The Smiling, Proud Wanderer, becoming a disciple of Yue Buqun.

The scholar-officials' vigorous resistance was once again extinguished.

After that, the scholar-official class realized that they could not do anything to Zhu Houzhao, whether in the court or in rebellion. With his sworn brother, the most powerful man in the world, and Jiang Ning, the reincarnation of Zhenwu, protecting him, Zhu Houzhao was completely unscrupulous and did not know what fear or compromise was.

It was under this forced implementation of the new laws that the Ming Dynasty was revitalized, and the Zhengde era of prosperity arrived.

But beneath the surface of prosperity lies a deep-seated darkness.

For the past eight years, Jiang Ning has been living in the mountains. The evil spirits and cultists hiding deep in the mountains have reappeared, and the high-ranking officials and nobles seem to have forgotten Jiang Ning's existence. They have become arrogant and domineering as before, bullying the common people.

Although Jiangning is located in Huashan, he is not completely ignorant of the martial arts world and the common people.

After learning all this, Jiang Ning entrusted the affairs of the Huashan Sect to his eldest disciple Liu Zhao and then went down the mountain again.

The newly emerging heretical sects and those nobles suffered another devastating blow.

Fourteen years have passed in a flash.

Jiang Ning, who had been roaming the world for fourteen years, received news of Yue Buqun's impending death and rushed back to Mount Hua from Jiangnan.

"Master."

The former disciples of Yue Buqun were now gathered around Yue Buqun's bedside, weeping bitterly.

Now 102 years old, Yue Buqun showed signs of aging. Upon hearing his disciples' cries, Yue Buqun sternly and softly rebuked them.

"I have lived for 102 years. Even if I am about to pass away, it will be a joyous occasion. Why are you crying?"

Upon hearing Yue Buqun's reprimand, the disciples finally stopped crying.

Yue Buqun looked around and asked, "Where's Ning'er? Has she returned?"

"Master, the sect leader..."

Just as Lu Dayou was about to reply, a voice rang out from outside.

"Master."

Jiang Ning's figure flashed by in an instant.

"The disciple has arrived."

Upon hearing Jiang Ning's voice, Yue Buqun finally smiled.

"Ning'er, you're back."

Yue Buqun, who could already feel his life force draining away, most wanted to see Jiang Ning. After releasing the message, he finally saw his most desired disciple in the last moments before his death.

"Alright, you may all leave. I have something to say to Ning'er."

"Yes."

The disciples then withdrew, leaving only Yue Buqun and his disciple Jiang Ning.

Yue Buqun looked at Jiang Ning, his cloudy eyes seemingly lost in thought, before speaking after a moment.

“These days I’ve been having the same dream.”

"Dream?"

Jiang Ning asked, "What dream did Master have?"

Yue Buqun looked up at the ceiling and said in a daze, "I dreamt that decades ago I took over the Huashan Sect from Master, just like back then, and struggled to maintain the sect. Later I took in some disciples, Chong'er, Fa'er, Tao Jun and Ying Bailuo."

"But what surprises me is that all the other disciples I've taken in are here, except for you."

Jiang Ning's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.

"Master, what happens next?"

"later?"

Yue Buqun stared blankly for a long time before speaking.

"After that, I had a very difficult time. The Demonic Sect was too powerful, and Zuo Lengchan pressed me step by step, sending Junior Brother Feng and the others up the mountain to coerce me. I don't know why, but Chong'er got entangled with that demoness Ren Yingying. In order to avoid the crisis, I had to lead the entire sect down the mountain. Later, when I was desperate, I practiced the Sunflower Manual and did many wrong things. Ping'er and Shan'er suffered because of this. Chong'er was also bewitched by the demoness. In the end, I still failed to revive the Huashan Sect."

After speaking, Yue Buqun stared blankly at the top of his head.

“These days, I often think about those dreams. They were so real, so real, that it felt like they really happened. I was thinking that if I hadn’t saved you from the bandits back then, I might have ended up like you in the dream.”

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ning remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"Master, this is just a dream."

"Yes, it was just a dream."

Yue Buqun smiled, then looked at Jiang Ning.

"Ning'er, the thing I'm most grateful for in my life is that I took you as my disciple."

Jiang Ning also said.

"It is a disciple's good fortune to be able to become the master's disciple."

Yue Buqun chuckled, but for some reason, a trace of sadness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Actually, among all my disciples, you are the most promising, but you are also the one I worry about the most."

"There are too few people in this world who understand you. I'm afraid that after I'm gone, no one will understand you. You'll be too lonely."

Jiang Ning remained silent.

Yue Buqun laughed again.

"Ning'er, don't worry too much. Although there is no ascension in this world, there may be an underworld. When your master goes down there, I will wait for you down there. When the day is almost here, your master will come to pick you up."

"Master."

Even with Jiang Ning's composure, her eyes still reddened slightly at this moment.

"Don't cry."

Yue Buqun smiled and shook his head.

"I have no regrets in this life."

After saying that, Yue Buqun closed his eyes and never opened them again.

Hearing no movement from inside for a long time, Linghu Chong, Lu Dayou, and the others entered the room and immediately burst into tears.

Yue Buqun has passed away.

Chapter 811: My Name is Jiang Ning (The Finale)

In the same year, Ning Zhongze also left because she missed Yue Buqun too much.

Jiang Ning later often sat on the edge of the cliff in a daze.

The following year, Jiang Ning descended the mountain again.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Jiangning Eighty.

Over the past thirty years, Jiang Ning has traversed the land of China time and again, sweeping across it once and again. Now, no one in the world dares to call themselves a demon.

However, over the years, the Kunlun Sect's leader, Zhenshanzi, had already passed away before Yue Buqun, and the Hengshan and Taishan Sects' Master Dingxian and the Taishan Taoist had also passed away long ago, with each sect having a new leader.

Zhu Houzhao had already passed away, and his crown prince succeeded him. The newly enthroned emperor inherited Zhu Houzhao's ideas and implemented his will, and the Ming Dynasty ushered in another golden age.

That year, Jiang Ning returned to Mount Hua.

Linghu Chong is leaving too.

"Junior brother, your senior brother must take his leave first."

Linghu Chong, with his full head of white hair and deeply furrowed brows, looked at Jiang Ning and laughed.

Yue Lingshan passed away several years ago.

Linghu Chong looked at Jiang Ning with amazement in his eyes.

Now eighty years old, Jiang Ning's appearance seems to have changed little except for his white hair. He looks the same as he did back then, as if he had frozen in time after entering the Innate Realm.

Linghu Chong also passed away.

In the following years, Lu Dayou and others also left one after another, leaving only a handful of the original Huashan disciples who were of the same generation as Jiang Ning.

When Jiang Ning was eighty-six years old, Du Lanyin was also about to leave.

However, Du Lanyin wanted to see Jiang Ning one last time before she passed away.

Hospital bed.

Du Lanyin looked at Jiang Ning and sighed.

"I am old and frail, but my junior brother is still as dashing as ever."

Looking at herself now with white hair and wrinkles all over her face, her youthful years gone, while Jiang Ning remained unchanged as before, Du Lanyin was filled with emotion, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Junior brother, there's actually a question I've always wanted to ask you."

Du Lanyin looked at Jiang Ning, her expression moved.

"Please speak, senior sister."

"All these years, haven't you really noticed my heart?"

Du Lanyin looked at Jiang Ning with a serious expression.

Jiang Ning's lips moved slightly, but in the end, he did not speak.

Du Lanyin asked another question.

"Junior brother, you...you really never had feelings for me?"

Faced with Du Lanyin's question, Jiang Ning could only remain silent.

Seeing Jiang Ning's silent expression, Du Lanyin laughed, tears welling up in her eyes, before closing them.

Jiang Ning stood silently by Du Lanyin's bedside.

That year, Jiang Ning passed the leadership of the sect to Liu Zhao and faded from the martial world.

With Jiang Ning stepping down as the sect leader, the legend of Jiang Ning in the martial arts world has temporarily come to an end, and people in the martial arts world have various opinions about Jiang Ning's whereabouts.