novelapdf #759 - uninvited guest
#759 - uninvited guest
However, the senior before him had broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage overnight, despite appearing to be nearly a hundred years old with a wizened face.
After all, Foundation Establishment cultivators enjoyed a lifespan of two hundred years, and this senior still had half his life to live. Moreover, his strength was unfathomable, far beyond anything he could ever hope to achieve.
Thinking of this, he felt even more awe in his heart. He bowed respectfully, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, including admiration for the senior's achievement and lamentation for his own cultivation path.
"Thank you, Senior, for your generosity in not making things difficult for me," he said. Then, he slowly turned around, his steps light but firm, as if at that moment, his path of cultivation had become clearer.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Li Chengfeng's mouth, and his voice was gentle and refined as he softly said, "I know what puzzles you is how one can succeed in Foundation Establishment overnight.
However, the Dao of Foundation Establishment is profound and extraordinary, beyond the ability of words to fully describe.
It is like a lamp in everyone's heart, unique to each individual, and only oneself can comprehend it.
All cultivators in the world are unique beings between heaven and earth. Only you can walk your path. As long as the direction is correct, Foundation Establishment will come naturally."
Li Chengfeng's words revealed a worldly wisdom, but his expression changed, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "However, judging from your recent luck, you seem to be shrouded in a bloody disaster.
Perhaps leaving this dilapidated temple and traveling far away might allow you to find a glimmer of hope."
Upon hearing this, the lame disciple Zhao Baichuan's face revealed a determined expression. He shook his head, his voice filled with unquestionable resolution: "My master's kindness to me is as heavy as a mountain, like that of my own parents. How could I leave him when he needs me?
Although this dilapidated temple is simple and the path of cultivation is full of hardships, it is here that I was able to step into the third level of Qi Refining.
Now that my master is old and has no hope of forming a core, I cannot abandon him. I, Zhao Baichuan, am definitely not an ungrateful person."
Li Chengfeng did not say anything more upon hearing this, but simply nodded gently, a trace of helplessness flashing in his eyes.
Some people's fate is like a stubborn stone, no matter how you hammer it, it is difficult to change its shape.
This is the power of fate, and even he, Li Chengfeng, cannot easily change it.
After the lame disciple Zhao Baichuan turned and left, Li Chengfeng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his face instantly turned as pale as paper.
His white hair swayed gently in the breeze, and a few strands quietly fell out, as if the years had left indelible marks on him.
He sighed and said, "The art of fate is too profound and mysterious. Changing fate against the heavens can only change one's own destiny, but it cannot control others.
Otherwise, one will suffer the backlash of the Heavenly Dao. Even changing one's own destiny is still a gamble with forbidden techniques.
Once involved, one becomes an enemy of fate. Trying to peep into the Heavenly Dao with the art of small fate is simply courting death?"
His voice echoed in the empty dilapidated temple, filled with an unspeakable desolation and helplessness.
Thinking of this, Li Chengfeng's eyes were bright, flashing with the light of wisdom that understood the world.
He understood in his heart that he did not care about Zhao Baichuan's departure, as if all worldly relationships were just fleeting clouds, returning to dust in the spring, and all things returning to their origin.
For him, although the path of worldly heart training was shortened because of this, it was not a big deal.
After all, worldly love lasts for a lifetime of a hundred years, or even hundreds of years. Even more, some people are immersed in the world and unable to extricate themselves, and ultimately miss the opportunity to advance to the half-step God Transformation stage, all because their Dao hearts are not firm and their Dao rhymes are incomplete.
Li Chengfeng was not trapped by these secular thoughts, but calmly sat cross-legged, his heart without waves.
Even though the book had been taken away, he did not care, because the essence of the book, the word 'fate' in that chapter, had been deeply imprinted in his soul, transforming into a unique fate rune, strange and mysterious, like below people and above ten thousand, rotating in circles, strange and unpredictable.
He closed his eyes again and focused his mind, his soul sinking deep down, and began to carefully observe the fate rune.
As he observed, a phantom of fate gradually emerged behind him, a long river of fate, reflecting each other with the river of the future and the river of history, with countless tributaries flowing within, each tributary representing a fate, a future.
And among these countless fates, there was one that was particularly special, and that was Li Chengfeng's own fate.
He sat there quietly, as if he had merged with the river of fate behind him, feeling the ups and downs and flow of his own destiny.
He, Li Chengfeng, lived a simple life, enjoying teaching and educating people, and often immersed himself in the understanding of fate and the Dao of fate. He had great ambitions and vowed to change his fate against the heavens, but what he changed was only his own fate.
Time flies, and more than three months have passed in the blink of an eye.
One day, Li Chengfeng suddenly opened his eyes, his brows furrowed, as if he had sensed something. Just then, two uninvited guests arrived quietly.
Daoist Xizhao brought his disciple Zhao Baichuan and came to the outside of the courtyard gate together.
Li Chengfeng saw at a glance that the disciple's cultivation had reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and the speed of advancement was astonishing.
His heart trembled, and he examined it carefully, and immediately understood the reason.
The reason why this disciple's cultivation had improved so rapidly was obviously because he had taken a large number of pills to promote his cultivation.
Although this method can improve cultivation in a short period of time, the consequences are extremely serious.
If it cannot be properly controlled, it is likely to cause the body to explode due to the surge in cultivation, and even when fighting with others, inner demons will grow and defeat will come before the battle.
Li Chengfeng stood at the door, looking at the scenery outside the courtyard with deep eyes, as if he could see through the long river of fate.
Daoist Xizhao stood outside the courtyard, holding the Book of Fate tightly in his hand, his eyes bright and his mind spinning.
"Fellow Daoist, can you let the old Dao enter the house? I want to discuss the Dao with you, I wonder if Fellow Daoist is willing?"
The voice carried a hint of anticipation.
Daoist Xizhao had read the Book of Fate no less than a thousand times. Ever since Li Chengfeng established Foundation overnight and cultivated the aura of righteousness, he had felt awe in his heart.
So, he gave up all distracting thoughts and almost turned this Dao scroll into tatters, but still could not understand the true meaning.
So, today he took his disciple and embarked on a journey to explore Li Chengfeng's true face.
When they arrived at their destination, they did not rush in, but quietly observed from the outside, trying to capture some of Li Chengfeng's aura from the clues.
At first, they did not notice anything unusual, but as time went by, a sense of inexplicable palpitation quietly surged into their hearts.
Just then, his eyes were attracted by the couplet at the door: "My fate is up to me, not up to heaven, even the way of heaven is in vain; horizontal scroll, change fate against the heavens."
The domineering spirit revealed between the lines of this couplet made him scoff, and he laughed secretly in his heart: These Confucian Daoists are really ignorant, full of sour Confucianism, but their tone is not small.