The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 192 Farewell in the Autumn Wind of Anhui

Two days later...

A thick layer of white frost covered the world, and not only was the dueling arena plunged into a deathly silence, but the entire Jade Purity Sect was also eerily quiet.

Autumn winds blow through Anhui...

The man in purple stood in the center of the courtyard, looking up at the old white tree in front of him, slightly lost in thought.

Two days have passed since the inner sect competition ended.

In this competition, Kuang Tu was unstoppable, winning six matches in a row without resting or taking any elixirs.

But in the end, Cheng Ye still won the championship. This made Kuang Tu quite frustrated for a long time!
However, the biggest winner of this competition was neither Cheng Ye, who won the championship again, nor Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou, who were absolute dark horses, but Kuang Tu, who advanced to the eighth level in advance when he faced Cheng Ye!
Advancing to the eighth rank meant entering the ranks of advanced ghost spirit masters, and his strength had undergone a fundamental improvement. Naturally, Kuang Tu also became a core disciple of the Jade Purity Sect.

Furthermore, after Kuang Tu advanced, only Cheng Ye, Zhu Bupang, and Gou Bushou remained in the finals.

As was inevitable, Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou both encountered Cheng Ye.

Facing a powerhouse at the peak of the seventh level, Zhu Bupang and his companion naturally dared not hold back. Amidst the gasps of the crowd, they finally revealed their hidden peak seventh-level strength.

All of this was for the sake of taking a gamble!
Even with the high-level magic weapon given to them by Feng Ling, they still lost one after another after struggling for hundreds of moves.

Victory and defeat are common occurrences in warfare!
Although Feng Ling had been very strict with the two when he gave them the magical treasures, telling them they had to take first or second place, he didn't blame them too much when they actually lost.

Then, Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou began their fight. One wielded the unpredictable Cheng Ying Sword, while the other wore golden silk robes resembling a tortoise shell!

Initially, the two were evenly matched and fought to a standstill. However, the high intensity of the battle ultimately took a heavy toll on their mental strength.

This becomes especially true as the story progresses.

When the two reached their physical limits, Gou Bushou was in an invincible position due to the protective effect of his magical artifacts.

While the Cheng Ying Sword is not bad either, it is extremely mentally taxing to activate. It consumes significantly more mental energy than activating the Golden Silk Thread, a defensive magic weapon!
As time dragged on, Zhu Bupang was caught off guard and lost to Gou Bushou by a single move, losing the runner-up table in vain, which was truly a pity!
Regardless, Gou Bushou managed to barely complete the task assigned by Feng Ling thanks to a bit of luck. Zhu Bupang, on the other hand, wasn't so fortunate; losing to Gou Bushou meant he failed the task!
Although Feng Ling didn't say anything, he felt somewhat guilty.

……

Shortly after the match ended,
The Jade Purity Sect's leadership announced the competition results.

as follows:

Champion: Cheng Ye!
Second place: Gou Bu Shou!
Third place: Zhu Bupang!
Fourth place: Ke Wei!

Fifth place: Ye Hui!

Sixth place: brute force!

……

Looking at this unexpected final ranking, many people couldn't help but sigh.

Imagine, who could have predicted before the inner sect competition that the six blood-red characters representing the fat and thin disciples would be prominently displayed on the list?

Zhu Bupang and Gou Bushou's achievements are obvious to all, and they have firmly established themselves as the "dark horses".

Naturally, many elders, eager to take on the opportunity, quickly rose from their VIP seats and rushed to the two men, offering to become their disciples!

Even the kind-faced old man, busy awarding prizes to others after the results were announced, was deeply moved. At the same time, the increasing number of elders surrounding his disciples, both fat and thin, made him quite anxious!

This scene left the disciples dumbfounded, while also revealing various expressions of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"I will take you two as my disciples! I guarantee that you will break through to the advanced Ghost Spirit Master level in less than a year!"

"You old monster, get out of my way! Hehe, you two should become my disciples instead, and I'll give you plenty of pills!"

At that time, what left the deepest impression on Feng Ling were these two passages, one from the elder of the Weapon Refining Pavilion and the other from the Elder of the Alchemy Pavilion.

However, to Feng Ling's relief, the fat and thin disciples politely declined the elders' enthusiastic promises without nodding in acceptance.

"Twenty elders...!?"

In fact, Zhu Bupang and his companion were quite moved at the time, thinking, "There were twenty elders present who had previously refused to accept us as their disciples!"

After that, the elders seemed to be competing with each other, and the benefits they promised gradually increased. It would be a lie to say that Zhu Bupang and his companion were not tempted at all!

Just as the two were so excited they almost lost themselves, an old figure appeared in their minds, with white hair and a kind and gentle demeanor...

"Hoo...!" Finally, the two exhaled a breath of stale air, outwardly showing reluctance as they refused one by one, but inwardly they couldn't help but feel a sad and cold laugh, "Hypocritical!"

When they first wanted to become disciples, it was incredibly difficult. They were almost always rejected because their cultivation level was too low or their aptitude was too poor! In short, all sorts of excuses were found to discourage them.

After comparing them, it seems that their current master is better. He neither looks down on them for their cultivation level nor does he treat them perfunctorily when passing on his skills!

The elders were undeniably cunning, often resorting to underhanded tactics, but rarely managed to offend anyone to death, especially disciples within the sect.

Who knows, one day their cultivation might advance by leaps and bounds? It's not impossible for them to surpass them, after all, there are still quite a few special talents in this world who are "late bloomers".

"Haha, I think you elders should give me some face, these two have already been chosen by me...!"

After presenting the awards, the kind-faced old man leaped to the front of the elders and said something that made their faces change and their hearts clench with rage.

"Master is mighty...!" The white-clad man in the VIP section suddenly stood up excitedly and shouted, his face revealing joy, while a strange light flashed in the eyes of the white-clad woman.

Just when everyone thought that Elder Liu Yidao would forcefully accept the two men, one fat and one thin, as his disciples...

The following sentence sounds strange; it was said by the withered old man when he seized the opportunity to appear.

Even now, recalling the elders' embarrassed expressions still makes Feng Ling burst into hearty laughter...!
"Ahem, elders, could you please make way?"

You have taken my two beloved disciples,
I was terrified...!
I still need to take care of them both.
"Go home...and have lunch!"

An aged voice resounded throughout the hall, and to the astonishment of the elders, an elderly man with white hair pushed his way out of the crowd, revealing himself to the kind-faced old man...

"Disciple greets...Master!"

Seeing the fat and thin disciples happily step forward, clasp their hands in greeting, and kneel down before the withered old man, their expressions utterly genuine, everyone was collectively stunned. "Brother Ling, you...!" The kind-faced old man's mind was buzzing, his old eyes widening in disbelief as he stared intently at this "unparalleled glory" scene.

"Haha, Old Liu! What do you think of my two good-for-nothing disciples? Do they meet your approval?"

Ignoring the envious glances from all the elders, the withered old man spoke smugly as he kindly helped the two men, one fat and one thin, to their feet.

Once the two were standing behind him, he immediately turned to face the kind-faced old man with a face full of black lines. Although Ling Weiyun's clone seemed to be belittling Zhu Bupang and the other man, he was actually overjoyed inside.

He chuckled smugly, "Serves you right for always showing off your top disciples, who are core disciples, in front of me. Now you've been publicly humiliated, aren't you dumbfounded?"
"Qiu Bai, you get down here right now! Your two junior brothers from Master Ling's family have suddenly decided to have a spar with you...!"

"Well……!?"

Upon hearing this, not only was the man in white stunned, but even the man in the purple-gold crown who had been watching the show with a smile froze for a moment.

A mid-level seventh-tier Ghost Spirit Master versus a peak late-stage tenth-tier Ghost Spirit Master?

"Hiss...!"

After they came to their senses, everyone's lips twitched. The difference between them couldn't be simply explained by the distinction between an inner disciple and a core disciple.

"Damn it...!"

Next, under the wry smiles of the elders, the two old men began to fight, revealing their family secrets.

During their bickering, the most ridiculous thing was that Elder Liu Yidao revealed that Zhu Bupang and his companion had secretly gone down to run a gambling den, and wanted to force them to stay in the dueling arena under the pretext of accepting punishment!
The withered old man naturally wouldn't let them have their way. After suppressing his anger, he said that the Ghost Locking Tower was a place of punishment, and the two of them could be punished in the same way inside the Ghost Locking Tower!

Although Elder Liu Yidao's "evil scheme" was foiled, the secondary harm caused by his words did not end there.

"Two big swindlers, pay up, pay up...!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere suddenly changed, and many inner disciples below shouted in unison, seemingly cheering for the cunning, benevolent old man.

Amidst the resounding cries of condemnation, Zhu Bupang and his companion felt their scalps tingle and their eyes twitch violently. When they met a murderous gaze, they instinctively shrank back.

"How about it? As long as you two turn around and become my disciples, I'll immediately help you pay off your huge debts...!" Elder Liu Yidao raised an eyebrow, looking at the tempting offer, it was hard for him to give up.

"Hmph! Since he is my disciple, then naturally I, as his master, will make the compensation!" The withered old man's face was ashen. After a slight hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you to interfere with?"

"Ahem... The Inner Sect Competition has come to a successful conclusion! Exit...!"

Seemingly realizing that the other party was genuinely angry, the kind-faced old man coughed awkwardly and, after receiving a telepathic message from the man in the purple-gold crown, immediately turned his head and announced.

Immediately afterwards, streaks of light leaped down from the audience seats. The kind-faced old man helplessly shrugged, pretending that he knew nothing.

Then...

Taking advantage of the moment when the withered old man was surrounded by the inner disciples who came to collect debts, Elder Liu Yidao comically hunched over and quickly disappeared from their line of sight, which was filled with their intense resentment...

"It's none of my business, so I'll stay out of it!" The other elderly people were also quite sensible and quickly dispersed.

……

"Sigh, those two guys are such spendthrifts!"

As the autumn wind blew through Anhui, the man in purple finished reminiscing, looked up, and sighed softly: "This isn't making money; it's just giving money away!"

With bets from hundreds of people, plus the hundreds of taels of gold owed to Kuang Tu, the total amount comes to nearly five hundred taels of gold!

Theoretically speaking, this high price is equivalent to five low-quality Oni Stones!

Originally, Zhu Bupang and his companion had a good plan; according to their calculations, they wouldn't lose money. But who knew that Kuang Tu would break through at the last minute?

Then, to the astonishment of Zhu Bupang and the other man, an unprecedented bet was made: although Kuang Tu won against Cheng Ye, he was not the champion of the competition!

As a result, not only did everyone who bet on Cheng Ye to win the championship have incredible luck, but even those who bet on Kuang Tu to win made a fortune!
Faced with this unacceptable reality, one can imagine the frustration in Feng Ling's heart...!
Furthermore, without a doubt, Zhu Bupang and his companion are currently enjoying a blissful life on the eighth floor of the Ghost-Locking Tower. Given their combined strength, Feng Ling has absolutely no worries about leaving them on the eighth floor.

The two not only possessed formidable combined sword skills, but also had two high-grade eighth-rank magic treasures to aid them. Not to mention, Ling Weiyun's clone and several other legendary elders were secretly watching them!
"Senior Brother Feng Ling, it's almost time for us to go!" After some time, seeing that it was almost noon, a woman in green beside him raised an eyebrow and immediately stepped forward to bow respectfully.

"Alright! Thank you for your trouble, Miss Wan'er!" A clear voice rang in his ears, and Feng Ling came back to his senses and nodded. He smiled wryly to himself; if Su Wan'er hadn't taken the initiative to remind him, he would have almost ignored her.

"Sigh~, in the blink of an eye, it's almost time to leave. Suddenly, I realize that I'm actually a little reluctant to go!"

With her black hair fluttering in the wind, Feng Ling replied, then tilted her head back, stretched out her arms, slowly closed her eyes, and carefully sensed the things around her.

Artificial hill, old tree, fallen leaves, gentle breeze...

Everything was so familiar, so familiarly imprinted in my mind, so familiarly surfacing in my mind...

Feng Ling was deeply moved:

Having been at the Yuqing Sect for less than a year, he had developed a slight reluctance to leave this autumn capital of Anhui.

If the day really comes when I leave Yuqing Sect, looking at so many familiar faces, Sect Master Tianjue, Elder Liu Yidao, Senior Sister Leng and Junior Sister Yuqing, will I be able to bring myself to do it?

However, Feng Ling believed that when that moment truly arrived, he would choose to leave a farewell letter for each of the important people beforehand. Then, he would let his main body and clone leave quietly together.

"Miss said that no one dares to occupy Qiufengwan; it will always belong to Senior Brother Fengling." The woman in green quickly offered words of comfort when she saw the other woman sigh with regret.

Then, Su Wan'er smiled and said, "Besides, I think that after Senior Brother Feng Ling goes to Qiaojian Peak, he can still come back from time to time!"

"Yes, Miss Su, you're right!"

Upon hearing this, the man in purple turned around and smiled gently. Then, without offering further explanation, he raised an eyebrow and said, "Let's go...!"

"Whoosh, whoosh~...!"

Before the words were finished, two gusts of wind suddenly rose up, and then the two people in the courtyard had vanished without a trace.

Life isn't about persevering because of hope; it's about seeing hope because you persevere.

Amidst the myriad troubles and disturbances of the world, may the sages bring you, the readers, a pure land for your souls.

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