Chapter 882 No Leaving
Chen Yang knew that Senior Qin Yi possessed the art of fate and was very powerful, but being able to deduce his name still surprised Chen Yang somewhat.
"By the time you read this letter, I will likely have failed my breakthrough, and you should have arrived at the Myriad Martial Hall."
"This name, Myriad Martial Hall, was given by me. Wu Ling always tells me that this place was not called this before, but he cannot recall its former name."
"The reason I named this place Myriad Martial Hall is because it is inherently the inheritance ground of myriad martial arts. All the techniques here have been passed down from thousands of years ago."
"As for Wu Ling, based on my speculation, it is not the spiritual power of a specific person, but the spiritual power of this Myriad Martial Hall."
Upon reading this, Chen Yang immediately thought of Zhou Shu.
Zhou Shu's true form was a bronze tree, an object devoid of life.
Yet, it eventually nurtured a sentient spiritual being.
Looking at the surrounding walls and the palaces outside, Chen Yang could already imagine Wu Ling's origin.
These palace complexes were the Myriad Martial Hall, and Wu Ling was also the Myriad Martial Hall!
Wu Ling, like Chen Shu, was spiritual power born from an inanimate object.
After digesting this information, Chen Yang continued reading.
"As someone who has been through this, I can offer you two optimal choices. The first is to remain and study all the techniques of the Myriad Martial Hall. Although the inheritance said you can only take one set of techniques, Wu Ling will not object if you continue to study here, and he may even personally guide you."
"The second choice is to select a set of techniques that suits you and descend the mountain, striving for a genuine chance of survival."
"When I chose to stay and study the Myriad Martial Hall's techniques, it was in preparation for my upcoming breakthrough. However, after so many years, the techniques I have learned constitute less than one-thousandth of the whole."
"During this time, I also attempted to challenge others, but I discovered that there are no martial artists stronger than me in this world. The peak of the Grandmaster realm is already invincible."
"Therefore, after repeated consideration, I attempted my breakthrough. The outcome was likely failure, but even so, I do not regret it."
In this letter, Chen Yang seemed to envision a resolute face.
The contents of the letter were not extensive, but what was contained within opened Chen Yang's eyes.
The Myriad Martial Hall's library was not limited to the visible floor; there were several more levels, accessible only through special methods.
Wu Ling was the key!
Senior Qin Yi's demise was not solely due to a failed breakthrough, but also due to another matter.
As for the contents of the other boxes, though Chen Yang had not opened them, he already knew what they contained from the letter.
One box contained Qin Yi's martial arts insights accumulated over the years, along with some techniques he had personally selected.
The other two boxes were filled to the brim with spirit stones and elixirs.
Although Senior Qin Yi was not particularly interested in alchemy or formations, after years of monotonous cultivation, he had dabbled in the paths of alchemy and formations.
Looking at the several overflowing boxes, Chen Yang couldn't help but sigh.
Such a powerful martial artist had ultimately fallen on that final path.
Rising, he collected the cushion into his necklace and exited the room.
The moment Chen Yang closed the door, the phantom figure in the courtyard reappeared.
However, this time the phantom did not vanish instantly. It turned to face Chen Yang, a smile on its face, and proclaimed in a clear voice, "The path to immortality is distant, fellow daoist. Travel well."
Wu Ling, who was in the main hall, was suddenly startled awake by this voice.
In the next second, he appeared beside Chen Yang.
Wu Ling did not look at Chen Yang. Instead, he stared at the empty courtyard and roared, "Qin Yi, you're not dead after all! Where are you? Hurry out! Do I have to find you myself?"
"Qin Yi!"
"Qin Yi!"
Wu Ling's voice held a hint of madness.
But the phantom figure did not reappear.
Seeing that his shouts yielded no response from the old man Qin Yi, Wu Ling gritted his teeth and entered the courtyard.
"Then I'll come in and find you! I want to see where you're hiding!"
Watching this scene unfold, Chen Yang was about to speak when Wu Ling suddenly turned to him and asked, "Chen Yang, you saw that old fellow Qin Yi just now, didn't you? Where did he go? I clearly heard his voice!"
Facing Wu Ling's interrogation, Chen Yang did not answer. Instead, he placed a hand on the door and said, "Senior Wu, I need to close the door now."
Wu Ling froze for several seconds, then his voice became somewhat hoarse as he looked at Chen Yang and choked out, "This is my home. I'll close the door myself. If you want to leave, then go!"
Wu Ling floated to the stone table in the courtyard and slowly sat down. A gentle breeze seemed to stir, as if he heard the call of a friend.
Seeing this, Chen Yang could only bow slowly to Wu Ling before turning to leave.
As Wu Ling sensed Chen Yang's departure, his spiritual power involuntarily trembled.
Alone in the courtyard, Wu Ling murmured to himself, "Why did he leave? Didn't you say someone would come to keep me company?"
As Wu Ling spoke, a phantom figure materialized beneath the date tree behind him.
This phantom figure cast a slightly apologetic, deep glance at Wu Ling, and in the next moment, its form dissipated into the heavens and earth.
Wu Ling seemed to sense the phantom's dissipation. He knew that in this vast palace, he was now truly alone.
A wave of sorrow washed over him. Suddenly, numerous memories flooded Wu Ling's mind.
In these memories, the palace was similarly dilapidated.
That day, someone easily ascended the nine thousand steps.
That person was as young as Chen Yang, and his eyes were filled with the same determination.
"You don't know what this place is called? Then from now on, it will be called the Myriad Martial Hall, and you will be called Wu Ling!"
"Heh heh, I'm a once-in-a-millennium genius. Give me some time, and I'll master all these techniques. If you don't believe me, let's make a bet?"
"Hahaha, I'm going down the mountain today to beat up those guys. Even if they all attack me together, they can't beat me."
"That fox died too. Before she died, she told me she wanted her clan to produce another peak Grandmaster. I promised her. Why do they, as demonic beasts, leave earlier than me? I can't understand!"
"Wu Ling, when I've truly learned all of this, can I go home?"
"I'm here to say goodbye today. My lifespan is running out, and I want to try one more time."
"Don't worry, Wu Ling. I've made arrangements. If I truly die, I definitely won't leave you alone. Look, this bronze tree will soon be able to talk to you, and there are Wu Bandao and Zhang Dao. When their strength improves, I'll arrange for them to find you on the mountain."
A moment later, Wu Ling slowly closed his eyes and said bitterly, "Yes, you knew all along. You knew Chen Yang wouldn't stay."