached the first-rate realm.

"Master! It's time to set off," Bu Wei reminded him.

Bu Jingyun nodded, pulled the reins, and rode toward the Tianxia Society.

The group galloped quickly, exuding a solemn and deadly aura, a result of three years of continuous warfare.

Over the three years, Li She had not been idle. The entire "Twelve Demons of Tianchi" and the Mantra Mountain Villa had begun to gather information on the "Heavenly Gate" and the "Godless Palace."

However, the "Heavenly Gate," the most secretive organization, seemed to not exist at all. Despite Li She's extensive investigations, he found no trace of it. However, the spies from Japan had returned with information about the "Godless Palace."

Yan Ying, once the most beautiful woman in the martial world, had captured the heart of Jue Wushen. Despite being thirty years old, she was still treated like a precious gem by Jue Wushen.

Moreover, she had given birth to a son for Jue Wushen this year, named Jue Tian, who was immediately established as the heir of the "Godless Palace." This showed how much Jue Wushen loved Yan Ying.

Originally, Li She's killing of the Fire Kylin had caused the historical trajectory of the "Yun" world to deviate. However, after some adjustments, the world's will had corrected the course, pulling Li She's path back to the original predetermined route.

In the back mountain of the Mantra Mountain Villa, an old man and a girl were confined, but it was more like they were being kept in a comfortable environment.

The old man, dressed in rough clothes, was playing chess with himself, displaying two different styles with black and white pieces, showing his profound chess skills.

A teapot was placed on the table, emitting the fragrance of Longjing tea.

After placing a white piece, the old man picked up a cup of tea and sipped it slowly, smiling helplessly, "Such good tea, would you like a cup?"

Li She, hearing the old man's words, was startled. This old man was none other than the world's greatest fortune-teller, Ni Pusa.

Li She had now reached the same level as Jiang Chen, his "Drought Corpse" body on the verge of breaking through to the "Fire Corpse" realm. In the "Yun" world, Li She was confident that no one could detect him if he concealed his aura. Yet, Ni Pusa had somehow sensed him.

Li She leaped toward the old man's hut, landing steadily on the ground. He examined the two different chess styles on the board and smiled, "The white pieces seem inactive but are full of hidden threats, while the black pieces are dominant and fierce but can't control the white pieces. Two different styles, Mr. Ni Pusa, are you the white pieces? And I, the black pieces?"

Ni Pusa poured a cup of tea for Li She and smiled, "Just entertaining myself in my free time. I should thank you, Lord of the Villa. If it weren't for you, how could I be here, healthy and drinking precious Longjing tea every day? These past ten years have been the happiest of my life."

Li She examined the old man, trying to read his face, but the cunning old man remained inscrutable.

"Oh? You thank me for imprisoning you for thirteen years? Don't you hate me?" Li She asked, sipping his tea.

"Ha ha, the rise and fall of all things in the world is predetermined. Although I have been here for thirteen years, I have been well-fed and well-clothed, without the need to wander. If I hadn't been here for these thirteen years, I believe I would be plagued by illness now," Ni Pusa said calmly.

"Then, in your eyes, am I predetermined or a variable?" Li She asked, staring at him.

"Ha ha, Lord of the Villa, you are beyond the three realms and six paths, neither predetermined nor a variable. You are an unknown!" Ni Pusa laughed.

Li She, hearing this, gently shook his teacup and crushed it into powder.

"Sometimes, knowing too much is not a good thing!" Li She said solemnly.

The old man's words had revealed Li She's "Drought Corpse" identity, which made Li She angry.

"Lord of the Villa, you are right. Knowing too much can be troublesome. I can clearly see when my children and wife will die, and I can see the fate of everyone, but I cannot see your fate. Moreover, I see that I will not die at your hands. I know why you are here," he said, pulling out a piece of paper, "This is the method to open the brocade box!"

Li She took the paper, glanced at it, and put it in his pocket, saying solemnly, "Everyone says you, Ni Pusa, are the world's greatest fortune-teller. Can you tell my fortune?"

Ni Pusa sipped his tea and smiled, "Lord of the Villa, your ambitions are as high as the sky. How can a mere mortal like me predict your fate? An unknown has infinite possibilities! Stay true to your heart."

"Stay true to your heart! I will remember that. I will also ensure your well-being." With that, Li She turned and left. (To be continued)