parentshiftbook Chapter 102: Regardless of Right or Wrong
Chapter 102: Regardless of Right or Wrong
However, Zhang Ping gleaned quite a bit from Wen Gaoyang's words.
He finally had some idea of the geographical divisions of this world.
No wonder Zhang Ping felt something was off when he first heard the name "Six Realms of Body Refinement." The name of these realms sounded like the starting point of some kind of cultivation system.
After encountering various demons, he felt even more that martial arts techniques were too simplistic.
It turns out that the old lands of Wei and Zhao had been cut off from the Great Domain of Ten Thousand Spirits for a long time, and the seal had blocked their path, thus cutting off the path for martial artists.
"Old man, tell me more about the 'that person' you're talking about," Zhang Ping asked.
This "that person" refers to the Taoist who came from the Great Realm of Myriad Spirits to spread the Dharma.
Wen Gaoyang's expression turned serious, and his voice rose: "We don't know much about him, only that his name is Wang Tian, and he calls himself the Xuan Tian Sword Master!"
"Senior Wang once said that the Myriad Spirits Domain is dominated by sects. He is one of the seven sword masters of the Xuantian Sect, and his cultivation has long surpassed the sixth level of Body Refinement."
"What's it called above the sixth level of Body Refinement?" Zhang Ping pressed.
"I don't know," Wen Gaoyang shook his head.
Zhang Ping's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air, and he glanced at him speechlessly.
Noticing Zhang Ping's suspicious gaze, Wen Gaoyang awkwardly stroked his beard and coughed twice: "Mainly because Senior Wang himself didn't have a way to leave at the time, so he didn't mention the later realms to us."
"However, he left the address of the Xuantian Sect, saying that if he could find a way out in the future, he could go to Luoxia Marsh to become a disciple."
"Luoxia Marshland?" Zhang Ping repeated the name in a low voice, nodding slightly.
Later, Wen Gaoyang asked Zhang Ping about his next plans.
"Young friend, with your strength, you are fully capable of carrying the banner of humanity and becoming a leader among the younger generation, slaying demons and monsters! Even if you are unwilling to join the Demon Extermination Bureau, the Great Wei Dynasty is willing to help you establish a family, and you can choose any princess in the royal family!"
What do you think?
Wen Gaoyang was still unwilling to give up and tentatively extended an olive branch.
Xu Rulin, standing next to Zhang Ping, looked at him with shining eyes, his gaze filled with excitement, admiration, and envy!
Stepping forward in times of crisis and turning the tide—that's what a true martial artist should be like!
However, to their surprise, Zhang Ping just smiled and didn't agree.
"Old man, don't make it sound so grand. As for saving humanity, I'm far from that level. The pillars of our society still depend on your Demon Extermination Division."
After finishing his meal, he stood up, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wen Gaoyang, and took his leave.
As he was leaving, noticing the confusion and even a hint of doubt in Xu Rulin's eyes, Zhang Ping reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
"However, I am a citizen of the Great Wei. I will lend a hand when demons invade."
After saying that, he lifted the tent flap and went outside.
The autumn wind at night carried a chill, stirring up the lingering stench of blood from the day and filling the warm tents.
The large table of meat dishes clearly showed careful planning. In the long-abandoned Ghost Sky Mountains, various flavor-enhancing seasonings were simply unavailable, so they had to be urgently transported from the rear.
Wild beef, antler deer meat, earthworm mutton, and golden-scaled white fish meat—each is a tender and delicious delicacy rarely tasted by ordinary martial artists. Even in Lanjiang City, only the Nangong family's restaurant offers them, with limited quantities available daily.
Wen Gaoyang's eyes glazed over for a moment, then he pulled his cloudy gaze back from the thick darkness of the night outside and sighed.
He picked up the untouched bowl and chopsticks, took a bite from the remaining food, paused, and then put it in his mouth.
It's getting a bit cold.
The fresh and delicious flavor lingers on the tip of the tongue.
"Eat something, everyone. We've been fighting all morning and we're exhausted. We haven't had a hot meal yet." He said, pointing at the plate with his chopsticks.
But the other two didn't move.
Xu Rulin clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms. His previous envy and admiration for Zhang Ping had completely vanished, replaced by a frustrated disappointment.
As soon as his master left the battlefield, he didn't stop for a moment. He personally went to the nearest supply town to get these ingredients and specially entertained Zhang Ping.
They sincerely invited him to join the Demon Extermination Bureau, even offering to marry a princess to him and support his family. All they wanted was for Zhang Ping to stand up and shoulder the responsibility that belongs to the strong for the survival of the Great Wei!
With great power comes great responsibility! If you have great power but do not protect the common people, how are you any different from those parasites who only care about their own interests?
He had thought Zhang Ping, who came from a humble background, would be different, but he never expected...
The Black Abyss Army generals behind him didn't react as strongly as Xu Rulin, but their disappointment was still evident in their eyes.
"Alright, not every martial artist is willing to give up what they want for the sake of the world." Wen Gaoyang smiled instead, picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, gently tapped his disciple's head, and put them in his hand.
Martial artists pursue power, status, wealth, beauty, and longevity...
Everyone wants different things, so naturally, they make different choices.
Some people only want to protect their own families, preserve their relatives and friends, and continue their bloodline in the chaos of war; others, however, have the world in their hearts and are determined to fight for the common people in this demonic and chaotic world and create peace for future generations.
It has nothing to do with right or wrong.
……
The escape of Sha Kui had a huge impact. The demons along the Guitian Mountain Range almost completely collapsed and fled to other places, making it difficult to organize a decent attack in the short term.
This gave the martial arts alliance an opportunity to launch a counterattack.
Early the next morning, Wen Gaoyang led away the elite forces from the position, along with the Black Abyss Army, across the Ghost Sky Mountains to launch a surprise attack on another front. They were to coordinate with the garrison there to launch a pincer attack on the demons.
In order to save time, they left quickly, leaving only Xu Rulin to handle the affairs of the position, while returning to Lanjiang City to mobilize new manpower.
Once outside the Ghost Sky Mountains, the sky finally turned blue again.
White clouds drift lazily by.
The woods below were sparse, the leaves already tinged with yellow. A straight official road cut through the woods, leading directly to Lanjiang City.
Two tall horses galloped along the official road. The young man in front wore a red overcoat with black trim, his black hair flying in the wind.
To the right of the young man, a mahogany coffin was strangely suspended! The coffin floated steadily in the air, following the young man's pace at a moderate speed.
The middle-aged man following behind on horseback shifted his gaze from the eerie mahogany coffin to the young man's back.
The confusion and resentment from last night have not completely dissipated.
Looking ahead, Zhang Ping shook his head inwardly. Although he had left directly last night, given Xu Rulin's righteous and almost obsessive nature, he could guess pretty accurately what his reaction would be.
However, sensing no malice, he didn't bother with it.
It's been almost half a year since I left, and I miss my two wives terribly. I wonder how they are doing now...
……
Lanjiang City, the Nangong family.
The usually quiet and secluded courtyard was now crowded with onlookers.
Most of them were members of the collateral branches of the Nangong family, with some servants and maids mixed in.
Xie Feng was smiling obsequiously at a portly man, occasionally whispering something, his fawning expression impossible to conceal. Several servants followed behind them.
Fu Huiying's eyebrows furrowed as she glared at the two men. Her left hand glowed with a faint aura of blood and qi as she held a broken red sword tip in front of her, ready to strike.
Two packages lay scattered on the ground. Lu Wanrou gritted her teeth and spoke:
"Why are you detaining our belongings? We want to see Xiao Ling'er!"