High Martial Arts Start with Ant Talent Fusion

Why?

Why did I suddenly feel a pang of heartache?

Fang Zhou stared in astonishment at the yellow light carrying terrifying power that slashed toward the cold-looking man at supersonic speed.

He should have been overjoyed that he and his wife Chen Xin could continue living.

However, his attention was focused on the frail old man.

The terrifying yellow light was slowly eroding the old man's body.

But why did this terrifying yellow light make me feel warm and at ease as it shone on me?

Why?

"Why did you save us...?"

"We've only known each other for a few days!"

Fang Zhou murmured to himself, "He and his wife are just ordinary people. Why would such a powerful person risk their life to save them?"

They're not worth it!

"Old Fang, you're crying..."

Beside her, Chen Xin looked at the dazed Fang Zhou, and a tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

"Old Zhao..."

不 ...

"It's Elder Jing..."

Looking at that thin body, Chen Xin felt a heavy weight in her heart for some reason, as if she had lost someone important.

"ah!!!"

A bloodcurdling scream shook the heavens and the earth.

The terrifying sword light flashed by, and the retreating, sinister man let out a miserable scream before his attack abruptly stopped.

"Bang!"

In the stunned gazes of Fang Zhou and Chen Xin, they saw the head of this powerful figure, capable of dominating a region, roll to the ground, blood splattering everywhere.

The head rolled on the ground and finally stopped in front of Jing Yushan.

His eyes were wide open in anger, and he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

It seemed that even if he were to die, he wanted to see Jing Yushan perish and disappear.

That sword strike was the most powerful sword strike that Jing Yushan unleashed after exhausting all his life force and energy.

Now, it's all gone.

The remaining aura on his arm, once released from suppression, erupted completely and began to engulf his entire body.

His senses are gradually fading...

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier...

He seems to have taken a nap...

Even so, Old Master Jing's body remained upright, as if he would rather die standing up.

"Old Zhao!"

Fang Zhou staggered over, followed by Chen Xin. The two looked worriedly at the old man who looked like a dead man.

His body was so thin and emaciated that his skin was slowly cracking, as if he had been trapped in the desert for ten days and ten nights without water.

That once vibrant head of white hair now appears to be nothing but white.

"Help!"

"Help! Someone come quick!"

"Mr. Zhao, please...please hold on a little longer, I've already called an ambulance..."

"You...you won't die."

Fang Zhou was overcome with grief, perhaps because the old man in front of him was his savior, or perhaps for other reasons.

He quickly kicked the cold-faced man's head away, then reached out to help the old man up.

"Don't...don't touch me..."

As Old Master Jing's hoarse voice rang out, Fang Zhou's outstretched hand froze in mid-air.

"I...I possess...I possess sword intent; to touch it...to touch it is certain death..."

Old Jing's voice, halting and trembling, came from his chapped lips.

If Fang Zhou hadn't been close enough, he wouldn't have been able to hear what the old man was saying at all.

"this..."

Fang Zhou's eyes welled up with tears again. Why would this old man go to such lengths for him?

Even at a time like this, he's still protecting himself!

Couldn't I even be there to see this old man off on his final journey?

His heart suddenly ached.

"Don't...don't cry..."

"As long as you are safe, this old...this old servant will die...without regret..."

"This old servant... has not disappointed you, sir..."

Despite the immense pain he was enduring, Jing Yushan's expression towards Fang Zhou was gentle, a tenderness that comes from an elder being loved by a younger generation.

Although he knew he was unworthy of it given his status, he disregarded all that in his final moments.

After the adult died, his descendants entrusted the inheritance to him.

In his eyes, Fang Zhou was his junior.

After learning about Fang Zhou's residence from Fang Fan, and having resolved most of the matters concerning Nirvana, he moved here.

He changed his name and came to this community as an ordinary old man.

Jing Yushan knew that his time was running out.

For no other reason than to be able to stay by Fang Zhou's side, silently watching over him, just quietly observing him is quite nice.

Being with Fang Zhou made him feel as if he had returned to decades ago, when he was following the adults.

The child he had been searching for for decades has now grown up, married, and had children.

Since I can't watch him grow up, I'll quietly watch him in my remaining days. This protection, which was forty years late, has finally come to fruition.

With this broken life, I have no regrets about ending it all.

He was very satisfied with Xiaoxin; she was a family-oriented woman who knew how to take care of others. With her by Fangzhou's side, he could feel much more at ease.

Moreover, Lord Fang Fan, just thinking of him makes Jing Yushan very happy.

This kid has a bright future and the demeanor of an adult.

As for those I feel a little sorry for, it's little Fang Ling. I haven't been able to help her much, but thankfully, with Lord Fang Fan by her side, she's definitely not lacking anything.

I wonder how things are going with Lord Fang Fan?

Given my own situation, it seems I can't be of any help.

Please don't be offended, sir!

However, I have taken care of everything, and the people who have passed away are all loyal enough, so you can rest assured to receive them.

As for my two sons, I hope you will treat them well. After all, they are simple-minded and only by following you can they survive.

They will understand my good intentions as a father.

Also, I don't think I'll be able to watch my granddaughter grow up.

Little Qiao, Grandpa has lived a very tiring life, carrying heavy burdens, but there are always some things in this world that must be done.

If we don't do it, then no one will remember it.

Grandpa can no longer hold you, nor can he watch you grow up!

Grandpa will miss you terribly, but you must be good. If Grandpa is watching from heaven, he will be very happy.

You tell me, if there's a spirit in heaven, isn't the master watching over this old servant from above...?

My lord, I know I have disappointed you, but I have truly done my best. Heaven rewards those who persevere, and I have finally found it.

This old servant's crippled life is still of use.

But...sir, do you know?

Your son's chess skills are just as bad as yours!

They're just as bad as me.

Just like decades ago, I sat with you at the chessboard, constantly taking back moves and making moves that others would consider utterly terrible.

For decades, my chess skills have not improved at all, not because I can't, but because I don't want to.

On Jing Yushan's withered body, a single tear rolled down his cheek; he knew it was a smile.

I'm getting old, and I'm dying soon, so I have a lot more to say.

Jing Yushan stood there, his mind drifting back to decades ago, leisurely following behind the adults...