Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 550 The Taiping Daoist's Legacy: Senior Sister, Please Behave Yourself!

You open the storage bag with some anticipation, but the contents inside surprise you.

[This superior-grade storage bag itself is already an unexpected delight; it's eight or nine times larger than the storage bag you obtained from the drought demon, roughly the size of a main hall.]

Three items flew out one after another, one of which was a familiar book, "The Essential Techniques of Peace," exactly the same one you obtained after slaying the drought demon in Qinghe County.

[But this book before me appears more ancient, weathered, and weighty; in comparison, the one in your hand seems like a later reproduction.]

[You suddenly recall the information you just heard: this Elder Huang Long is rumored to be a great-great-grandson of the Taiping Daoist, more than ten generations removed. Now it seems the rumors are true.]

You couldn't help but shake your head and smile bitterly. If the Taoist priest of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom knew in the afterlife that his great-grandson had fallen to such a state, he would probably unleash the "Demon-Slaying Thunder" to personally strike down this unworthy descendant.

[There is a divine will at play here; obtaining the "Essential Techniques of Great Peace" seems to have settled a karmic debt.]

The second item was a piece of peach wood, over three feet long and about the thickness of a bowl.

Its wood is as deep and rich as sandalwood, yet it subtly possesses a jade-like luster; some parts are charred black as if struck by lightning, while others are warm and smooth as if nourished by celestial dew.

【"This is--"】

Your pupils contracted slightly as you recalled a passage from the *Taiping Yaoshu* (Essential Techniques of Great Peace).

Legend has it that the Taoist priest Taiping, while traveling overseas, encountered a peach tree with the innate element of Ren water on an unnamed immortal mountain.

This wood carries a trace of the original essence of Yi wood from the beginning of heaven and earth. When the Taoist of Taiping cut a branch to forge a sword, he said, "Though the rough draft is unfinished, it is already capable of slaying dragons."

This piece of innate Ren water peach wood is a supreme treasure for cultivating thunder magic and the Great Dao of Wood. Its inherent innate Yi wood essence can summon divine Yi wood thunder to vanquish and ward off all evil.

[You seem a little surprised that the spiritual root that the Taoist priest regarded as a priceless treasure still exists in such a complete state?]

[After a moment's thought, you'll understand why Huang Long abandoned it: the "Demon-Slaying Thunder" recorded in the *Taiping Yaoshu* requires a righteous heart and a clear mind to cultivate.]

[If someone like him, who cultivates demonic arts and evil techniques, were to forcibly activate this wood, he would likely burn himself before even harming his enemy.]

[You immediately recall the gift package the old ant gave you, which included a section of "Thunder Eye Heavenly Thunder Bamboo," a supreme divine object for suppressing all evil spirits in the world.]

[By combining these two elements, a magical sword can be forged, instantly propelling your lightning magic to its peak.]

You couldn't help but laugh, "Since reasoning doesn't work, I also have a rudimentary understanding of thunder magic."

"Taiping Daoist, your thunder magic back then wasn't fast enough, nor ruthless enough."

The Taoist of Peace, who rose from humble beginnings as a rogue cultivator, endured many hardships in his youth. By the time he truly embarked on the path of cultivation, he was already quite old, and the Holy Son of the Demonic Sect, the Holy Daughter of the Righteous Path, and the Prodigies of the Heretical Paths had long since left him far behind.

Despite exceptional talent, he wasted half his life, only managing to survive the Twenty-Nine Heavenly Tribulations, thus missing the chance to become a Supreme Grandmaster.

However, with the "Evil-Slaying and Demon-Breaking Divine Thunder" and a peach wood sword, the Taoist priest of Taiping was more than capable of dominating an entire continent.

[Keep this safe and cherish it. Before heading to the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury, you must forge a magical sword, which will also serve as a protective treasure.]

The last item in the storage bag was a pair of faded women's embroidered shoes. This, it seemed, was the obsession Huang Long couldn't let go of until his death.

A wisp of spiritual fire appeared in your hand, a gentle flame rising, reducing the embroidered shoes to ashes, and then, along with Huang Long's soul, drifted away.

To save one person at the cost of killing the entire world, or to kill one person to save the entire world—how innocent is that one person?

This is a Buddhist debate, not your doctrine.

You always remember those ragged eyes that stood outside the Zhou family mansion when you were young; from beginning to end, you stood behind those who were weak.

Whoever is high above, using the name of the weak and impoverished as a pawn, dares to ascend to heaven by stepping on the corpses of the common people?

[You, Zhou Jing, may kill whomever you choose, even if it means overturning the entire world, regardless of whether it be the righteous, the demonic, or the unorthodox factions.]

[Slay demons where there are demons, slay immortals where there are immortal masters.] [You retrieve your storage bag. Huang Long originally possessed hundreds of flying swords and magical treasures, all of which were crushed beneath the "Eastern Divine Stele."]

The biggest gains this time were this superior-grade storage bag and this piece of innate Ren water peach wood.

You nodded with some satisfaction, then unleashed your sword-fighting technique, your figure transforming into a wisp of green smoke, chasing the wind and lightning along the trajectory of the departing cloud boat.

[What's intriguing is that—despite the earth-shattering commotion just now, the Dragon Court cultivators who remained nearby not only didn't come to investigate, but scattered like startled birds.]

[This was to be expected, given how long it had been since the elders from Fangcun Mountain arrived.]

You then ignored it and used your sword to pierce through the air.

With your current cultivation level, you'll catch up with the cloud boat in just seven or eight breaths.

As the scent drifted through the carved window lattice into Xiao Wan'er's quiet room, it became apparent that the windows were tightly closed.

[You deliberately let the sword light reveal a sliver of its brilliance, partly to remind Xiao Wan'er that this is, after all, her room.]

However, what you see before you is completely unexpected—

"Senior sister, what are you doing?!"

[There, Xiao Wan'er was tightly pressing the clothes you had changed out of to her lips, fine beads of sweat glistening on her snow-white neck. The meditation cushion still bore traces of dampness.]

The room, though tightly closed, was filled with a humid, hot atmosphere.

"Xiao Jing." Xiao Wan'er looked up in a fluster, her face flushed, a mixture of shyness and desire on her cheeks. She lowered her head and said, "How...how did you come back so...quickly..."

Your Adam's apple bobbed slightly; you were about to speak.

The barefoot girl had already thrown herself into his arms, her warm fragrance filling his embrace. Her curves, hidden beneath her white silk robe, pressed tightly against his, and his eyes swelled with passion like a spring river bursting its banks.

"Brother Jing," she looked up, her face as beautiful as a peach blossom, her breath sweet as orchids, her voice full of tenderness, "Wan'er knows she was wrong, Brother Jing, please punish me severely?"

You helped her up, saying, "Senior sister, please have some self-respect."

[“Jing-ge, I… I really want to…”]

You gazed into the burning passion in her eyes, and sighed inwardly. How could she have become so entangled in such a short time?

At this moment, Xiao Wan'er's breathing was disordered, and the corners of her eyes were flushed with an unnatural crimson, indicating that she was showing signs of going berserk.

All you did was take off a piece of clothing here, right?

Could it be that yesterday's ordeal in the capital was too perilous, causing unbearable mental stress?

[A purple-gold light shimmered at your fingertips, the "Three Mountains Purple-Gold Light" already formed between your fingers. This technique, when used correctly, can scorch the heart and soul, stirring up the seven emotions and six desires; when used incorrectly, it can calm the soul and suppress inner demons and delusions.]

Suddenly, your eyes sharpened, and you looked towards the door.

Immediately afterwards, a loud knocking sounded on the door.

"Xiao Wan'er, what brings you here to see Junior Brother Zhou? Open the door!"

"What shady business are you planning? Open the door!"

The person outside urging them on urgently was none other than Senior Sister Lü Qingyu.

You crane your neck, looking at your senior sister Xiao, who is sniffing you wildly and playfully, in your arms.

"I said helplessly, 'This really couldn't have come at the worst possible time!'"

P.S.: There will be another chapter tonight!
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