The Qingcheng Sect's True Lineage Lies with Me

The Heavenly Emperor decreed:

In the beginning of chaos, the Three Sovereigns established themselves in the world.

However, due to Emperor Fuxi's selfishness, the Heavenly Way was flawed, and cause and effect became entangled:

For his own selfish reasons, he drove away the Earth Emperor Shennong, forced the beast race to become demons, allowed the gods to slaughter the human race, and erased the Human Emperor.

They stole the essence of Pangu and presumptuously acted as the ruler of Heaven.

Now, inheriting the blessings of Pangu, the Six Realms are restored, and all things are commanded to be renewed:

First, the old system of the gods ruling over the Six Realms was abolished, the gods were renamed the celestial race, the gates of the celestial realm were opened, and the circulation of the three realms returned to nature.

Second, the prohibition on the reproduction of the Celestial Race has been lifted. From this day forward, the marriage and childbirth of the Celestial Race shall follow the laws of all living beings.

Third, a mirror platform was cast atop Buzhou Mountain, where gods, humans Demons and Monsters, and ghosts could trace their origins and observe history to learn from past causes.

Fourth, the Demon Race was renamed the Earth race and incorporated into the Shennong genealogy. Chi You was to be honored with the God of War sacrifice to commemorate Shennong's achievements in creating things.

Fifth, the demon race originated from beasts, but has already developed intelligence. It should establish its own realm and coexist with other races.

VI. Nuwa's title is restored, and she is reinstated as the Human Emperor. She is posthumously honored as the "Holy Mother of Mending the Sky." Her descendants shall be the rulers of the human world, and a Spring Equinox sacrifice shall be held, during which all living beings in both the mortal and immortal realms shall rest and celebrate together, to commemorate Nuwa Mends the Heavens.

In ancient times Fuxi's Dao Transformation, but he did not perish; instead, he returned to his true nature.

The Six Realms are like the body of Pangu, gods and demons are like the dual breaths of yin and yang, and humans and ghosts are like the blood flowing through veins.

All of you should know—

The Way of Heaven is not a shackle, but a net woven by all living beings.

Once this decree is issued, all Six Realms shall obey it.

Those who disobey will be beheaded.

So be it.

In the human realm, within the Yuzhou City.

"Sister Zi Xuan has become the emperor?" Xue Jian exclaimed in surprise.

"He is the ruler of the human realm," Jing Tian corrected. "In terms of law and reason, he is the true master of the human realm. If we are to talk about it, you are all Heavenly Queens."

"Is that my brother in the sky?" Long Kui asked curiously.

"That's me too," Jing Tian said. "Like my left and right hands. You guys are with my right hand, and Xi Yao and the others are with my left hand."

What he said was not false.

This is not a clone.

This is the manifestation of the essence of Li Lin, or rather, Basil, after becoming powerful to a certain extent.

Jing Tian is now the very essence of the Heavenly Dao.

Jing Tian's memories of the Heavenly Emperor in the current Heavenly Realm are all manifestations of him in the Six Realms.

Xi Yao and the others were able to see through this essence, so they didn't care about staying in the Heavenly Realm.

"Hmph, yet another Heavenly Emperor."

Li Lin, who travels through various worlds with the [Great Thousand Divine Mirror], snorted coldly.

"Mind your own business, or you'd be better off wandering."

He manifested his sense of responsibility as the Taiyin God inhabiting the world, and traveled recklessly from world to world. He did not understand why he had to get involved in troublesome things in order to make the world a better place.

The world of the Lotus Lantern.

"Fool," Basil suddenly said.

He was criticizing himself, thinking it foolish to manifest this way of cutting himself apart, deliberately creating misunderstanding and opposition, in order to manifest a complete self.

Unfortunately, this was a decision I made myself.

And he does indeed derive enjoyment from this role-playing.

He wouldn't force himself to wake up unless things went too far.

After all, even if it causes the destruction of the world.

For him, returning to wholeness was merely a matter of a single thought.

Basil looked at his own game, a game of using others as pawns rather than a game of self-immersion.

"Hello, I'm Ba—"

"Barry Allen! The Flash! I've read your comics!" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

The world of four-wheel drive vehicles.

Only one day has passed.

"Are you the messengers of the Behind-the-Scenes God?" The Flash raised his bracelet without hesitation. "I accepted a mission from a great being—to help you break free from your stagnant fate."

What should I do?

"Huh? You?" Ron hesitated. He had already seen that this the Flash's strength was not the abnormal version of the Runner could destroy the universe.

And even the modified version.

With my current speed of nearly a hundred times the speed of light, I could even make a name for myself in a comic book.

"You don't need to do anything," Magneto said, having already seen it all, possessing the Anti-Destiny Force.

"I see the [Speed Force Wall] being created. Your existence means victory is inevitable."

Basil withdrew his gaze.

Not only is everything as Magneto said, there's no need to watch any further.

Also, since there was already a Basil in that world, his observations were superfluous.

It's like having the same movie playing on your phone and computer at the same time; instead of paying attention to both screens simultaneously, you might as well turn one off.

More importantly, Bellatrix is right here beside me now.

As a member of the organization, she has a closer connection with the system, which is Basil herself.

With everything in the Mini 4WD world playing on the television screens in the club, and Bellatrix not returning to the club and remaining in the world of Lotus Lantern, Basil could only watch using his future vision.

"Now that things have come to this, let's just play roles."

"Starting with max-level divine skills?"

Inside the dilapidated temple, a man in a blue robe lay on his side in the original spot where the Buddha statue had been.

He shoved the stone Buddha, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, to the ground, smashing a huge hole in the stone floor.

"Why is everyone using the metal element? Wouldn't it be more fun to use [Ripple Breathing Technique], [Dragon Turning Breathing Method], and [Holy Light Qi] in this world?"

"[Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill]?"

"I already have the strength of an ox and the strength of a tiger, no, no."

"[Nine Yin Nine Yang]? Damn, that's so overused."

"The same goes for [Bei Ming]."

He moved his fingers in mid-air, as if playing with an invisible tablet computer.

"Okay, you're the one, [Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill]."

The moment the words left his mouth, the man in the blue robe who was lying on the Buddhist couch suddenly turned around with a snap.

True energy rises from the dantian, as light as a crane spreading its wings, yet carrying the sharpness to tear through the sky.

Each time an acupoint is reached, a crane's cry echoes within the body, initially low and melodious, then high and clear.

Before his body even touched the ground, all the major acupoints in his body were already open, and his body was suspended in mid-air. His left and right arms were spread out like wings, and his clothes billowed without wind. Combined with his neck raised high, he looked like a lone white crane soaring in the sky.

Phew——!

Another crane's cry rang out.

The vapor rising from the body surface seeped into the man's limbs and bones.

He stretched out his limbs in the air and unleashed a dozen or so strikes in a flash before slowly landing and sitting down in a lotus position.

The sunlight streaming through the dilapidated gate made it seem as if a deity or Buddha had descended to earth, imbued with an inescapable sense of Zen.

"If I train my body to resemble that of a crane, I won't fear the palace maids strangling me."

The man opened his clear, black-and-white eyes, and the atmosphere he had just been in was shattered by those words.

A skill that can High God must have its unique features.

The "Crane Cry Nine Heavens Divine Skill" is just like that. In the first version of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, this was the signature martial art of the Qingcheng Sect.

Yu Canghai merely claimed to have only scratched the surface of the skill, yet Yue Buqun and the others were astonished that this divine skill, which could make one invincible, had once again been mastered by someone else.

Li Lin now feels light and airy when he walks.

Once this Daoist martial art is mastered to its highest level, it will be constantly in operation whether you are walking, sitting, or lying down.

Despite traveling under the scorching sun, they became more and more energetic, and even previously unknown Lightness Skill skills were automatically mastered.

In the end, he was practically floating.

After advancing about three hundred feet, I barely touched the ground with my toes, and then it was another three hundred feet.

When they reached a tavern, their already peaked internal energy surged even further, but their stomachs began to rumble.

Inside the tavern, the white-haired old man was drenched in cold sweat; he had never seen such incredible Lightness Skill.

This was beyond his imagination; even Zuo Lengchan, the leader of the Songshan Sect whom he admired most, probably couldn't have done such a thing.

Are they gods?

Or is Demons and Monsters?

"Please have a seat, sir. Would you like some drinks?"

He suppressed his fear and asked in a low voice.

Yue Lingshan was completely oblivious to the fact that Li Lin was flying almost close to the ground; she only noticed his handsome face, to the point that she forgot she was in disguise, with dark skin and covered in acne scars.

Only when she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the water tank did she abruptly lower her head, secretly relieved that her disguise prevented anyone from noticing her flushed face.

"[Da Bao Hao], your tavern name is interesting. A bowl of plain noodles and a plate of cooked beef."

When you enter the world of martial arts, how can you not try the "Hero's Package"?

"Yes. My son's name is Da Bao." The white-haired old man, also known as Lao De Nuo, lowered his head.

The beef and noodles were both ready-made.

The dough, which had been rolled out long ago, was briefly dipped in hot soup before being placed in a bowl with lard and soy sauce base. A spoonful of broth was then added, and some chopped green onions were sprinkled on top, and the dish was ready.

Yue Lingshan quickly moved to Li Lin's side, lingered for a few more glances before returning to the wine stove.

"The noodles were so-so, the meat was so-so, and the people were so-so."

Li Lin, who was not completely isolated and still retained modern memories, naturally couldn't get used to such simple noodles and could only manage a few bites.

Furthermore, Lao De Nuo wasn't a professional pub owner; the drinks were alright, left over from the previous owner, but the food...

If it were someone else speaking, even if Yue Lingshan wanted to play her Present Body well, she would secretly feel dissatisfied and spit a few times into their wine or food.

But instead, it was Li Lin.

She felt boundless joy in her heart; he was looking at her!

The clatter of hooves interrupted Yue Lingshan's girlish reverie.

Because

The person who came was their target – Lin Pingzhi.

These past few days, they've been selling wine outside Fuzhou City under a false pretense. They've been going to the Fuwei Escort Agency every day to keep an eye on things. They've also seen Lin Zhennan teaching his son Lin Pingzhi swordsmanship and learned the true nature of the Bixie Swordplay: Lin Pingzhi only has a rudimentary skill level.

Although it is unknown why the Qingcheng Sect has set its sights on such a sword technique, or why the Seventy-Two Styles of Bixie Swordplay, which was once invincible in the underworld, is now so ordinary, all the Qingcheng disciples in Songfeng Temple are indeed practicing the Bixie Swordplay. Everyone looks solemn, clearly indicating that the entire sect is going to seek revenge on the Fuwei Escort Agency to avenge the previous generation.

Furthermore, the disciples of the Qingcheng Sect had already arrived in Fuzhou City, and they had even received Fang Renzhi and Yu Renhao.

She didn't want this young master, who had no bad habits, was weak in martial arts, and was good-looking (Yue Lingshan glanced at Li Lin), to die like this.

"Where's Old Cai? Why isn't he out leading the horse?"

Yitou's words made Yue Lingshan frown.

Oh no, they want to eat here.

Judging by the time, the Qingcheng Sect should be arriving soon.

"Boss Cai has already transferred this hotel to me."

On one side, Lao De Nuo repeated what he had already memorized.

"To be honest, my surname is Sa. I am a local. I have been doing business outside since I was a child. My son and daughter-in-law have both passed away. I thought that no matter how tall a tree grows, its leaves will eventually fall back to its roots. That's why I brought this granddaughter back to my hometown."

"Who would have thought that after being away from home for more than forty years, none of my relatives and friends from my hometown would be here anymore."

"It just so happens that Old Cai, the owner of this hotel, didn't want to work there anymore, so he sold it to me for thirty taels of silver."

"Ah, I'm finally back in my hometown. Hearing everyone speak the local dialect makes me feel incredibly happy. I'm so ashamed, though, that I can't even speak it myself."

"That's it. It's a pity. I hope your skills haven't changed." Another escort took a pheasant and a yellow rabbit and handed them to Laudno. "Wash and peel them, and go fry them in two big pots."

"There are still three kilograms of green bamboo leaves." said the previous escort.

They all glanced at Li Lin as they spoke, but seeing that he was fair-skinned and beardless, with no calluses on his hands, they assumed he was a scholar who couldn't even kill a chicken, and then looked away.

Only Lin Pingzhi glanced at Ai a few times because of his youthful infatuation.

Yue Lingshan gave Lin Pingzhi a disgusted look, wondering if this guy was Long Yang.

Lao De Nuo nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes! If we want something to go with our drinks, let's start with some beef, broad beans, and peanuts."

Before Lao De Nuo could give any instructions, Yue Lingshan had already prepared the wine and brought over the snacks.

She hoped that Lin Pingzhi, the escort chiefs, and the escorts could leave as soon as possible, and that the Qingcheng faction would not come.

Don't hurt this young man in the blue robe.

However, sometimes what you think about most is what happens.

The sound of horses' hooves rang out again.

There were two people who came. They had white cloths wrapped around their heads and wore blue robes, which seemed to be their refined attire. However, they were barefoot and wearing hemp shoes without ear loops.

Typical Sichuanese attire.

The head escort recognized him.

As for the white cloth, it originated from the custom of people in Sichuan wearing mourning clothes when Zhuge Liang passed away.

"Bring me some wine! Bring me some wine! Damn, there are so many mountains in Fujian, even the horses are exhausted."

The long-faced man's tone of voice further confirmed the escort's thoughts.

Yue Lingshan was speechless. She looked up and walked to the two of them. "What kind of wine would you like?"

"Damn it, you scared the hell out of me!" The short man withdrew his outstretched groping hand. "You're just a pretty girl with a good figure. If it were... tsk tsk."

"Wait a minute, Brother Yu, look! A top-quality rabbit!" The long-faced man's eyes gleamed.

Lin Pingzhi's anger surged, and he slammed his right hand heavily on the table, saying, "What the hell are you talking about, you two blind bastards!"

He resembled his mother, with delicate features and was quite handsome. Even in Fuzhou, men often winked at him.

Moreover, in the Sichuan region, Long Yang is prevalent, so the meaning of the phrase "warm-hearted and honest" has changed there.

"You?" The long-faced man remembered his master's instructions, but still looked away with disdain. "You little bastard, if it were before, I might have let you enjoy my kung fu, but now..."

The short man directly yelled, "Get the hell out of my way! Lin Pingzhi! You're lucky you survived today! Don't disturb us and the rabbit." He paused for a moment, then thought of a more elegant word, "Beauty, intimacy!"

Li Lin, who was watching the commotion: Oh, I've become part of the commotion?

However, before he could make a move, Yue Lingshan jumped out from behind the desk, brandishing her sword and thrusting at him, shouting, "How dare you be so disrespectful to the young master and offend his ears! Die!"

"Little Master—" Lao De Nuo wanted to stop him, but when he thought of Li Lin's Lightness Skill earlier, he immediately connected helping Li Lin with finding help for Songshan, and drew his sword as well.

"Junior Sister, wait for me!"