Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 426 Joy and Happiness

Gong Xuan's head was half shattered, and both arms were missing. In addition, his internal energy was exhausted. Under normal circumstances, if no one came to his rescue, he would most likely die directly from these injuries.

But a surge of energy was gradually rising from his dantian.

At this moment, the accumulated cultivation within him began to surge through his body like a flood.

King Zhou frowned, intending to raise his hand again, but after a moment's thought, he put his hand behind his back and stared at Gong Xuan.

First, the broken arm, then the pierced chest, and finally the head.

These wounds, which would be fatal to ordinary people, are healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A moment later, the weathered Taoist's body was restored.

The shattered skull was slowly being pieced back together.

His restored face was the same as before, but his unkempt beard seemed to have been carefully groomed, and his once dull eyes now shone brightly.

Gong Xuanguang's face originally looked like that of an ordinary non-cultivator in his forties to fifties, but at this moment his energy and spirit were much fuller than before.

Although his facial features remained unchanged, he seemed to have become much more handsome and refined.

Gong Xuan slowly rose from the ground. His upper body was completely torn, but the hanging strips of cloth formed long hems. With a slight movement of his fingers, they quickly glued upwards and reassembled into a long robe.

A brand-new Taoist robe was draped over his body. Although it was not luxurious, it was completely different from the old and tattered robe he had worn before.

The appearance of this Taoist robe is more like the one that Gong Xuan and Lin Jiang often wore when they were in the capital.

Gong Xuan looked down at his own body.

At this moment, he finally crossed the threshold that he had not been able to cross for so long.

At this moment, the words that Boss Guo had said to him in the capital city also came to mind.

You have to give up something to gain something.

There are only two ways for a person to become a star.

Their obsession was so deep that it transcended the sixth level of the Heavenly Realm, so deep that they could light up a star of their own on the horizon.

The other type is those whose Daoist heart is perfectly integrated, who leap into stardom.

Although there are no detailed records, Gongxuan estimates that those who became stars through obsession far exceeded those who became stars through Daoist thought.

Those who can attain the highest level are few, while those who reach the sixth level are many. And among the cultivators of the sixth level, how many can be truly free from attachments?
Most of them survived a life-threatening ordeal, which planted a deep seed in their hearts, leading them to a path to stardom.

However, relying solely on this path seems to confine one to the seventh heaven, making it difficult to break through the barrier of the eighth heaven.

At this point, attachment can be both an aid to climbing the ladder and a shackle on spiritual practice.

Gong Xuan understood this earlier than others.

A thousand obsessions loomed before him, obscuring his path and causing him to lose his way.

At this moment, strip away the obsession from your heart and cast it to the back of your mind.

In an instant, I felt as if the sea and sky were vast and boundless.

When one's practice is natural and effortless, one experiences physical and mental comfort and clarity of mind.

Gong Xuan regulated his breathing and looked at King Zhou again:
Why did you stop just now?

"It's rare for someone to suddenly break through and reach the Star Point Realm right before my eyes." King Zhou looked Gong Xuan up and down. "As an emperor, I would never stoop to taking advantage of someone's breakthrough. Besides..."

Having said that, King Zhou gave a cold snort:
"Even if you have a great deal of skill, you are still a beginner in the Star Pointing Realm and are not yet a match for me alone."

King Zhou spoke calmly, as if stating an unspoken fact.

After all, he had cultivated for many years longer than Gong Xuan, and his strength far surpassed Gong Xuan's. Even though his physical body was damaged, he still had a precious chariot.

Gong Xuan has just entered the Star Pointing stage, and there are still many aspects of his cultivation that he has not yet fully grasped.

If we were to compare different approaches, King Zhou would undoubtedly have an overwhelming advantage.

However, Gong Xuan didn't care at all:

"You can't kill me either."

"……really."

"I don't want your things, and I don't want anything from the Zhou Kingdom," Gong Xuan said. "I'm leaving here."

After speaking, Gong Xuan suddenly paused, his gaze falling on the fox lying on the ground not far away, barely alive:

"But I have to take her with me."

“I’ve seen your memories. She’s always wanted to kill you, and you’ve always wanted to kill her.”

King Zhou glanced at the fox:
"And she's dying."

"She is my junior sister. She should die in a sunny place, on the grassland, in the forest, in the sea of ​​flowers, or somewhere else, not in this dark place."

Gong Xuan's words revealed his stubbornness.

The fox lying next to him raised its eyes, glanced at Gong Xuan a few times, but said nothing, and lay down again.

Upon hearing this, King Zhou's expression changed slightly:
"You say my Zhou Kingdom is ugly?"

"If you come and see, you'll see it. But I don't like it."

King Zhou stared at the wine cup for a moment, then suddenly let out two cold laughs:
"I pondered for a moment. You know that young master Lin, and he knows Old Zhao. If Old Zhao knew I was still alive, he would surely come to take my life. Therefore, I cannot let you leave. You must stay!"

After speaking, King Zhou abruptly waved his sleeve.

All the windows and windows in the entire palace trembled in an instant.

The broken wood chips flew up, and the dilapidated windows straightened up again.

Like a group of wounded and discharged soldiers, who, upon hearing the king's summons, still stand tall.

King Zhou opened his arms.

Even if there is no one by his side, his loyal subjects have long been lost to the dust of history.

Even if everything becomes fleeting smoke.

He is still the king of Zhou!
He has no need for an illusory realm.

If the place where he stands is the State of Zhou, then the State of Zhou is his territory!

A vortex suddenly swirled inward from the center of the sky, and a fierce wind surged across the surrounding area, causing Gong Xuan's sleeves to flutter loudly. He gazed at King Zhou, but slowly walked towards the fox not far away. He reached out and picked up the half-dead fox by the scruff of its neck, lifting it up.

After a moment's thought, Gong Xuan decided that he couldn't let his junior sister die here, so he simply followed Lin Jiang's example and stuffed the fox into his sleeve.

Although the King of Zhou's words were sharp as knives, he remained standing with his hands behind his back, not taking any chances to launch a sneak attack, but silently watching him complete all his actions.

At least in this respect, he disdains sneak attacks.

After the trip, Gongxuan was also a little nervous.

I really didn't expect that this trip would lead to a star-studded event.

I really didn't expect that I would have to face another expert immediately after I clicked the star.

He did feel that his life force had increased significantly, and he could even try to use the Illusionary Realm. However, since he had never actually used it, he was not sure how effective it was.

We can only take one step at a time.

Seeing that the two stars were about to make a move, the people around sensed something was wrong, struggled to their feet, and scattered and fled.

Even the arrogant man with the knife was now running for his life, fearing he would be caught.

He couldn't help but glance back at Gong Xuan, his eyes filled with uncontrollable confusion and resentment.

How could things have turned out this way?

He clearly had the upper hand at first.

The Taoist priest who was targeted was given a severe beating and suddenly turned into a star.

Why don't I have that kind of luck? If getting beaten half to death is all it takes to get a star, then come and beat me up!

The thought had barely crossed his mind when he suddenly saw several cars rushing toward him.

These vehicles were clearly not there to kill him, but even so, he was like a mantis blocking the giant wheels, unable to dodge left or right, his mind went blank for a moment, and he could only let out a strange "waaaaa" and swing his long sword forward.

The long sword clashed with the vehicle, producing a crisp sound.

then,

The knife broke.

The man watched helplessly as his body was pulled under the wheels of the car, followed by a strong tearing sensation throughout his body.

His flesh and internal organs were completely crushed at that moment, and a wisp of chaotic Qi flowed into his meridians.

How could a man withstand the chaotic energy technique when he hasn't even reached the Star Point stage?

Before he could even use his half-baked body transformation technique, his body was crushed into pieces.

The other men in black were not spared either, as a large number of vehicles surrounded them like a long river.

The person who was hit only had time to let out a scream before being crushed into a bloody pulp.

In the blink of an eye, all the men in black were dead.

King Zhou glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, his face expressionless.

If he valued Gong Xuan's talent and considered him a rare and interesting individual whom he wanted to recruit as a citizen of Zhou, then he found these men in black utterly uninteresting.

Gong Xuan sought a breakthrough in his cultivation realm. Once he attained enlightenment, those treasures would no longer hold any appeal for him.

All these people wanted was treasure.

The things they sought were worlds apart.

"Fake Taoist priest, I will ask you one more time: are you willing to enter my Zhou Kingdom?"

"Entering your Zhou Kingdom would not be a problem for me," Gong Xuan shook his head. "But I would never kill anyone from Daxing, nor would I harm my friends. You're overthinking it."

King Zhou smiled.

Gong Xuan stared at that smile, unable to discern its meaning for a moment.

Was it mockery? Or anger?
It seems like neither.

Gong Xuan only felt that,
At this moment, King Zhou's smile contained a hint of self-mockery that was hard to put into words.

"I have no friends in the world, no help in the world. There is nothing left for us to talk about. Let's fight."

As King Zhou raised his hand, the surrounding damaged vehicles surged toward Gongxuan like a tidal wave.

At that moment, Gongxuan seemed to truly hear the soldiers' grief-stricken roars from the vehicles.

The Zhou state fought for a long time, but was ultimately destroyed due to the lack of reinforcements. Among these chariots, Gong Xuan also sensed the deep sorrow in the heart of the Zhou king.

Everything he had was destroyed.

Therefore, he did not believe that anyone would give everything for a friend.

Ultimately, the person before him was no longer the true King of Zhou.

The real Zhou king had long since perished amidst mournful cries, becoming a page in history.

The person before them seemed more like the embodiment of King Zhou's lamentations, the embodiment of his grief.

As he took a deep breath, Gong Xuan's eyes suddenly sharpened.

A faint crackling sound began to emanate from around his body.

Fruit and vegetable fields, vines lining the streets.

A few rays of dawn quietly scattered around him, tearing apart the gloomy scene of the Zhou Kingdom.

Gongxuan's method is to eat, drink, and have fun, with eating and drinking being the norm and having fun being the outward manifestation.

Paper cutting, wooden wheels, spinning tops, bamboo horses—all these are children's games.

To travel by boat across mountains and ride a horse to explore the world, to drink and make merry with like-minded friends—this is the joy of adulthood.

Listening to the storyteller read aloud and admiring the little stories on the lanterns, one realizes that life is incomplete without fun, and even the most repressed person has their own favorite pleasures.

If one does not enjoy traveling the world, how can one be truly carefree?

If we only look at the world and never visit the back alleys, how can we bring joy to millions of people?
Gong Xuan's mind stirred.

The light surrounding him was so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes and were completely mesmerized.

(End of this chapter)