"How so?" Yue Yourong asked.
"I'm not going." Shi Xinwan shook her head, "My master said that the Daoist Collection left by Marshal He, considering his personality... Haha, you might as well hope to win the lottery as to gain any inheritance."
"Is it that difficult?" Bian Rong asked, stroking his chin stubble with a twinkling gaze, "After all, that's Marshal He... Too bad I don't use a saber."
Shi Xinwan scoffed: "You know nothing. Marshal He was so arrogant back then, if we really had to rank the Seven Marshals, Marshal He would undoubtedly be at the top!"
"?" Yin Wushuang exclaimed, "Isn't it Marshal Ji?"
"I think it's Marshal Mu..." Mu Juncheng raised his hand.
"Ptui!" Everyone spat at him in unison.
Shi Xinwan spoke softly, "That's what my master said, those who want to go can treat it as a tour, but to expect to find the location of the Daoist Collection, you'd better dream about it while asleep."
"Your master is a Grandmaster, why is he so lacking in ambition?" Bian Rong spoke resentfully.
"It's not about ambition." Shi Xinwan said distantly, "It's not even about talent, because the person who would be favored by him might not even exist in this world yet."
"Taking a look wouldn't hurt." Diao Xingyun suggested, "It's been a long time since we saw Ji, it would be nice to see where he grew up."
"I won't join the crowd," Mu Juncheng mused, "that Daoist Collection won't choose someone from the bloodline of the Six Great Families. I need to go back to the old house to receive the inheritance baptism."
"Tch... Inheritance baptism, they say even a pig could become a genius." Bian Rong sighed.
Mu Juncheng smiled, teeth hidden, "That's an exaggeration, it's just a chance to advance further, I'm still lacking compared to Qingjue and the Qin Family."
Yue Yourong suddenly looked up, "I just investigated, many martial artists under Bright Moon have started their journey. Even if we can't get the Daoist Collection, we might meet many opponents we wish to encounter."
These words finally moved the people present!
They were not uninterested in the Daoist Collection, but felt that if even Ji Jingqiu was not chosen, their chances were slim. The previous words of Shi Xinwan made sense.
But if they could confront the past martial artists of Bright Moon to hone their own martial skills, then the trip would be worth the price.
"Let's go! Form a group, and in ten days when Ji returns, we'll give him a big surprise back home!"
"By the way, what got into Ji to suddenly sign up for some sightseeing tour group?"
"You don't know? This is his chance to Reverse Innate."
"...Damn, that bastard is about to breakthrough again?"
"Haha, in ten days, it's really hard to say who will surprise whom."
Zhang Buzhou was sitting cross-legged in front of Yin Tianping, calm, with previously flamboyant eyebrows now bearing a hint of steadiness, yet still sharp.
Yin Tianping silently nodded, setbacks for a martial artist were not bad things; at least the last defeat was quite effective in "reforming" his junior brother.
During this time, his junior brother's practice became even crazier than before, and the reason was self-evident.
In fact, his junior brother's defeat also aroused the curiosity of their master.
Three defeats might be misinterpreted, but there was no disputing his junior brother's defeat.
The master even personally looked into Ji Jingqiu's "resume", yet the conclusion he came to was regret, saying "such a pity for this young man!"
Yin Tianping initially didn't understand, why would Ji Jingqiu, a genius martial artist, be pitied?
The master did not elaborate, only mentioning that if he pursued to Reverse Innate, he would surely hit a wall, with some luck he might keep his life, but if worse, not to mention a future in Martial Arts, even his life could be lost.
This greatly shocked Yin Tianping, was this the case of genius hurting wisdom, talents often dying young?
But Yin Tianping had no plans to with his junior brother.
For his current junior brother, the despair of a formidable adversary would make him lose his targets and motivation.
"Get ready, someone will take you to Pure Yang Dao soon. According to master's intention, if you can leave the retreat before the Great Martial Arts Competition starts, then participate; if not, then forget it, going there would only be embarrassing."
Zhang Buzhou took a deep breath, a figure flashing through his mind, he nodded firmly.
At that moment, someone suddenly came striding towards the door, it was Zhang Yitong, excitedly saying: "Buzhou! The Ji Family announced to the world, the Seven Marshals left a Daoist Collection at East Three Bright Star! Let's go to Pure Yang Dao later!"
Zhang Buzhou frowned, looking at his senior brother.
Yin Tianping remained calm: "Some paths, you have to walk yourself, so this time you choose."
He didn't mention whether going later would affect the retreat at Pure Yang Dao, but Zhang Buzhou still slightly lowered his eyes for a moment, then looked up calmly:
"Please, senior brother, accompany me to see Master."
Yin Tianping slowly revealed a smile and stood up.
Behind him, Zhang Yitong looked anxious, couldn't going to Pure Yang Dao wait? That was the legacy of the Seven Marshals!
Yin Tianping passed by him, lightly saying: "The legacy of the Seven Marshals, is a huge opportunity, but also a massive consequence, Jinxing Zhang Family can't bear it, don't be greedy."
He was becoming somewhat impatient with this family elder who repeatedly interfered with his junior brother's growth.
Zhang Yitong really wanted to mention Pure Yang Dao... but the next moment his body went cold as if he had fallen into an ice pit in the peak of summer, a premonition of death emerged in his mind.
He then realized, this was a warning!
"We have already made contact, the Ji Family confirmed the Daoist Collection is still there."
Liu Chong cut off the communication, facing several leaders of important departments, slowly starting.
Everyone's expression remained unchanged, but their hearts were mixed with joy and apprehension.
Joyful that the Daoist Collection was still there, giving the few youngsters in the department a chance.