(PS: 76/31 overall, 14/11 for the "Brother Xt" alliance. Everyone, please support the official subscriptions and monthly tickets. Thank you, everyone!)
Shi Songtao had treated others warmly in the past, his relations with them being rather good. Every year, on the anniversary of his death, many old friends would come to pay their respects, but everyone would tacitly avoid the morning.
Other than Shi Tie himself, there were only a few personal disciples who would come with him to Shi Songtao's tomb.
Since Yan Zhaoge had the heart to come, Shi Tie naturally wouldn't refuse.
After Yan Zhaoge and the others had offered incense to Shi Songtao's family, Shi Tie said, "You are considerate. Go back and rest."
Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei exchanged glances, before bringing Ah Hu along and leaving.
On the way, looking back, Yan Zhaoge saw that Shi Tie's figure was still silently standing there.
Beside him, Xu Fei sighed, "Master is still blaming himself."
Yan Zhaoge sighed along with him. As one of the few in the know, he knew what Xu Fei meant.
That year, when Shi Songtao's family of three had met with danger, Shi Tie had actually had the chance to save them. However, the situation had just been critical, with Broad Creed Mountain's interests also about to be severely damaged. Of those present, only Shi Tie had had the ability to stop it.
In the end, faced with such a dilemma, Shi Tie had ultimately chosen to protect the clan as a whole. However, this way, he had been unable to save his descendants in time, finally having to send them off.
This was the regret of Shi Tie's life. Having always felt no guilt towards the heavens and earth, he had only felt guilt towards his own kin.
Even now, while a cenotaph had been erected, Shi Tie had actually still not given up on his final hope. As long as there was a chance, he would head to that place to investigate, hoping that there was a chance that Shi Songtao's family could still be alive. After all, he had never seen their corpses.
Sadly, after five years, he had still not found anything, his final hope also being extinguished bit by bit.
Xu Fei murmured, "If he could do it all over again, would Master make a different choice?"
He was talking to himself. Not expecting an answer from Yan Zhaoge, Yan Zhaoge walked silently by the side.
Xu Fei sighed, continuing, "Although I feel grief, although I blame myself. Although I feel guilty, perhaps, I would still make the same choice. Master he … "
Yan Zhaoge asked softly, "What if it was you, Senior Brother Xu? Between you and your family, how would you choose? "
After a long silence, Xue Fei replied, "I don't know. Perhaps I will only be able to give an answer when I truly face it."
Yan Zhaoge nodded, the two no longer speaking as they advanced side by side. Arriving at a fork in the road, they cupped their fists towards each other, bidding each other farewell. They returned to their respective residences.
Returning to his lodgings, Yan Zhaoge sat in the meditative position, closing his eyes as he calmed his heart and settled his thoughts.
After a short while, Yan Zhaoge reopened his eyes and took out a golden talisman from his bosom.
This golden talisman had been obtained by Yan Zhaoge after he had slain the fallen Xie Ziyi in the devilish domain at Clear Concealed Lake.
He looked at the mysterious and complicated patterns on the surface of the golden talisman. Yan Zhaoge pondered seriously, "It seems to be a rather strange and rare type of text, something that only appeared after the Great Calamity."
Yan Zhaoge laughed bitterly. It was the same as the relic of the Glacial Dragon Martial Saint back then. This sort of thing that had appeared after the Great Calamity, yet was comparatively ancient compared to the present, made him feel the most helpless. It just so happened to be the weakest link in his knowledge.
However, Yan Zhaoge was also working hard to make up for his shortcomings in this area. Currently, looking at the golden talisman, it was not that he had no way of dealing with it at all.
"It seems a little like the text of the Extreme Northern Regions, only circulating amongst a small number of people there?"
After pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge instructed his retainer, "Go fetch all the ancient texts circulating in the north of the Gold Region and give them to me. Take as many as you have, the older the better."
Of the Thunder Domain's six regions, the northernmost region that was directly connected to the Extreme Northern Ice Sea was the Gold Region.
Very quickly, a black-clothed martial practitioner delivered over what Yan Zhaoge wanted.
After spending some time analysing it, Yan Zhaoge gradually had an idea of what it was. He lightly tapped on that golden talisman, his fingertips tracing the patterns of the golden talisman, leaving behind numerous marks.
Those marks remained on the surface of the golden talisman, not dissipating for a long time.
Yan Zhaoge retracted his finger, scrutinising the patterns on the golden talisman that were nearing completion, before finally striking it with his palm.
The golden talisman suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, actually transforming into specks of light before vanishing without a trace.
Seeing this, a satisfied smile instead appeared on Yan Zhaoge's face. Then, those specks of golden light floated about, condensing and not dissipating as they transformed into clumps of light mist, hovering in mid-air.
Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, resembling a whale sucking in water, as those clumps of light mist were instantly sucked in by him.
For just that one moment, a feeling of smoke and fire burning arose within Yan Zhaoge's heart and lungs.
With Yan Zhaoge's current cultivation base, the various internal organs within his body had already been tempered countless times by his aura-qi.
The feeling of discomfort only lasted for an instant before vanishing very quickly.
Looking within his body, Yan Zhaoge saw specks of golden light drifting about unceasingly, evenly adhering to the surface of every single one of his blood vessels, as though adding a layer of golden radiance to the blood vessels within his body.
Even the tiniest, most delicate blood vessels were no exception.
Yan Zhaoge calmly inhaled and exhaled, circulating his qi and blood, his blood resembling boiling lava as it emitted a heavy roar.
After circulating his aura-qi thirty-six times, Yan Zhaoge retracted his cultivation, a faint golden light flickering on his skin.
Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhaoge stroked his lower chin, "Some things, seem like they can also be brought forward."
Thinking thus, Yan Zhaoge waved his hand, a few streaks of light flickering past, hovering within the air. They were all low-grade spirit artifacts.
Lofty Mountain Armor, Incinerating Light Sword, Mistlock Sword, Radiant Sun Wheel, Purple Gold Thunder Sword, Flying Thunder Blade.
Other than the mid-grade spirit artifact, the Hidden Clear Sunlight Sabre, and the Jade Dragon Sword that Yan Zhaoge had always carried along with him, all of Yan Zhaoge's current low-grade spirit artifacts were basically all here.
Speaking of which, all of them were the signature weapons of the other Holy Lands' core heirs.
The original owners of these spirit weapons were Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao, Xie Ziyi, Xiao Shen, Yan Shan, and Lin Zhou.
Just this list and the Spirit Weapons were enough to make other martial practitioners of the same generation sigh in amazement.
If Yan Zhaoge were to hold an exhibition of his spoils of war, there would probably be many people who would be angered to the point of vomiting blood.
With Yan Zhaoge's current cultivation base, he could basically only wield a single low-grade spirit artifact at any one time. The remaining ones would either be swapped out or used as hidden weapons, relying on the explosive power of the moment their connection was broken to injure the enemy, or to restrict his opponent's spirit artifact.
If one had too many Spirit Weapons, they could directly smash their opponents to death. This was not a joke.
After Yan Zhaoge had stepped into the Martial Grandmaster realm, these spirit artifacts would be of use at the same time.
However, Yan Zhaoge had other ideas. With his rate of improvement, the Martial Grandmaster realm was not far away.
After pondering for a moment, Yan Zhaoge lightly tapped out with his finger, keeping the Lofty Mountain Armour, the Radiant Sun Wheel and the Flying Thunder Sabre, only leaving behind the Incinerating Light Sword, the Vapour Sealing Sword and the Purple Gold Thunder Sword.
Then, with a flip of his palm, a bamboo branch appeared within it.
A dark green bamboo branch that vaguely flickered with a purple light.
Opening the Internal Crystal Furnace, Yan Zhaoge threw that bamboo branch and the three low-grade spirit artifacts within. (To be continued.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
