Heavenly Ascension Chronicles Chapter 1111: Unwilling to Take What is Given - Novel Cool

Chapter 1111: Unwilling to Take What is Given

Chapter 1111: Unwilling to Take What is Given

Gui Zihan took the sword manual from the butler's hands, and with great solemnity, he said, "Thank you, Mr. Mo. My master said that if you think it's appropriate, we welcome you to live in Daxun. The benefits in Viaustralia are the same as what we can provide for you."

Mr. Mo smiled and shook his head, "When my master taught me his skills, he made me swear that I would never harm any Eastern Continent person in my lifetime.

But I think it's hard to do that in the Eastern Continent, so I decided to move here. I've been living here for many years, and I feel this place suits me. If I go elsewhere, I might not find such peace of mind."

He gestured towards the distance, "Do you see that house over there?"

Chen Chuan and Gui Zihan looked in the direction he indicated. Through the window, they saw a mansion with a unique architectural style, resembling a Chan Teach temple on the outside.

"The neighbor over there," Mr. Mo explained, "was once a general of the Chu Dynasty. After the dynasty collapsed, he became a Chan practitioner, retreating from the secular world. But when he re-entered society, it was during a time of great turmoil.

He felt that he couldn't find peace in the Eastern Continent, so he eventually hid here with me. Having found a place of tranquility, he settled his mind, stabilizing his altered state. If he had returned to the Eastern Continent, he might have turned into a demon."

Gui Zihan, puzzled, asked, "Isn't the Federation in turmoil as well?"

Mr. Mo replied, "That depends on how you look at it. As long as he doesn't see it, it doesn't exist for him, right? Since it's not related to the people of Daxun, why should he care about their life or death?"

Chen Chuan said, "Maintaining a calm mind is not an easy task, and only a few people can achieve it."

Alteration primarily comes from spiritual contamination. The stronger one's abilities, the more their spirit interacts with the other side, and the more they are contaminated. Fighters are always seeking improvement; otherwise, they wouldn't have become fighters. They usually find it challenging to resist the temptation of seeking something from the other side.

This is almost a lifelong pursuit and motivation for them, so even though they know the outcome might not be favorable, many still choose to venture there.

Mr. Mo said, "I can keep my mind at peace because I have good natural talent, and I happened to be born at the right time. With the support of a powerful organization and ample cultivation resources, I achieved my current level with ease.

Perhaps because it came easily, I don't have as many desires and distractions. I don't have the ambition to strive for more, so my spirit remains clear as a mirror. But the person up there," he gestured towards the mountain, "has too many distractions, so he relies on drugs and other things to alleviate the alteration. Once he starts using them, he can't stop. The more he uses them, the more dependent he becomes, and he can never break free on his own."

Chen Chuan glanced at the place Mr. Mo had indicated, a solitary hill where the person he was about to visit lived.

Mr. Mo probably realized that Chen Chuan wanted to go there, so he intentionally gave him a hint.

Chen Chuan asked for advice, "I'm about to visit that person. Do you know anything about him, Senior Mo?"

Mr. Mo said, "Every year, people from Daxun go to visit him, but I've heard that his conditions become more demanding each year.

Hey, if he just refused straightforwardly, that would be fine. But he keeps the door open, willing to talk, yet he never lets anyone in. I wonder when Daxun will run out of patience and take drastic measures against him."

Chen Chuan asked, "Do you have any suggestions, Senior?"

"Suggestions? The suggestion is to not give him any pleasant expressions. That's how you deal with him."

Mr. Mo spoke faster, mixing in some pronunciations from the Eastern Continent's ancient language a few hundred years ago, but both of them could understand what he meant.

Gui Zihan asked, "Do you have a conflict with him, Senior?"

Mr. Mo complained, "Who here doesn't have a conflict with him?" He picked up the beverage on the table and took several big gulps.

"Back when I was in Daxun, he wasn't a good person either. A Xuanji martial artist became a bandit, leading a group of bandits to roam the land. After being surrounded by the government forces, they fled to the sea and became pirates. They joined forces with the Yue'nuo people and kept raiding the coastal areas. Have you heard of the Sea Ghost King?"

Chen Chuan replied, "I've heard of him. They say he's a sea demon who eats people."

Mr. Mo slapped his knee, "That's him! The legendary Sea Ghost King was once a ghost god who punished the evil and upheld justice. But after he started this, he ruined the reputation of ghost gods and became a genuine sea demon.

If it were two hundred years ago," he raised a single palm, "I might have gone to subdue him myself. But now..."

As he spoke, he lay back down, and the woman who had been attending to him came over to massage his head, "I don't have the ambition anymore. I'll just live a carefree life and maybe survive for a few hundred years. Who knows, a big explosion might come one day."

Chen Chuan understood his meaning and said, "Thank you for your hospitality, Senior. We should take our leave now."

"You're leaving already?"

Mr. Mo sat up straight and said, "Let me give you a piece of advice. Be careful of that Sea Ghost. He's still a Federation person."

Chen Chuan took his words to heart and said sincerely, "Thank you for your reminder, Senior."

Chen Chuan and Gui Zihan bid farewell and left. They boarded the railcar and headed towards the hill. After about ten minutes, they reached the end of the rail line and stopped.

In the mountains, a beautifully constructed small pavilion stands, attracting tourists of all ages. The most eye-catching feature is a tall stele with distinct Daxun architectural style.

Gui Zihan glances at the stele from a distance, noticing that most of the inscriptions have weathered away, leaving only a few large characters barely recognizable. The most prominent ones are the characters "Lingnan," while smaller characters like "Shaotong Yuannian" can be vaguely discerned.

Realizing that Shaotong was a prosperous dynasty, Chen Chuan immediately understands, "Director Chen, this is the ancient boundary stele of Lingnan."

Chen Chuan nods, knowing that the person he is looking for is originally from Lingnan. If his assumption is correct, this stele was either brought by him or taken during the raid on Lingnan.

"We'll take this along on our way back," he says, gazing upwards as he ascends the stone steps ahead.

As they reach the top of the hill, only the two of them remain. Tourists who come here are well aware that entry is only allowed along designated paths, and they shouldn't wander aimlessly, as the temperaments of the martial artists residing here are unpredictable.

After walking for five or six minutes, they arrive at the summit, where a lush green bamboo forest comes into view.

The bamboo is unusually thick, lush, and each stalk stands tall, with sharp edges like blades, indicating special cultivation.

As Gui Zihan passes by a bamboo stalk, he taps it, and the stalk emits a metallic sound, confirming his suspicion, "It's an altered iron bamboo from Jiaoyongdi."

Chen Chuan nods. In the past, this could be used as a weapon, and even now... it might still be possible.

He looks ahead, sensing a scorching and frenzied power, and says to Gui Zihan, "Leader Gui, I'll go meet someone. You stay here for now."

Gui Zihan nods in agreement.

Chen Chuan walks into the depths of the bamboo forest, about half a mile in...

There, a person sits cross-legged on the ground, towering at over two meters tall, with a robust physique. His hair is wild and unkempt, covering most of his face, and he wears a grayish-white fitted cloth garment. Beside him lies a large antique ring-headed sword.

Behind him stands a crudely constructed bamboo house.

This person's living conditions seem simpler than any he has ever seen, but according to the information he obtained, this individual occasionally experiences episodes, so building a proper residence is unnecessary, as it would likely be destroyed during an episode.

Chen Chuan approaches within thirty meters of the person and says, "You should know the purpose of my visit. This time, the Daxun government has entrusted me with retrieving the item in your possession."

The person lifts his head slightly and chuckles deeply, "What possession? Don't make it sound so nice. The item was taken by me, and whether it can be taken back depends on the price you're willing to pay."

Chen Chuan nods. These words have been spoken to all previous visitors, but without exception, negotiations have failed. This time, he doesn't plan to waste words and intends to take a straightforward approach.

"I've brought an item with me," he says, tossing the suitcase he carries to the ground in front of the person. As it lands, the suitcase lid pops open, and Choi Hyeon Hui's stone head rolls out, stopping at the person's feet.

Chen Chuan looks at the person, "Are you satisfied with this?"

The person's gaze seems to fixate on the head, and after a while, he slowly lifts his head and looks at Chen Chuan, followed by a deep, low laugh.

"I hope the person sent by Donglu is worthy."

He slowly stands up, and when he straightens his body, he appears to be over four meters tall. He reaches for the ring-headed sword beside him and, with a swing, beheads the statue's head, shattering it.

As he gazes at Chen Chuan, he says, "The item is with me. If you have the ability, come and take it."

As he speaks, a cyan soul fire rises from his body, intense and scorching, engulfing him entirely. An invisible wave of energy spreads outward, causing the entire bamboo forest to rustle as if blown by a wind, forming wave-like layers when viewed from above.

Inside the Baiyan Hall of the White Rock Long Embankment, Leyn Kafdi stands before the domain screen, watching the two men.

However, at this moment, he sees the person suddenly look up, and the entire domain screen seems to be affected by some interference, becoming blurry and intermittent.

He calls out, "Alura? What's happening?"

The silver-haired woman appears beside him, her voice soft and ethereal, "Detecting relic energy interference. Stability will be restored within three minutes."

Leyn looks at the screen, "Three minutes...?"

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(End of Chapter)

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