Peace Order

Chapter 1804 - 82: Beneath the Ages, Let Us Remain Unhurried

Purple Sun Master and the old monk looked at Prince Qin standing quietly over there.

A surge of force rushed within Prince Qin, an intense, spirit-roaring aura stirred his Primordial Spirit, where friends, confidants, and everything he owned shattered as everything fell into place.

In the wind, a howl arose, causing ripples.

Purple Sun Master slowly lifted his eyes, gazing at the heavens above, where the dark clouds gradually gathered, collided, and swirled, the howling wind transforming faintly into the shape of a White Tiger and a Red Dragon, then dispersed again.

Purple Sun Master felt a tremor in his heart.

The opportunity for the Martial Arts Legend?!

He looked at the young man before him, but the flame of anger that ignited such things ultimately extinguished, for the Martial Arts Legend isn’t a threshold one can surpass merely through a rage or stirred emotions. If it were so, how rare would be the legends of the world?

Ji Ning’er reached out her small hand to wipe away the tears on Prince Qin’s face.

"Don’t cry, don’t cry."

Li Guanyi smiled, but this smile only made his nose feel more sore, just raising his hand to wipe his face haphazardly with his sleeve, still seeming like that nonchalant pharmacist wandering through streets and alleys back in the day.

He looked towards Purple Sun Master and the living Buddha, and said: "Forgive the jest, two Palace Masters."

Purple Sun Master replied humbly.

The young man before them was already a contemporary, unrivaled, Overlord Level figure; yet, as the world approached peace, it was precisely these rare heroes who battled.

The old monk said: "Suwang still resides in Central State, the ruins of the Academy are still there, we must return to accompany Suwang..."

"Old friend, you."

This foremost figure of the Buddhist Sect in Central Earth looked towards his friend Ji Yanzhong.

Ji Yanzhong seemed to have pondered for quite some time, he sat quietly and suddenly spoke: "Your Majesty Prince Qin, this child is the last bloodline of Zichang and his wife. In today’s turbulent world, countless people wish to exploit his name to stir the chaos."

"In his moments between life and death, the one he trusts most is you."

"Ning’er, I entrust her to you."

Prince Qin looked at this old imperial uncle and elder, understanding Ji Zichang’s determination, controlling his emotions, holding Ji Ning’er, he solemnly said: "From today onward, she will be my daughter. Before Heaven and Earth, I vow to protect her with the sword in my hand, vast as the world may be, I won’t let her suffer harm."

"She is the child of Brother Chang Wen and the Wen family sister-in-law."

"After today...she shall be called Chang Ning’er."

Ji Yanzhong said: "Changle, Changning, are prosperous days of peace."

He reached out to touch Ji Ning’er, but this gentle elder ultimately didn’t stay long, refusing Prince Qin’s invitation to settle there, nor did he check on that disciple Yue Qianfeng, only saying: "Central State is my homeland, also my past."

"Compared to you, this old man is still an old man."

"Soft-hearted, lacking your kind of decisiveness. Faced with the overwhelming tides of this world, I’m unable to make such resolute and swift decisions. So, together with the old monk and old Taoist, I’ll return to the Academy..."

"At least, I want to return to my homeland."

"Return home."

Ji Yanzhong forced a smile and bid farewell here, together with Purple Sun Master and the old monk, heading back to Central State Academy, looking for the solitary Gongyang Suwang and Old Qilin left alone inside the Academy.

Academy Palace Masters have cultivated together for countless years.

Deep affection among them.

Gongyang Suwang being alone inside, without a doubt, worried them deeply.

But as the trio hurried back, Ji Yanzhong parted ways with the two Palace Masters, choosing a different path. Purple Sun Master stood amidst the mountain peaks, watching the figure that claimed to drink water, yet drifted away, silent for quite a while.

Turning around, he saw the old monk, who was good friends with Ji Yanzhong, just walked forward step by step without looking back, thus he called out: "Old monk, Ji Yanzhong, the old imperial uncle has gone somewhere unknown."

The old monk replied: "I know."

Purple Sun Master sighed, saying: "The Red Emperor’s lineage has perished, Ji Yanzhong lived there since he was young, his past has ended as well, often people become less calm when facing great changes."

"I worry he may act with a clouded mind in low spirits."

The old monk said: "Can you urinate for him?"

Purple Sun Master said: "Old monk, stop jesting."

The old monk continued to walk forward, saying: "He no longer travels with us."

Purple Sun Master said: "Pity, sorrow, regret."

Suddenly he let out a long howl, a breath of pure Taoist True Yuan, forceful, voice like shattering metal and splitting stone, it rushed to the clouds, loudly saying: "Cross not the river, cross not the river!"

"Cross the river and die."

"What fate awaits then?!"

There was no response, Purple Sun Master sighed for a long time.

Seeing only layers of mountains, yet deep clouds and mist, bamboo forests rustling quietly, he couldn’t spot the gentle elder.

Ji Yanzhong just trudged onward, not knowing where he went.

Under the Seven Heavens realm, his Grandmaster martial arts cannot change the turmoil in this chaotic world, yet can still observe the level of the top figures, when exhibiting movement technique, it truly resembles a Red Dragon in flight.

Charging forward madly.

Not knowing where he went, in a daze, he had already seen countless plumes of smoke.

Already having arrived at a small town under Heavenly Strategy Mansion’s governance, Ji Yanzhong was in a daze, looking around, involuntarily walking in, and the people coming and going, seeing his appearance took care of him with concern.

A young man in the town saw him with disheveled white hair, bloodshot eyes, worried about the elder, thus invited him to his home for a rest, put down the farming tools, called his family to bring out coarse rice and some pickles to entertain this elder.