Chapter 62 (1/2)
At age four he had his First Vision, by age six he could enter Sensation, by eleven he was further at Doubtless, by sixteen he had entered Mysterious Cavern, and within ten years he rose from the bottom of the Mysterious Cavern level to the pinnacle of the Mysterious Cavern level, and with consecutive victories, he defeated everyone underneath the Fateseeker level as an unrivaled number one. No matter how it was looked at, the Tang Dynasty spokesperson declared that w.a.n.g JingLue was a cultivating genius.
But w.a.n.g JingLue was very clear, without having ever met those men and women when they unknowably and occasionally come out, his own reputation as a genius was insubstantial.
Thus he even more hoped that others would say he was a steady, seasoned cultivator, and didn’t want the common people to praise him as a young genius of cultivation. He wanted to have an especially contrasting bearing of a profoundly deep cultivator, so even if he was very young, and his body was also very healthy without any kind of illness, but he would always cough twice occasionally.
But sitting amidst the spring rain dejectedly, he truly coughed, because fear and frustration made him choke on the rainwater. With a pale face he looked at the gradually emerging silhouette of a tall and thin Daoist, and the trembling of his body became even more intense.
Walking out of the alley was a tall and thin old man wearing a dirty Daoist robe. On the robe was an unknowable amount of oil stains and dirt, and the look on his face with triangular eyes twinkled, seemingly with an exceptionally obscene vulgarity, without any appearance on the outside of a skilled person.
“I spent half the day drawing this Daoist rune, what do you think of it?”
The tall and thin Daoist parted the layers of the rain curtain, earnestly asking the collapsed w.a.n.g JingLue in the alley. At his feet, the fat middle-aged man from the Prince’s Mansion had already turned into a corpse, the clothing on his body and even the skin underneath the clothing, was just like layer after layer of paint cracking off for several years bit by bit, appearing exceedingly horrifying.
w.a.n.g JingLue smiled wretchedly, and to that tall and thin Daoist, crestfallen he said, “My Tang Dynasty only has ten and some great Daoist Rune experts. To be willing to wear Daoist robes naturally is one of the Clear Sky Way’s Four Rune Masters.”
“This rune that necessitated no less than this elderly Rune Master to draw for half a day with the street as the base, and with the rainwater as the ink, this rune in the street was naturally terrifying…….only that I don’t understand why Elder didn’t directly kill me.”
That Clear Sky South Gate’s Rune Master slightly frowned, waving his hand in the air he drew one word, driving away that annoying spring rain about his body. Shaking his head he said, “The monk from Yue Lun Kingdom, the swordsman from South Jin, the old man from the military, if these people died then they died, but you are not the same. I was ordered to not let you act, for the sake of protecting you.”
“w.a.n.g JingLue, you at a young age are already standing at the threshold of the Fateseeker realm, truly rare. I have heard the Academy pa.s.s out some information that the State Masters and the Emperor’s younger brother have commented on you before, believing that forty years from now you could reach the layer above the Five Boundaries…….for my Tang Dynasty to produce a young genius isn’t easy, so you must work as hard as possible to improve for forty years!”
w.a.n.g JingLue’s expression changed without stopping.
“You don’t need to return to the Prince’s Mansion, go to the front lines and serve for three years to atone.”
After saying this, the Rune Master turned and walked towards a hidden, dark alley, muttering, “Old Chao of Spring Wind Pavilion, he isn’t some kind of small dog or cat. If he is so good to kill, could it be that tens of years ago I couldn’t have killed him?” …… ……
The blue sleeves gently flapped, the thin blue steel flew humming through the falling rain, returning into Chao XiaoShu’s hand.
He turned his head and glanced at Ning Que standing behind him, confirming that besides a little blood on his mouth, the youth hadn’t suffered any kind of serious injury. Nodding his head he put the sword back in the sheath, left that carriage, and walked into the alley towards the street.
Walking to the intersection across from Spring Wind Pavilion, Chao XiaoShu stopped his steps, looking at the spot behind the rain curtain. Ning Que raised his arm to wipe the rain from his forehead, then his gaze looked over. After a very long silence, he asked, “You’re still waiting for someone?”
“Mmh.” Chao XiaoShu put his hand onto the sword hilt, and replied, “A person called w.a.n.g JingLue, but it seems that he won’t come.”
Ning Que frowned, pa.s.sing the blade from his right hand to his left hand, and asked, “Why?”