Dead Man's Transmission

Years passed, and he met the woman he loved—Qiu Shishui.

He also found his best brothers in this life: Meng Jingzhou and Zhao Fengchun.

These three could not bear to see Shenzhou ravaged by war and suffering. Seeing that Xiao Tianfang was skilled in military strategy, arithmetic, astronomy, and geography, they immediately wanted to join forces with him to build a powerful army capable of resisting foreign enemies, expelling the invaders, and cleansing the Central Plains.

Xiao Tianfang initially intended to politely refuse, but seeing the suffering populace, he ultimately could not bear it.

Of course, this was not the most important thing.

The most important thing was that Zhao Fengchun said that if they recaptured the seventeen cities of Youzhou, they could meet the Emperor and be granted titles of nobility.

They could meet the Emperor!

A strange tremor surged within him. The thought that had lain dormant in his heart since his master's death seemed to rekindle like dying embers.

From then on, Xiao Tianfang poured two years of effort into meticulously building a formidable army at the border—an army that was brave, skilled in combat, and strictly disciplined.

This army not only possessed outstanding combat prowess but also became invincible and unstoppable, thanks to Xiao Tianfang's mastery of military strategy and his leadership style of leading from the front.

In just a few months, they successively recaptured seventeen cities.

Such a heroic feat was immediately widely praised by the people of Shenzhou. The name of Xiao Tianfang, the Great Hero of Shenzhou, spread far and wide, earning him the deep admiration and acclaim of the populace.

The imperial court also kept its promise and immediately bestowed rewards.

Because it was widely rumored in the martial arts world that Xiao Tianfang joined the army out of righteous indignation for a beautiful woman.

Therefore, the imperial court ambiguously enfeoffed Xiao Tianfang as—'King of Fury'.

On the day he met the Emperor, the Son of Heaven offered him wine, raising his cup in invitation, no more than twenty paces away.

He gazed at the Emperor sitting on the dragon throne, bathed in the dazzling sunlight.

At this distance, for Xiao Tianfang, it was undoubtedly within the range to take a life.

At this moment, Xiao Tianfang sneered inwardly repeatedly: Why!

Why should he, Xiao Tianfang, innocent and guiltless, having done nothing wrong, have to live his life in hiding, disguised, and barely surviving in the darkness?

Conversely, this incompetent ruler, who occupied his position without merit, could live his entire life wantonly under the bright sky.

Why!

Could it be that the heavens were blind?

Or was this person truly the son of heaven!

But even if he were the son of heaven, could he kill another man's father?

What injustice this was! What unfairness!

He did not drink the wine, nor would he drink the wine of his enemy.

He suddenly used his movement technique, and was about to kill the incompetent ruler.

Just then, a woman rushed out and stood in front of the Emperor.

With this palm strike, filled with hatred, he used his full strength. Even though he tried to retract it at the last moment, forty percent of his power struck the woman.

"Shuishui!!!"

"Qing'er, I'm sorry, I lied to you, he is my father!"

Hearing the woman's words, his entire body trembled. How could Qiu Shishui know his real name? He had never revealed such a secret to anyone.

Now that his master was dead, there should be no one left in this world who knew his true name and origin.

Suddenly, he understood something—what Son of Heaven, what Xiao Tianfang, what Qiu Shishui...

"Hahaha..." He suddenly threw his head back and laughed heartily until tears streamed down his face.

He tightly embraced the beauty in his arms, feeling an unprecedented weariness. He no longer had the heart for the disputes and entanglements of this mortal world, only wishing to depart and escape the worldly chaos.

The tragedy of Xiao Tianfang, the Great Hero of Shenzhou, was, within the entirety of Wulin Qixia Zhuan, truly rare.

Meng Qingshan leaned closer to examine it and exclaimed in surprise:

"Although this Great Hero of Shenzhou passed away many years ago, his remains are still preserved in a lifelike state, as if he were alive, showing no signs of death whatsoever. It is truly astonishing."

As he thought this, Meng Qingshan couldn't help but recall Li Yufeng.

He imagined that Li Yufeng's shock and astonishment upon first seeing Xiao Tianfang's body must have been no less than his own at this moment!

The corpse was seated cross-legged, one hand gently stroking its abdomen, while the other was firmly placed on the ground.

Following the direction of the fingertips, Meng Qingshan looked up and was startled to find four lines of calligraphy on the rock in front of the corpse, as graceful as a soaring dragon:

"To the fated person of later generations, if you wish to inherit my Divine Skill, open the coffin to take my Jade Marrow, and bury me with my wife. Be sure not to touch my body directly. Re-position my head within the coffin, then excavate the place of my seated meditation, and you shall obtain the true teachings of Ling Shu..."

These words were deeply engraved on the hard rock, appearing ethereal and transcendent. It was evident they were inscribed with profound internal energy, merely using a finger.

The vigorous strokes of the writing indicated the purity of the writer's internal energy and the extraordinary nature of their martial arts.

Upon seeing this passage, Meng Qingshan immediately took the black and red jade pendant from the corpse and walked directly to the jade coffin behind the stone tablet.

The jade coffin rested quietly on a block of ice, tightly bound by twelve wrist-thick iron chains, resembling an ancient seal. wisps of cold air rose from beneath the jade coffin, appearing dreamlike and illusory.

Around it, frost tightly encased the jade coffin, spreading layer by layer like a cocoon of ice crystals, guarding the mystery and tranquility within.

An indescribable aura of mystery permeated the air.