In Long Qing's mind, there was nothing wrong with his decisiveness and response. He had completely mastered human nature … It was not a weakness, but a trait. However, he had forgotten an important point. The common trait of human nature must have appeared many times in history. In other words, his decisiveness and response seemed wise, but in fact, he was just copying the wisdom of his predecessors. He was still walking the same old path.
Until now, Long Qing still did not know the middle-aged Taoist's name and surname. However, after the Taoist in indigo was chased to the South Sea by the Headmaster of the Academy with a wooden stick, he had enough wisdom and insight to temporarily manage the Zhishou Abbey. To him, Long Qing's response was filled with a stale and disgusting aura, which was increasingly unacceptable to him.
If he could not accept it, then he would have to suppress him forcefully. Without hesitation, he slapped Long Qing's head, ignoring the precious Heavenly Power Pill that had been swallowed. He did not care what Long Qing meant to Haotian Taoism. He only wanted to protect the rules and bottom line of Haotian Taoism.
However, to everyone's regret, to the world's regret, and to Ning Que's regret in the future, the middle-aged Taoist's palm did not manage to kill Long Qing. Instead, it was strangely bounced back by the faint yet extremely tough aura that enveloped Long Qing.
Long Qing, who was close to madness, was no longer bound by any moral rules. That was why he could do so many rebellious things. However, there were rules in Haotian's world. To a large extent, he had to thank these rules for being able to survive, such as the forces of action and reaction.
The middle-aged Taoist's casual but irresistible palm landed on Long Qing's head, causing his teeth to clench and his facial features to tremble. However, it did not break through the thin aura. The huge and terrifying power was bounced back by the aura film, causing his palm to bounce up high.
With a bang, Long Qing's feet left a deep pit on the hard meadow ground. The pants on his legs were torn into pieces and flew away. He felt a sharp pain in his leg bones, as if they were broken.
Smoke and dust filled the air. Long Qing, who had been hit by the palm, was like a rubber ball that had been slapped hard on the ground. He suddenly paused and then bounced up into the sky at a terrifying speed!
There was a whistling sound of wind breaking.
Long Qing bounced into the sky, high and far. He was confused and did not know what to do. He felt the autumn wind blowing on his face and looked at the clouds that were getting closer and closer. He thought of the light feeling he had after taking the Heavenly Power Pill. He could not help but wonder if he would really become an immortal and leave this terrible human world.
A single Heaven Ascension Pill couldn't really make a mortal become an immortal.
As long as one did not become a deity, no matter how high one flew, there would always be a moment when one would fall back down.
Long Qing was shaken off the ground and floated up. He didn't know whether he had flown hundreds of feet or thousands of feet. Just when he felt that he could touch the blue sky and the flowing clouds, he began to fall.
Apart from the Sages who could return to Haotian's Divine Kingdom, most people's final destination was the earth. The attraction of the earth to humans was so strong that it carried a lot of power.
The power made Long Qing fall faster and faster.
He left the clouds and broke through the autumn wind. He watched as the middle-aged Taoist crossed the meadow and fell into the precipice behind the meadow. He disturbed the clouds that had not dissipated for years and went straight into the bottomless abyss.
Falling from such a high place, even a powerhouse in the Knowing destiny State would be shaken into a pile of flesh and blood. Moreover, no one knew what kind of dangers there were in the abyss.
Long Qing fell into the abyss with the Tomes of Arcane.
The middle-aged Taoist walked to the edge of the cliff and looked at the clouds flowing like a lake disturbed by stones. He was silent and no one knew what he was thinking.
No one knew whether Long Qing was alive or dead.
He might be alive, but he should be dead.
But who knew?
The middle-aged Taoist looked at the human-shaped hole that was gradually swallowed by the flowing clouds. He thought silently, If you are still alive, then maybe you really are the legendary Man of Heaven's Mandate.
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In the green mountain behind the Zhishou Abbey, muffled or shrill sounds could be heard from time to time. The green vines scattered on the mountain path and in the dense forest trembled with these sounds, as if they were extremely afraid.
These sounds came from the terrifying Taoist priests who had been hiding in the cave for decades. These Taoist priests did not deliberately show their power. They just felt something in their hearts and talked casually, but it made the green vines and red soil tremble uneasily. Dozens of caves shook and almost collapsed.
"Why?"
"Why do I see hope, but it is such a cold hope?"
"I want to kill that junior."
"That piece of trash sure has guts! How dare he have evil thoughts about us! "
"Why didn't Taoist He do anything before he died?"
"What did he see?"
"The will of Haotian or the shadow of Yama?"
"Is this the real Man of Heaven?"
The cliff that was still tightly wrapped by the vines suddenly became quiet. No one spoke for a long time. The old Taoist priests in the cave thought of the scene they saw earlier. They thought of the truth they had vaguely understood. For a moment, they all fell silent at the same time.
After a long time, an extremely deep voice sounded between the cliffs. The birds that were trying to find nesting materials in the dense forest at the foot of the mountain heard this voice and immediately scattered in all directions in fear.
"Whether it is the will of Haotian or the shadow of Yama, regardless of whether it is the decree of Heaven or the original sin of mankind, the appearance of this young Haotian Taoism disciple in front of us has already explained many things. Senior Brother He's cultivation was taken by that young man, but he did not kill him before he died. This means that he did not want to resist this temptation."
An old and resentful voice came from one of the caves.
"If it were me, as long as Long Qing could inherit all my achievements and then destroy the Academy and the Tang Empire, maybe I would be willing. I have had enough of living in seclusion for decades. If it were not for that lunatic Ke Haoran's sword, I would be sitting on the Seat of Heavenly Black Jade now. Lotus would not have taken my position, and I would not be able to see the world and people for the rest of my life."
An extremely cold voice came from another cave.
"If you are really willing to pass your achievements to that young man, then why did you kill him before? In the end, you are still reluctant to give up the opportunity to escape. Don't talk about the past and then talk about reluctance. We old guys who are trapped in the cave have all shed blood and tears. When the Headmaster of the Academy went to the Peach Mountain to cut the peach blossoms, if I was not in front of him and was seen as seriously injured, Wei Guangming would not dare to expel me from the Peach Mountain because of those groundless accusations. "
The old voice said mockingly, "As the Elder of West-Hill and the Senior Brother of the Great Divine Priest of Revelation, you actually had fun with the wife of an ordinary believer in the Kingdom of Song. If it were not for the fact that you were seriously injured by the Headmaster of the Academy, do you think that Wei Guangming would just expel you from the Peach Mountain?"
"What are you trying to say?"
"I want to say that you can totally pass your cultivation to that useless Long Qing."
"Why don't you?"
"Because I will have to go out one day."
"Even if the mountain collapses and the sea dries up, you will not be able to go out."
"Stop arguing."
That extremely thick voice filled with boundless might exploded between the cliffs, causing the green vines to rustle and the birds that were about to fly to fall to the ground with mournful cries.
It was obvious that the old Taoist priests in the cave were very afraid of this voice.
"Senior Brother He was cut in half by Ke Haoran and lived a life worse than death for decades. Unlike us, we can still see the light of day one day. It is not necessarily a bad thing to have such a vicious successor."
"But we are different. Although our old injuries are serious, it is not to the extent that we cannot suppress our realms. As long as there is a chance, we can leave these caves and the Zhishou Abbey. Whether that vicious young man, who even I am afraid of, is dead or alive, he is far away from us. What we need to do now is to meditate and wait in silence. Any memory of the glory of the past is a poison in the heart. Even without that young disciple, you will still be possessed by the Devil."
There was dead silence among the cliffs. No one dared to object because the old Taoist priests in the cave knew very well that no one was more qualified to recall the past than that person. If he had not been defeated by Ke Haoran's sword, the owner of the deep voice would definitely be sitting at the top of the West-Hill Divine Palace and leading the entire Haotian Taoism as the hierarch.
After an unknown amount of time.
The voice came from the cliff again. The green vines did not move, but the red soil that seemed to be stained with blood began to rustle because of the despair and hatred in the voice.
"Will we really be able to leave these caves alive?"
"Can we really see the light of day again?"
"How long do we have to wait?"
"We've already waited for decades. Some people have already died of old age. Don't tell me we'd rather continue waiting?"
These questions, filled with resentment, despair, and unwillingness, were like the cold rain in late autumn, constantly washing the cliff outside the cave, bringing endless pain to the people inside the cave.
After a long time, that deep and resounding voice rang out again. It was filled with frustration, determination, hope for the future, and resentment towards a certain person. It said in a deep voice, "Wait, wait forever, prepare, always be prepared, wait, prepare for that old bastard to die. This is the only thing we can do."
Decades ago, the Devil's Doctrine was at its peak. Correspondingly, there were many powerhouses in Haotian Taoism. If the West-Hill Divine Palace were to go all out, it seemed that they could sweep the world.
Then, there was a Youngest Uncle from the Academy.
That Youngest Uncle's name was Ke Haoran. He rode a little black donkey and wore an inconspicuous sword at his waist. He first destroyed the Devil's Doctrine, and then, for one reason or another, or perhaps because of a different ideology, he began to fight against the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism.
In the midst of the bloodshed, no one knew how many amazing cultivation geniuses of Haotian Taoism were killed by Ke Haoran's sword, or seriously injured by him, or forced to break the realm and be punished by Heaven. Since then, they did not dare to come out.
One day, the powerhouses of Haotian Taoism gathered and surrounded Ke Haoran.
Ke Haoran won the battle.
Then, he was punished by Heaven and died.
After that, the Headmaster entered West-Hill and climbed the Peach Mountain. He killed all the peach blossoms, killed those who participated in the battle, and seriously injured the rest.
The abbey dean of the Zhishou Abbey and the Taoist in indigo welcomed him.
The Headmaster hit him with his cudgel.
The Taoist in indigo was defeated and fled to the South Sea. From then on, he never set foot on land.
Decades later.
There was a green mountain behind the Zhishou Abbey, and the caves in the cliff were like ant nests. There were countless powerhouses with terrifying states but were seriously injured. Half of them were killed by Ke Haoran, and the other half by the Headmaster.
If these powerhouses of Haotian Taoism reappeared in the world, no one knew how terrible the storm would be. However, they could not come out, and the world had even forgotten about their existence.
Because the Headmaster did not allow it.
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(The Headmaster is so awesome … I feel like I'm pretty awesome too. I actually wrote it. Actually, to be precise, I should say that my father's power is awesome. Good.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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