A new mission awaits.
It's time to go out and gain some experience.
Jun Yu, ever polite, readily agreed to Li Changsheng's request, stating his desire to embark on a training journey.
No turning back until I make a name for myself.
This unexpected decision left Li Changsheng momentarily stunned.
Yet, a tinge of regret also lingered.
Li Changsheng was actually wrestling with the idea of passing on his most prized technique, the Great Banyan Skill, to his eldest disciple.
However, the Great Banyan Skill was not easily cultivated. Back then, it had consumed the combined efforts of everyone in the sect to allow him to master it.
If Li Changsheng were to pass on this technique, it would essentially mean prematurely ending his own life.
Of course, at 160 years old, he had grown weary.
The time had come to pass the torch.
Moreover, the Great Banyan Skill had a major drawback: it required a rejuvenation every thirty years, accompanied by a loss of all cultivation, forcing the user to start from scratch.
Li Changsheng had reincarnated several times, and he was truly exhausted.
Unfortunately, his thoughts were just beginning to form.
Jun Yu had already anticipated them.
While powerful, the Great Banyan Skill was ultimately too much of a burden.
A thirty-year cycle of rejuvenation, coupled with the loss of cultivation and a fresh start? No, thank you.
He had the system's blessing, promising an unlimited future.
He was confident that he could find a better path, one that would surpass his master.
So, before Li Changsheng could even process his thoughts, Jun Yu, already packed, slipped out the door.
The world is vast.
He, too, yearned to explore.
Otherwise, all his cultivation would have been in vain!
***
The departure of the eldest disciple, Jun Yu, sent shockwaves through the academy.
This elusive senior brother was truly a legend.
He never showed his face to his juniors, and now he was gone without a word?
If they ever met on the road, they probably wouldn't recognize each other without introductions.
Therefore, Lei Meng Sha and the others began to speculate.
Why had their senior brother left the sect? What had transpired?
Myriad enigmatic conjectures spread like wildfire.
A veil of mystery shrouded Jun Yu's persona.
***
Outside Tianqi City.
A mysterious carriage came to a halt on the outskirts.
Inside, a veiled woman clad in white lamented the bumpy ride.
"I never thought they'd still be after me, even here!"
"Don't worry, Miss. We're here to protect you, and nothing will happen."
Standing beside her, a handsome swordsman with white hair remained calm, clutching his sword.
His gaze, sharp as a hawk, pierced through the dense undergrowth, spotting the lurking enemy. He immediately launched into action.
The blade flashed, cutting through the air with a burst of energy.
As her men went into action, the young lady couldn't help but lament the unrelenting turmoil in the martial world.
"It's a shame. I haven't seen the academy's prodigy yet. I wonder if he's the one I'm looking for?"
She had come to Tianqi City after hearing rumors of a martial arts prodigy who had reached the Golden Core Realm at six and was about to break through to the Heavenly Realm at nine.
Such a prodigious rate of advancement made her suspect that he might possess the legendary Innate Martial Pulse.
And this talent was crucial to her present situation.
She yearned to meet this individual, to forge a connection early on, hoping he could be of aid.
Unfortunately, before she could even reach the city, her pursuers caught up with her.
She wondered if she'd be forced to flee, making the journey all in vain.
"Careful!"
The white-haired swordsman, engaged in combat with the enemy, suddenly bellowed.
The vile enemy had deliberately lured him and his men away.
Now they were aiming hidden weapons at the woman in the carriage.
They sought to assassinate her.
If they succeeded, the young lady would be in grave danger.
The woman in white panicked. Although she had cultivated some techniques, she was still young and inexperienced.
She desperately tried to retreat, and in her panic, the carriage began to roll backward.
It seemed inevitable that the horse would be startled, causing the carriage to careen out of control.
Just then, a figure materialized out of thin air.
With a single finger, he pressed against the carriage, bringing it to a halt.
Then, with a flick of his sleeve, he sent the flying projectiles tumbling to the ground.
The carriage steadied, and the woman finally saw the newcomer's face.
He was a boy, barely ten years old, his face still youthful, yet his demeanor radiated composure and elegance.
He had saved her with a simple wave of his hand. Remarkable.
"You're…"
Her question hung in the air.
The sword energy from his attack had caused her veil to slip, revealing a delicate, fair, and ethereal face.
It was Yue Yao, a young girl, no more than ten years old.
The eldest daughter of the Beique King, Yue Feng Cheng.