Chapter 1276

"I'm just so happy," Murong Wu sobbed, wiping away tears.

"If you want to cry, then cry now. Everyone is on their way here. It would be very embarrassing if they saw you crying. You're a grown-up; you need to learn to be mature and composed."

Si Ming looked up and saw his companions cheering and flying towards him, while the sky in the distance glowed red, signaling the approaching dawn and the breaking of daylight. He raised his hand and waved vigorously.

"Master, you should retire from the martial world."

At the bedside, a scene of utter disrespect, where a disciple forces his master to abdicate, is unfolding.

Yan Jinghong sat on the bed, pale and weak, looking like a patient. He looked at his disciple, who seemed afraid he wouldn't agree, and then at the group of equally talented young people behind his disciple, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

"Ha, a new generation replaces the old. With you all here, I can indeed put down my burdens and give myself a rest."

"Master, you agreed!"

Si Ming was both surprised and delighted. He truly hadn't expected his master to agree so readily, and upon realizing the significance behind this answer, he was overjoyed.

"The torch has been passed on, and there are successors. The spirit of the Mohist School has been inherited by you. What else could I possibly regret?" Yan Jinghong said without a trace of regret. "However, before that, I will nominate you to succeed me as Grandmaster at the Heaven's Will Palace meeting."

"Me? Can I?" Si Ming was startled again, and said with some fear, "I feel that I still have many shortcomings, and I may not be able to shoulder the responsibilities of the Grandmaster."

"It's alright. Not all great Grandmaster are perfect. You have so many trustworthy companions behind you. They will make up for your shortcomings. The saying 'Mohist's surroundings' doesn't just refer to the influence of those around you, but also to the spread of negative influences throughout the world, and the gathering of people to unite as one."

Yan Jinghong patted Si Ming on the shoulder and said earnestly, "What one person cannot do, a group of people working together can accomplish. You have done a great job in this regard."

Suddenly, a snow-white figure stepped into the room, came to the bedside, and said, "I'll retire with you."

Yan Jinghong looked up and said to the strange house, "I had to retire because I lost my cultivation, partly due to mental exhaustion and partly due to weakness. Why should you do the same?"

Ling Huanxi extended her palm and said, "I passed on all my power to Qing'er, and now I'm just an ordinary person like you."

Everyone was shocked to hear this, but at the same time they felt that if it was Senior Ling, he could indeed do such a thing. Even Yan Jinghong did not reach out to take his pulse to verify the truth.

"Master, why did you pass on your power...?"

Murong Qing rushed in with her light-footed skill, and upon sensing the atmosphere, stopped speaking further.

Yan Jinghong gazed at Ling Huanxi for a long time, then sighed, reached out and grasped her trembling hand, and said with a smile, "I understand... Let's retire together."

Tears of happiness instantly welled up in Ling Huanxi's eyes.

Si Ming glanced back and forth between the two people who only had eyes for each other, and whispered to the crowd, "At a time like this, shouldn't we all shout 'Kiss! Kiss!'"

Several hands simultaneously patted him on the shoulder and warned, "Watch quietly, don't ruin the atmosphere!"

Although Murong Qing was also curious about what would happen next, he had to step in to protect his master, saying, "Get out, get out! All of you, get out quickly!"

So, everyone was reluctantly kicked out of the room, unable to remain as bystanders.

Si Ming turned to look at the room, filled with envy, and said, "Half a lifetime burdened with promises, a reputation for chivalry that resonates throughout the world, resolving inner conflicts in battle, retiring from the martial world with a beauty... It's practically a perfect chivalrous script. Could it be that my master is the protagonist, and I'm just a tool responsible for 'having a successor'?"

Murong Qing glared at him and said, "Even if the previous story was about your master, you can now write your own chapter."

Si Ming looked around at his companions, opened his arms, embraced the sky, and said, "You're right, the era that follows belongs to us!"

(The End)

PS: The main text does indeed end here, but there will be a parallel world story and an epilogue, with the parallel world being the original ending in the outline.

Parallel Worlds: Those Mohist (Part 1)

(This world branch will be activated when Yu Shuying does not inform Si Ming of the Gu God Immortality)

"The Dragon Leaps, Phoenix Cries, Heaven-Subjugating Principle!"

Murong Qing and Si Ming joined forces for what seemed like the umpteenth time, unleashing an endless torrent of killing Sword Qi that sliced away the flesh and blood of the Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor like a razor. At the same time, the Sword Qi twisted and shredded away the pieces of flesh, completely obliterating them.

Unable to escape, unable to fight back, and with his subordinates barely able to protect themselves, the Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor was gradually drained of his accumulated Jing Essence, ultimately powerless to reverse the situation. The remaining Jing Essence was no longer sufficient to support his next rebirth.

Murong shouted, "Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor, pay for the lives of the innocent who died by your hand!"

"Hahaha... you'll regret what you've done today!"

The Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor laughed loudly instead.

Si Ming said disdainfully, "To utter Curse even when facing death is something only a sore loser would do. Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor, your style is too low, you have no dignity whatsoever."

Just as the two were about to send the Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor to his death, a sword imprint suddenly appeared from the sky, splitting the heavens and earth and tearing through the void. It seemed to have an unstoppable power and easily pierced through the sword formation.

"Heaven-Dominating Seal!"

Because the sword imprint was aimed at the Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor, Si Ming and Murong Qing hesitated for a moment, missing the opportunity to intercept. They then saw the Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor disintegrate under the sword imprint, its flesh and blood being completely dissolved by the sword light, leaving not even a speck of dust behind.

The two turned to look at the one who made the move and found it was Murong Wu. Murong Qing frowned slightly, not understanding what the point of her younger brother's intervention was at this time. If it had been earlier, it could have been understood as him coming to lend a helping hand, but just now, Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor was already on his last breath.

Si Ming asked curiously, "Little Wu, are you so eager to steal kills? If you wanted them, you should have said so earlier, and of course I would have let you have them."

Murong Wu did not answer. He looked down at the protective mirror that Yu Shuying had given him and found that it was glowing slightly. Considering that it was made from scraps of the Divine Pillar, it was not difficult to conclude that the Myriad Gu Witch Ancestor had already parasitized him.

Fearing that delay might lead to unforeseen complications, Murong Wu held his sword to his own neck, tears welling in his eyes, and said, "I'm sorry, sister."

Murong Qing was bewildered, but also greatly alarmed. "Little Wu, what are you doing? Put the sword down!"

Si Ming hurriedly gathered his strength and charged forward, intending to capture the man in one fell swoop.

As Murong Wu retreated, he said, "Sister, do you remember what I said? I want to become a hero like Father."