Chapter 190

Chapter 190: The Blind Old Monk, Chen Shisan Becomes a Disciple

Chen Changsheng’s words left Qian Bao’er speechless in shock.

She had never imagined that Chen Changsheng would have such a significant background.

Among the three, the calmest was undoubtedly Chen Shisan.

In his eyes, Chen Changsheng was just Chen Changsheng, and the teacher was still the teacher.

No matter what identity he held, his attitude toward him remained the same.

To put it more directly, he only recognized Chen Changsheng as a person; his other identities were irrelevant to him.

“Creak~”

The iron shovel plunged into the ground, turning over the soil mixed with dead branches and leaves.

“Sir, is this person powerful?”

Chen Shisan, who was helping to dig a grave, casually asked.

Upon hearing this, Chen Changsheng replied, “Of course he’s powerful. During a certain period, he was a formidable opponent of the Emperor Huangtian.”

“And afterwards?”

“After that, he died. Otherwise, where would this grave come from?”

“This person really was powerful; after all, the Emperor Huangtian was truly astonishing. Anyone who faced the Emperor only faced defeat.”

“If he hadn’t lived in the same era as the Emperor Huangtian, he would definitely have achieved great things.”

While speaking, Chen Changsheng’s iron shovel hit something hard.

He dug it out to reveal a jade coffin.

After retrieving the coffin and standing before the already collapsed tombstone, Chen Changsheng calmly said, “Kneel!”

“Thump!”

Chen Shisan obediently knelt down, while Chen Changsheng quietly stared at the jade coffin.

“I came because I didn’t want to disturb you, but I truly have no other choice. This road has only been traversed the furthest by you.”

“I believe you can understand my feelings, after all, we could be considered enemies.”

“If it weren’t for a desperate situation, how would I come to find you?”

After saying this to the coffin, Chen Changsheng turned to Chen Shisan and said, “Bow your head; from now on, he will be your teacher.”

Upon hearing this, Chen Shisan glanced at the decaying tombstone and said,

“Sir, if you want me to become a disciple, you should at least let me know my master’s name.”

“That makes sense. I’ll say it once myself, and remember it well.”

“The master who will teach you swordsmanship is the Grand Elder Jiang Feng, the number one swordmaster of the Kunlun Sacred Ground.”

“Even the former Emperor Huangtian had to retreat three steps in the face of his sword.”

“Jiang Feng lost to fate, not to the Emperor Huangtian; you must remember this.”

After hearing Chen Changsheng’s description, Chen Shisan respectfully bowed three times to Jiang Feng’s grave and sincerely said to the tombstone,

“Master, judging by Sir’s tone, it seems you used to be Sir’s enemy.”

“Sir has treated me kindly, so I can’t help you fight him.”

“However, if Sir says you lost to fate, then one day, I will draw my sword against fate to avenge you.”

“Creak~”

After finishing the discipleship ritual, Chen Shisan also opened the jade coffin that had lost its luster.

Inside were a skeleton and three pieces of green peaks; those were the only two items in the coffin.

Taking out the three pieces of green peaks from the coffin, Chen Changsheng solemnly handed them to Chen Shisan.

After receiving the treasure sword in his hand, Chen Shisan carefully examined it.

Upon observation, Chen Shisan discovered that the sword in his hand was broken.

“Sir, did this sword break before?”

“Yes, this three pieces of green peaks once broke during the process of fighting against unmelting bones, but then it was reforged by Jiang Feng.”

“Ever since that reforging, the sword in Jiang Feng’s hand has never broken again, not even when facing the Emperor Huangtian.”

“This sword has accompanied Jiang Feng throughout his entire life; there is no one in the world who understands Jiang Feng’s swordsmanship better than it.”

“How much you can comprehend from it depends on your own efforts.”

After speaking, Chen Changsheng turned and walked off into the distance.

Seeing this, Tianxuan instinctively asked, “Sir, where are you going?”

“I suddenly want to see an old acquaintance. I’ll be leaving for a while; you continue on your way.”

As his voice faded, Chen Changsheng’s figure completely disappeared, leaving three young people staring blankly.

……

In the Central Courtyard and the Northern Desert.

“Old Monk, come chase us!”

A group of children waved an old, tattered monk’s robe. An old monk, blind and with a withered figure, was furious.

“Brats!”

“If you keep this up, I won’t chant scriptures for you anymore.”

“Not listening!”

“We don’t want to hear your scriptures anyway; I left your tattered robe here, come take it yourself.”

Saying this, one child placed the worn robe on a large rock.

Once the robe was set down, the children immediately scattered.

The blind old monk smiled, then skillfully walked over to the stone and began chanting scriptures.

This was something he experienced every day; each time his robe was taken, it would always end up here.

The faint sound of scriptures drifted with the wind, bringing tranquility to the nearby village.

After finishing the chant, the old monk reached out to grab the robe.

However, when his hand should have touched the robe, this time he grasped only air.

Seeing this, the old monk’s nose twitched as he laughed, “It’s been so many years, and you come right in to bully this blind old monk; do you have no conscience?”

“Blind?”

“What a grand joke. I think you see clearer than anyone right now.”

A voice entered the old monk’s ears.

Chen Changsheng appeared on the large stone, holding the old monk’s tattered robe.

“Honestly, finding you is really difficult.”

Hearing Chen Changsheng’s words, the old monk turned around and groped his way back to his thatched hut.

“Difficult to find? Yet you found me. I really don’t know why you only come at meal times. It’s so annoying.”

While grumbling, the old monk set up bowls and chopsticks.

Two bowls of coarse rice, two pairs of chopsticks, one bowl of boiled cabbage—this was the old monk’s dinner for today.

Looking at such a simple meal, Chen Changsheng did not complain; instead, he picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily.

The old monk chewed slowly, while Chen Changsheng enjoyed his meal with gusto, creating a sharp contrast between the two styles.

After half a cup of tea, Chen Changsheng was the first to put down his bowls and chopsticks.

Looking at the old monk, who was chewing slowly, Chen Changsheng smiled and said, “Once the Demon Monk Xuanxin, how did you end up a blind and ugly old bald man?”

“Just so you know, back then your face could charm countless young girls.”

Hearing this, the old monk smiled faintly and said, “It’s just skin; nothing worth paying attention to. It’s something everyone must experience.”

“I’m not like you, forever young and immortal.”

“If you have something to say, just say it; if not, you wouldn’t come find me.”

Facing Xuanxin’s words, Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment and then spoke, “I need to go to the Northern Desert.”

“Then go ahead. That bald man there isn’t your match, and Wu Li left something for you there.”

“I want to fight on the Ascension Road again!”

At this remark, Xuanxin’s chopsticks came to a stop.

“You’ve been to the Ascension Road before?”

“Yes, but I was defeated, so I want to go again.”