He is truly the Tai Sui God on earth

Chapter 97 God’s Will (26)

The next day, at the back mountain of Vajra Gate.

"Brother, I have found the murderer."

In front of a lonely grave mound, Du Wuyi faced the stone tablet engraved with "Tomb of Li Zhiyuan of Vajra Gate" and muttered to himself.

"Zhang Ruhai has an appointment with that Lin guy at the private room of Taihe Building tomorrow at noon... I'll be able to kill that beast tomorrow at noon and avenge you."

As he said this, Du Wuyi took out from his bosom a ruler with half a diamond pattern painted on it.

"Oh, by the way, Senior Brother, I've learned this too."

As he said this, Du Wuyi took out the wood carving left by Li Zhiyuan.

Then he felt the marks on the wood carving with his left hand while rubbing the ruler with his right thumb.

In just a short while, the ruler had completely lost its original shape.

Only a tall and mighty Vajra statue remains, standing proudly.

Looking at the Vajra wooden plaque in his hand, Du Wuyi was quite satisfied. As his first carved work, this Vajra statue was undoubtedly qualified.

But just when Du Wuyi was about to enshrine the Vajra image in front of Li Zhiyuan's tomb, an old voice sounded behind him.

"this is not you."

"What... Master?"

Du Wu turned around subconsciously and saw the thin old man standing behind him.

But the old man didn't pay attention to Du Wuyi's voice, but reached out and took both the wood carving and the wooden sign.

"This is him."

The old man pointed at the diamond wood carving and Li Zhiyuan's tomb.

"this is not you."

The old man pointed at the diamond wooden plaque and then at Du Wuyi.

"You are not him, why do you want to become him?"

"I……"

Hearing the old man's sudden question, Du Wuyi was a little confused for a moment.

Was this asking why he wanted to become his senior brother? When had he ever thought of such a thing? He was just trying to learn his senior brother's way of thinking. After all, his senior brother was indeed better than him.

Only by learning the thinking mode of the strong can he become equally strong.

Only by becoming stronger can I avenge my senior brother.

"The mind is wrong, but the eyes are right."

He casually placed the wood carvings and wooden plaques in front of Li Zhiyuan's tomb, and took a few dates from his arms and placed them in front of the tomb. The old man then put his hand on Du Wuyi's shoulder.

"You come with me."

There was no room for refusal of this invitation, simply because the old man's hand on his shoulder never loosened, so Du Wuyi could only relax and let the old man carry him all the way to the backyard of the Vajra Gate and into the thatched house.

This was the first time Du Wuyi entered the old man’s residence.

Unlike the magnificent mountain gate outside, the thatched house where the old man lives is extremely simple, and the environment inside the house can be described as bare.

There was only a table against the wall in the whole room. There was not even a bed. There was only a futon placed in front of the table, which was barely a place for people to sit.

Above the table, there was a scroll hanging.

There is a trace of knife marks painted on the scroll.

"……Um?"

Du Wuyi suddenly felt that something seemed to be wrong.

It was clearly just a trace of ink left on the white paper, but the moment Du Wu saw the mark, he instinctively determined that it was a knife mark.

These are the marks left by the knife.

Moreover, there are traces left by the Golden Sword Force.

"It's not the Golden Blade Style."

At this moment, the old man next to him seemed to see through Du Wuyi's thoughts and shook his head slightly.

"Golden Blade Power is it, it is not Golden Blade Power."

"Do you understand?"

Du Wuyi really wanted to say that he didn't understand, but unexpectedly, he understood what the old man wanted to express.

This trace of knife marks is definitely not the golden knife force.

But the Golden Sword Force comes from it.

The Golden Knife Style itself is a martial art created by imitating this knife mark.

Even the eight styles of Vajra that extended out from it had their origins in this knife mark.

"This is the divine intention of the Golden Blade Force."

The old man patted Du Wuyi on the shoulder. "You meditate here for one night and then go down the mountain tomorrow."

"Master, I..."

Just as Du Wuyi was about to say something, the old man had already sat cross-legged beside him with his eyes closed.

The old man was not sitting on the mat; it was obvious that it was left for him.

So Du Wuyi had no choice but to sit on the mat, in front of the knife mark.

To be honest, although he could see that there was something in this knife mark, if he was forced to see more, he couldn't see anything.

After all, his mind was not here at all at the moment, but had already flown to tomorrow.

He had checked the environment of Taihe Building once before he came back. Although he could confirm that as long as the north gate and west window were sealed, the man surnamed Lin would not be able to escape, but Zhang Ruhai would definitely follow. If a fight broke out, and Zhang Ruhai delayed time, the man surnamed Lin would most likely get a chance to escape.

There is also Zhang Ruhai. Although his strength is similar to his, it is only on the surface. Du Wuyi still remembers that when he killed Commander Cui in Wuliang River before, he was pierced by three needles in his body, and Commander Cui chased them directly.

"I don't know if I can still use the cold light of the Jiaozi bloodline...or should I prepare a few ascending needles?"

In order to achieve an absolute kill, Du Wuyi carefully considered every detail, striving to be foolproof.

Just to be able to strike the most deadly blow.

"The most deadly blow..."

Thinking of this, Du Wuyi subconsciously looked at the knife mark in front of him.

It would be great if I could chop it out like this.

Although what appeared in front of him was just a trace of a knife mark, Du Wuyi could still feel the unparalleled momentum that was endless.

It seems that with this knife, everything will be solved.

But he obviously couldn't do that at the moment. He followed Li Zhiyuan to do things just a few days after joining the sect. The days of serious practice for him were few and far between. If it weren't for the rewards for killing, his strength could even be said to be stagnant.

No, it wasn't just him. Even his fellow brothers and even the master himself felt less relaxed compared to this blow.

How could it be possible that everything could be solved with just a wave of the hand?

"The power is always there, it just depends on how much you can carry."

At this moment, the old man who was meditating nearby suddenly spoke.

"How much are you carrying now?"

"This……"

Du Wuyi choked on the spot.

He can't say that he didn't learn it after watching for a long time, right?
If it was a reward for killing someone, he might be able to learn it in an instant, but asking him to figure it out on his own based on this knife mark would be too much of a test for his comprehension.

But since the master clearly wanted to teach him something, he should at least say a few words.

Think about it, think about it, if it was Senior Brother Zhiyuan...

If it was Senior Brother Zhiyuan, Master would probably only need two or three words to blast him away.

It would definitely not work if he followed Brother Zhiyuan's advice at this time, he could only rely on himself.

"Why... must it be carried?"

Du Wu thought about it for a long time and finally uttered a sentence.

"If you're using a knife, you should just chop it at the opponent, right? Why do you have to bear the consequences yourself when you can just let them take the brunt of the damage?"

"you……"

Hearing Du Wuyi's words, the old man suddenly opened his eyes.

"What did you say?"

"I……"

Du Wuyi wanted to repeat it, but the old man waved at him, indicating that he could leave.

Du Wuyi was puzzled and had no choice but to leave. However, the old man had always been like this. Although they didn't spend much time together, he was surprisingly used to the old man's incoherent way of speaking.

"besides."

It was at this time that the old man spoke again.

"Don't forget this knife."

"Yes, Master."

Outside the thatched hut, Du Wuyi nodded.

Although he is unable to completely replicate this knife strike with his current strength, the endless knife marks have been deeply imprinted in his mind.

"The divine will in the sword..."

Du Wuyi looked at his palm.

Then he raised his hand and waved lightly.

A leaf floated through the air across his palm, only to be neatly split into four.

(End of this chapter)