After reading the last words, Eadric Rong folded the tattered letter carefully. His eyes swept over the rough yet firm handwriting, as if he could feel the hard life Fisherman Yang had lived.He muttered under his breath, his voice whispering to himself, "He's a monk? I'm not surprised. He's from the Blue Sky Sect that promotes Buddhism. However, why does he grow his hair long? Does this have something to do with his status as an outcast?"His mind raced, searching for possible answers. Meanwhile, his hands moved automatically, dumping soil into the two holes where the two Kaishi now slept in eternal silence.The sound of shovels clashing with the ground seemed to accompany their departure, adding to the quiet atmosphere that was only broken by the cold wind.Eventually, Eadric Rong decided to stay on the small island for a whole month. The gentle breeze blowing from the direction of the lake seemed to welcome his decision quietly, while the leaves swayed gently to the peaceful rhythm

"Who's there?" asked Eadric Rong, his voice calm but alert as he looked at the figure of an old man huddled in the corner of the ship's stern.Only coughing sounds were heard in response."Uhuk - uhuk!"Eadric Rong immediately stepped over to the old man, who was lying on the floor of the ship, covered only by a thin blanket that had been worn down and almost weathered by time."Old man... You're sick. Why just sleep here? The night wind is very strong, the cold air is not good for health. Don't you have a room on this ship?" asked Eadric Rong in a concerned tone.He immediately squatted down next to the old man, checking on his health.The old man still didn't answer, his coughing continued, sounding increasingly weak and pitiful.Eadric Rong, carefully, palpated the old man's forehead to feel his body temperature. The cool touch of his skin contrasted with the inflamed heat of the man's forehead."So hot!" he muttered, his face turning serious. He then grabbed the old man's wrist, f

At that time, there were two main faiths practiced by the people of the Longhai Continent: Buddhism and Daoism. If in the Yue Chuan Empire, Daoism dominated and became the most respected faith, it was different in the Jin Shuang Empire.Here, the Emperor himself practiced Buddhism, so there are many magnificent Buddhist temples scattered at almost every important point in the city. Taoist temples, on the other hand, are rare, with only a few surviving.The Sacred Heart Temple was one of the remaining Daoist temples in the city, hidden in a corner of Baiyung Chen City. It was in a very unkempt state, it was obvious that no pilgrims had visited the place for a long time.The walls are cracked, and the once-bright paint is now faded with dust and moss.Eadric Rong stood in front of the tall, worn-out gate of the Sacred Heart Temple, knocking loudly on the round iron on the gate. It was already nighttime, and the surroundings were increasingly dim.There were very few oil lamps in the tem

The long wait made Eadric Rong's heart even more uneasy. He just paced the courtyard of the Sacred Heart Temple, which was full of piles of fallen maple leaves.The leaves were scattered on the ground, creating a somber scene with a red-brown color."Teacher Tao Guo, what's making you uneasy?" asked Hanki, the Taoist disciple who had greeted him at the gate yesterday. Hanki was sweeping the courtyard that looked yellowed with a carpet of decaying maple leaves.The sound of the broomstick scraping against the ground could be heard crackling, adding to the anxiety that had already taken hold of Eadric Rong."I'm waiting for the old man who was with me last night. He left at night and hasn't returned yet," Eadric Rong replied as he glanced toward the gate, hoping to see the figure he was waiting for emerge from the shadows.Hanki's face was wide-eyed, his eyes widening as if he had just heard something very shocking. With an innocent yet curious face, he gave an answer that made Eadric R

As time passed and he grew older, Juedai Jianren, who was estimated to be two hundred years old, decided to take three young children as his disciples.He then passed down his magic to them, each according to the natural talents of the three children.The first disciple, who was very fond of fighting, was given a cultivation book called the Book of Long Xuan Shu. This disciple turned out to have a very high cultivation talent, with pure energy so strong that it was hard to find a match.With an extraordinary ability to cultivate true energy, this first disciple effortlessly created martial arts style after style, becoming an extremely feared figure in the martial world (Jianghu).All the deadly sword arts and palm arts are contained in the book, making it both a dangerous and highly desirable legacy.Juedai Jianren's second disciple was someone who was deeply steeped in the art of healing. His deep interest in healing led his teacher, Juedai Jianren, to give him the Book of Heavenly H