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Chapter 685: Reincarnation
Chapter 685: Reincarnation
"Are you ready to face the trials of life? You will meet many people, and make enemies. Perhaps you will fall in love, but it may not end well. Even so, you still want to go out?"
An Xing looked at An Zizai and asked, her tone somber.
An Zizai's eyes lit up with joy upon hearing this, for his master had finally relented.
"Gain or loss, it is all part of my destiny. I just want to see the world, not necessarily to achieve anything", An Zizai replied earnestly, looking up at his master.
Seeing his expression, An Xing sighed. She took out her Dao Treasure, the Six Realms Mirror, and handed it to An Zizai. "This is my magical treasure. I'll lend it to you. Visit Junior Brother Chen Chuan, show him this mirror, and tell him I want you to train in swordsmanship under him."
An Zizai took the Six Realms Mirror, about to say something, but An Xing handed him a jade pendant, telling him it could guide his way.
"Go now, or I might change my mind", An Xing said, her expression cool.
Gu An turned to look at An Zizai and laughed. "Look at how you've upset your master! Such disobedience!"
An Zizai, who had been grateful for Gu An's earlier words, now felt his gratitude dissipate.
"Master, I will return!"
An Zizai quickly knelt down and bowed to An Xing, then stood up, glared at Gu An, and turned to leave.
An Xing watched as An Zizai disappeared into the distance, then bowed to Gu An and silently left.
Gu An did not comfort An Xing. Instead, he felt a sense of amusement.
"People always yearn for freedom. The more difficult the situation, the stronger their desire for freedom becomes."
Gu An said this with a reflective tone. He had many disciples and understood this well.
However, everything must be experienced. If An Xing wanted to take disciples, she had to face their thoughts and feelings, for they were human and had their own minds.
At that moment, the fishing rod trembled, indicating a fish had taken the bait.
Gu An immediately gripped the rod tightly and began to engage in a battle of wits and strength with the fish in the lake.
Water splashed and sprinkled onto the leaves, the sunlight reflecting off the droplets, making them glisten like tiny worlds.
An Zizai's departure left the Wushi Dao Field quiet once more, and the other disciples began to enter seclusion for training.
To Gu An, whether the training ground was bustling or quiet was not the most important thing. Time, to him, only seemed to pass faster and faster.
Eight hundred years later.
Gu An returned to this spot to fish, and while waiting for a bite, he held a book in his other hand.
The sun was bright, casting a shimmering light on the lake's surface. A gentle breeze blew, rustling his hair.
A figure emerged from the woods behind him. It was a man dressed in Wuxia robes, his hair disheveled, his face weathered, and a stubble around his mouth. His eyes held a deep sorrow.
It was An Zizai.
Compared to eight hundred years ago, he was a different person. The vigor and spirit he once had were gone, replaced by a weary demeanor.
An Zizai looked at Gu An's back, feeling a sense of disorientation, his eyes showing a slight change.
He suddenly remembered the day he left. His great-grandmaster had been fishing here, his back to him, looking unchanged, giving him a sense of time travel.
"Your great-granddisciple pays his respects, Great-grandmaster!"
An Zizai approached Gu An from behind, bent down, and bowed, his voice tinged with melancholy.
"It's good to have you back."
Gu An acknowledged, not turning to look at An Zizai.
He already knew of An Zizai's experiences over the years. For him, eight hundred years felt like a single day, but for many others, it was a long, long time.
An Zizai had gone through much in those eight hundred years, witnessing the tragic deaths of his brothers and loved ones, failing to protect those who trusted him. The countless blows had stripped him of his former sharpness.
If not for An Xing's Six Realms Mirror, he would have died countless times.
An Zizai raised his eyes to look at Gu An. He took a deep breath and asked, "Great Ancestor, is there really justice and fairness in this world? Why do some people commit countless evil deeds yet still enjoy the adoration of the masses, and their sects, even knowing of their crimes, will cover for them?"
He was referring to a great cultivator from the Free Immortal Dao Library, a member of the Beidou Sect, one of the Hundred Sects of the Mortal World.
The great cultivator's disciples acted on his behalf, capturing mortals from the populace, and even some cultivators fell into their hands. They were utterly ruthless. An Zizai and his friends, upon witnessing such injustice, offended the great cultivator's disciples, which sparked a series of vendettas.
An Zizai was pursued for over a century and had to lie low for another hundred years. He finally managed to kill one of those disciples, only to uncover the truth and face the suppression of the Free Immortal from the Dao Library. Helpless, he could only watch as the people he cared about died.
The Beidou Sect even sought to hunt him down. If not for his timely escape to the Sword Sect in Chen Chuan, he would have been killed and his path extinguished.
The Sword Sect was far inferior to the Beidou Sect, but the legend of Nothingness still lingered in the world, making the Beidou Sect wary.
"The path of cultivation is not about moments. What you see is just a fragment of the vast mortal world. Years from now, the things that confuse you will have answers. Those who are evil and seem invincible will eventually be obliterated, and right and wrong will be judged by future generations."
Gu An responded nonchalantly. He only ensured the safety of his disciples when they were out, but he would not help them seek revenge. Therefore, he would not interfere with An Zizai's grudge. If he wanted revenge, he had to cultivate harder and rely on himself.
An Zizai's eyes grew complicated. He continued, "Great Ancestor, you have lived for a long time. To you, is justice supreme, or is it a world of the strong preying on the weak?"
"Looking back, no matter who laughs last, when facing history, one must always hold up the banner of justice. This shows that in this Heaven and Earth, justice is what all beings aspire to, and no one can shake it."
This was the most patient Gu An had ever been with An Zizai, without teasing or mocking, earnestly answering each of his questions.
An Zizai fell silent after hearing this.
A thought flashed through his mind.
He considered kneeling down and begging his great ancestor to avenge him. If the Beidou Sect could stand up for its disciples, perhaps his great ancestor would do the same.
But the thought came and went quickly.
After all, the enmity between him and the Beidou Sect was his own doing, even if the Beidou Sect was in the wrong. Moreover, his great ancestor and master had not wanted him to go out in the first place. It was his insistence on going to hone himself. Sometimes, he wondered if those people might have escaped their fates if he had not gone.
An Zizai felt increasingly distressed, almost unable to breathe.
"I can go to the Reincarnation and bring back the people you care about, making them come back to life. However, you must consider that in their next lives, they might fare better, and upon revival, they might face even more hardships. You cannot predict any situation."
Gu An's voice drifted over, causing An Zizai's face to change dramatically, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Go to the Reincarnation?
Revive?
An Zizai knew his great ancestor was powerful, but he had never truly grasped the extent of that power. Today, hearing his great ancestor's words, he was stunned. The entire Heaven and Earth seemed to brighten before his eyes.
(End of Chapter)
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