MD 681 to 690

 Miracle Doctor Chapter 681

After arriving in Dali, Ye Qiu and his two companions took a bus to Wuliang Mountain.

Tianlong Temple is situated within Wuliang Mountain.

An hour later.

The bus reached Wuliang Mountain, and as Ye Qiu and his companions disembarked, they heard a bell ring out.

“Dong—”

The bell’s sound was melodious, instantly calming the mind.

Ye Qiu looked up and saw a staircase of bluestone steps winding upwards, stretching all the way to the mountain’s peak.

The three began ascending the steps.

Each bluestone step was three feet long and one foot wide, weathered by years of wind and rain, leaving them mottled and uneven, uncomfortable underfoot.

After climbing a thousand steps, the staircase showed no sign of ending.

Not a single pilgrim was seen along the way.

Qian Duoduo grumbled, “Cousin, there are so many temples in Suzhou and Hangzhou you could’ve visited, but you had to come to Tianlong Temple. Aren’t you just torturing us? I’m exhausted.”

“Did I ask you to come?” Ye Qiu replied. “If you don’t want to climb, you can wait at the foot of the mountain.”

Qian Duoduo chuckled, “I’m already here. If I don’t go up and pay respects to the Buddha, he’ll surely blame me.”

Ye Qiu said irritably, “You’re overthinking it. The Buddha would rather you didn’t bother.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because the Buddha doesn’t like bootlickers.”

“Sister-in-law, listen to how harsh my cousin is!”

Qian Duoduo had hoped Lin Jingzhi would back him up, but to his surprise, Lin Jingzhi smiled and said, “Ye Qiu’s just telling the truth. How is that harsh?”

Qian Duoduo: “…”

On either side of the bluestone steps, green peaks loomed faintly, streams cascaded, emerald birds chirped, and the scent of grass and trees filled the air.

It was refreshing and uplifting.

The staircase had three thousand steps in total.

At the top, a temple appeared before the trio.

“This is Tianlong Temple?” Qian Duoduo asked, dumbfounded. “Cousin, are you sure you didn’t get it wrong?”

“It… should be, right?”

Even Ye Qiu sounded uncertain.

The temple was small, its gate dilapidated, overgrown with weeds, nestled among the mountains as if cut off from the world.

Qian Duoduo was deeply disappointed. “Master Jin Yong wrote in *The Eightfold Path of Tianlong* that Tianlong Temple is the royal temple of the Dali Kingdom, grand and solemn, known as the ‘City of Buddha.’ How is this just a lonely, rundown temple?”

Ye Qiu explained, “Jin Yong never visited Dali before writing *The Eightfold Path of Tianlong*.”

“What?” Qian Duoduo was shocked. “So the Tianlong Temple in *The Eightfold Path of Tianlong* is fictional?”

Ye Qiu nodded.

“Damn, I always thought Tianlong Temple was real, full of martial arts masters. Turns out I was fooled. Bloody hell!” Qian Duoduo cursed.

Ye Qiu said seriously, “Although the Tianlong Temple in *The Eightfold Path of Tianlong* is fictional, the Tianlong Temple we’ve come to today does indeed have martial arts masters.”

“Cousin, you’re saying there are masters here?”

Pointing at the dilapidated temple, Qian Duoduo laughed, “This temple’s smaller than my family’s villa, and you’re saying there are martial arts masters inside? How’s that possible? Sister-in-law, do you believe him?”

“I… believe Ye Qiu,” Lin Jingzhi said, though she hesitated.

Clearly, to her, such a run-down temple seemed unlikely to house martial arts masters, let alone residents.

“Cousin, we’ve seen Tianlong Temple. Can we go now? If we stay any longer, the mosquitoes will carry me off.”

Qian Duoduo didn’t want to linger a moment more and turned to leave.

At that moment, a hearty laugh came from inside the temple gate: “Amitabha! When friends come from afar, is it not a joy?”

Hearing this voice, a smile finally appeared on Ye Qiu’s face.

Qian Duoduo turned to see an old monk emerging from the dilapidated gate.

The monk, in his sixties, wore a red kasaya, with a round face, broad ears, and a dignified, serene appearance.

His attire stood in stark contrast to the temple’s decrepit state.

“Eh, there’s really a monk here?” Qian Duoduo exclaimed, looking at the old monk. “Old monk, tell me, is this Tianlong Temple?”

“Duoduo, don’t be rude to the master.”

Ye Qiu scolded him, then bowed slightly to the monk, saying, “Master Du’e, it’s been a while!”

Indeed, this old monk was none other than Master Du’e, the abbot of Tianlong Temple, whom Ye Qiu had met in the capital—a martial arts expert ranked fourth on the Dragon List!

Master Du’e approached Ye Qiu, smiling, “Benefactor Ye, ever since we parted in the capital, this old monk has been waiting for you here. At last, you’ve come.”

“My apologies, I’ve been tied up with mundane affairs and only just found time to visit you,” Ye Qiu said apologetically.

Master Du’e laughed, “I understand, I understand.”

“Oh, let me introduce you. This is my girlfriend, Lin Jingzhi.”

“And this is my cousin, Qian Duoduo.”

Ye Qiu introduced Lin Jingzhi and Qian Duoduo to Master Du’e.

“Greetings to both benefactors,” Master Du’e said with a smile.

“Greetings, Master. I hope we’re not intruding,” Lin Jingzhi said politely.

She could tell this old monk was no ordinary figure.

“Benefactor Lin is too kind,” Master Du’e replied with a smile.

Qian Duoduo grinned, “Hello, Master. If you ever have time, come visit me in Suzhou or Hangzhou.”

“Duoduo, mind your manners,” Ye Qiu reprimanded, then said to Master Du’e, “My cousin is always like this. Please forgive him, Master.”

“Hahaha, Benefactor Qian’s sincerity and frank nature delight this poor monk.”

Ye Qiu thought this was mere politeness, but to his surprise, Master Du’e removed a string of bodhi seed prayer beads from his left wrist and handed them to Qian Duoduo.

“Benefactor Qian, a small gift for our first meeting. It’s but a token—please accept it,” Master Du’e said with a smile.

“Thank you, Master,” Qian Duoduo accepted without hesitation.

Ye Qiu immediately recognised the beads’ immense value and said, “Duoduo, return the beads to the Master at once.”

Qian Duoduo was reluctant. “Cousin, you know the saying: a gift given is like water poured out—it can’t be taken back.”

“Hahaha, Benefactor Qian speaks plainly and rightly. How could this old monk take back what’s been given?” Master Du’e looked at Qian Duoduo, smiling broadly, and asked, “Benefactor Qian, this old monk has a question for you. Please answer truthfully.”

“What’s that, Master?” Qian Duoduo asked curiously.

Master Du’e asked, “Do you know of the Buddha?”

Qian Duoduo nodded. “Of course I do.”

“Then what do you think the Buddha is?” Master Du’e asked, gazing at Qian Duoduo with a gentle smile.

Ye Qiu was surprised, sensing that Master Du’e was posing a Zen riddle.

“Master, you’re asking the wrong person. Duoduo doesn’t understand the Buddha…”

Before Ye Qiu could finish, Qian Duoduo answered, “The Buddha is me, and I am the Buddha.”

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Ye Qiu glanced at Qian Duoduo in surprise, hardly expecting such a profound remark from this bootlicker.

“Hahaha…”

Master Du’e burst into hearty laughter.

“Master, how’s my answer?” Qian Duoduo asked.

Master Du’e smiled, “Amitabha, your answer is excellent, benefactor. It seems you have a deep affinity with the Buddha!”

“Exactly! If I didn’t have such affinity, how would I have met you, Master?” Qian Duoduo chuckled.

Ye Qiu gave Master Du’e a long look, sensing something peculiar about the old monk’s behaviour.

Could it be that Master Du’e had taken a liking to this bootlicker?

Was he planning to guide Qian Duoduo into the Buddhist path?

Ye Qiu quickly cautioned, “Master, my cousin is the only male heir of the third generation of the Qian family in Suzhou and Hangzhou. Please don’t set your sights on him.”

“Amitabha, Benefactor Ye, you overthink,” Master Du’e said, glancing at Qian Duoduo. “What is meant to be will come in time; what is not meant to be cannot be forced.”

“What does that mean?” Qian Duoduo pressed.

Master Du’e smiled faintly, said no more, and gestured invitingly, “Please, benefactors, come inside.”

With that, the group followed Master Du’e through the dilapidated temple gate.

Inside, a century-old bodhi tree stood in the courtyard, its branches lush and vibrant with life.

A bronze bell hung from its sturdy trunk.

“Master, forgive my bluntness, but why is Tianlong Temple in such disrepair?” Qian Duoduo asked directly.

Master Du’e smiled, “Because what you see is not the true Tianlong Temple.”

“Oh? Then where’s the real one?”

“The true Tianlong Temple was destroyed centuries ago.”

Ye Qiu: “…”

Lin Jingzhi: “…”

Qian Duoduo: “…”

Master Du’e continued, “This temple was built through the alms collected by my master and me.”

Ye Qiu grew even more puzzled. Given the renown of Master Du’e and Master Kongjian, if they wished to rebuild Tianlong Temple, a single word would have rallied countless supporters.

At the very least, raising a few hundred million to construct a temple would be no issue.

Moreover, the government would likely contribute funds as well.

Why, then, had they built only this rundown temple?

Sensing their confusion, Master Du’e explained, “A Buddhist sanctuary should remain pure. If it were adorned in opulence and swarmed with pilgrims, it would resemble a marketplace, defying the original purpose of building a temple.”

“Furthermore, constructing a grand temple requires extensive labour and resources, which burdens both people and wealth.”

“Thus, as long as the Buddha resides in one’s heart, the size or state of the temple—whether grand or humble, thriving or declining—does not hinder cultivation.”

Ye Qiu was deeply moved.

This was the mark of a true eminent monk!

One who pursued spiritual practice, not fame or fortune.

Unlike some modern temples, scheming to make money—some running martial arts schools, others promoting tourism, and a few even operating like corporations.

If not for the Buddha statues and bald monks within, such temples would be indistinguishable from businesses.

In the inner courtyard, there were a few meditation rooms.

At the entrance of one room hung a couplet:

“Tianlong endures forever, untainted by a speck of dust; perfect enlightenment brings freedom, all realms are empty.”

To the astonishment of Ye Qiu and his companions, the temple housed no statues of the Buddha or other bodhisattvas.

Ye Qiu immediately asked, “Master, why is there not a single bodhisattva enshrined here?”

Master Du’e pressed his palms together, saying, “Amitabha, the Buddha resides forever in this old monk’s heart. As for whether statues are enshrined, I trust the Buddha would not take offence.”

This was the realm of a true master!

Ye Qiu marvelled silently, then said, “Master, I wish to pay my respects to Master Kongjian. Could you please arrange it?”

“My master is not here,” Master Du’e replied.

Ye Qiu was taken aback. “Then where is the divine monk?”

“My master is at the back mountain!”

Master Du’e explained, “My master was cultivating here until yesterday morning, when magpies chirped incessantly outside his window. He deduced that Benefactor Ye would likely visit soon, so he went to the back mountain to await you.”

Master Du’e added, “Meet my master, and you shall see the sword manual!”

Ye Qiu spoke frankly, “Master, I’ll be honest—my time is tight. After Dali, I must head to Jinling to compete in medicine with the Great Han Medical Sage. So, I’d like to ask you to take me to Master Kongjian as soon as possible.”

“Rest assured, Benefactor Ye. Before my master left for the back mountain, he instructed that when you arrived, I should bring you to him.”

Turning to Lin Jingzhi and Qian Duoduo, Master Du’e said, “Benefactors, I will take Benefactor Ye to the back mountain. Please wait here.”

“Why can’t we come along?” Qian Duoduo asked, puzzled.

Lin Jingzhi smiled and said, “The divine monk’s name is renowned across the land. I, too, wish to pay my respects.”

Master Du’e replied, “It’s not that this old monk is unwilling to bring you both to meet my master, but to see him, one must pass several trials. These trials are quite challenging, so I ask that you both wait here.”

Ye Qiu had anticipated this.

The Six Meridians Divine Sword was Tianlong Temple’s supreme martial art, a treasure of the temple. For an outsider to obtain it would naturally be no simple feat.

As expected, Master Kongjian had set trials.

What those trials entailed, however, remained unknown.

“If that’s the case, Cousin, you go meet the divine monk. Sister-in-law and I will wait here,” Qian Duoduo said.

Lin Jingzhi, concerned for Ye Qiu’s safety, whispered, “Do your best, and stay cautious.”

Ye Qiu smiled, “Don’t worry. The divine monk and Master are both enlightened beings with compassionate hearts. They won’t make things difficult for me.”

“Then I’ll trouble you both to wait here. There’s tea and wild fruits in the room—please help yourselves. Benefactor Ye, follow me.”

With that, Master Du’e exited through a side gate in the courtyard wall.

Ye Qiu followed closely behind.

Master Du’e led Ye Qiu down the mountain to its base, then along a path for a while, until they stopped before a peak.

The peak was low, only a few dozen metres high, barren and devoid of vegetation.

Master Du’e pointed at it, saying, “Benefactor Ye, the gate to the back mountain lies within this peak. Find the gate and open it, and you will have passed my master’s first trial.”

“That simple?” Ye Qiu asked, surprised.

Master Du’e said, “Do not underestimate it, Benefactor Ye. Back then, it took this old monk three years to find the gate and another ten years to open it.”

“Is that so?”

Ye Qiu activated his Heavenly Eye, his gaze piercing through the peak. He stepped forward a few paces and struck the cliff with a powerful fist.

“Boom!”

The rock shattered, revealing a cave entrance.

Master Du’e’s face was filled with shock.

He found it that quickly?

Was he even human?

Recalling how he had taken thirteen years to open the gate, Master Du’e’s face flushed with embarrassment.

At that moment, Ye Qiu’s phone vibrated in his pocket.

He pulled it out and saw a message from the War God.

It contained just four words:

“Dragon Six has left the capital!”

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Ye Qiu finished reading the message when his phone immediately rang.

It was Diaochan calling.

He pressed the answer button, and Diaochan’s gentle voice came through: “I just got word that Dragon Six from the Forbidden City has left the capital.”

“Do we know his purpose?” Ye Qiu asked.

Diaochan replied, “Dragon Six bought a plane ticket to Dali.”

Ye Qiu’s eyes narrowed.

As expected, Dragon Six couldn’t sit still, leaving the capital to come to Dali to kill him.

“Alright, I understand,” Ye Qiu said, about to hang up when Diaochan’s voice came again.

“I’ve shared such important news with you—don’t you think you should thank me?”

Her tone carried a playful hint of coquetry.

“What kind of thanks do you want?” Ye Qiu asked with a smile.

“How about treating me to dinner next time you’re in the capital?” Diaochan suggested.

“I already owe you several meals. How about I send you a virtual kiss to show my gratitude instead?” Ye Qiu teased, making a “mwah” sound into the phone.

Suddenly, there was silence on the other end.

Had Diaochan gotten upset?

Ye Qiu hurriedly said, “Diaochan, I was just joking. Don’t be mad. Next time I’m in the capital, I’ll treat you to dinner.”

Diaochan replied, “I don’t care if you were joking—I’m taking it seriously.”

Ye Qiu was stunned. What did she mean?

I make a joke, and you’re trying to pin me down?

No way, I’m not that kind of guy!

“The Nine Thousand Years said that even before Dragon Six went into seclusion, his skills were extraordinary. Now that he’s emerged, his abilities must have reached a terrifying level. You need to be extra careful.”

Diaochan’s voice was filled with deep concern.

“Don’t worry about me. When he gets here, I’ll take him down,” Ye Qiu said, a surge of intense killing intent radiating from him.

This burst of intent snapped Master Du’e out of his shock.

“Benefactor Ye, what’s wrong?” Master Du’e asked urgently.

“Nothing,” Ye Qiu replied curtly, then said to Diaochan, “I have something to attend to, so I’ll stop here. Goodbye.”

Diaochan urged again, “Be extremely careful and stay safe!”

He hung up the phone.

Noticing Master Du’e’s puzzled gaze, Ye Qiu explained, “I just got news that Dragon Six from the Forbidden City has left seclusion and is heading straight for Dali.”

Master Du’e’s expression shifted slightly. “It seems Dragon Six is coming for revenge. Benefactor Ye, you’re in trouble.”

Ye Qiu said, “It’s not just me in trouble—Master, you might be as well.”

Master Du’e fell silent.

Back in the capital, he had offended the Forbidden City for Ye Qiu’s sake. If Dragon Six was seeking vengeance, he might get caught in the crossfire.

Years ago, Master Kongjian and Dragon One from the Forbidden City had agreed that the Forbidden City and Tianlong Temple would not interfere with each other. But now, with Dragon Six emerging from seclusion, who knew how terrifying his skills had become?

“Dragon Six’s intentions are hostile. I must inform my master before deciding our next steps.”

“Benefactor Ye, come with me to see my master!”

With that, Master Du’e entered the cave.

Ye Qiu followed closely behind.

The first trial—finding and opening the mountain gate—tested eyesight and strength.

Master Kongjian had carved a cave into the cliff, sealed with a stone nearly a metre thick, making the peak appear seamless and flawless.

Without his Heavenly Eye, Ye Qiu would have struggled to find it quickly and might have spent years searching, like Master Du’e.

Even if the gate was found, an ordinary person would struggle to open it.

Ye Qiu’s earlier punch, using only half his strength, had shattered the gate.

This explained why it took Master Du’e ten years to open it after finding it—his strength back then was insufficient, meaning his cultivation was lacking.

The first trial seemed simple but held deeper meaning.

“The Six Meridians Divine Sword relies on qi to wield the sword, requiring immense internal energy as its foundation. Master Kongjian likely set this trial to test cultivation.”

“Those with insufficient cultivation are unworthy of viewing the sword manual.”

The cave wasn’t deep, only about a hundred metres.

Emerging from it with Master Du’e, Ye Qiu faced another peak.

This one was less than a thousand metres high, shaped like a blade.

Ye Qiu gasped at the sight.

The peak was studded with countless stone blades, at least tens of thousands, densely packed.

Master Du’e introduced it: “This mountain is called Blade Mountain.”

“My master spent six years personally crafting thirty-six thousand stone blades and placing them here.”

“Benefactor Ye, you must climb this mountain without external aid to pass the second trial.”

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but inwardly scoff.

Spending six years grinding these stones—what a waste of time!

Master Du’e added, “I, too, have climbed Blade Mountain.”

“How long did it take you, Master?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Twenty years!” Master Du’e said, a trace of pride in his expression.

As if climbing Blade Mountain in twenty years was a great honour.

Ye Qiu’s mouth twitched. Twenty years to climb Blade Mountain, Master Du’e, you’re quite idle yourself!

“Will you climb with me, Master?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Of course,” Master Du’e nodded with a smile. “This old monk is familiar with Blade Mountain. Accompanying you ensures I can assist if anything goes wrong.”

“Thank you, Master.”

Ye Qiu expressed his gratitude and prepared to climb when Master Du’e moved first.

With a light leap, Master Du’e landed on a stone blade, then stepped forward steadily.

Ye Qiu noticed that Master Du’e’s body was taut, his kasaya billowing, clearly channeling internal energy.

Suddenly, Ye Qiu recalled a Buddhist technique.

“Master, are you using the Indestructible Vajra Technique?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Indeed,” Master Du’e confirmed. “Every Buddhist disciple practices this technique, but throughout history, only the strongest have mastered its deepest levels.”

“It took this old monk only twenty years to perfect this technique.”

“That’s why I was able to climb Blade Mountain.”

Standing atop a stone blade, Master Du’e looked down at Ye Qiu and said, “Benefactor Ye, if you’re willing to join Tianlong Temple, this old monk can teach you this technique.”

Ye Qiu gave a wry smile. “Master, please don’t make it hard for me. As you’ve seen, I’m accompanied by a loved one and entangled in worldly affairs. Even if I entered the Buddhist path, I couldn’t achieve purity of mind.”

Master Du’e chuckled, “Then you must be careful, Benefactor Ye. Though these blades are made of stone, they’re exceptionally sharp. A single misstep could injure you.”

“Really? Let me try.”

With that, Ye Qiu leapt, landing on a stone blade.

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Huh?

Master Du’e was somewhat surprised.

When he first stepped onto the stone blades years ago, his shoe soles were sliced open, and even his foot was cut, leaving a bloody gash.

Fortunately, Master Kongjian was by his side then, pulling him off the blades, or he might have been seriously injured.

But to his amazement, Ye Qiu’s first step onto the stone blade was so steady.

Rip—

At that moment, a tearing sound came from Ye Qiu’s shoe sole.

The stone blade had cut through it.

Master Du’e smiled and said, “Benefactor Ye, this is only the first step. There are at least a thousand more to reach the summit. Can you manage?”

“If you’re not confident, this old monk can lend you a hand.”

“All you need to do is join our Tianlong Temple.”

Ye Qiu hesitated, then said, “Master, I’d like to try.”

Master Du’e advised, “Benefactor Ye, don’t push yourself too hard. Do your best, and if it’s too much, this old monk can truly help you.”

“I still want to try on my own.”

“Since Benefactor Ye insists, I won’t press further.”

As he spoke, Master Du’e shifted sideways, effortlessly positioning himself behind Ye Qiu.

He was concerned Ye Qiu might get hurt.

These stone blades were razor-sharp. A cut to the foot would make it nearly impossible to stand, and a fall could be disastrous.

With stone blades covering the mountain, the consequences of falling would be severe.

Master Du’e’s intent was to be ready to rescue Ye Qiu if he fell.

“Master, may I begin climbing?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Of course,” Master Du’e reminded again. “Benefactor Ye, you must be cautious. Do your best and don’t overexert yourself.”

“Understood.”

With that, Ye Qiu took a step, treading on the stone blades toward the summit.

Soon, he had covered over ten metres.

Master Du’e remained in place, marvelling inwardly: “Benefactor Ye is so young, yet he’s gone this far—far surpassing this old monk in my day.”

After advancing ten metres, Ye Qiu glanced back, puzzled to see Master Du’e still standing there. “Master, didn’t you say you’d climb with me? Why aren’t you moving?”

“Go ahead, Benefactor Ye. This old monk is familiar with the path and will catch up shortly.”

“Alright then.”

Ye Qiu continued up the mountain. At first, his pace was slow, cautious.

Then, he began strolling leisurely, climbing while taking in the surrounding scenery.

Master Du’e started moving, intending to catch up, but Ye Qiu’s speed suddenly surged. Like a wisp of green smoke, he shot toward the summit.

This…

Master Du’e was stunned.

How could he know that after cultivating the Nine Revolutions Dragon Art, Ye Qiu’s body was as tough as bronze and iron—far sturdier than Master Du’e’s Indestructible Vajra Technique?

Though the stone blades were sharp, how could they possibly harm Ye Qiu?

Seeing Ye Qiu accelerate, Master Du’e chased with all his might but couldn’t keep up. By the time he reached the summit, panting, Ye Qiu had been resting there for some time.

“Master, you’ve made it?” Ye Qiu said with a smile.

“Benefactor Ye, you’ve put me to shame. I’m truly embarrassed,” Master Du’e said, wishing he could find a hole to hide in.

He had worried Ye Qiu wouldn’t make it and even tried to lure him into joining Tianlong Temple, only to find Ye Qiu was faster than him.

Master Du’e’s face burned with embarrassment.

“Master, have I passed this trial?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Of course,” Master Du’e said. “Benefactor Ye, you’re truly extraordinary. This old monk is in awe.”

“You’re too kind, Master,” Ye Qiu replied. “What’s the next trial?”

“Follow me, Benefactor Ye.”

Master Du’e led him to the edge of the summit, where a single iron chain hung from the cliff, its other end connected to a peak a hundred metres away.

That peak, about three thousand metres high, pierced the sky, wreathed in white clouds—an ethereal scene like a realm of immortals.

Ye Qiu instantly understood, asking, “Master, is it that crossing the chain to the opposite peak counts as passing this trial?”

“Not quite!” Master Du’e said. “The third trial is set on that peak.”

“Oh?”

Ye Qiu was surprised, having guessed wrongly.

“Benefactor Ye, follow me.”

This time, Master Du’e didn’t hold back. He stepped onto the chain and walked slowly toward the opposite peak.

Ye Qiu was about to follow when the chain suddenly swayed.

Anyone who’s crossed a chain bridge knows that when someone walks ahead, the bridge sways. If their steps are heavy, the swaying intensifies.

Ye Qiu faced such a situation now.

Master Du’e, slightly stout, swung his arms as he walked, and with the mountain winds howling, the chain trembled violently.

Below the chain lay a hundred-zhang abyss.

Most people would faint from fear just looking at it, let alone crossing.

Ye Qiu smiled faintly and stepped lightly onto the chain.

His steps were composed.

His expression calm.

After walking for a while, Master Du’e heard no footsteps behind him and assumed Ye Qiu hadn’t followed. Turning back, he was startled to see Ye Qiu just half a metre away.

Ye Qiu’s steps were so light, and with the wind roaring, they were nearly silent.

Master Du’e was inwardly surprised and suddenly quickened his pace, moving as if gliding through the air, reaching the opposite peak in the blink of an eye.

When he turned around, Ye Qiu was standing before him.

Such speed!

Master Du’e was shocked, saying, “Since we parted in the capital, only a few days have passed, yet Benefactor Ye’s cultivation has advanced so rapidly. This old monk is truly impressed.”

Ye Qiu smiled, “Master, your cultivation is profound. I still have much to learn from you.”

“Benefactor Ye, you’re too modest.”

“Master, what is the trial…?”

“Follow me, Benefactor Ye.”

Master Du’e led Ye Qiu along a narrow, winding path up the peak.

Moments later.

Master Du’e brought Ye Qiu to a peculiar place.

It was peculiar because the peak was riddled with stone caves—hundreds of them, at least.

Above each cave, the character “Buddha” was carved.

The marks of human chiselling were evident.

“Master, these caves—were they crafted by Master Kongjian as well?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Not just my master, but me as well,” Master Du’e said. “Together, we spent three years carving seven hundred twenty Buddha caves here.”

“Only one leads to my master.”

“The rest descend to the mountain’s base.”

Ye Qiu immediately asked, “So, this trial is to find the cave that leads to the divine monk?”

Master Du’e clarified, “Not only must you find the cave, but you must enter the correct one to meet my master.”

“Understood.”

Ye Qiu gave a faint smile and activated his Heavenly Eye.

Instantly, the smile on his face froze.

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Ye Qiu suddenly realised that each of these Buddha caves was so deep that, with his current cultivation, his Heavenly Eye couldn’t see far enough to penetrate them.

Moreover, from the outside, the caves looked nearly identical, with no discernible differences.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but inwardly grumble about Master Kongjian and Master Du’e.

“This master and disciple duo must be bored out of their minds.”

“Carving so many Buddha caves here—what a waste of time compared to, say, laying bricks.”

“At least bricklaying earns some wages and contributes to the country. That’s better than frittering away time here!”

Ye Qiu sighed to himself.

It seemed the only option was the most tedious method.

Try each one!

With seven hundred twenty Buddha caves, he’d need to attempt all seven hundred twenty to find the one leading to Master Kongjian.

The downside was that it would take an enormous amount of time.

But for now, Ye Qiu could think of no other way.

Just as he was about to start, Master Du’e spoke: “Benefactor Ye, my master set a rule: each person gets only one chance.”

“If you fail to find the correct cave on your first try, you won’t meet my master.”

“And the sword manual will remain beyond your reach.”

“So, Benefactor Ye, you must think carefully and proceed with utmost caution.”

Damn it!

Ye Qiu felt like cursing.

So many caves, and only one chance? Wasn’t this deliberately setting him up to fail?

“Master, would you say we’re friends?” Ye Qiu suddenly asked.

“Of course,” Master Du’e nodded.

Ye Qiu said, “Then why don’t you just tell me which cave leads to Master Kongjian?”

In your dreams!

Master Du’e replied, “My master set these trials for a reason. This old monk cannot interfere.”

“Master, rest assured, I’d never tell the divine monk that you pointed me to the right path.”

“Benefactor Ye, I truly cannot interfere.”

“What, Master, don’t you trust me? You just said we’re friends. Is there not even a shred of trust between friends?”

Master Du’e gave a wry smile. “Benefactor Ye, please don’t make this difficult for me.”

Plastic friendship, hmph~

Ye Qiu pursed his lips, thinking to himself that if only Master Longbrow were here.

That old man might be unreliable at fortune-telling, but he’d at least offer some hints—better than being completely in the dark.

What to do?

Ye Qiu pondered for a long while.

Master Du’e spoke again: “Benefactor Ye, if you’re truly out of ideas, this old monk can offer a hint.”

“Oh?” Ye Qiu’s eyes lit up.

Master Du’e said, “If Benefactor Ye joins Tianlong Temple, I’ll tell you right now which cave leads to my master.”

Here we go again.

Will it ever end?

Ye Qiu was a bit annoyed, even suspecting that Master Kongjian and Master Du’e had set these trials just to lure him into becoming a monk.

“Master, it’s not impossible for me to join Tianlong Temple, but…”

“But what?”

“Shaving my head is easy, but purifying my heart is hard. Even if I joined Tianlong Temple, I wouldn’t cut ties with the secular world. Since Tianlong Temple is short on talent, I could make an effort—marry a few wives and produce some little monks for the temple.”

Master Du’e was startled. If Ye Qiu went through with that, Tianlong Temple’s reputation would be utterly ruined.

“Benefactor Ye, don’t jest. Monks cannot take wives.”

Ye Qiu frowned, a plan forming. He said, “Actually, I’m willing to join Tianlong Temple.”

“Really?” A glimmer of joy appeared on Master Du’e’s face.

Ye Qiu nodded solemnly. “Really.”

“Excellent, excellent,” Master Du’e said. “My master said that if Benefactor Ye wishes to join Tianlong Temple, you must make a vow here.”

“What vow?”

“That you’ll never marry or have children.”

Ye Qiu was furious.

You old bald donkey, trying to ruin me!

Ye Qiu had only said he’d join Tianlong Temple to get his hands on the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual, planning to leave the monastic life later. But it seemed Master Kongjian had anticipated his scheme, demanding such a vow.

“What a cunning old fox, trying to crush my hopes of marriage and children. In your dreams!”

“As for the sword manual, I don’t need it!”

“With the Nine Revolutions Dragon Art and my inherited techniques, I can still become a supreme master without the sword manual!”

With that thought, Ye Qiu burst into laughter.

“Benefactor Ye, why are you laughing?” Master Du’e asked, puzzled.

Ye Qiu smiled and said, “Master, I think what you said to Qian Duoduo earlier was spot on: what is meant to be will come in time; what is not meant to be cannot be forced.”

“I came to Tianlong Temple for the Six Meridians Divine Sword manual.”

“I know the manual is a precious treasure of your temple, and I understand why Master Kongjian set such rigorous trials. But if I’m not fated to obtain it, then it means the sword manual isn’t meant for me.”

“So, I’ve let it go.”

Master Du’e asked, “Does Benefactor Ye intend to turn back?”

Ye Qiu replied, “Since I’ve come this far, I’ll test my fate. If I succeed, it’s my fortune; if not, it’s my destiny.”

“Which cave do you plan to enter, Benefactor Ye?” Master Du’e asked.

“I don’t know which cave I’ll choose. I’ll leave it to fate!”

With that, Ye Qiu picked up a dry twig from the ground and tossed it casually.

The twig pointed to the easternmost cave.

“I’ll take that one!” Ye Qiu said, striding into the easternmost cave.

That works?

Master Du’e was dumbfounded.

He and Master Kongjian had carved these seven hundred twenty caves, so he knew exactly which one led to his master.

What he hadn’t expected was that Ye Qiu, with a random toss of a twig, had picked the correct cave.

What a coincidence!

As a monk, he didn’t believe in coincidences.

Master Du’e pressed his palms together: “It seems this is heaven’s will. Amitabha!”

With that, he followed Ye Qiu into the cave.

The cave was pitch black, but Ye Qiu moved forward at a steady pace, as if walking in broad daylight.

This cave was nearly a kilometre deep.

Ye Qiu couldn’t help but inwardly curse Master Kongjian and Master Du’e again. This master-disciple pair must have had too much time on their hands to dig such a deep cave.

Five minutes later.

Ye Qiu emerged from the cave into a valley.

The valley was filled with wildflowers, towering pines and cypresses, and the gentle sound of a stream.

Looking up, Ye Qiu saw a seven-story stone pagoda standing on a cliff to one side of the valley.

The pagoda, built of stone, was ancient and weathered, as if it had endured a thousand years.

“Master, what is this place?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Congratulations, Benefactor Ye. You’ve found the correct cave. This old monk is truly impressed,” Master Du’e said.

Ye Qiu was quietly surprised, not expecting to have guessed right. He grinned, “What can I say? I’m handsome and lucky.”

Master Du’e: “…”

“Master, where is Master Kongjian?”

No sooner had Ye Qiu spoken than a voice sounded in his ear: “This poor monk is here!”

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“This monk is here!”

The four words echoed like a sacred chant, lingering in the air.

Ye Qiu scanned his surroundings, hearing the voice but seeing no one.

In the next moment, his gaze locked onto the Buddha Tower, his heart trembling.

Master Kong Jian was in the tower!

Consider this: Ye Qiu stood a hundred meters from the tower.

That meant Master Kong Jian, from within the tower a hundred meters away, had heard Ye Qiu’s conversation with Master Du E.

Ye Qiu marveled inwardly, Truly a legendary monk with peerless cultivation!

Master Du E pointed to the tower. “This is the Tower of Enlightenment.”

“Built in the Song Dynasty, it has stood for over eight hundred years.”

“The Tower of Enlightenment rises above the cliff. Many seniors of our Tianlong Temple have attained enlightenment here, ascending to the Western Paradise.”

“My master has been meditating here in recent years. Oh, and the manual for the Six Meridians Divine Sword is also inside.”

“Benefactor Ye, let me take you there!”

With that, Master Du E led Ye Qiu to the base of the cliff.

The Tower of Enlightenment was perched atop the cliff, two hundred meters above the ground, with no path leading up.

“Master, does everyone who visits the tower climb the cliff barehanded?” Ye Qiu asked.

“Benefactor Ye is perceptive—exactly so,” Du E replied.

“Enlightenment requires a certain level of cultivation.”

“Per Tianlong Temple’s rules, only the abbot, elders, and stewards were allowed in the tower. Guests from outside need the abbot’s permission to enter.”

“Benefactor Ye, in the last century, you are the third guest to enter the Tower of Enlightenment.”

Ye Qiu immediately asked, “Who were the first two?”

Master Du E said, “Both were extraordinary talents.”

“The first was the unrivaled master of his time, Ye Wushuang.”

“The second was the great lord of the Forbidden City, Long Yi!”

Ye Qiu was stunned again. His father and the Forbidden City’s boss had both been here?

He pressed, “What did Ye Wushuang and Long Yi come here for?”

“What else? To discuss the Dao with my master,” Du E said.

“Ye Wushuang debated with my master for three days and nights before leaving Tianlong Temple.”

“Who won?” Ye Qiu was eager for the outcome.

Du E shook his head. “Unclear.”

What?

Ye Qiu was puzzled. How could it be unclear?

Du E explained, “My master and Ye Wushuang didn’t fight. They sat face-to-face, discussing Zen for three days and nights. I couldn’t understand most of their words, so I don’t know who prevailed.”

“But as Ye Wushuang left, my master said to him, ‘A single conversation with you surpasses ten years of study.’”

“I suspect my master lost.”

Ye Qiu gained a new perspective on his father. He hadn’t known he was versed in Buddhist philosophy.

“And Long Yi from the Forbidden City?” Ye Qiu asked.

Du E snorted. “Long Yi claimed he came to discuss Zen, but he was a scheming villain who knew nothing of Buddhism. He even ambushed my master when he was unguarded.”

“Fortunately, my master’s skills were superior, and Long Yi couldn’t harm him.”

“But my master couldn’t detain Long Yi either.”

“It ended in a draw, I suppose.”

Du E’s tone grew heavy. “Long Yi’s skills were terrifying back then. After years in seclusion, when he emerges again, he may truly be unmatched…”

Suddenly, Master Kong Jian’s voice rang from the tower atop the cliff. “Du E, how can you neglect an honored guest?”

“Yes, Master, I stand corrected,” Du E replied, bowing respectfully toward the cliff. To Ye Qiu, he said, “Benefactor Ye, let me guide you up.”

“After you, Master,” Ye Qiu said.

No sooner had he spoken than Du E moved.

Taking a deep breath, Du E leaped into the air. His fingers curled like claws, gripping the rock face like iron hooks. Agile as a rabbit, he scaled over ten meters in one breath, face unflushed, breathing steady.

His cliff-climbing technique was clearly well-practiced.

After ascending a dozen meters, Du E glanced down to see Ye Qiu still at the cliff’s base, frowning.

“Benefactor Ye, what are you thinking?”

Ye Qiu pointed at the cliff, candidly admitting, “I’m wondering how to get up.”

“Haven’t you figured it out?” Du E chuckled. “What I just used was the Dragon Claw Hand, one of Buddhism’s seventy-two supreme techniques. Shall I teach it to you?”

“Is there a catch, Master?”

“Benefactor Ye is sharp. Just join our Tianlong Temple.”

This old bald donkey—why’s he so set on recruiting me?

Ye Qiu shook his head. “Master, you misunderstand. It’s not that I lack ways to climb—it’s that I have too many, and I haven’t decided which to use.”

Du E’s smile froze.

Why didn’t you say so earlier?

You’re just slapping my face on purpose!

You’ve done it multiple times today—does my face look that slappable?

“Fine, pick one!” Ye Qiu said.

Silently, he traced a talisman.

Then, stepping onto the rock face, he walked as if on flat ground, shooting upward like an arrow, his speed dizzying.

In a blink, he was nearly at the cliff’s summit.

Du E’s face stiffened further.

Could you slow down a bit?

You’re making me lose face—don’t you get it?

He scrambled to climb faster.

Reaching the cliff, Ye Qiu saw an emaciated old monk seated cross-legged on a cushion at the tower’s entrance.

The monk’s cheekbones jutted sharply, his face gaunt, skin dull. His eyes were sunken, wrinkles like rough bark, exuding a weathered air, as if he’d endured endless trials.

His eyes were closed, deep in meditation.

This is Master Kong Jian?

He looks like an ordinary old monk, his aura weak, like a candle flickering out, ready to leave this world any moment.

Ye Qiu dusted off his clothes, straightened them, and bowed deeply. “Junior Ye Qiu pays respects to the divine monk.”

Whoosh!

The instant the old monk opened his eyes, it was as if divine light shot forth, deep and abyssal.

In that moment, Ye Qiu felt transparent, as if all his secrets were laid bare before Kong Jian.

The monk stared for a full half-minute.

Finally, he spoke. “One leaf falls, and the world knows autumn. Benefactor Ye, greetings!”

“Greetings, Master!” Ye Qiu kept his posture humble.

“No need for formality,” Kong Jian said with a faint smile. “Meeting you feels like reuniting with an old friend.”

“Oddly, seeing you, I can’t help but think of someone from the past.”

“I’m sure my disciple Du E mentioned him.”

“His name was Ye Wushuang!”

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Ye Qiu’s heart jolted.

“What does Master Kong Jian mean by this?”

“Is he testing me?”

“Or has he already figured out who I am?”

After a moment’s hesitation, Ye Qiu said, “To be honest, Master, Ye Wushuang is my father.”

As he spoke, Master Du E appeared behind him, catching the words.

“What? Benefactor Ye, you’re Ye Wushuang’s son?” Du E’s face was full of shock.

Ye Qiu gave a wry smile. “Because of my father, I’ve never spoken of my background to others.”

“No wonder I felt an instant connection with you, Benefactor Ye. You’re the heir of Benefactor Ye Wushuang. Blessings, blessings,” Master Kong Jian said.

“Though I reside far off in Dali, I’ve heard some whispers of that upheaval in the capital over twenty years ago.”

“I wish to know, where is Benefactor Ye Wushuang now?”

Ye Qiu replied, “I don’t know where my father is. After that turmoil twenty years ago, his fate became unclear, and there’s been no word since.”

“I see…”

Master Kong Jian fell into thought. After a pause, he said slowly, “Though I’m a monk, I’ve studied the art of physiognomy.”

“When Benefactor Ye Wushuang came here, I read his face.”

“His features were extraordinary—sharp brow, phoenix eyes, a nose like a rhinoceros. A rare visage of great destiny, meant to soar like a dragon, unmatched in the world. He was no short-lived man.”

“I believe Benefactor Ye Wushuang is likely still alive.”

Ye Qiu hurriedly asked, “Master, are you certain?”

Kong Jian pressed his palms together. “Amitabha. Monks do not lie.”

Joy surged in Ye Qiu’s heart. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard someone say Ye Wushuang was alive.

Master Longbrow had said something similar.

Qian Jinglan firmly believed it too.

Now, hearing Kong Jian’s words, Ye Qiu couldn’t help but wonder: If his father was truly alive, where was he?

Why had there been no sign for over twenty years?

Kong Jian continued, “The affairs of the world are born of our generation; once in the martial realm, time presses on.”

“In the last century, countless talents have risen, many renowned and brilliant.”

“But only four and a half men have earned my admiration.”

“The first is Master Xuyun.”

“Master Xuyun sought teachers and truths, meditated to enlightenment, revived ancient temples, promoted farming and Zen, spread Buddhist teachings, and benefited all beings. He was revered by Buddhists and laypeople alike.”

“The second is the great founder of our nation.”

“The third is Duke Zhou.”

“Their deeds are known to all—no need to elaborate.”

“The fourth is your father, Ye Wushuang.”

“Benefactor Ye Wushuang was the most gifted martial artist I’ve ever seen, like an unsheathed sword with an invincible aura.”

“Of course, Benefactor Ye, your talent is no less than his father’s. The young are formidable.”

“As for the half…”

Kong Jian paused, then said, “This one, you know, Benefactor Ye. The current head of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Master Longbrow.”

Master Longbrow?

Ye Qiu’s expression turned odd.

That unreliable old man—how could he earn a legendary monk’s respect?

Kong Jian said, “Though Master Longbrow leads a sect, he’s lively and sincere. His mastery of divination is unmatched, far surpassing my physiognomy.”

Ye Qiu wanted to ask, *Master, are you serious?*

*Sincere?*

*You must’ve never been swindled by him!*

Then again, Kong Jian was a supreme master. Even a rogue like Longbrow wouldn’t dare mess with him.

Kong Jian added, “Beyond martial arts, Benefactor Ye Wushuang was versed in Buddhist teachings.”

“I felt inferior in his presence.”

“Had I known you were his heir, there’d have been no need for tests—you could’ve viewed the sword manual directly.”

What?

The three trials were for nothing?

Ye Qiu felt a bit glum.

Kong Jian explained, “The three trials each had a purpose.”

“The first, opening the temple gate, tested cultivation.”

“The second, climbing the blade mountain, tested character.”

“The third, finding the one true cave among seven hundred twenty, tested fortune.”

“Oh, Du E, how did Benefactor Ye pass the third trial?”

This…

Du E’s face showed unease.

Kong Jian said, “Speak freely.”

Du E recounted exactly how Ye Qiu found the cave.

Kong Jian burst into laughter. “Using just a withered branch to find the true cave—Benefactor Ye, your fortune is profound, blessed with great destiny.”

“This gives me more confidence in you.”

He continued, “By principle, monks shouldn’t cling to desires, but the Six Meridians Divine Sword is Tianlong Temple’s sacred treasure. For generations, no one has fully mastered it.”

“Years ago, I tasked Du E with finding martial prodigies to study the manual. I hoped, before passing, to witness the complete sword technique.”

“Sadly, that wish remains unfulfilled.”

“I hope you, Benefactor Ye, can grasp the Six Meridians Divine Sword and let this old monk see its might.”

Ye Qiu replied promptly, “Rest assured, Master. I’ll give it my all.”

“I’ve said much—any more, and you might grow weary. Please, enter the tower.”

Kong Jian gestured invitingly.

“Thank you, Master.”

Ye Qiu stepped into the Tower of Enlightenment.

The first floor held no Buddha statues. A table was lined with countless spirit tablets, bearing the Dharma names of Tianlong Temple’s past masters.

Candles glowed along the walls.

Ye Qiu approached the table, knelt, and bowed three times to the tablets before rising.

“Amitabha,” Kong Jian said. “The Six Meridians Divine Sword has six forms.”

“From the second floor up, each level records one sword technique.”

“The manuals are carved on the walls.”

“Du E and I won’t accompany you. I hope you grasp the techniques soon and fulfill my wish.”

Ye Qiu suddenly said, “Master, when I arrived at Tianlong Temple, I heard news. Long Liu from the Forbidden City has emerged and is heading to Dali for revenge against me. I…”

Before he could finish, Kong Jian cut in, “No need to worry, Benefactor Ye. I won’t let anyone disturb your study.”

Ye Qiu added, “I have two friends…”

“Rest easy, Benefactor Ye. I’ll ensure your friends are safe,” Du E said.

“Then I thank you both.”

Ye Qiu bowed and climbed the stairs.

Just as he reached the second floor, his phone buzzed.

Checking it, he saw a text from Diao Chan, four words long:

“Long Liu is dead!”

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Long Liu was killed?

Ye Qiu’s face was full of shock.

He immediately dialed Diao Chan’s number.

“What, miss me already?” Diao Chan’s gentle voice came through, teasing playfully.

Ye Qiu wasn’t in the mood for jokes. “What happened? Who killed Long Liu?”

“No idea who did it,” Diao Chan said. “Long Liu died in the suburbs, ten kilometers outside the capital. Looks like it happened on his way to the airport.”

Ye Qiu found it hard to believe. “With the Underworld Palace’s intelligence network, you still don’t know who killed him?”

Diao Chan replied, “The War God has ordered an investigation, but so far, nothing’s turned up.”

“Since Long Qi and Long Ba rushed to the scene, our people couldn’t get close.”

“But one thing’s clear: whoever killed Long Liu is an absolute top-tier expert.”

Ye Qiu furrowed his brow.

Which top-tier expert could it be?

Why kill Long Liu?

Another enemy of the Forbidden City?

Diao Chan chuckled. “Either way, Long Liu’s death is good news for you. At least you’re safe for now.”

“True, but I still want to know who did it. Diao Chan, if you find anything, let me know right away.”

“Got it.”

He hung up.

Cao Yuan’s call came in next, also about Long Liu’s death.

“Ninth Lord, who do you think could’ve killed Long Liu?” Ye Qiu asked.

“No clue,” Cao Yuan said. “I’ve been wondering who’d have the skill. Honestly, I’m stumped.”

“The War God’s probably digging into it. I’ll keep an eye out and let you know if I hear anything.”

“Regardless, Long Liu’s gone. The Forbidden City’s lost a major player—that’s good for you.”

“Yeah.” Ye Qiu nodded and put away his phone.

He stood still.

“Who killed Long Liu?”

“Worldwide, the number of people capable of taking him down can be counted on one hand.”

“Master Kong Jian might have the strength, but he’s here in the tower, so it’s not him.”

“Xiao Jiu? Never heard of him having a grudge with the Forbidden City. He wouldn’t kill Long Liu.”

“Third Uncle?”

Ye Qiu shook his head. Ye Wudi was abroad, guarding the top leader. No time to return to the capital for a kill, and his skills likely weren’t enough.

So who was it?

Ye Qiu pondered for a while but came up empty. Giving up, he focused and looked at the wall.

The wall was etched with the manual for the second form of the Six Meridians Divine Sword.

After studying it, Ye Qiu began practicing according to the manual.

…

Meanwhile, in the capital.

The Forbidden City.

The meeting hall was heavy with tension.

A thick aura of killing intent filled the air.

In the center lay a corpse—an old man, perhaps ninety, eyes bulging, blood trickling from his mouth.

Long Qi and Long Ba sat in armchairs on either side, their faces burning with anger.

Bang!

Long Ba slammed his hand on the armrest, roaring, “Damn it!”

“Sixth Brother just came out of seclusion, didn’t even leave the capital, and got killed out of nowhere. It’s a disgrace!”

“Seventh Brother, who do you think did it?”

Long Qi’s face was grim. “Before Sixth Brother’s seclusion, his skills already surpassed ours. After years in retreat, he’d reached the peak of mastery. Globally, those who could kill him are few.”

“I checked around. The old monk at Tianlong Temple hasn’t left Dali, and Xiao Jiu’s in the northern border. That leaves three suspects.”

“First, Ye Wudi.”

“But I examined Sixth Brother’s wounds. He was killed by bare fists, and the fight was quick—three to five minutes at most.”

“I know Ye Wudi’s skills. He couldn’t kill Sixth Brother, let alone in three to five minutes. Plus, he’s abroad with the top leader.”

“The second is the bodyguard by Old Man Ye’s side—Shadow!”

“Shadow’s skills are above Ye Wudi’s. I called to check—Shadow’s with Old Man Ye at Beidaihe for recuperation. They’re both there now.”

“So, Shadow’s out.”

Long Ba asked, “Who’s the third suspect, Seventh Brother?”

Long Qi’s expression grew heavier. “The third is the one who turned the capital upside down twenty years ago.”

Long Ba’s heart skipped a beat. “Seventh Brother, you mean Ye Wushuang?”

Long Qi nodded slightly.

“No way!”

Long Ba said, “Ye Wushuang can’t still be alive. With his personality, he’d have come for revenge long ago.”

“And though we’ve been in seclusion, we’ve had eyes out there.”

“If Ye Wushuang were alive, we’d have caught some trace of him by now.”

Long Qi said, “Whoever acted must have a grudge with our Forbidden City.”

“Someone with a grudge who could kill Sixth Brother so fast—Ye Wushuang’s the prime suspect.”

“But you’re right. If he were alive, he couldn’t have stayed hidden for twenty years.”

“So who killed Sixth Brother?”

Long Qi frowned deeply, unsettled by the mysterious expert’s sudden strike.

Long Ba suppressed his rage and, after a pause, said, “Seventh Brother, I suspect this has to do with Ye Qiu.”

“Oh? Why’s that?” Long Qi asked.

Long Ba explained, “Sixth Brother left the capital to kill Ye Qiu but got taken out before he could.”

“It’s obvious—the killer struck to stop Sixth Brother from getting to Ye Qiu.”

“This has to be tied to Ye Qiu.”

“By the way, Seventh Brother, ever since we saw that kid Ye Qiu at the Bai family, I’ve thought he resembles someone.”

“Who?”

“Ye Wushuang!”

Long Qi sat up straight, closing his eyes to recall Ye Qiu’s face.

“Old Eight, now that you mention it, Ye Qiu does look a bit like Ye Wushuang. They share the same surname. Could Ye Qiu be… Ye Wushuang’s son?”

Long Qi’s own guess startled him.

“Twenty years ago, Ye Wushuang did have a son. It was because of that son we got our chance, using Iron-Mouth Zhuge Qing to brand the kid a cursed lone star, sparking that upheaval in the capital…”

Before Long Ba could finish, a powerful aura surged from outside, pressing down like a tidal wave.

His words caught in his throat. Face pale with dread, he stared at the door.

As if facing a mortal enemy!

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Long Ba looked like he was facing a mortal enemy.

Long Qi tensed up in that instant, his expression grave. From the overwhelming aura, he knew a peerless master had arrived outside.

But as members of the Forbidden City, they couldn’t back down, no matter how strong the opponent. It was a matter of the Forbidden City’s pride.

“Who dares act arrogantly in our Forbidden City?”

Long Qi slammed the table, rising with a surge of his own formidable aura.

Long Ba stood too, fists clenched, eyes like daggers fixed on the door.

Soon, a figure appeared at the entrance of the meeting hall.

The man was five feet tall, round-faced, a bit stout, dressed in a dark robe. His white hair was full, and his white beard nearly reached his chest.

“Fifth Brother!”

Long Qi and Long Ba were stunned.

They hadn’t expected the sudden arrival of such a powerhouse to be Long Wu.

Long Wu flickered forward, reaching the center of the hall. His gaze fell on Long Liu’s body, his beard trembling slightly.

“Fifth Brother, weren’t you in seclusion? Why’d you come out early?” Long Ba asked.

Slap!

Long Wu suddenly struck, his palm connecting with Long Ba’s face.

Long Ba flew back over ten meters, crashing into the wall before slamming into the ground.

Blood spurted from his mouth.

“Fifth Brother, calm down—”

Before Long Qi could finish, another slap landed on his face. Like Long Ba, he was sent flying.

“Tell me, what happened here?”

“Old Sixth just came out of seclusion—how did he die?”

“And Old Ninth—how did he die?”

Long Wu roared, his fury uncontainable.

Long Qi climbed to his feet, wiping blood from his mouth. “Fifth Brother, here’s what happened…”

He recounted the deaths of Long Jiu and Long Liu in full detail.

After hearing it, Long Wu slapped both Long Qi and Long Ba again.

“You two useless fools couldn’t even protect your own brothers, letting Ye Wudi butcher Old Ninth. What have you been doing all these years in seclusion?” Long Wu said. “This has reached Big Brother.”

“What? Big Brother knows?”

Long Qi and Long Ba paled with fear.

“Why else would I break seclusion early?” Long Wu said. “Not long ago, Old Ninth’s life lamp went out. Today, Old Sixth’s did too.”

“This has enraged Big Brother.”

“He wanted to handle it himself, but he’s at a critical point in his breakthrough and can’t be distracted. That’s why he ordered me to come out early.”

Long Wu crouched, carefully examining the fatal wounds on Long Liu’s body.

“A close-range kill?”

“From the wounds, Old Sixth must have fought the killer.”

“But the fight was brief.”

A trace of concern flashed in Long Wu’s eyes. “Old Sixth made great strides during seclusion. Who could kill him so quickly?”

“Fifth Brother, Old Eighth and I were just discussing this. We think it’s tied to Ye Qiu,” Long Ba said.

“Who’s Ye Qiu?” Long Wu asked.

Long Qi explained Ye Qiu’s background.

Long Wu’s face grew serious. “You suspect Ye Wushuang isn’t dead? And this Ye Qiu kid is his son?”

“Exactly,” Long Ba said. “I even think the one who killed Sixth Brother might be Ye Wushuang.”

Long Qi added, “Besides Ye Wushuang, I can’t think of anyone else capable.”

“Where’s Ye Qiu now?” Long Wu asked.

“Dali, at Tianlong Temple,” Long Qi said. “He went to meet Master Kong Jian.”

Long Ba chimed in, “Sixth Brother left the capital to kill Ye Qiu in Dali, but he didn’t even make it out of the city before…”

“No matter what, Old Sixth died because of Ye Qiu. This is definitely connected to him. I’m heading to Dali to slaughter that kid.”

Long Wu reached out, gently closing Long Liu’s eyelids, then stood. “It’s been a while since I saw that old monk Kong Jian. If I can take him out too, all the better.”

“Big Brother, the killer’s still out there. Is it safe to leave the capital now?” Long Ba asked, concerned.

Long Qi said, “Fifth Brother, why don’t Old Eighth and I go with you?”

“No need,” Long Wu said. “Big Brother and the others haven’t emerged yet. The Forbidden City needs someone to hold the fort.”

“If we all leave and the killer who took Old Sixth storms in, disrupting Big Brother’s breakthrough, it’ll be trouble.”

“But I doubt the killer would dare wreak havoc here.”

“Old Seventh, Old Eighth, keep a sharp eye.”

“I’m leaving now.”

Long Wu strode toward the door.

At the threshold, he paused and turned back. “Where’s Ye Wudi?”

Long Qi replied, “The top leader’s on a foreign visit. Ye Wudi’s at his side.”

“Hmph. After I deal with Ye Qiu, I’ll take out Ye Wudi to avenge Old Ninth.”

Long Wu snorted coldly.

“Fifth Brother, how long until Big Brother and the others come out?” Long Ba asked.

“Three months at least, six at most.”

With that, Long Wu vanished from the doorway, heading straight for Dali’s Tianlong Temple.

…

Tianlong Temple.

Tower of Enlightenment, first floor.

Master Du E knelt before Master Kong Jian. “Master, you’re skilled in physiognomy. What of Benefactor Ye’s visage?”

“Destined for greatness,” Kong Jian said.

Du E pressed, “And his fate?”

“Unfathomable,” Kong Jian said. “Benefactor Ye’s aura of fortune is too dense—I cannot see through it.”

Du E was stunned.

Kong Jian added, “Du E, my time is near.”

What?

Du E’s nose stung, tears nearly falling. “Master, you can’t abandon your disciple!”

“You should rejoice for me. After a lifetime of practice, I’ll soon reach the Western Paradise. This is a blessing for Buddhism and for me.”

“But…”

“Du E, when I ascend, you must find a worthy disciple. Tianlong Temple’s legacy must not end.”

“Master, rest assured. I’ve found a suitable candidate.”

“Oh?” Kong Jian was surprised.

“He’s at the temple gate now,” Du E said. “Benefactor Ye’s cousin, the grandson of the great scholar Qian Siyuan.”

“Amitabha, blessings indeed!”

Kong Jian proclaimed a Buddhist chant. “Benefactor Ye has been on the second floor for hours. I wonder when he’ll grasp the second sword?”

“Master, don’t worry. Benefactor Ye’s martial talent is exceptional. It should take only a few days to master the second sword…”

Whoosh!

A sharp sword aura suddenly burst from the second floor of the Tower of Enlightenment.

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Master Du E’s words cut off abruptly.

His smile stiffened.

He felt a sting on his face.

Master Kong Jian was mildly surprised. “I didn’t expect Benefactor Ye to grasp the second sword so quickly. His martial talent is truly astonishing.”

“Benefactor Ye is…”

Du E wanted to say Ye Qiu was a freak, but as a Buddhist monk, “freak” felt crude. He corrected himself.

“Benefactor Ye is truly prodigious.”

“Indeed prodigious,” Kong Jian nodded. “It seems Benefactor Ye is destined for the Six Meridians Divine Sword. By the way, Du E, how many years have you trained in it?”

Master, why bring that up?

Benefactor Ye just slapped my face, and now you’re stabbing me?

Du E didn’t dare dodge the question, answering honestly, “Your disciple has practiced for over thirty years.”

“Thirty years to master one sword—decent talent.”

Kong Jian’s words left Du E flushed with shame, wishing he could crawl into a hole.

Master, Benefactor Ye learned the second sword in hours. I took thirty years for one, and you call my talent decent? Are you mocking me or crushing me?

Du E was inwardly glum.

Kong Jian said, “Du E, care to guess how long Benefactor Ye will need for the third sword?”

“Master, how long did it take you for the third?” Du E countered.

“Fifty years for me.”

“Even with Benefactor Ye’s prodigy, it’ll likely take three to five years.”

Whoosh—

At that moment, a sword’s hum echoed from the third floor of the Tower of Enlightenment.

What?

Du E thought he’d misheard. He rushed out, stood below, and looked up, jaw dropping.

Sword aura swirled within the tower.

Strands of invisible sword energy struck the air, emitting sharp sounds.

Clearly, Ye Qiu had mastered the third sword.

And it had been mere minutes since the second.

Good grief, was he even human?

Another slap to the face.

Du E was so frustrated he could spit blood, tempted to smash his head into tofu. Comparing oneself to others was maddening.

“Not only prodigious but a marvel among marvels,” Kong Jian said.

“Such talent even leaves this monk in awe.”

“Even his father, Ye Wushuang, might not compare.”

Kong Jian joined Du E, gazing at the third floor with a smile.

Du E suddenly asked, “Master, you said my martial talent was good before. Were you lying?”

“Silly disciple, you’re only realizing now?”

Du E felt another stab to the heart.

Kong Jian said, “You slacked off in training before, so I had to fib, calling you a one-in-a-million genius.”

“Master, you’re a monk—how could you lie?”

“It was a kind lie. The Buddha won’t mind.”

Du E: “…”

Kong Jian added, “But I’m pleased. Though your talent isn’t great, you worked hard. Diligence makes up for deficits—well done.”

Diligence makes up for deficits?

In other words, I’m just dim?

So, Master, you’ve always seen me as a dunce!

At that moment, Du E wanted to declare the world wasn’t worth it.

The sword aura on the third floor lasted nearly half an hour before fading.

Kong Jian and Du E, watching below, saw Ye Qiu ascend to the fourth floor.

“Master, how long will Benefactor Ye need for the fourth sword?” Du E asked.

“Hard to say,” Kong Jian said gravely. “The first three swords differ sharply from the last three.”

“I mastered the third sword years ago but haven’t touched the fourth’s threshold.”

“Benefactor Ye’s talent is exceptional—he should grasp the fourth. The question is how long it’ll take.”

“I hope he’s quick.”

“That way, I might see the complete Six Meridians Divine Sword before heading to the Western Paradise.”

Benefactor Ye, hurry!

Work another miracle—shock Master too.

Du E prayed silently.

But the miracle he hoped for didn’t come.

After Ye Qiu entered the fourth floor, there was no stir.

Kong Jian and Du E sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating.

A night passed.

At dawn, when the first rays hit his face, Du E opened his eyes.

The fourth floor remained silent.

Du E said, “Master, I’m puzzled. The sword manual’s right there on the wall—why can’t we learn it?”

“As the temple’s sacred treasure, if the Six Meridians Divine Sword were easy to master, it wouldn’t be a peerless technique.”

Truth be told, Kong Jian was puzzled too.

Logically, anyone not a fool should learn from the manual with practice.

Yet he’d only reached the third sword. The fourth eluded him entirely.

He’d studied the manual countless times!

“Master, I’ll fetch you some food,” Du E said, standing to leave.

Just then, a long roar echoed through the valley.

“Kong Jian, long time no see—how’ve you been?”

The voice was robust, like thunder, nearly bursting Du E’s eardrums. A terrifying pressure enveloped him.

His face paled.

Could it be Long Liu?

“Amitabha!”

Kong Jian pressed his palms together, chanting.

Instantly, Du E felt the pressure lift, his body light.

Looking up, he saw a figure darting through the valley, moving so fast that even a master like Du E could only catch a blur, not the face.

Moments later, the figure reached the cliff, standing twenty meters away.

Now Du E saw clearly.

An old man with white hair and a white beard, round-faced, slightly stout.

Long Wu!

Du E was stunned.

When had Long Wu emerged from seclusion?

Ye Qiu said Long Liu was coming—where was he?

Kong Jian remained seated, smiling. “Amitabha, congratulations, Benefactor. Your cultivation has advanced greatly since emerging.”

“Greetings, Benefactor Long,” Du E said with a bow. “What brings you to Tianlong Temple?”

Long Wu bellowed, “Du E, a Buddhist monk, yet you struck my brother in the capital. Is this your ‘all is empty’?”

Du E stayed calm. “Benefactor Long, you’ve traveled far to hold this old monk accountable?”

“Accountable? You’re not worthy,” Long Wu sneered. “I’m here to kill.”

“I know Ye Wushuang’s son is here. Hand him over.”

“Or I’ll raze Tianlong Temple!”