#978 - After saying goodbye before death, don’t you want to see each other again in this life?

Jun Wuxie took out the True Martial Sword Manual.

Chengyuan Zhenren, Nan Jin, Yun Shu, Yi Ling, and Han Ye all gathered around.

Looking at the ancient book in front of him, Chengyuan Zhenren opened the pages with trembling hands.

Inside were lines of text, all in ancient divine script.

As cultivators, they had some knowledge of the writings of various eras, excluding the prehistoric Immortal Ancient script, and could still recognize them.

They discovered that the cultivation method recorded within was indeed different from the True Martial Sword Manual they practiced, but very similar.

However, the True Martial Sword Manual in this book was much more detailed.

They frowned, their faces showing astonishment.

They recognized each word of this True Martial method, but when these words were connected, they could barely understand them, unable to comprehend their meaning or the Dao and principles they expounded, feeling like they were looking at a heavenly book.

“The complete method left by the ancestor is too profound. I can't understand it for a while…” Chengyuan Zhenren cast a questioning look at Jun Wuxie, “Wuxie, you said there are methods of Qi and blood fusion and force penetration inside, but I don't understand which are the cultivation techniques that describe this Dao. How did you understand it?”

This was not only his question, but also the question in the hearts of his four disciples, all looking at Jun Wuxie.

“Perhaps it is because I have obtained the approval of the ancestor's inheritance that I can barely understand the principles of the more basic methods.”

Jun Wuxie said, closing the ancient book, and said, “Later on, Master, senior brothers, and senior sisters don't need to read it for the time being. The more you get to the back of this True Martial method, the more difficult it is to understand.”

“Yes, the complete method is too profound…” Chengyuan Zhenren couldn't help but show a self-deprecating expression, “Now that I know that the method I practice is incomplete, and the complete method is right in front of me, I can't understand it, and I don't understand the Dao and principles it expounds, so I can't cultivate the complete method…”

Nan Jin, Yun Shu, Yi Ling, and Han Ye were all silent when they heard this.

What a helpless and sad thing this was.

The complete method was right in front of them, but they couldn't cultivate it.

“Master, senior brothers, and senior sisters, you don't need to feel lost. Give me some time, and I will study the initial chapter carefully. When I understand its essence, I will share it with you, and then you can cultivate it.”

“That's the only way. We can only place our hope on you now.” Chengyuan Zhenren nodded and said, “Did you get the True Martial Blood Pill?”

“I got it. It's in a jade box. Because the medicinal Qi will be lost every time it's opened, I won't take it out for you to see.”

Jun Wuxie didn't tell the truth. The True Martial Blood Pill was too extraordinary, so it was better to keep it a secret.

The senior brothers and senior sisters couldn't use it at all at the moment.

With their physical strength, they couldn't withstand the domineering effect of the Blood Pill.

Moreover, with their current talent growth intensity, using the True Martial Blood Pill would be too wasteful. They have to wait until their talent growth intensity breaks through some levels before using it.

Therefore, he planned to keep it first, and then take it out when the time was right, giving each of his master, senior brothers, and senior sisters one.

This kind of thing can only obtain the full effect when used for the first time, maximizing the benefits. If it is used again in the future, the origin inside will not be able to allow the user to break through the talent growth intensity, but can only improve the realm.

Jun Wuxie himself only planned to use one, and he could keep the rest for those who needed it in the future.

The origin in the True Martial Blood Pill can also be used to help Aunt Jing heal her injuries in the future.

“The ancestor left a bronze hall.” He stretched out his palm, and a bronze hall the size of an inch floated in his palm, “Master, try to use the True Qi cultivated by the True Martial method to activate it.”

“The Eight Nine Mysterious Hall?”

They all carefully observed this miniature bronze hall, feeling the mysterious aura permeating it.

“The ancestor had many secrets back then. Apart from himself, no one knew about these things. I really don't know why the ancestor did this.”

Chengyuan Zhenren knew in his heart that the ancestor must have his own ideas, and there must be a reason for doing so, but he still couldn't let go of it, because the True Martial lineage had really not had an easy time for thousands of years.

He held the Eight Nine Mysterious Hall in his hand and injected True Qi into it.

However, the Eight Nine Mysterious Hall was still in a state of dormancy, and there seemed to be no reaction at all.

“Master, what do you feel?”

Jun Wuxie asked, could it be that it wasn't what he guessed?

“I feel like I have a slight connection with this Eight Nine Mysterious Hall, but that connection is too weak, so I can't activate it.”

“It seems that the True Martial power is effective. Perhaps it is because the True Martial method we practice is not complete that this is the case. In the future, when we cultivate the complete method, we should be able to awaken this Eight Nine Mysterious Hall.”

“You're right.” Chengyuan Zhenren put the Eight Nine Mysterious Hall back into Jun Wuxie's hand and said, “Leave these things to you for safekeeping. Regarding the complete method, don't be too hasty. Take your time and don't put too much pressure on yourself. The days are long and we can wait.”

… …

They returned to that courtyard.

The courtyard was very large, with many houses inside.

Yi Ling brought Jun Wuxie and Jing Ya to the front of one of the empty houses and said, “Junior brother, you and Aunt Jing will live here from now on. When you were in the True Martial Ancient Hall, senior sister came back and cleaned up here.”

Yi Ling said, pushing open the door, and said, “Junior brother, Aunt Jing, take a look. What are you lacking? Feel free to say anything you need.”

“Third senior sister, this is already very good. I'm just a rough man and don't have so many requirements. Aunt Jing doesn't have so many requirements either, and third senior sister has already arranged it very well.”

“Okay, you and Aunt Jing rest first. Third senior sister won't bother you. If you need anything, junior brother must tell third senior sister. Just treat this place as your home.”

“Okay, third senior sister, walk slowly.”

Jun Wuxie watched Yi Ling leave, and then walked into the house.

This house was a suite, with a living room and two bedrooms.

“Aunt Jing, in the next few days, you don't need to call me when it's time to eat. Now that I've finally settled down, I should spend some time cultivating.”

“Go ahead.”

Jing Ya sent him to the bedroom door, and then closed the door for him.

Jun Wuxie set up a barrier, went to bed and sat down cross-legged, and entered the Eternal Divine Hall.

He stepped into the Tomb of Soldiers to receive the tempering of the soldiers' will and temper his body.

When his body was tempered to the limit that could be reached in his current realm, he withdrew from the Tomb of Soldiers and came to the front of the Town Universe Tower.

“Qingxue, after a farewell before death, don't you want to see me again in life?”

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure gradually appeared in the void in front of him. It was Ye Qingxue, without a mask, beautiful to the point of suffocation. Those beautiful eyes, as if reflecting the endless starry sky, stared at him.

Their eyes met, and her eyes gradually became a little crystalline.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he stretched his hand out to her.

A slender and delicate hand was placed in his hand, and his fingers passed through the gaps between his fingers, interlocking tightly.

“The Heavenly Emperor shouldn't have tears.”

His voice was very gentle, gently wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

“I'm not crying.”

Ye Qingxue said without much confidence.

Jun Wuxie smiled and took her for a walk in the vast space of the Eternal Divine Hall.

“I have a cultivation method here. It's difficult for me to comprehend its essence with my own ability. You help me interpret its Dao and principles. It's best to analyze it and reverse engineer the creator's state of mind when he created this method, and deduce the original true meaning when this Dao was created.”

After he and Ye Qingxue walked a long way, he gave her the True Martial Sword Manual.

“Now that you have recovered most of your previous memories, you have the cultivation insights and experience of the Supreme God Realm. In addition, I will analyze and interpret it for you, so this Emperor-level method is not that difficult.”

Ye Qingxue flipped through the ancient book, turning the pages very quickly, almost skimming through them. In just a few breaths, she finished reading the entire method.

“Watch carefully, I will deduce the entire creation process of the creator. You watch it once first, and then I will slowly explain and analyze it for you.”

The True Martial Sword Manual flew up from Ye Qingxue's hand and floated in front of her. The pages of the book automatically opened, and the words inside were projected into the void one by one, constructing a series of pictures.

In the picture, there was a heroic and dignified figure waving a heavy sword. His body was semi-transparent, and the route of True Qi containing the rules of the Great Dao running in his body could be clearly seen.

As Jun Wuxie watched, everything around him disappeared. He seemed to have walked into the time and space where the creator of the True Martial Sword Manual was back then, watching him create the method up close.

Moreover, the creator's understanding of the True Martial Dao when creating the method, etc., seemed to be in sync with his mind, allowing him to clearly perceive the essence of True Martial.

He knew this was Ye Qingxue's method.

A powerhouse in the Heavenly Emperor Realm was truly terrifying.

Time passed little by little.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed.

Inside a room in the True Martial Peak Courtyard, the furnishings here were very simple. Apart from a bed and a set of tables and chairs, there was only a shelf next to the bed.

On the shelf were many books and an old wooden box.

On this morning, after the people of True Martial Peak had breakfast, Nan Jin returned to his room.

He stood in front of the shelf and carefully took down the old wooden box on it.

Although the box was old, it was very clean and spotless.

He held the box up with True Qi, pushed the wheelchair to the table with one hand, and placed the box on the table.

He gently stroked the wooden box and opened it. Inside were only two wrinkled Qiankun bags.

Nan Jin opened one of the Qiankun bags and poured out the contents. They were low-grade Saint Spirit Pills, the common currency of the Upper Realm.

“One, two, three…”

He counted them one by one, putting the counted Saint Spirit Pills back into the storage bag.

“Why are there only ten thousand or so…”

He sighed helplessly. After so many years, all his savings were here.

After being promoted to a personal disciple, he received a monthly stipend of a thousand low-grade Saint Spirit Pills. However, due to his physical condition, he had to spend Saint Spirit Pills to purchase certain resources. Over the years, he hadn't saved much.

In recent years, the new steward of the Resource Hall had consistently deducted from his stipend, reducing it from a thousand low-grade Saint Spirit Pills to five hundred.

His junior sister and brother had once wanted to argue for him, but he stopped them.

He knew that the steward had someone backing him. If they clashed, the True Martial Peak would ultimately suffer, leading to a reduction in the stipends and resources of everyone on the peak.

He tightened the opening of the Qiankun bag containing the Saint Spirit Pills, then opened another wrinkled Qiankun bag and poured out the contents.

This Qiankun bag also contained pills, but they were different from the hard currency of Saint Spirit Pills.

These were Spirit Rhythm Pills, tinged with a faint green color, and were the primary cultivation resource used by all disciples in the Saint realm of the sect.

True inheritors received ten pills each month.

Nan Jin's Spirit Rhythm Pills had patches of mottled spots on them.

These were inferior Spirit Rhythm Pills refined by the sect.

The inferior pills contained impurities that hadn't been completely removed, greatly reducing the pills' effectiveness, only reaching one-third of the effect of a qualified Spirit Rhythm Pill.

Even these substandard Spirit Rhythm Pills, he didn't receive the full amount each month.

Over the years, he would use some Spirit Rhythm Pills himself to ensure that the remaining Saint Spirit True Qi in his disabled body didn't degrade.

His physical disability was severe, and he also suffered from a hidden ailment, making it difficult to absorb Saint Spirit Origin Qi from the world. He could only supplement it with pills and other resources.

"I really don't have much savings. Even these substandard Spirit Rhythm Pills only amount to a few dozen."

After finishing his inventory, he tucked the two storage bags into his chest and pushed his wheelchair out.

… …

"Nan Jin, are you here to see Wu Xie?"

Jing Ya saw Nan Jin arrive in his wheelchair and immediately walked forward.

"Greetings, Aunt Jing. Is Junior Brother here?"

Nan Jin stopped in front of Jun Wu Xie's room.

"Wu Xie has been cultivating these days. If you have something urgent, I will wake him up."

"Aunt Jing, there's no need. Don't disturb Junior Brother's cultivation. It's still early, so I'll just wait for him here."

"Well, alright, but Wu Xie doesn't know when he will finish cultivating."

"It doesn't matter. I'm idle anyway. Aunt Jing, if you have something to do, go ahead and don't worry about me."

"I'll wait here with you."

Jing Ya shook her head. Jun Wu Xie was cultivating, and his senior brother had come, so she couldn't just leave him here. How could she walk away?