Chapter 129: A Method to Overturn the World
“You mean… like Huo Qing?”
An Jing understood. He took a deep breath and quietly said to himself, “Destroy the old so that the new can be established? Completely alter his fate to change the future of this world…”
He had a moment of realization. “Indeed, overturning the order and bringing chaos to the realm—it was never specified what sort of order or what kind of world should be overturned!”
“Perhaps. I am only guessing.”
The Sword Spirit did not rashly promise anything. It had always been like a sword—straightforward and direct. If it did not know, it would simply say so: “Regardless, your strength has not yet reached that level. It is indeed too early to think about such things.”
“But if a cultivator fails to prepare for Immortality from the very start, then Immortality is destined to be impossible. The same is true for your Celestial Fate.”
“In following the Celestial Fate, your Celestial Fate Divine Ability will grow ever stronger—yet I believe you would not have liked that incomparably chaotic era created by the holders of the ‘Seven Fiends Celestial Fate,’ when countless evil monsters ravaged the world.”
“What you want is surely to build a peaceful and tranquil paradise!”
“Creating more such paradises will be a thousand times more difficult than toppling a single Imperial Court. What you have to fight against is not just a group of vested interests but also people’s hearts, their desires, and the iron ws of the mortal world. Because in truth, everyone wants to be the one wielding power to oppress others. Many people criticize evildoers who ensve others, but deep down, they envy the power and pleasure that come with that ensvement.”
“Unless… one becomes an Immortal.”
“Someone like you—a madman, a freak. One who has been hurt so deeply by this world that even in death, he refuses to go along with its corruption.”
“In that case, why not make some preparations? You will need comrades in the future. I was the same in my day—I had quite a few Dao Companions who fought by my side so that we could bring down demons and subdue evil.”
“A commoner with a Heavenly Spiritual Root, clever and tenacious, who has his own insights and analytical ability… Investing in him would not cost even a single spirit stone…”
“All you would need is a single cultivation technique.”
“An ‘orthodox method.’”
“So that’s how it is.” An Jing fully understood.
He raised his head to look at the person seated across from him—Nian Quan, who seemed a bit ill at ease yet determined, as though lost in thought. “We indeed ck no cultivation techniques—but for someone like him, a suitable one would let him maximize his talent at minimal cost, allowing me to foster a future ally.”
“You can also choose not to provide it; I am merely making a suggestion.”
The Sword Spirit said, “Just as he himself stated, your retionship is shallow. That was a deep conversation for two people who barely know each other, and you share no blood retion.”
Yet An Jing vaguely understood why his Celestial Fate was trembling. “Yes, blood kin are paramount—so what if he’s a genius? He isn’t my son, nor is he a close friend. On what grounds should I teach him my Grand Dao’s orthodox method?”
“That’s right. So this is exactly the ‘way of the world’ in the Tianyuan Realm, isn’t it?!”
At that moment, An Jing felt it—truly felt it in the depths of his heart and soul, right at the source of his spiritual root, the center of his Purple Mansion, where his Divine Soul foundation y: the Heavenly Profound True Spirit Source.
Something suddenly leapt and ignited.
A wave of heat coursed through his meridians, and his heart seemed to become a great furnace. Its bzing fmes seared his soul and scattered streams of brilliant, dazzling embers that glimmered like crystals.
—Celestial Fate.
—Celestial Fate!
—Seven Luminaries, Seven Fiends Celestial Fate!
—Born of camity, nurtured by misfortune, coming in response to tribution, wreaking havoc upon the world!
This was the Celestial Fate destined to overturn the world and plunge all living beings into chaos.
Perhaps it was also… his true nature!
“I’m doing it!”
A slightly odd, excited smile appeared on An Jing’s face as he comprehended everything. “I shouldn’t fret over pros and cons. I can cross between two realms; I could be the biggest fun-seeker in this entire world!”
He felt increasingly at ease, his mind suddenly enlightened. “I’m from the Huaixu Realm. What’s wrong with helping the natives of the Tianyuan Realm change their fates? It’s only right—if Nian Quan succeeds in the future, even without an alliance, he’ll surely accomplish great things that align with my Celestial Fate.
“And if he becomes my ally, that would yield a hundred, a thousand, a million times more benefit!
“And not just Nian Quan—next time I return, I should also give Huo Qing a cultivation technique! His aptitude for body cultivation is decent, so I’ll directly teach him the Imperial Heaven Method!”
“Great! I like your personality—turns out we really are a good match!” The Subduing Evil Sword Spirit sounded quite excited. “I see a jade slip in this house. Ask Nian Quan for a bnk one, and I’ll leave an orthodox method behind.”
“Putting everything else aside—once Nian Quan masters the orthodox method in the future, whether or not he becomes our ally, we can tell him about the Fengdu Guards, the Department of Campaign Protocol, the Mysterious Abyss Pace, and that whole matter with the spirit talismans! By then, he’ll surely seek vengeance and cut down those accursed demonic evils!”
“As the saying goes, karma’s retribution never fails—this would be the real payback!”
…Sir, you actually enjoy watching this sort of revenge drama?
At that moment, An Jing finally saw clearly the fundamental nature of this Sword Spirit, which had been with him for nearly half a month: it was all about “vanquishing demons and subduing evil.”
It… it was the sort that thrived on commotion and never minded stirring up more. It spoke and acted straightforwardly, preferring force to quell monsters and demons. Whenever it encountered a world order it disliked, it sought to overturn it—cutting down all evil heretics with its bde. It was… a sword!
It truly was very much like a sword.
—Just like him!
Gncing at the time, he saw the final sword ray was about to dissipate. There was no time to waste. An Jing tapped the table, indicating to Nian Quan that he needed a bnk jade slip.
“You can call me ‘Fuxie (Subduing Evil).’ Your mother gave me a hefty reward, so I’m willing to share a few things with you. Of course, if you don’t want to know, just pretend I never spoke.”
So he spoke. Although An Jing intended to leave behind an orthodox method, he did not want Nian Quan to think he could get something for nothing: “But if you want to know, then as payment, you have to trade me something in return.”
“Your mother has already paid a sufficient price, yet the things I will give you are worth far more than that. Nian Quan, consider this an investment in you.”
He interced his fingers atop the table and said calmly, “I want to see sincerity.”
“…I want to know.”
The youth took a deep breath, stood up, and went to retrieve the bnk jade slip.
In truth, Nian Quan had already suspected that this friend before him possessed an unusual status.
His Spirit Eyes allowed him to discern An Jing’s true age, and he also observed that An Jing possessed spiritual energy—pure and sharp—marking him as a qi refiner.
Bear in mind, he himself, despite having a Heavenly Spiritual Root, was still hovering between “Vital Essence Like Threads” and “Vital Essence Like Rivers,” partly because he had not consumed enough spirit food. Even so, it underscored how extraordinary it was to have achieved qi refining at just over ten years old in the Tianyuan Realm.
The other party must certainly hail from a major power, or at least be an heir of a rge wilderness tribe. As for his own mother… perhaps she had become entangled in these affairs.
He was supposed to stay far from these matters—his mother undoubtedly wanted him out of it; otherwise, she would never have had this friend rey the message that she was “away on a business trip.” She clearly knew how clever her son was, so there was no deceiving him.
She only wished… that things could be as they were before and that he would obediently let himself be fooled, just this once.
But that was impossible.
Absolutely impossible!
Even Nian Quan, who used to be gentle as water, now felt a torrent of anger, regret, and resolve surging inside him like a raging river.
He would never turn a blind eye to his mother’s death, and therefore, he…
He had to make a filial decision!
(End of Chapter)
