Chapter 0029

Chapter 29: Teaching All Beings!

One by one, everyone’s cultivation surged like crazy.

Shang Guan Wu Hui looked renewed and much younger, as if he had returned to his youth.

Shang Guan Wu Gou lost all signs of illness. Her small face turned rosy and relaxed with joy. Even more shocking, spiritual energy rose from her body though she had never cultivated. In the blink of an eye she completed Foundation Establishment and stepped into the postnatal realm.

The little demoness glowed all over. She broke past the limit of the Heart Union Realm and set half a foot into the Sky Slashing Realm. Long Ling Yun’s cultivation also reached the peak of the Heart Union Realm.

As for the disciples of the Upper Clarity Sect, their gains were huge. Some even stepped straight into the Heart Union Realm.

Those outside looked at the people inside the sea of fire and went red eyed with envy. Even from far away they could hear Shang Guan Wu Hui’s wild laughter.

Someone grumbled and almost rushed into the flames to steal a share: “That old scoundrel made a fortune. He not only saved his daughter, he also got a batch of genius disciples. That one kneel was worth it.”

But in a blink the fire went out. This feast did not belong to them.

They sighed and beat their chests in regret, yet soon they had no time to moan.

The thick Vital Wind swept across heaven and earth and washed everyone without picking favorites.

Tang Qi’s eyes were about to split with rage. Even while bathing in the Vital Wind, he could not feel a bit of joy. He stared at Zhou Tong shining like a god on the high platform and felt a jealousy that nearly tore him apart: “How can this be? Why is it like this? You hateful heaven, how can you be so unfair to me!”

He snapped at the old man inside his Signet Ring, his voice edged with anger: “Master, you said it was impossible!”

Silence was his only answer, and it lasted too long.

He shouted again: “What is it? Speak!”

At last the old man sighed: “I was ignorant. I have never seen such a method. Perhaps he is special.”

Tang Qi clenched his teeth and raged: “No. In this world only I am the most special. No one can shine brighter than me!”

“Calm down, brat. Do not fall into madness,” the old man barked. The shout held him back for the moment.

Tang Qi’s eyes turned vicious as he hissed: “I will ruin that piece of trash. I will steal all the women around him and make him hated by everyone again.”

He bargained with a hard tone: “Master, you must help me, or my mind will not be clear. Then I cannot help you rebuild your body.”

The old man answered with a dark promise: “Fine. I agree. I already prepared a curse Array Arts strong enough to cling to Zhou Tong with bad luck. I also refined a Love Gu. Plant it in those women, and they will be yours without question.”

Tang Qi laughed, his eyes bright with excitement as he looked at Zhou Tong on the platform and smirked: “Great. Thank you, Master.”

He whispered through his teeth: “Wait for me. I will drag you back into the dust and make you fall with no return.”

Zhou Tong smiled faintly. With his supreme spiritual power, he had already heard their secret talk word for word.

He thought with a cold interest: [A curse Array Arts? A Love Gu? Interesting.]

He remembered in his last life Tang Qi never used these tricks. They must have side effects. It looked like the man was truly desperate this time. [If he dares to act, I will show him what real cruelty means.]

Zhou Tong raised his hand and shouted to the world: “Great wind, surge!”

The Vital Wind grew even stronger and poured into every person, helping them shed the old and be reborn.

Many strong cultivators ended their long seclusions early and stepped out, eyes full of confusion.

One muttered with doubt: “This is wrong. Heaven’s timing has not come, yet the Vital Wind arrived fifty years early. I cannot tell if this is a blessing or a disaster.”

Another waved him off and sat down to breathe the wind without restraint: “Who cares? This is a grand fortune. If you want to waste it, go ahead.”

In the core great hall of Enforcement City, a withered, aged figure slowly opened his eyes.

Death qi wrapped him from head to toe. He was a man at the end of his years.

But as he opened his eyes, sharp light flashed in the muddy depths, as bright as thunder. It pierced space and landed on Zhou Tong.

The old man spread his arms and laughed: “Good brat, to draw the Vital Wind. It seems my life is not over. I can still fight a few more years.”

He took a deep breath. In an instant, the Vital Wind within a hundred li flowed into his body.

It happened so fast that no one noticed, but Zhou Tong could not be fooled.

His spiritual power crossed the empty sky and fell on the old man.

Zhou Tong murmured with a wry smile: “Well now, I just saw an old monster.” He knew this elder was even stronger than Mu Rong Ya at her peak.

Across dozens of li, their eyes met. The old man’s body glowed with fresh life. He gave a small nod, then looked away.

The gale did not stop. The joy did not end. This rare age of fortune lasted for three full days.

At another dusk, the Vital Wind finally calmed. Pure joy lit people’s faces, clean and free of any shadow.

A voice rose from the crowd and was quickly echoed by many: “This blessing was a gift from Young Master Zhou Tong!”

They lifted their heads and looked at Zhou Tong with gratitude, but the youth’s face was solemn. Words of thanks stuck in their throats.

Zhou Tong spoke, and his voice struck their spirits like the Heavenly Dao itself: “Have you ever forgotten the will of our ancestors, who fought the world and never bent?”

They answered at once, eyes devout: “We have not forgotten!”

In their sight, Zhou Tong’s outline seemed to blur. He merged with some supreme will as he taught them with earnest care: “Have you ever forgotten our ancestors’ drive to push forward and never stop?”

They shouted back: “We would not dare forget!”

He asked again: “Have you ever forgotten our ancestors’ courage to fight in blood, to face death nine times without fear?”

They roared as one, like mountains and seas: “We will never forget. We will strive, advance, and fear nothing, without regret!”

Their burning will soared to the Nine Heavens.

Zhou Tong whispered, almost to himself: “Children of the future, did you hear that?” No answer came back to his ears.

He looked down at the crowd again. His voice softened, and his features grew clear once more: “Since it is so, then in the next hundred years, let us flourish.”

The people shouted louder, and their cries shook the world.

Chen Ling’er’s eyes filled with tears as she sobbed: “Junior brother has changed. He really has changed. Why did I not see it sooner?” She felt as if she had lost something terribly important.

Tang Qi saw her and exploded with rage: “Vile woman, you still dare to cry?” His face twisted into a sly smile as he hissed, “Master, I want to use the Love Gu on her and make her my slave.”

“Do not be rash. The Love Gu has side effects,” the old man warned with heavy tone.

Tang Qi snapped back: “No. I will use it.”

High in the air, Mo Liu Su stood with a blank face. No one knew what she was thinking.

She had stood there for three days and three nights. At last she moved.

White light flashed, and she appeared at Zhou Tong’s side.

She spoke in a clear, cold voice that made the whole place fall silent at once: “I now allow you to return to the sect, and I can also take you as my personal disciple, giving you the same treatment as Tang Qi.”