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Chapter 683 - 67: The Magician Must Give Up Longevity, Whale Hunter Has Met Guan Yi (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

Chapter 683: Chapter 67: The Magician Must Give Up Longevity, Whale Hunter Has Met Guan Yi (Seeking Monthly Votes)_2

Li Guanyi handed the bamboo flute to the old man, who took a string of vermilion thread and simply wrapped it around the flute. Although the thread was vermilion, it instantly gave off a golden radiance, dense as talismans, and the old man formed several hand seals.

A gold-colored imprint appeared on the bamboo flute and then faded away.

Wrapped around the green bamboo flute was the vermilion rope, giving it a more lively appearance compared to its previous simplicity. The old Magician’s voice was hoarse as he said, "Let’s call it a form of repayment."

"You returned my disciple’s Cultivation Technique to me, so I left some seals on this bamboo flute... Divine Weapons have their masters, and if you don’t deal with this Divine Weapon in your hands properly, it’s easy for that Qingpao to find you. But now, as long as he doesn’t get close enough to you, it will be difficult for him to detect it."

"Little child, how are your injuries?"

He looked towards Shaking Light, who responded, "They’ve warmed up."

The Magician said, "I’ve been entangled with this Qingpao for a hundred years. He has destroyed everything I had, and I am no match for him, but long illness makes a doctor of a patient. I’ve come to some understanding of his techniques and means, it’s just a matter of mutual restraint."

With a wooden expression, he said, "The illness has been treated, and in this rustic place, I won’t keep you any longer."

Li Guanyi bade farewell and, together with Shaking Light, rode away. After some distance, they looked back and saw the quaint village at dusk, almost enveloped by the sunset, with bursts of frog croaks coming from the pond, both relieving a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, they had encountered such a reclusive figure in this village.

With Shaking Light’s injuries healed, Li Guanyi felt relieved. Combined with the seals similar to the Chi Xiao Sword added to the bamboo flute on his waist, even the Chi Xiao Sword, recognized by the world as the supreme Divine Weapon, could be sealed by this old Magician, let alone the bamboo flute.

Not only had he resolved Shaking Light’s illness, but he also gained an unexpected fortune.

Li Guanyi then took Shaking Light back to the Gongsun Family, which goes without saying.

Within the village, the old Magician chopped wood, drank tea, cooked meals—everything as usual, no emotional fluctuations, but at night, sudden rain fell, the rainwater hurried, pattering against the eaves and splashing into rain puddles.

The Magician lit a lamp and repeatedly read the letter, not feeling the heartache he should have felt. Although he was supposed to feel sad, the old Magician’s heart felt numb, only when reading a certain line in one of the letters did he feel pain.

’We only seek one skill, to know when to ’stop,’ to understand when ’enough’ is enough.’

He couldn’t help but think of the first thing he said to his disciple years ago, which seemed ordinary to others but brought a sense of lament and disquiet to him. Reading it over and over again, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache and tears fall.

Only at this moment did the overwhelming, suffocating sense of loneliness surge up.

This brilliant Magician finally clearly recognized.

The disciple he had trapped was already dead by the hand of his own grand-disciple.

And the reason his disciple took on a grand-disciple, was just like the reason he had taken him on years before—a complex emotional bond. The disciple was dead, and the perpetrator was killed by someone else, leaving this lineage with no ancestral master and no descendants to pass it on.

In this vast world, only he, an elderly figure, remained alone.

Looking out, the world was dark, stars twinkling, the vast loneliness nearly enough to drive one mad. Tears streamed down the old Magician’s face as he thought if only he hadn’t been kind-hearted enough to take in a passerby that day, he wouldn’t have gone mad for a hundred years, his disciple would have taken on a better grand-disciple.

He would have been practicing magical Magician Mysteries in seclusion, conducting Alchemy, and died peacefully—not consumed human blood, gone insane like a demon, drinking blood and eating hair for decades. He should have died but oddly enough had lived on.

With the palm of his hand touching the disciple’s letter, he could only grit his teeth: "Qingpao Changsheng..."

"These decades, I’ve learned how to destroy your cultivation."

The Magician left his disciple’s letter but picked up the scroll recording the "Eternal Moon Undying Body" cultivation, set it alight, and the flames reflected in the old Magician’s eyes, "Content to live in this world, seeking nothing else."

"In this life, I must kill you!!!"

"The dream of longevity should end with the lineage of Magicians who pursue immortality."

"By my own hands!"

......

Li Guanyi stayed with the Gongsun Family for a few more days, but for some reason, neither Siming nor Sword Madman had arrived. Li Guanyi had asked the Gongsun Family’s influence to search for news.

The news he received was not concrete.

Mr. Siming’s whereabouts were unknown. However, it was widely rumored in the Martial World that someone similar to Murong Longtu, with Sword Qi soaring to the heavens, was pursuing a Qingpao man, splitting mountains upon encounter, cutting off rivers, fighting and fleeing, with no indication of his destination.

Li Guanyi regretted that Grandpa hadn’t been able to arrive in time.

Yet from these messages, he could speculate that Murong Longtu was not at a disadvantage. Instead, he was relentlessly chasing the Qingpao Changsheng and suspected that Grandpa’s Sword Qi was now enough to defeat Qingpao Changsheng.

But it was difficult to kill this man in one go.

They could only continue to wear down his Vitality with relentless Sword Qi.

The young man also wondered, could it be that Grandpa, after wandering the Martial World for two hundred years and finding almost anyone collapsing from a single sword strike, had not expected to meet someone who couldn’t be split death? Perhaps he was delighted, using this man as a practice foe?

What the heck? Can’t split him death?

This ’One Sword’?

Still can’t split him death? Good, good, let’s keep trying!

Practicing swordplay on a Martial Arts Legend sounds absurd.