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

Some say Jiang Ning died of old age, while others say he attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven. In any case, Jiang Ning did not reappear in the martial arts world for the next few years.

In the tenth year since Jiangning faded from the martial arts world, Shaolin, which had been silent and closed off from the mountains, seemed to be stirring again. It began to send its disciples to travel around the world. Although it did not lift the closure, the whole martial arts world knew that Shaolin had begun to become active again.

Fourteen years after Jiangning faded from the political scene, the golden age was also coming to an end. It seems that every dynasty's golden age ends in turmoil, and the dynasty gradually declines. It seems that this is an inevitable part of history.

People began to emerge in the martial arts world claiming to be demonic, wreaking havoc on the martial arts world and ravaging the people.

Some people began calling out Jiang Ning's name, begging him to save them.

late at night.

Mount Hua.

Do you think I'm old?

"Can't you lift the sword anymore?"

Jiang Ning sat at the dimly lit table, muttering to himself, the candlelight illuminating his face.

At the age of one hundred, the same rage that he felt when he was sixteen years old, a rage that seemed to burn away all the evil in the world, rekindled in his eyes.

This year.

Jiang Ning descended the mountain again.

After fourteen years of silence, Jiang Ning reappeared in the martial arts world, stirring up a bloody storm.

This time, Jiang Ning once again reminded the martial arts world of him.

Some newly arrived martial artists didn't believe that Jiang Ning, who was already a hundred years old, could still possess such unfathomable martial arts skills, and as a result, they all became Jiang Ning's victims.

This time, Jiang Ning's sweep of the martial arts world resulted in more deaths than in the previous decades combined, almost wiping out the entire martial arts world.

The martial arts world fell silent once again.

Shaolin Temple, which was already in a semi-closed state and ready to announce the lifting of the closure at any time, summoned all its disciples back overnight. The current abbot of Shaolin lamented late at night why Jiang Ning was still alive.

This sweep in Jiangning lasted for a full sixty years.

After sixty years of sweeping cleanup, no one in the martial arts world dared to utter a sound, and no high-ranking official or noble family dared to step forward. The dynasty also stabilized once again.

Out of gratitude, the newly enthroned emperor bestowed upon Jiang Ning the title of Savior of the World.

Jiang Ning returned to Mount Hua at the age of 160.

Several years later.

"Grandmaster, we want to hear more."

A group of Huashan disciples, around seven or eight years old, surrounded a middle-aged man with white hair, making noise.

The middle-aged man with white hair looked at them and smiled.

"What else would you like to hear?"

A Huashan disciple said in a childish voice, "We want to hear the story of how our grandmaster seized the Zhenwu Sword when he was surrounded by the Demonic Sect."

"Yes, we've heard the legends of our master since we first entered the sect. We can't get enough of his stories."

"Which part do you want to hear? Okay."

The white-haired middle-aged man is Jiang Ning. Although his appearance has changed since he turned 180, he still looks like a middle-aged man.

Hearing his disciples and grand-disciples curious about his past, Jiang Ning didn't find it annoying and happily began to tell them.

Even after Jiang Ning finished speaking, all the Huashan disciples were still immersed in his story.

After a long while.

A Huashan disciple snapped out of his daze and looked at Jiang Ning curiously.

“Grandmaster, I heard from my master that she was only seven years old when she first entered the sect. At that time, Grandmaster was already... Now my master is over fifty years old, but Grandmaster looks younger than my master. Grandmaster seems to never grow old.”

At this moment, another disciple spoke up.

"It would be good if our Grandmaster never grew old, so that he could protect our Huashan Sect forever, and protect our descendants."

"hehe."

Jiang Ning laughed.

"No one can escape aging. Our master will also pass away sooner or later. Birth, aging, sickness and death are the natural laws, and our master is no exception."

"what?"

When the young disciples of Mount Hua heard that their master was going to die, they couldn't help but feel nervous.

"I don't want my master to die."

"Yes, we can't bear to part with our master. We want our master to protect us forever."

As he listened, a faint smile appeared on Jiang Ning's face.

Ten years later.

After thirty years of seclusion in the martial world, Jiang Ning, now 190 years old, felt restless and chose to descend the mountain once again.

This time, all the Huashan disciples, including the current sect leader, knelt before Jiang Ning.

"How long will it take for our grandmaster to return from this trip down the mountain?"

Liu Zhao's grand-disciple has now become the new sect leader, Wen Dao.

Jiang Ning smiled.

"He might not come back."

The sect leader was taken aback upon hearing this. He realized that Jiang Ning was already 190 years old and might never return after going down the mountain. He felt a pang of sorrow and begged Jiang Ning not to go down the mountain.

"Grandmaster, please stay at Mount Hua."

The other Huashan disciples also wept.

"Grandmaster, we grew up listening to your stories, and we all admire you very much. What will we do if you leave us?"

Hearing their cries, Jiang Ning's faint smile faded slightly. He looked up at the sky, lost in thought.

What will you do?

After a long while, Jiang Ning finally spoke, muttering to himself.

"Only God knows."

After saying this, Jiang Ning turned and went down the mountain, never looking back.

Jiang Ning didn't know how long he walked or where he was going. He would walk to a place randomly, stop for a while, and then walk again, until many years later.

"Help!"

A mother and daughter were cornered in an alley by several thugs.

"Young lady, you're quite pretty. Do you have a husband?"

The thugs stared at the old woman's daughter with wicked smiles, occasionally reaching out to pat her.

"Let go, let go of my daughter."

The old woman stood in front of her daughter and exclaimed in surprise.

"How dare you do this in broad daylight?"

"Humph!"

One of the thugs sneered.

“Your deadbeat husband owes money to our Ruyi Fang. If he can’t pay it back, he’ll use your daughter as collateral.”

The old woman said angrily, "You set a trap for my husband, driving him to desperation and suicide. Now you want to bully us, a widow and orphan. Is there any justice in this world?"

"That's beyond my control. All I know is that it's only right to pay back debts."

These thugs acted with impunity, reaching out to grab the old woman.

"If you owe money and can't pay it back, according to the rules, you must give someone as collateral. Hand over your daughter!"

"no!"

The old woman struggled to pull her hands away from the thugs, which only angered them, and they kicked her to the ground.

"Behave yourself, do you really think I wouldn't dare do anything to you, you old widow? If you piss me off, I'll beat you to death right now!"

Several thugs punched and kicked the old woman, who cried out in pain.

The old woman wept upon seeing this and quickly stepped forward to separate them, saying...

"Stop hitting my mother, I'll go with you."

Hearing the old woman's daughter speak, the thugs stopped and looked at the old woman's beautiful daughter with wicked smiles.

"That's right, just follow us obediently, why make so much trouble?"

As they spoke, the thugs were about to take the old woman away. The old woman, lying on the ground, watched this scene and felt that the world was unjust, so she cried out.

"Good families are driven to desperation, while evildoers lord it over everyone. Is there no justice left in this world?!"

"The principles of heaven?"

One of the thugs turned around and sneered, "In this place, I am the law."

“Take her daughter away.”

Several thugs were about to leave the alley with the old woman and child when, without warning, a middle-aged man with white hair stood at the alley entrance, just watching them.

"Who's blocking our way? Do you have a death wish? Get out of here!"

"That's right, while the old men are in a good mood, if you don't leave now, we'll beat you up too."

Several thugs shouted.

Jiang Ning looked at them, then turned his gaze to the thug who had spoken earlier.

"You're saying you're the embodiment of justice?"

The thug said arrogantly.

"It was me who said it, so what?"

No sooner had the thug finished speaking than a bloody hole appeared on his forehead, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.