True Martial Hall Emerges

Mingwu Pavilion.

Many of his fellow disciples came upon hearing the news, their faces filled with joy and anticipation.

Several months have passed since Lan Yiyi went down the mountain, but Qin Yun still hasn't woken up. It's impossible for them not to be anxious, but Ning Qi has examined him carefully and knows there's no problem, so he just waits patiently.

Now, I've finally woken up.

When Ning Qi arrived, Luo Wentian, Xiong Shi, and the others were waiting outside the door.

"How is Eighth Senior Brother now?" Ning Qi asked in a low voice.

Luo Wentian responded in a low voice:

"He just woke up; only Master is inside now."

Ning Qi nodded slightly.

His thoughts drifted back to the time he went up the mountain years ago, somewhat jumbled. He knew that facing the current situation would not be easy for Qin Yun either.

Seeing Jiang Baishan pacing anxiously beside him, he simply put his arm around the other's shoulder.

Inside the pavilion.

An elderly man with white hair knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face.

"Master... Your disciple has been unfilial; please punish me!"

Daoist Longshan looked at Qin Yun in front of him, somewhat dazed. In his mind's eye, the handsome and masculine young man was still smiling at him, but in the blink of an eye, he had merged with the white-haired old man in front of him. His eyes were filled with regret and anger.

"What wrong have you done?" He put his hands behind his back and slowly closed his eyes.

Qin Yun's body trembled slightly:

"Your disciple was young and ignorant, and went astray, causing a great disaster. It is already an honor to see my revered master today. Your disciple only hopes that you are well. After that, your disciple will descend the mountain and depart..."

As he spoke, he kowtowed.

Daoist Longshan angrily said:

"You still want to go down the mountain? Do you really despise the True Martial Sect that much?!"

He stared at Qin Yun, his fingers trembling slightly.

Qin Yun raised his head, his face full of fear, and shook his head repeatedly:

"This disciple has absolutely no such intention! Since descending the mountain, not a single day has passed that I haven't longed to return to True Martial Mountain, but... this disciple has no face to face my master, no face to face my fellow disciples..."

His face showed bitterness.

Although he had been asleep for some time, he had a vague awareness of the outside world, sometimes strong and sometimes weak. He was aware of the care his fellow disciples had shown him, but the more this was the case, the more uneasy and guilty he felt. Perhaps it was for this reason that he had only now fully awakened.

Daoist Longshan's expression softened slightly, and he coldly snorted:

"I know everything you've done in the Demon Sect. Considering you risked your life to save your fifth senior brother, and out of consideration for your family, I'm punishing you by making you guard the Scripture Pavilion for three years as a warning!"

Seeing Qin Yun's aged face, his heart softened, and he whispered:

"Hachi, let's go home."

Qin Yun stood frozen in place, then burst into tears. He clung to the trouser leg of the Daoist Longshan, tears streaming down his face. The emotions he had suppressed for so many years finally burst forth.

"I was wrong! Master, I know I was wrong!"

Since his brush with death at the Blood Demon Pool, he has seen through everything, and regret gnaws at his soul every moment. He wanted to go back and apologize to Daoist Longshan countless times, but he didn't dare. Even when passing by True Martial Mountain, he only dared to look at it from afar.

Now, he finally has another chance.

He cried louder and louder, and the noise could even be faintly heard outside the Mingwu Pavilion. Everyone felt a pang of sorrow and silently turned their backs.

When Daoist Longshan saw Qin Yun in such a state, his eyes stung with tears.

He crouched down, gently patted Qin Yun's back, and whispered:

"It's good that you admit your mistake. Just don't do it again in the future."

Qin Yun shook his head repeatedly.

"Never again... Never again!"

He was deeply moved; people only realize what is truly precious after they have lost it.

Daoist Longshan was greatly pleased.

a long time.

Qin Yun's emotions gradually calmed down, and Daoist Longshan asked:

"Xiao Ba, how are you feeling now?"

He was referring to Qin Yun's physical condition.

Qin Yun paused slightly, then said:

"Master, rest assured, everything is fine. It's all thanks to Miss Yiyi's life-sharing Gu. I truly don't know how to repay her kindness."

As he spoke, his expression became somewhat complicated.

Daoist Longshan was taken aback:

"You... you knew all along?"

He had promised Lan Yiyi he wouldn't tell anyone and had already come up with an excuse, but he didn't expect that Qin Yun would already know everything before he could even say Exit.

Qin Yun nodded:

"After I fell into a deep sleep, I don't know when I woke up. Although it was a bit blurry, I roughly knew that it was Miss Yiyi who used the Life-Sharing Gu."

As he spoke, he touched his chest.

He couldn't sense the location of the Shared Fate Gu, only knowing it was there through a vague memory.

The Daoist Longshan sighed softly.

"Very well, since you found out yourself, it doesn't count as breaking your promise to Miss Lan. You can decide for yourself how to repay her kindness in the future." As he spoke, he glanced at Qin Yun's face again and said with some regret, "Little Eight, now that your lifespan has been restored, can't your appearance be restored as well?"

Qin Yun simply smiled:

"Appearance doesn't matter. Being able to return to True Martial Mountain is already a blessing from heaven. I dare not ask for more."

He wants to remain the way he is now, as a reminder to himself.

The Daoist Longshan sighed:

"Very well, with further cultivation in the future, I will surely be able to recover. Otherwise, looking older than me at such a young age, I wouldn't know who is the master and who is the disciple."

As they spoke, they both laughed.

"Why don't you go see your senior brother and the others?"

Qin Yun's eyes flickered, a mixture of anticipation and nervousness in them. Finally, he took a deep breath and said:

"Good!"

The Mingwu Pavilion slowly opened.

Everyone outside the door immediately turned to look.

Daoist Longshan stepped forward first, followed by the hunched-over Qin Yun. Everyone was startled at first, but gradually calmed down after seeing Daoist Longshan's expression. Qin Yun looked at the many familiar yet unfamiliar figures in front of him, and tears instantly blurred his vision. He murmured, wanting to call out the names of his fellow disciples, but it was as if a fishbone was stuck in his throat.

A figure flashed over and grabbed Qin Yun's ear, lifting him up:

"You stinking eighth brother, you think you've grown wings, huh? You ran off for years without a word, as if your third senior sister didn't exist!"

Ye Qinghe was furious, her eyes slightly red, but she showed no mercy in her grip, squeezing Qin Yun until he grimaced in pain.

"Ouch, be gentle! I was wrong, I was wrong, Senior Sister! I'll never do it again!"

The bitterness in everyone's hearts vanished instantly, and they all smiled.

Song Cheng laughed loudly from the side:

"Third Senior Sister, use a little more force! Otherwise, this brat won't learn his lesson!"

Qin Yun quickly begged for mercy, Ye Qinghe pinched him for a while before stopping. She then put her hands on her hips and looked aggressive.

"If you do that again, I'll pinch your ears off!"

As she spoke, she sized up Qin Yun for a while, then said with disdain:

"Wait until you find some beauty-enhancing fruits, senior sister. You're so young, yet you look so old. If we go out together, people who don't know us will think you're my ancestor!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

Qin Yun also gave a wry smile.

However, he felt a warmth in his heart, sensing the care from his senior sister, and the slight worry he had at first dissipated considerably.

The scene gradually quieted down.

Qin Yun took a deep breath and bowed to his fellow disciples with clasped hands.

"It's all Xiao Ba's fault. I'm willing to accept any punishment, whether it's a beating or a penalty!"

Luo Wentian chuckled and patted his shoulder:

"It's good that you're back."

Everyone stepped forward, some patting his shoulder, some touching his head, and some pounding his chest. Jiang Baishan's eyes reddened slightly, and he finally gave him a tight hug.

Zhuang Chen and Li Ling simply watched, since Qin Yun had already descended the mountain before they entered the sect. However, they were extremely happy, as this was a great event for True Martial Mountain.

final.

All eyes turned to Ning Qi.

Qin Yun suddenly felt a little nervous.

Ning Qi's lips curved slightly, revealing a soft smile:

"Eighth Senior Brother, welcome home!"

Qin Yun's eyes welled up with tears in an instant.

He hurriedly wiped his eyes with his sleeve, but he couldn't stop the tears from flowing. During his years at the foot of the mountain, whenever he thought of True Martial Mountain, his biggest regret was that he felt sorry for Daoist Longshan, and secondly, he felt sorry for Ning Qi, feeling that he had not fulfilled his responsibility as a senior brother.

As the senior brother, he should have protected his junior brother, but instead he was filled with jealousy. How wrong he was.

Everyone was filled with emotion.

A single decision can sometimes lead to a completely different outcome in life.

Qin Yun said in a low voice:

"Little Nine, there's something I want to tell you."

Ning Qi nodded.

The two walked side by side, heading towards the Scripture Pavilion.

The crowd exchanged bewildered glances. Seeing the disciples looking at him, Daoist Longshan simply waved his hand and said:

"It's alright, let the two brothers talk it out themselves."

Watching Ning Qi and the other person's retreating figures, he sighed inwardly.

Some things need to be resolved by the two of them themselves, otherwise they will remain unresolved issues.

Ning Qi and Qin Yun walked side by side.

They had walked this path countless times before, but back then Ning Qi sat on Qin Yun's shoulders. Now, Ning Qi had grown into a handsome and dashing young Daoist, while Qin Yun was old and frail.

"Unbeknownst to me, Little Nine, you've grown so much. I remember when I came down the mountain, you were only six years old, weren't you?" Qin Yun's voice was somewhat low.

Ning Qi sighed:

"Yes, time really flies; five years have already passed."

Five years is not a short time. For the Celestial Person Realm, a period of seclusion sometimes takes more than five years. But for Ning Qi, it was a long time. Back then, he was only at the Inner Essence Realm, but now he can rival Martial Saint. The difference is unbelievable.

Before they knew it, the two had reached a point close to the Scripture Pavilion.

However, the current Scripture Pavilion has been expanded twice and is no longer what it used to be.

Qin Yun looked up, his eyes revealing a complex expression:

"Little Nine, you were the one who stopped me that night, weren't you?"

He was referring to five years ago, when his Heart Demon surged, and he prepared to Dao-Seeking Courtyard at night. However, he was ambushed here and was even slapped by Ning Qi, which woke him up.

He had always thought that person was an unknown force within the True Martial Sect, but with the sudden emergence of the Heavenly Sword Real Person and Ning Qi's recent actions, he finally connected the dots.

Ning Qi did not deny it, but nodded slowly, looking somewhat apologetic:

"I didn't recognize you at first that night, which is why I accidentally injured you. Please forgive me, Eighth Senior Brother."

Qin Yun simply shook his head with a wry smile:

"In the end, it's my fault, Little Nine. Non-Self hadn't had those evil thoughts, none of this would have happened."

He offered a sincere apology and bowed deeply.

Ning Qi sighed softly and helped him up:

"Eighth Senior Brother, it's all in the past. There's no point in dwelling on it. If we delve too deeply, I'll also have problems. Let's look forward together and work together to bring the True Martial Sect to even greater heights!"

Qin Yun nodded vigorously.

Before they knew it, the two had arrived outside the Dao-Seeking Courtyard. Back then Qin Yun had been defeated before he could even set foot outside the academy, and after so many years, the Dao-Seeking Courtyard was no longer what he remembered.

Surrounded by rows of True Martial peach trees, their blossoms just beginning to open, the scene is like a dream. The True Martial peach trees are no ordinary species now; even in autumn, they remain vibrant and beautiful.

But what was even more striking was the lush and verdant Enlightenment Tea Tree, which stretched out from the courtyard and already seemed to reach the sky. A gentle breeze carried its unique fragrance, and Qin Yun's eyes showed surprise.

Ning Qi invited with a smile:

"Let's go in and take a look."

The two strolled in slowly. For some reason, he felt increasingly at peace. In the past, he was unwilling to set foot in this place, feeling unbalanced. But now, he had achieved enlightenment.

He suddenly said:

"Little Nine, may I witness your true strength?"

He already knew that Ning Qi was the Heavenly Sword Real Person, but he had never met him.

Ning Qi turned his head and saw a certain longing in Qin Yun's eyes, so he slowly nodded:

"Good."

Qin Yun's eyes immediately brightened.

The next moment.

His aura suddenly changed, and the power of heaven and earth surged and converged. He had survived a near-death experience, but now, with the help of the Fate-Sharing Gu, he was resurrected. His cultivation had not regressed but advanced, making him even more powerful than when he fought Ghost Face.

A black aura rose, and Ning Qi's eyes showed some approval. This was the path Qin Yun had forged himself, and it was commendable.

but.

They're no match for Ning Qi now.

He stood with his hands behind his back, without making the slightest movement, and streams of shimmering white spiritual energy shot into the sky, transforming into True Dragon.

The True Dragon descended upon the world without roaring or making any unnecessary noise; it simply gazed upon the world with majesty.

In an instant.

The power of heaven and earth surrounding Qin Yun collapsed with a roar!

Such a difference makes it no exaggeration to compare fireflies to the bright moon.

Qin Yun stood there dumbfounded, seemingly unaware of the wisps of heaven and earth energy descending around him.

a long time.

He gave a wry smile:

"I never expected you to be this strong, Little Nine! What is this power? It's unbelievable!"

His eyes were filled with astonishment, devoid of any other emotion. The difference in their abilities was simply too great; he was like an ant in front of Ning Qi.

Ning Qi laughed:

"Spiritual power, or rather, the power of Martial Saint."

Qin Yun was immediately shocked.

Ning Qi briefly recounted what had happened at Zhenxuan Mountain, and Qin Yun was filled with longing:

"I never imagined that so many momentous events would occur during my slumber. The ancient sages have returned, and Spirituality has been rekindled. I must rise up and make a difference in this great era!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke:

"Little Nine, you're better than me now, but that might not be the case in the future!"

Ning Qi laughed loudly:

"Okay, I'll wait and see!"

The two brothers exchanged a glance, and all barriers vanished without a trace.

Qin Yun wondered, if Ning Qi had displayed cultivation far beyond his imagination back then, would he still have harbored evil thoughts?

The answer was unknown, but he felt that he would most likely succeed. So he shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Just as Ning Qi said, it was useless to dwell on the past. Perhaps having this experience would not necessarily be a bad thing for the future.

Ning Qi took out a Heaven-Reaching Pill and solemnly handed it to Qin Yun.

If the Spirituality were to revive in the future, and if another Celestial Person Being were to reach the Perfection Stage, the True Martial Sect's foundation would be even stronger.

Qin Yun remained silent for a long time, only gripping the Heavenly Pill tightly, his eyes growing increasingly resolute.

After Qin Yun awoke, he moved into the Scripture Pavilion. The other disciples of the True Martial Sect were all curious about why there was suddenly an old man guarding the Scripture Pavilion, but they all treated him with respect.

Ning Qi continued to experiment with spiritual power with the Blade Demon, and each time he gained a great deal.

But one thing troubled Ning Qi.

The poisonous substances contained within the Spiritual Qi seemed somewhat ethereal and uncontrollable. He vaguely felt that if he didn't overcome this hurdle, it would be very difficult to deduce the secret technique for filtering out the poisonous substances.

Time passed day by day.

Ning Qi's prediction came true.

Just as he was racking his brains for a solution, another bombshell piece of news spread throughout the world.

The True Martial Hall has been born!