MTL - Thunder Martial - Chapter 149 Old man

《Journey to the West》only told the story about the journey to the west. But is it really that simple? Now, I’m telling you, the journey was just a beginning, and the story has not ended. Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong, Zhu Wuneng, Sha Wujing, Little White Dragon. The road of these five will continue to go on. When I kneeled before Buddha and, in an instant, removed the Golden Hoop, I finally remembered who I truly am. Who am I? I am the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, Sun Wukong. I am the Great Demon Sun Wukong of the Demon Clan. I am, the invincible... Sun Wu Kong

On a sunny afternoon, Kyle finally received the long-awaited acceptance letter to Hogwarts, the prestigious thousand-year-old wizarding school.At Hogwarts, Kyle led a fulfilling life. Besides attending classes, he spent his free time cultivating magical vegetables, tending to enchanting flowers, or venturing into the dark, forgotten chambers of the castle to provide emotional support to a small creature abandoned for centuries.Dumbledore: “Kyle is a courageous, kind, and sincere young wizard.”Professor McGonagall: “The Headmaster is absolutely right. Kyle never breaks the school rules.”Snape: “Ah, yes… indeed...”Professor Quirrell had thought the same—until one day, he opened a trapdoor and stumbled into a room full of Chomping Cabbages.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

This is a story about a legend, of one that can never be forgotten.Summer, first time down the mountains in 16 years, after being raised by his 3 masters and Fairy sister.