Chapter 108: Amidst the Water's Embrace

were purely out of spite, pathetic and laughable.Tian Chang remained silent, his face clouded with worry. He was already contemplating the consequences of this failed treasure hunt. How could he pos..."Life"...like that...doesn't exist.

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Always, always.

Everything is about moving forward, it's all about cultivation. With millions of pounds on your shoulders, how could there be a moment's pause

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He was afraid that if he stopped...he would never have the energy to go on again.

Only in front of family and friends can one have a moment of temporary relaxation.

Only this time, having made a decision true to his heart in Qi, after resting his mind and body in Yun, did he have that moment of clarity upon arriving in Chu.

When it comes to one's own happiness, it's actually a rather difficult topic to discuss.

Li Longchuan, after coming into power, first loved military strategy, second loved archery and horseback riding, and then "loose string".

Yan Fu prioritized his family above all else. He was a man of refined taste, paying meticulous attention to every detail in his life, from clothing and food to housing and travel.

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Zhongxuan excels at enjoyment, appearing to like and excel at everything. However, he keeps his true thoughts hidden beneath that perpetually grinning, chubby face, leaving them a mystery to everyone.

Xu Xiangqian likes to take advantage of others, freeloading on meals, drinks, tea, and even going to brothels...

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Everyone's preferences, likes and dislikes, as friends spend more time together, they always get to know some things.

But if you want to ask what Jiang Wang likes, what his hobbies are.

He actually couldn't remember.

He doesn't seem to have any hobbies.

But he wasn't born that way.

Zuo Guangshu said that one should have their own life and their own unique happiness. While these are words full of good intentions, they are also somewhat vague and impractical.

Some things that seem simple and ordinary are what many people would die for.

The common people, they toil from sunrise to sunset. They sleep at three in the morning and rise at five. They work hard all day long, barely scraping by to feed themselves. Don't they want happiness Don't they yearn for a better life

Sometimes, just that single character "birth" or even simply "survival" can be enough to keep us going, breathless and unable to stop.

Zuo Guangshu was born into privilege and was well-protected. Goodness also means wealth and nobility. It's like sunshine illuminating a magnificent mansion, everything is dazzling...

It is untouchable by pain.

But looking at these bright eyes before me,

Jiang Wang still smiled, his whole face, every muscle fiber, radiating happiness.

Regardless of anything else, in this world, a pure concern and a kind expectation are both flames that can warm the heart, aren't they

He slapped the young man in fine clothes on the head and laughed, "What are you saying How could Big Brother Jiang disappoint you Ask yourself, do you know the truth now Do you know! Take a look at our lineup..."

He waved his hand grandly, striking a pose of "look at this majestic scenery," with an air of boldness and confidence: "Is it enough to sweep across the mountains and seas"

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"Don't think Brother Jiang is bragging, he has achieved it all, hasn't he" Grandmaster Jiang said with a resounding voice, "Facts speak louder than words!"

The experienced Master Jiang, wanting to give the novice youth a lesson.

He was never much of a mentor, but for someone as close as Zuo Guangshu and his cherished cousin Jiang An'an, he couldn't help himself. He always wanted to impart some of his life experience, offering sage advice from someone who had "been there done that."

He doesn't want them to step into the same pitfalls he did. He doesn't want them to make the same mistakes he made. He doesn't want them to suffer the same hardships he endured.

>I just didn't expect that, turning things around actually taught this kid a lesson.

Zuo Guangshu knew his tiredness, understood his efforts, and caught his confusion.

This feeling of bewilderment is not new.

Once upon a time, there were demons who spread havoc throughout the world, their wicked reputation echoing far and wide. Naturally, he also thought to himself, "How innocent I am!"

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On one's journey through life, everyone has their own reasons.

Zheng Guoxiang, with his diligence and ambition, set about governing the country well. Du Ruhui, with his deep wisdom and foresight, contributed greatly to national affairs. Dong A, loyal to the state, gave his all in service.

Fang Pengju could not disappoint his parents' expectations, Zheng Shangming strived to be an average talent, and Fang Heiling was a last resort...

Zhao Xuanyang reluctantly obeyed his master's orders, Cui Zhu and Zhang Yong dedicated themselves to their ideals...

He is just a young man who has just turned twenty.

He was also confused at times.

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What is right and what is wrong

With a mirror of the heart, dust can return to dust.

These myths existed in the past, exist today, and will continue to appear in the future.

A person in the world cannot be without a speck of dust.

But as Zu Guangshu had requested —

Make choices that feel comfortable for you, and do what you believe is right.

That's enough.

In life, why should you care about what others think

In this world, there are those who slander me, deceive me, insult me, mock me, despise me, belittle me, hate me, and cheat me. I do not forgive them.

But I will not resign myself to ruin, and become the object of slander and abuse.

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The world labels me a demon, so I shall become one. Is that not also a form of failure

A sword, three feet long and held in the palm, wherever its edge falls, it adheres to one's principles and true self.

Others can say what they want, but the path walked underfoot remains where it is and will not be changed by anyone's words.

The so-called path of the Dao is recognizing oneself again and again, seeing clearly who one is, and then walking forward with determination.

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At this moment, Jiang Wang, who is playing with Zuo Guangshu, is not much different from the previous Jiang Wang.

But after understanding the truth about the Shan Hai Realm and seeing Huang Wei's true path of transcending the peak, Zuo Guangshu was educated by Huang Wei and also educated Zuo Guangshu, becoming even more certain of his own life.

That kind of self-confidence and freedom emanating from the soul made the atmosphere on the peak of Liupingshan much lighter.

A smile played in Yue Tiannu's eyes.

Zuo Guangshu touched his forehead and frowned, looking rather displeased. However, he also smiled.

When Jiang Wang learned the truth about the Shan Hai Realm, he was also given Wang Changji, a powerful figure who could sweep through the Shan Hai Realm. However, Wang Changji just watched them silently without saying a word.

Fang He Ling silently observed Wang Changji, only feeling an unexpected softness in him at this moment.

"Myriad years ago, there was no realm of mountains and seas. One great era before, there were no myriad countries. Before the ancient times, there were no living beings. Millennia of hatred, epochs of fame, all are but clouds and smoke." Yue Tiannu sighed, "I seek Buddha, I seek Dao, seeking only an understanding. If Huang Wei truly went without return, he left no explanation for this world. But if he returns from his fantasy, what explanation is needed This is my Zen heart."

This monk in a puppet's body has clearly formed his own understanding of Buddhism.

>>> Compared to other people Jiang Wang knew in the Buddhist community, he was different. Sometimes he could be very straightforward and cold, but sometimes he could also be insightful and compassionate. He seemed to walk a unique path, neither mainstream nor conventional.

Of course, the Buddhist practitioners that Jiang Wang knew were not normal either.

So he didn't even know if Yuetian Nu was normal or not...

“Speaking of which,” Jiang Wang looked at Wang Changji and said, “Brother Wang told us all these...truths about the Shan Hai Realm, Huang Wei's true path, and so on. Then what What are your plans”

“Then what” Wang Changji lightly raised his eyes and said softly, “Just do what you have to do. Huang Wei is truly a figure who wants to impact the pinnacle of transcendence. His power, his ideas, are beyond our measurement.”

He looked at Jiang Wang with a rather strange expression: “You wouldn’t think that we have the ability to influence his plan, would you”

Jiang Wang felt a bit embarrassed as he rubbed his nose. He really thought that Wang Changji still had some tricks up his sleeve, after all, this person had broken through his imagination again and again, showing him all sorts of wonders.

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Wang Changji sighed, feeling a mixture of satisfaction and disappointment at Jiang Wangyu's blind faith in him.

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Perhaps both can be achieved.

"The reason I can sense some clues is simply because... the Shan Hai Realm has developed to this stage, it no longer needs to hide. Huang Wei's return from her fantasy is a foregone conclusion, and it won't be long." Wang Changji said: "The master is not at home, I secretly scoop a mouthful of water to drink, it's harmless. If you want to do anything excessive to this house, the owner of the house will not be happy."

"When will Huang Wei return Do you know a specific time, my lord" Zuo Guangshu asked.

Wang Changji sighed again: "You're far too optimistic about me. All I can do is tiptoe and see a faint trace of where Huang Wei had walked. I can only guess that he will come back. How could I possibly make any accurate predictions"

After some thought, he finally said: “If I had to make a guess, I think we’ll see the answer within a hundred years.”

Huang Wei's true return from fantasy, this is naturally not something everyone welcomes.

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Let alone the Qin state, which was poised for war in the near future, and the ambitious State of Jing, even within the State of Chu, there wasn't necessarily a unified will.

So, the moment Huang Wei truly returns, there will inevitably be a stir...

But that has nothing to do with him anymore.

"Thank you for your advice," Zuo Guangshu said politely.

Compared to the evolution of the Shan Hai Jing over nine hundred years, within a hundred years, it is indeed not "too late".

If we're being honest, what Wang Changji said today is invaluable.

An extraordinary being, about to return from fantasy to reality, will undoubtedly influence the entire Chu State and even the order of the world.

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The Left family knew in advance, and had too much room to operate.

Of course, if as Wang Changji said, the evolution of the Mountains and Seas Realm has reached its final stage, there is no need to hide it anymore. Perhaps soon various channels will spread the news.

Jiang Wang thought for a moment, and said, “Well then...”

"Go to Mount Zhong," Wang Changji said directly. "As the saying goes, reciprocity is essential. You helped me get the True Dan of Kui Niu, so I should do something for you too."

He glanced at the world outside Liubo Mountain: "But the right we fought for has been exhausted in just now's action. From now on, we can only fly there ourselves."

Jiang Wang certainly wouldn't be polite. To ensure Zuo Guangshu got the Jiufeng Seal, he had already planned to invite Wang Changji along.

"So the long journey ahead, it's time to get started." Jiang Wang leaped directly into the air, drifting like a fairy: "This trip to Shan Hai Jing is also coming to an end."

Zuo Guangshu, Yue Tiannu, Wang Changji, and Fang Heiling followed suit.

Five figures with clear goals sped through the tumultuous mountains and seas.

Whether it's a hurricane or a thunderstorm, no natural disaster can get close to them within a hundred meters.

Travelling over mountains and across seas like a leisurely stroll, I face the wind and snow with a smile.

In this carefree and unrestrained joy of uninhibited flight, Zuo Guangshu finally felt the sensation of pushing mountains and seas apart.

What a joy!

The sky was growing darker, and the central mountain stood tall in the heart of this landscape, like the last remaining pillar supporting the heavens.

Like candlelight in the dark, it attracts countless moths.

Those who come before pave the way for those who follow.

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The journey to the Shan Hai Jing, has reached its final moment.

Those who have been eliminated, have already left.

What needs to be let go has already been let go.

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Those who remain in the Shan Hai Realm, regardless of whether they have achieved anything, must begin preparing for the final contest.

Zhong Liyan, Fan Wushu, Wu Ling, Xiang Bei, Tai Yin, Qu Shunhua, these names that once shone brightly, have each left the journey within the Mountains and Seas realm.

No one is a loser, but the word "competition" no matter how dazzlingly packaged, its bottom line is ultimately cruel.

The winners stay, the losers leave.

That's all there is to it.

Regardless of your family background or past achievements.

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The strong fall before the stronger.

"A paradigm shift unlike any other is right before our eyes. Ge Fei, I often feel...walking on thin ice."

He ruminated over those words, replaying them in his mind again and again.

When the teacher said those words, there was a furrow of sadness between her brows.

That once illustrious figure, that famous rake, had inquired about the distinguished scholar of Dusk Drum Academy who had stepped down from his position as prime minister of Yue many years ago.

I have always kept to myself and never see outsiders.

The Son of Heaven inquired about government affairs, but no longer trusted anyone. Old colleagues who came to visit were not allowed into the palace gates.

Solitary and aloof, like a stone statue, he sat facing an empty chessboard for seventeen years.

Only he can come, only he can "play chess".

He never cared for those nineteen crisscrossing lines. He couldn't understand how a game with no pieces could possibly be interesting.

The teacher never said anything.

He had problems with his cultivation, so he asked. After asking, he left.

He never knew why his teacher was worried.

But he always remembered those furrowed brows, like rivers, like mountains, like a bleak autumn landscape.

He was born into the top-tier family of Yue, a direct descendant of the Ge clan.

From a young age, he was exceptionally gifted and stood out among his peers.

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The master was a renowned fortune teller, Gao Zheng.

All who came and went were young masters from noble families.

When going out, it's carriages and BMWs; when entering, it's servants galore.

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He shouldn't understand sadness.

Since he could first remember, there had been that furrow of worry on his brow, pressing down upon his heart.

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This kept him from slacking off.

He always moves forward, always moves forward.

Just like this moment, keep striving forward.

Facing the strong wind and heavy snow, resisting the tsunami and thunder.

Without the Nine Chapters Jade Bi, one cannot communicate with the celestial and earthly primordial forces. One can only rely on their own Dao Yuan, divine abilities, and even Qi and blood...

Just keep walking forward.

Continuously consume, continuously move forward.

But it was possible that the excessively bright lightning had blurred his vision.

Perhaps it was the biting wind that scattered some kind of call.

Though the world was bustling with noise, he felt an overwhelming stillness. It was so quiet that even his own breath seemed to resonate clearly.

"Whew, whew!"

He shouldn't have felt cold.

But it's getting colder and colder.

He, famed for his reputation, arrived at the Shan Hai Realm with a collection of rare insects and his trump cards ready.

...without even catching a glimpse of Fei, he turned back and left the mountain.

Dao Yuan's fundamental mechanism is no longer functioning.

The heat from his body was constantly being lost, never to return.

His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, he strained every nerve to keep awake.

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...Amidst this apocalyptic scene of devastation, I saw a glimmer of light piercing through the thick, dark clouds above.

Does that really exist

He was dazed, raised his hand, but closed his eyes.

The faint starlight that clung to him dimmed instantly.

That's how it plummeted.

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...and thus, they remained silent on the road to Central Mountain.

With wind and snow, falling.

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