Chapter 527: Courage and Special Training (1/2)

Chapter 527: Courage and Special Training

Translator: CynthiaEditor: X, TYZ

A skinny and aged figure shuttled through the woods. His face and hair were covered with dust. Wrinkles on this face were rigid and forceful, like layers of folds piled up by gradually solidifying molten iron. However, his eyes were extremely pure like a baby.

Le Buleng left Skyheart City. Instead of flying, he chose to walk through the wild and headed toward the Jadeite Forest.

He walked in the daytime and sat in meditation at night. Wild fruits and dire beasts satisfied his stomach. Water from streams moistened his throat. He measured the earth by his feet and felt its eternity. Compared to the earth, life was as insignificant as dust. Looking into the sky, he indulged in the enormous starry heavens that had witnessed countless geniuses as they wrote down their legends.

He recalled his childhood. He was not the most gifted or the worst, but it was without a doubt that his temper was the most troublesome. After all these years, he had become this old, but his temper had not changed much.

It was just like his endeavors to become a Master - he never succeeded.

He had experienced too much failure and mockery in his life.

There were too many memories, so he needed to go through them slowly. The courage left behind by him gradually became alive.

His youth, faith, dream, pride, and persistence were totally mixed in all sorts of courage.

The courage to persist in his decision, the courage to give up in order to survive, and the courage to start again from scratch.

Also, the courage when he was in his teenage years, in his adulthood, and in his old age.

During his lifetime, he had always wondered about the future from his desk. He had the experience of practicing all year round, no matter the mind-numbing winter or the searing hot summer, and also the experience of standing high above the masses with the command of a combat division in his hand. He had been to the highest mountain and tried to touch the sky in drunkenness, traveled to the snowfields that harbored frozen rivers, and experienced the vast deserts where smoke rose directly into the sky. He had seen bandits running and begging for forgiveness while he sat on top of a city wall and had also vanquished heroes by simply letting them know his name.

The first half of his life was mocked by others. People thought he was a freak and laughed at his failures.

The latter half of his life was admired by others. People venerated his perseverance and revered him as a master.

He had experienced ups and downs as well as all kinds of emotions, but never had he felt regretful.

When he recalled his eventful life, the worries in Skyheart City, the ups and downs of the world, the destiny of humanity, and all the other distracting thoughts faded into the wind.

His heart was crystal clear.

In this manner, he made his final preparations for the battle. At this moment, Le Buleng was like an ascetic believer who was on a pilgrimage. In his mind, the final destination of his pilgrimage was the battle, which was also his whole life.

He had failed eight times, struggled eight times, and attained enlightenment eight times.

On the way to his final destination, he had been thinking and hesitating.

He was like a rusty sword that was dull, but had its sword ray. He climbed mountains like the old vines that clung to the cliffs that overlooked Jadeite City.

He had traveled throughout the world and challenged numerous heroes. He had pursued the Path of Master for his whole life.

He strode proudly ahead and sang confidently.

There was only one battle left for him to fight in his lifetime.

…..

In the bamboo forest of the Central Pine Valley, the patterns under Duanmu Huanghun were changing again.

This [Viridescent Flower] variation was number 1,200.

The Pinwheel Sword had been inserted obliquely into a ridge on the Blackfish Mouth Volcano. The colorful pinwheel on the end of the sword pointed to the sky and twirled against wind.

The pinwheel cast large pieces of shadow on the ground where people sat scattered and were taking a break to recover their elemental energy.

Shi Zhiguang looked sad. Cupping his chin with his hand, he stared at the ground silently with the ends of his eyebrows pointing downward.

His performance today had been awful because he couldn’t find a proper rhythm for their striking pace and had failed several times. Each strike of the Pinwheel Sword had to match an attack from the sword pagodas. In addition, the controller had to deviate the Pinwheel Sword’s direction if it had traveled 50 feet in one direction.

Due to the lightning speed of the Pinwheel Sword, Shi Zhiguang had to remain highly concentrated. A tiny distraction would lead him to failure.

Gu Xuan sat down beside him. He patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, ”You are already the best!”

He meant it.

Although Shi Zhiguang was tall and looked simple and honest like a savage fighter, he was the most gifted among the three sword operators and performed the best.

Shi Zhiguang didn’t respond because Gu Xuan’s words didn’t work at all. He had just discovered what his gift was and was more than eager to earn achievements.

Would he have to go back to what he was before?

After he experienced being respected and admired, his life became bright, so he could no longer bear the dull and poor life from before.

Gu Xuan didn’t know how to comfort Shi Zhiguang, but he thought that he had to say something after seeing his depression.

”Shi Zhiguang!”

In another corner, Ai Hui put down his elemental energy soup and shouted at him.

Shi Zhiguang was startled. He hesitated for a while and walked toward Ai Hui.

Gu Xuan was worried that Shi Zhiguang would be rebuked, so he followed him immediately.

”Sit down,” Ai Hui said indifferently.