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Date: October 4th
"Wind Sage, it seems we have a guest." In the courtyard of Monsoon Shrine, an old Taoist priest with white hair and a rosy complexion like that of a baby smiled as he spoke to Feng Ji.
Dressed in simple Taoist robes, the old priest exuded a certain celestial aura.
"Oh, every time I see him, there are new changes. His insight has reached this level; it's truly remarkable." Feng Ji glanced toward the staircase. Although he had yet to see anyone ascend, he seemed to already know who was coming.
"At such a young age, achieving this level of accomplishment and possessing such insight must be related to his somewhat peculiar aura. In all my years, I've never encountered such a presence; it's fascinating." The old priest stroked his beard, a look of curiosity on his face.
At that moment, a slightly frail-looking young man with delicate features ascended the final Azure Stone Steps—Yang Xiaoyou.
Upon seeing the two before him, Yang Xiaoyou appeared somewhat surprised; with his perceptive abilities, he had not sensed anyone above him at all.
Feng Ji was understandable; although his current strength was far from his peak state, his realm remained intact. Due to not engaging in battles regularly, the accumulated vitality would certainly allow him to unleash an attack comparable to his peak period without issue.
Not sensing him was normal, but even the simply dressed old priest had not noticed him either.
At first glance, the old priest seemed unremarkable, but upon closer inspection, one could sense the terrifying pressure hidden beneath his frail exterior. He was likely a peak elder powerhouse not inferior to Feng Ji, currently in a state similar to Feng Ji's own.
This realization left Yang Xiaoyou astonished; he had no recollection of this old priest in his memory. Such a fellow should not be an unknown figure.
"Yang Xiaoyou has arrived! Haha, it seems that the recent events in Tokyo have not affected you at all. Instead, you’ve made new breakthroughs," Feng Ji said warmly upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou's astonished expression. He looked like a friendly neighbor tending to birds in the park.
"I've gained some insights. Compared to you two elders, I'm still nothing," Yang Xiaoyou replied humbly, showing great respect for Feng Ji.
"Let me introduce you to our esteemed guest—he is the former President of the China Taoist Association, known by the Taoist name Yuan Fangzi." Feng Ji then introduced the old priest beside him to Yang Xiaoyou.
"The China Taoist Association? So it's that group of charlatans," Yang Xiaoyou thought to himself upon hearing Feng Ji's words.
Having reached his current level of strength and recalling memories from another life that surpassed human limits, he understood that there were no such things as demons or deities in this world.
However, some ancient traditions did hold merit; for instance, practices like feng shui had their own value.
To secure one's future is indeed an exaggeration; among the hundred people encountered in the martial world, ninety-nine are deceivers. However, those few who are genuine can make insightful judgments and provide guidance based on their observations and deductions about the prevailing circumstances.
They might also assist in specific feng shui arrangements for residences to achieve a certain effect of gathering energy, allowing those who live in such places to maintain a clear mind and vibrant spirit. Naturally, this would lead to smoother endeavors.
The old Taoist in front of me is likely one of these experts.
I mistakenly believed he was on par with Feng Ji, but there is a significant difference. Perhaps they are similar in terms of realm, but in terms of physical prowess, the gap is too great.
One principle leads to understanding all principles. All paths ultimately converge at the level of influence, much like the relationship between Liang Wuxuan and Fia.
The old Taoist before me has likely reached this level in the study of Nurturing. However, due to his elevated realm, I misjudged his capabilities.
“Ha ha. Let’s not dwell on past identities; I am just an ordinary Taoist now, visiting old friends during this final stretch of my life. Alas, I cannot compare to you all,” Yuan Fangzi chuckled lightly.
“Hmph, your Taoist sect has its own methods of body refinement. You only cultivate your qi without training your body, and ultimately, you have disrupted the balance,” Feng Ji sighed.
“A person’s life is limited; there’s only so much I can do. Ha ha! At our stage, life and death are like fleeting clouds. Wind Sage, you’re being too serious,” Yuan Fangzi appeared quite carefree at this moment.
Hearing their conversation, Yang Xiaoyou began to understand that the old Taoist was likely aware that his time was short. For someone at his level, confirming the remaining lifespan is not a difficult task.
With this thought in mind, Yang Xiaoyou felt a sense of relief. Due to the mutation of the virus in his brain, his capacity for thought and deduction far exceeds that of ordinary people. Although his intelligence may not be exceptionally high, the extended time for consideration allows him to manage many more aspects; otherwise, focusing solely on physical enhancement would consume most of his energy.
“My friend, we are somewhat fated. This item was originally intended for Lin Girl, but since she has already passed that hurdle, I’ll give it to you instead. Ha ha! It should be helpful to you,” Yuan Fangzi said as he glanced at Yang Xiaoyou and then retrieved a jade pendant from his waist to hand it over.
Upon seeing the jade pendant before him, Yang Xiaoyou displayed a peculiar expression. The pendant emanated a subtle pressure of influence reminiscent of that surrounding Monsoon Shrine, though less intense and purer in essence—similar to the aura of the old Taoist.
In his memory, Yang Xiaoyou had received such an item before; however, by then he was already approaching mastery. Such ‘enlightened’ accessories had become useless to him.
Moreover, previous similar items he had obtained were created by high-level practitioners from Buddhism or Taoism condensing energy into jade over a short period; they would gradually dissipate over time.
The jade pendant before him was different; although its presence wasn’t overwhelming, it still reached the level of influence. If nothing unexpected happened, it likely had been worn by the old Taoist for a lifetime, naturally imparting its subtle pressure over time. In terms of value, it was on an entirely different level compared to those ‘enlightened’ accessories.
“This…” Seeing the jade pendant before him made Yang Xiaoyou hesitate slightly. The pure influence emanating from it would indeed be beneficial for him at this moment.
Especially since his inner persona was gradually absorbing the spirit he had actively transmitted in the past; although he could control it to some extent, that violent influence was starting to reflect back on him as well.
The jade pendant served as a kind of regulator and lubricant.
However, this item was far too precious. If someone knowledgeable were to purchase such a jade pendant, it would be priceless; no matter the price set, they would surely acquire it. For an ordinary person, wearing it could almost guarantee immunity from ailments.
Only true masters of Buddhism and Daoism could create such an item in their lifetime. Of course, if a powerful figure like Feng Ji carried a jade pendant, it might also reflect his influence. However, for an ordinary person to possess such an item would likely lead to nightmares.
"He gave it to you, so just take it," Feng Ji said, glancing at the jade pendant with a thoughtful expression, as if he understood why Yuan Fangzi had entrusted it to Yang Xiaoyou.
"Since it is bestowed by the elder, I dare not refuse. Thank you, senior," Yang Xiaoyou replied as he accepted the jade pendant with both hands and sincerely bowed to the old Daoist.
As soon as the pendant was in his possession, he felt a refreshing sensation wash over him, as if his entire state of mind had become tranquil.
At that moment, however, Yang Xiaoyou felt a gentle tap on his head. When he looked up, he saw Feng Lin's graceful figure standing nearby, gazing at him with a subtle expression in her eyes.
To be continued...
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