The elderly man took out a gourd, shook it, and poured out a few elixir pills, speaking softly, "As if waking from a dream."
"Regaining humanity upon awakening, and breaking out from that trapping formation, the one that trapped me turned out to be a little puzzle even a child could solve. It was in my loss of sanity that I was confined by such a simple array."
"In a flash, a hundred years have passed in the human world, and I can no longer find my disciples. The names I once knew are either aged or have died. Afterwards, I went to Central State and was even summoned by the Great Emperor to inquire about the matters of the Elixir of Immortality."
"I only helped him to seal the Chi Xiao Sword, then I left again."
At this moment, Li Guanyi realized who this old man was. This probably was the ancestral master of the line of Hou Zhongyu, the teacher of the one whom Hou Zhongyu had killed, the Great Mage who was bewitched by the Qingpao Changsheng.
He finally understood why the bamboo flute at his waist had moved without wind, and why he felt its reaction. Li Guanyi was at a loss for words. Was it the unpredictability of fate, or the fact that they all had come into contact with the green-robed guest, or that Shaking Light had also been weakened because of the green-robed guest?
In the obscurity of the universe, there is always causality, leading to the day they would meet each other.
Li Guanyi said, "I do not know the senior’s esteemed name."
The grey-robed elder placed the elixir pills in a small bowl and handed it to Shaking Light, then looking at the bamboo flute at Li Guanyi’s waist, he said, "I am already a man who should be dead. In the past, I contained the lifeblood of others within elixir pills, albeit thanks to my disciples, I never truly consumed a person."
"Yet, the very notion is the genesis of all that is evil!"
"Those who are virtuous work for the Tao, and those who are evil become specters."
The elder formed a hand seal, and simply positioned it in front of his chest, responding:
"I am known as ’Unforgivable,’ nothing but a simple alchemist."
"I am in search of two final destinations."
"One, a person in green robes, and another named Hou Zhongyu."
"He is my grand-disciple, and it was he who inherited the Elixir of Immortality I had tempered, the ’Eternal Moon.’ My young friend, you have already met the green-robed guest."
"I wonder, have you ever come across this person?"
"Solitary for three thousand years, forsaking the teachings of the Red Emperor, rebuked as the origin of the ’Witchcraft Calamity’ by the Red Emperor’s great-grandson, he is the current inheritor of the Eternal Moon lineage of magicians, the chief of the eight hundred branches of the Martial World."
Meanwhile, within the Gongsun Family, the friend of Gongsun Feixue who had once spoken of providing a small boat for Li Guanyi and Shaking Light, Gongye Boxu, was ’escaping’ from the aristocratic family. Relying on his qinggong, he hurried to a separate residence, saying:
A voice responded: "Have you figured out the information you were sent to gather?" The man speaking was a middle-aged man with a calm demeanor, and in front of him were placed two mystical weapons, a sword and a knife, only his arm had been torn off, replaced by a Mo Family Mechanism Technique.
It was none other than the sixth Grandmaster in the world, Yu Jinbing Ge Quzai Shi.
Ever since his arm was torn by Chen Chengbi’s frenzied Dharma Form during the Great Ceremony in Chen Country a year ago, he had spent the past year seeking a Mo Family prosthetic arm and recuperating. He treated his new arm as a weapon, his martial arts not only didn’t decline but even became more formidable.
Having heard news of Chen Chengbi’s whereabouts, he had come here.
Gongye Boxu, smiling, said, "Of course it’s clear!"
"Gongsun Family is currently extremely weakened. Chen Chengbi has left, and it just so happens that it is time for the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch’s challenge. The large sects from the Northern Domain of Chen Country including the Sky-reaching Sect have arrived, and with thousands of Chen’s troops, the aristocratic family is done for."
"Gongsun Feixue is making friends everywhere with noble sons, but it is merely a struggle before death."
Qu Zaisi said, "Humph... a struggle before death, huh?"
After having his arm torn by Chen Chengbi, he was intent on revenge. Knowing the close relationship between the Gongsun Family and Chen Chengbi, he planned to destroy the family first to inflict pain upon Chen Chengbi, to avenge the tearing of his arm.
In the Martial World, a Martial Artist whose limb is severed is an unforgivable hatred that must be avenged.
Qu Zaisi pondered for a moment, then said: "Tell me, which aristocratic families are there?"
Gongye Boxu listed Gongsun Feixue’s friends, saying, "Although these families are not weak, the seniors within their gates only possess techniques of the Sixth Layer Heaven, without any grandmasters of the Martial World. With your power, you can easily defeat them."
"Ah, right, there were also two more people a few days ago."
"One of them is an Academy Taoist disciple, called Pharmacist Li, and the other, even less worth mentioning, just a sickly ghost!"
Gongye Boxu laughed, "With hair white as silver, likely a person fated to die young due to premature aging..."
"It’s a pity though, she appeared to be quite a lovely girl."
As he spoke, he walked further inside to meet Qu Zaisi with intentions of currying favor with him, but after just a few steps, his expression became rigid.
Qu Zaisi sat cross-legged, composed and imposing.
Those two mystical weapons, a sword and a knife, which were well-known in the Martial World, were stuck in the ground, emitting a sharp Qi Mechanism. This indeed lived up to the title of the sixth Grandmaster in the world.
Yet behind this Grandmaster of profound depth and might, Qu Zaisi...
There stood a person with hands clasped behind his back, with silver hair cascading down, identical to that of the girl.
The illustrious sixth Grandmaster Qu Zaisi, was completely unaware of the person behind him.
Gongye Boxu’s heart suddenly pounded fiercely; within the dwelling, the Grandmaster sat crossed-legged with the setting sun casting its afterglow, swords and knives resonating, portraying an aura befitting one of the world’s Grandmasters. Yet, the Grandmaster was oblivious to the silver-haired man standing behind him with hands clasped.
This scene filled him with trepidation; a sinister, terrifying sensation washed over him.
Gongye Boxu saw the silver-haired man lower his gaze, his eyes as calm as still waters.
As if looking at a dead person!