The two had once traveled through many kingdoms together, discussing scholarship and martial arts, but later parted ways over differences in their beliefs.
Liu Jinchan smiled. "That Peng Chuan was the ninth ancestor in the history of Three Truths—the renowned Peng Zu."
"Of all the ancestors in the Three Truths Sect's history, two stood above the rest. The first was the founding patriarch, the Three Truths Daoist, who had established the sect."
"The second had to be Peng Chuan, known as the Northern Ancestor. He revived the Three Truths Sect, making it one of the wellsprings of Daoism and a major sect in the north."
Liu Jinchan smiled. "The final stop on my journey was the old territory of Three Truths, its former ancestral seat. There, I found Peng Chuan's Notes. Much of it was written by Ancestor Peng Chuan himself, with later disciples adding annotations. It records insights into martial arts and quite a few secrets of heaven and earth."
"Unfortunately, most of it has been lost. Only a small portion remains."
"To call this ancestor's life legendary would be no exaggeration."
The moment Lu Yu heard martial arts mentioned, keen interest flashed in his eyes. Over the years, his martial cultivation had climbed to a height few could hope to reach. On his travels beyond the mountains, he had rarely found anyone who could exchange blows with him, and he could not help feeling a little lonely.
A few years earlier, when Lu Yu had gone down the mountain, something curious had happened. The Yuetang River, not far from Mount Zhongnan, had flooded, and Lu Yu had personally led his disciples into the river to help. To his surprise, he had found a fifty-foot snake in the water, with two large fleshy lumps on its head.
Lu Yu