Great Love for All Heavens Begins with Huang Yaoshi

Chapter 173 The most sublime way of living is to contemplate emptiness and illuminate oneself; the most painful detachment in the world is to sever attachments and delusions.
"Mr. Li, you only injured but didn't kill. Wasn't that too lenient? After all, you don't want to take lives, but others want yours!"

The young Taoist priest in the green robe looked at the large number of imperial guards gathering in one place, assuming a defensive posture, and said with a smile:

"If I were the number one person in the world, I would definitely burn this palace to the ground and let the world see that the so-called tyrant who calls himself an 'Ill-fated ruler' is no different from a blade of grass."

Wang Yihang and Ji Ruofeng were stunned, not expecting someone to say something so murderous.

"Your unbridled arrogance reminds me of my own youth."

Li Changsheng laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, if it weren't for the fact that the Xiao family of the Northern Li royal family has a long history with me, I might have really gone on a killing spree instead of just making a small threat."

The young Taoist priest in green robes said leisurely:

"Therefore, in my humble opinion, Mr. Li has too many worries and is too worldly. He is not worthy of the name of an immortal. My nickname of Little Immortal is more fitting."

"What a boastful and arrogant little Taoist priest you are. If you were my age, you probably wouldn't think that way," Li Changsheng chuckled.

The young Taoist priest in the green robe shook his head:
"Mr. Li, you have lived in this world for so long, how can you not understand this principle? The demons and monsters of the world are not afraid of heaven and earth, but only of people who are too different from them."

"If you are too bad, they will kill you; if you are too cowardly, they will trample on you; and if you are too good or too strong, they will not feel at ease and will suppress you and distance themselves from you."

"Only when you are similar to them will they feel comfortable accepting you."

"If what you say is true, then the most carefree people in the world are those who know how to disguise themselves as everyone else." Li Changsheng's eyes darkened as he said:
"You can enter the realm of carefree wandering but choose not to, finding pleasure in brewing wine and fortune telling. Do you think that the tallest tree in the forest will be felled by the wind?"

Zhuang Buran smiled and asked in return:

"Does Mr. Li want to hear a lie or the truth?"

"Since we're just killing time anyway, we might as well tell you all."

"The lie is because I'm afraid that people in the world, once they know of my unparalleled talent, will come and trample Wangcheng Mountain to pieces and tear me apart."

"Truth is a trivial matter, I have no great ambitions. I only wish to sit among the flowers when I am sober, and to sleep under the flowers when I am drunk. What do the things in this world have to do with me?"

After listening, Li Changsheng remained silent for a moment before saying:

"The highest way to live is to observe emptiness and reflect on oneself, that is, to be physically present in the world but mentally detached from it, not to be deceived by appearances, and to understand the impermanence and change of things, just as flowing water does not cling to its old course, and the gentle breeze does not linger in yesterday's forest."

"I increasingly feel that from now on, whenever I want, I can enter a state of spiritual travel."

"Hehe, Mr. Li forgot to mention one thing: the most painful severance in life is cutting off attachments and delusions."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe smiled faintly:

"The reason you don't say it is because even the number one person in the world, whose martial arts have reached the Great Divine Realm and can be called an Earth Immortal, couldn't overcome the tribulation of love?"

Upon hearing this, Li Changsheng looked at Wang Yihang, whose expression was inscrutable:
"Quickly take this annoying little Taoist priest back to Wangcheng Mountain and let Lü Suzhen discipline him properly."

Having said that, he waved his sleeve, and the three of them were blown away by a gust of wind, disappearing without a trace.

Five days later.

On the banks of the Yi River outside Tianqi City, two Taoist priests, one tall and one short, stood side by side.

The banks of the Yi River are lined with white poplars and green fields, a picturesque scene. The lake is as smooth as a mirror, with rippling blue waves, a beauty that seems otherworldly.

"So, we've been waiting here all this time, just for the last of the three scenes?"

"Judging by the time, Li Changsheng will probably be on his way soon. Ji Ruofeng will probably keep chasing after him in order to get the answer he wants."

The young Taoist priest in the green robe looked around and saw the celestial phenomena changing in the distance, with countless shadows of staffs and sharp sword lights clashing fiercely. In a few breaths, the shadows of staffs and sword lights separated, and two figures appeared not far from the banks of the Yi River.

One of the masked figures, wielding a long staff, was none other than Ji Ruofeng. The other, with a handsome face and an air of nobility between his brows, was Li Changsheng's seventh disciple, the Prince of Langya of Tianqi, and the ninth prince of the Xiao clan, Xiao Ruofeng.

At the same time, Baili Dongjun swept over and landed beside Xiao Ruofeng, looking at Ji Ruofeng as if facing a formidable enemy.

The three glanced at each other, a hint of something flickering in their eyes.

"Master Zhao, it seems you've once again predicted that I would seek answers from Li Changsheng." Ji Ruofeng said calmly.

"You're already certain of what you're thinking, yet you still insist on asking for clarification. Don't you also think that no matter what you do, Mr. Li won't hurt you?"

After the young Taoist priest in green finished speaking, Li Changsheng, dressed in white with white hair, landed on the Yi River like an ethereal immortal. With a wave of his hand, he knocked the Undying Dust from Baili Dongjun's hand.

He held his sword and looked at Ji Ruofeng:

"Among those under thirty years old in the world, apart from this little monster born in the Free and Unfettered Heaven Realm, your strength can be called invincible. Among those over thirty years old, there are no more than ten who can defeat you, and at most three who can kill you."

“I am definitely one of these three. I will spare your life and give you the answer you want.”

Li Changsheng casually cleaved Ji Ruofeng's mask in two, revealing her beautiful face.

His face even bore a resemblance to Li Changsheng, which surprised Wang Yihang, Baili Dongjun, and Xiao Ruofeng.

"The waters of the great river come from the heavens!"

Li Changsheng roared, and the vast Yi River surged with towering waves. Such inhuman power and divine miracles left the three people, except for the young Taoist in green robes, unable to hide their shock.

"Having traversed the martial world for thirty years, I am the one who commands respect throughout the land with the name of my academy!"

"Sixty years ago, I wielded the Cold and Warm Swords, achieving a great victory over Wei Changshu of the Famous Sword Manor. I am the one known as the Kunlun Sword Immortal!"

"Ninety years ago, dressed in simple clothes and carrying a broken sword, I was the one who cut off the scourge of the Demonic Sect in the east!"

"One hundred and twenty years ago, I was the one who drank, slept, and created the Poetry Sword Technique with the Immortal Poet!"

"And what you most want to know is that 150 years ago, the one who founded the Hundred Knowledge Hall single-handedly was me!"

"An immortal touched my head, granting me longevity. I am now 180 years old, your ancestor. Isn't it too presumptuous of you to use a stick on your ancestor?"

Li Changsheng's long sword trembled slightly, and the towering waves slowly subsided. His face visibly regained its youth, and as he stepped ashore, he eventually transformed into a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy.

In this way, he and Ji Ruofeng already bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance in appearance.

A strange light appeared in the eyes of the young Taoist priest in the green robe:
"In ancient times, there was a great tree called Chun, which took eight thousand years for spring and eight thousand years for autumn. This is the Great Chun Skill. After mastering this skill, one can live forever, but every thirty years one must dissipate one's cultivation to rejuvenate and start cultivating again in order to restore one's power."

"Interesting. This skill is based on the art of medicine and stone, as if the human body is regarded as a great medicine, and then repeatedly refined by oneself and the earth and sky. In this way, one can not only achieve longevity, but also have unparalleled power. It is indeed a martial art that is not bad."

Li Changsheng felt a sudden, inexplicable shock:
"If I were to relinquish this skill, I would have no way to relearn it, because the sect that helped me master it has vanished without a trace. Don't tell me, little Taoist, that you have fully grasped its essence and are capable of mastering this skill."

“Mr. Li, you still have the mood to ask such trivial questions? I’m afraid you don’t even have the strength to lift your feet right now. Why don’t you let your disciples and grandchildren come and help you?”

The young Taoist priest in the green robe suddenly smiled, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gust of wind easily sent Li Changsheng, who had just seemed like an unparalleled immortal, sprawling on his back.

"You little Taoist priest, you're so petty!"

(End of this chapter)