Chapter Thirty-Five: The Late Master's Remembrance

  Deep into the night, the streets of Sicheng City were still in a state of frenzy.

  For so many years, the Blackwood Mountain has brought a deep sense of fear to the ordinary people of Sicheng. For countless years, it is unknown how many humans have been taken away, leaving behind broken homes, and Qiao Yue's family is a typical example. Even if an ordinary person has never been harmed by the Blackwood Mountain before, they do not know when they will be unlucky and be taken away by the black fog, becoming food for the wolf demons.

  Now that the Blackwood Mountain has been broken, the fear that has lingered for thousands of years has finally dissipated. Ordinary people can only express their inner joy in this way, reveling through the night, worshiping their ancestors, singing and dancing, crying and laughing.

  The civil officials of the Four Symbol City, even hired a painter to depict this event, and it was called "The Group of Heroes Slaying the Demon". In the painting, a young man stood in the center, surrounded by the proud and cold Master Taiyi, the majestic General Liu, the enchanting Fox Lady Shuimengniang, the compassionate Master Chengleng, as well as the disciples of Jianluo and the elite soldiers of the city, engaged in a fierce battle with the ferocious wolf demon, upholding justice.

  When the whole city was indulged in revelry, Meng Xuan returned to his bedroom, made sure no one was around, and took out the Wolf Ancestor Token.

  At Hei Mu Shan, he already knew that this Wolf Ancestor Token had a great relationship with himself, but at the time there were many people and miscellaneous eyes, yet he never carefully observed it.

  Under the lamp, a closer look revealed that this Wolf Ancestor Token was dark in color and its material couldn't be discerned. However, it was clear that the material used to cast this token was identical to the Great Sickness Token - a type of mysterious iron alloy that Meng Xuan had never seen before. It felt cool to the touch and looked unassuming, but its weight was astonishing. This small token weighed almost as much as a hundred kilograms.

  Moreover, the aura emitted by both tokens is extremely similar, and it can be concluded that they come from the same origin.

  The difference lies in their shapes.

  The large disease makes the shape irregular, showing a coarse sword handle shape, while the wolf ancestor is long and strip-shaped. When the two are combined, it can be found that their cross-sections are quite matching.

  "My master only told me that the Great Sickness Order was a heirloom of our sect, capable of capturing the patient's vital energy and reversing their condition when necessary... but he never mentioned any other uses for it. Nor did he ever say that there were other tokens circulating in the world with the same origin as the Great Sickness Order... Moreover, the Black Wood Mountain is a legacy of the demon tribe, while my master was from the immortal gate; the two are unrelated. What could the Wolf Ancestor Token possibly have to do with us?"

  Meng Xuan thought for a while, but had no clue, so he decided to try the Great Sickness Immortal Technique.

  At first, he sensed the Wolf Ancestor's command, relying on his own cultivation method and its mysterious connection with it.

  Perhaps with one's own vital energy stirring, some mystery can be discovered.

  Meng Xuan's left hand grasped the Great Sickness Order, his right hand grasped the Wolf Ancestor Order, and he poured true energy into both.

  "Hmm..."

  Also unknown how much true energy was instilled, that Wolf Ancestor Token suddenly trembled lightly.

  That feeling is as if it was originally an inanimate object, but suddenly, it was awakened and had life.

  "With a whoosh, after most of Meng Xuan's true energy had been infused, the Wolf Ancestor suddenly transformed into a stream of immortal light and flew up, merging with the Great Sickness Sword. At this moment, the Great Sickness Sword also began to change gradually, extending outward from the hilt, growing out a section of blade about one foot long before stopping, transforming into a broken sword shape."

  "It turns out... Da Bing Ling is actually a sword hilt, while Lang Zu Ling is just one section of the sword body..."

  Meng Xuan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  With the return of Lang Zong's command, the stagnant and dying Great Illness Command seemed to have regained a hint of vitality.

  It used to be by Meng Xuan's side, always like a lifeless object, but now it has come alive and formed a mental connection with Meng Xuan.

  Meng Xuan felt that it was now a part of his body, no different from his hands and feet.

  "Hmm..."

  Just at this moment, a severe illness befell him, and suddenly a beam of light shot out, directly piercing into Meng Xuan's sea of consciousness.

  Meng Xuan was caught off guard and was shocked for a moment. He wanted to resist but it was already too late.

  However, he soon discovered that this light was harmless and was just a divine consciousness fluctuation.

  What's more important is that he felt this divine sense wave was extremely familiar, and it actually belonged to his sickly old master.

  That ray of light entered Meng Xuan's sea of consciousness and immediately transformed into the shape of an old man, exactly like the sick old man.

  "Master..."

  Meng Xuan couldn't help but exclaim, the old man had taught him the great secret of the elixir when he was on Mount Xian. He had carefully guided his cultivation and treated him like a son. Meng Xuan's feelings for the old man were also very deep. After the old man's death, Meng Xuan often missed the days when he relied on the old man in Mount Xian, and countless times dreamed of him in his sleep.

  At this moment, his image appeared vividly before my eyes, how could I not be excited?

  "Xuan Er..."

  The old man spoke in a low voice, his tone and expression the same as before: "You can open the Great Sickness Order, activate this divine thought of mine, I suppose you have already broken through the True Spirit Realm... Ah, don't feel surprised, this is not really me, but just a divine thought left in the Great Sickness Order at the time of my death. Normally, you wouldn't be able to sense it, only when you broke through the True Spirit Qi could you activate it!"

  "What... is going on?"

  Meng Xuanxin felt a little suspicious, he was only at the 8th stage of true energy at this time and had not broken through to the True Spirit realm!

  But he soon forgot these questions and listened carefully to the old man's words.

  He knew that Master had left this spiritual thought for himself in the great illness order with such solemnity, and there must be something important to say.

  "As a master, I have been hesitant about whether to tell you this matter. If I don't tell you, I will always feel like there is something stuck in my throat, and that hidden danger may also have a very bad influence on you in the future. But if I do tell you, you may also encounter a very formidable opponent... After thinking it over, I have decided to hide this divine thought within the Great Illness Command. If you can break through the True Spirit Realm in the future, it will mean that your talent has not disappointed me and you are capable of taking on this responsibility. But if you cannot break through, you also won't discover my divine thought, and passing through life peacefully is also a good thing..."

  The old man said solemnly, his brow furrowed as if making an extremely difficult decision.

  "This matter began fifteen years ago, when Master was traveling in Qin territory, treating illnesses and saving people, while also strengthening my own cultivation. That year, a heavy snow fell from the sky, and I coincidentally encountered a group of Qin royal guards chasing after a mother and daughter. I took action to disperse those guards and rescued them, but unfortunately, the mother ultimately died due to severe injuries, leaving behind only a few last words before passing away, leaving behind only that four or five-year-old little girl... and this little girl was none other than the orphaned child of the previous Qin emperor, also known as your shifu's sister, Qin Mu Yan..."

  "Older sister?"

  Meng Xuan was taken aback, he had been by Lao Lao's side for three years, but had never heard that he had a Shifu sister.

  The entire Zhuiwang Peak had only two people, him and the sick old man. Fellow sect members also said that the sick old man had only accepted one disciple in his life.

  "When I first saw your senior sister, I was shocked by her talent. She is the legendary Innate Dao Fetus, born with a natural affinity for cultivation. Looking around the world, there are only a few people who can match her innate abilities. Unfortunately, the better one's innate abilities, the more likely they are to be envied by heaven. She is no exception. I soon discovered that hidden deep within her bloodline was a very serious illness, which had already permeated her five organs and six viscera. It could almost be determined that this girl would not live past the age of ten..."

  The old man sighed as he spoke, seemingly regretful and yet reminded of something.

  "If she had met someone else, she would have been helpless, but as her teacher, I happened to be the one who could cure this kind of strange disease. To save this girl, I used my Great Healing Technique to pull out the diseased energy from her body. However, I didn't expect that her diseased energy was so severe that even I couldn't thoroughly purify it. In the end, her illness didn't get better, and I also contracted this serious disease. With my cultivation at that time, I could only temporarily suppress the outbreak of this strange disease, and then we relied on each other for survival, traveling all over the world to seek other solutions..."

  Meng Xuan was shocked: "Even Master's cultivation can't refine her illness?"

  He knew that when he met the old man, his illness was already very deep, but his cultivation was still extremely strong. If there was a strange disease that he couldn't refine, it could only be said that the disease was really too severe.

  And what kind of little girl would contract such a strange illness?

  The old man sighed and continued: "For the next four years, I kept her by my side, guiding her cultivation while searching for a rare treasure that could help me refine the disease energy. It was also to ensure that my life wouldn't be cut short. Four years later, I actually found a rare treasure in the extremely cold land of Mobei - the Nine Lives Revival Grass. This herb is rarely seen in ten thousand years and can prolong one's life and replenish blood. Its quality is the best I've ever seen in my life. With it, not only can I refine the disease energy within me, but my cultivation will also break through to an unprecedented height. At that time, helping her refine the disease energy within her would be a sure thing... Alas..."

  As he spoke, the old man's voice suddenly dropped, and Meng Xuan's heart involuntarily followed with a wave of tension.

  "...At that time, your senior sister was less than ten years old, and I really didn't think she would do such a thing. Beside the Nine Lives Revival Grass, there was a strange beast guarding it. As my master, I used all my strength to kill the beast, but I also got injured and couldn't move. Then I asked your senior sister to pick that precious herb, but what I didn't expect was... after she picked the herb, she told me that her father had been betrayed by the emperor's uncle, who seized the throne, and she bore a deep blood feud, vowing to avenge her father and reclaim the throne. So she... took away the Nine Lives Revival Grass to cure her own illness, and even stabbed me with another sword, fearing I wouldn't die..."

  "Unbelievable!"

  Meng Xuan had heard enough and was furious, his eyes bulging with rage.

  At first, when he heard that he had this senior sister, he was somewhat expectant, but he never thought that this girl would be so shameless.