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Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl-Chapter 864 Master of Highest Heaven Tower Yan Tingfeng [2nd update]
Chapter 864: 864 Master of Highest Heaven Tower Yan Tingfeng [2nd update]
The legendary story of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower is known by everyone in the world.
Even when she was still Princess Yongning and had never met the Master of Highest Heaven Tower, she already knew everything about him.
At the age of three, his parents were killed, and he became an orphan.
At the age of five, he apprenticed under the former Sword Saint, Xie Leyou, using a saber as a sword, and created the world’s number one sword technique, comparable to the centuries-old "Heavenly Movements Nine Swords".
At the age of ten, he appeared from nowhere and killed his enemy.
Since then, he embarked on a six-year path of slaughter.
The Jianghu is a place full of strife and killing, yet also extremely free.
However, too many people lose their original intentions in the vast Jianghu.
But not him, he always remembered he needed revenge.
Ye Wanlan watched as the boy placed the silver box close to his body, crossed his legs, and began to meditate and cultivate.
His heart was too strong, for he never even allowed himself time for sorrow; even under the painful blow of his parents’ tragic death, he did not succumb to madness.
Ye Wanlan knew it was because his hatred was so strong, strong enough that inner demons could not shake him.
And the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was indeed a martial arts genius; she observed carefully, at the mere age of three, his inner strength had already reached the Fourth Layer.
Once inner strength reaches this layer, it is as abundant as a sea of clouds, able to protect the heart vessels and resist ordinary weapons.
What takes others more than ten years to achieve was easily attainable for him.
After day after day of cultivation, two years had passed by the time he could leave the gorge.
And in just two years, his inner strength cultivation had skyrocketed, leaping into the Sixth Level was extremely difficult.
He was skillful and knowledgeable, his intellect clear and bright.
A mere five-year-old child could walk on water without sinking and could pick flowers and leaves to harm others.
In a previous life, among the people Ye Wanlan met, the highest martial arts talent belonged to her elder brother—King of Yan, He Jia.
He Jia said, had she not been plagued with illnesses, her talent would have surpassed his.
The talent of the Master of Highest Heaven Tower was excellent, and backed by hatred, his cultivation speed far exceeded that of He Jia at the same age.
After leaving the great gorge, he met Xie Leyou who was wandering the world.
Xie Leyou’s keen eyes saw right through him, even when he had concealed his aura entirely, he was still recognized at a glance.
"What a remarkably talented young boy," Xie Leyou was astonished, "even better than my unfilial son, would you be willing to take me as your master?"
He paused, stroking his beard, and said, "I am Xie Leyou, and if you can learn all of my knowledge, you will become the future Sword Saint."
The boy simply looked at him steadily, his gaze unchanged even after Xie Leyou revealed his identity.
At that time, the title of Sword Saint had already shaken the world; anyone who heard it would be filled with awe.
But it did not affect the boy at all.
"Will you accept or not?" Xie Leyou anxiously scratched his head, "I have only one pupil, my son. If you enter, you’ll be the second, and I will not be stingy; I will cultivate you into the foremost expert in Jianghu!"
Upon hearing this, the boy’s eyes changed.
His voice, though young, carried the maturity and steadiness unbefitting his age: "Okay, I’ll be your apprentice, make me strong, but I do not want to become the Sword Saint."
He had his own path to walk; others’ paths were not his.
Xie Leyou was shocked: "Goodness, I must be dreaming, hearing someone say they don’t want to be the Sword Saint."
If he released news of accepting disciples to Jianghu, the martial world would definitely scramble for the opportunity.
Becoming a Sword Saint was a dream many chased, but this five-year-old boy said he didn’t want it?
Xie Leyou thought he must not understand what the Sword Saint truly was, so he painstakingly explained a lot.
The boy suddenly let out a cold, light laugh: "Because I don’t like the sword, I want to use a saber."
His father Yan Wuhen and his mother Su Hongxiu were both masters of the saber.
Since he could walk, he was brought along to learn the sword.
"Alright, alright, come up the mountain with me first." Xie Leyou conceded a step, "Hmph, I don’t believe you won’t be tempted."
To Xie Leyou’s amazement, in just five years, the boy he picked up had comprehended the "Heavenly Movements Nine Swords."
And based on the "Heavenly Movements Nine Swords," he invented a corresponding saber technique.
Xie Leyou had to admit, the saber technique was extremely domineering; it lacked a bit of the sword technique’s elegance, but added more violence.
But the more violent saber technique always injures oneself.
Five years ago, when Xie Leyou picked up this child, he knew he carried a deep sea of hatred.
Only hatred could drive him to such reckless cultivation.
"Disciple, you call me master, so I must give you some advice." Xie Leyou watched his grown-up pupil descend the mountain, speaking softly, "When the hatred fades, you must find something to enrich your heart, to find the meaning of living."
Otherwise, with only hatred left, how could one continue?
The youth did not look back, he wore a mask and left the deep mountains where he had lived for five years.
After inquiring in many places, he found his enemies.
They all said a three-year-old couldn’t remember, but the impact of his parents’ bloody deaths was always immense, he remembered every murderer who killed his parents.
Seven years later, these murderers held high positions in Jianghu.
Some were sect masters, some were abbots, some became guests under royal and noble banners, and others seized territory to establish strongholds.
They all, coincidentally, forgot the pursuit that spanned ten thousand miles.
Just because the Dragon Elephant Wisdom Heart Method was a sham, released by those envious of Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu, the method was never with the couple, and they naturally couldn’t produce it.
A lie easily debunked.
But greed for the ultimate martial art resulted in a tragic slaughter.
But these people didn’t care.
Jianghu was either killing or being killed.
A place where even the emperor couldn’t control, who could say anything?
However, they didn’t expect that the child from back then didn’t die, he remembered every face, coming for revenge!
A ten-year-old youth cut down the Sect Master of Canglang Blade Sect at that time, causing a great sensation in Jianghu.
One must know that the Sect Master of Canglang Blade Sect had inner strength at the Seventh Layer, killing him with one strike indicated that the ten-year-old was at least at the Eighth Layer Heaven?
It was simply incredible!
Such terrifying cultivation speed, even if a noble family used heavenly materials and earthly treasures, couldn’t achieve it.
What was the origin of this youth?!
Yet no one knew, because even the geniuses in the Six Great Sects were far inferior to this child.
Finally, after four more renowned Jianghu people died, someone remembered the tragic incident seven years ago—the wrongful death of Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu.
This youth was their child.
"Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu were chivalrous knights who upheld justice, how could their child be so vicious, even after seven years, must this revenge not rest?"
"Sigh, revenge only leads to more revenge, one should put down the saber for eternity."
"This child’s talent far exceeds that of his father and mother, and his nature is ruthless, he doesn’t treat people as human. If we don’t kill him before he grows, Jianghu will undoubtedly fall into chaos."
"One Gui Qing was bad enough, do we need another one? This child must not be allowed to live!"
The Jianghu was in chaos, with various forces sending waves of people to intercept the youth.
But everyone sent to kill him died, becoming his victims.
Before dying, one assassin cried out in agony: "Your parents have made their names in the Jianghu, but you, a nameless nobody, will meet a sorry end."
"I’m a nameless nobody?" It seemed he let out a light laugh, his tone cold, "I don’t care for a name."
That year, the Highest Heaven Tower rose from nowhere.
And it was that year, the Master of Highest Heaven Tower rose to prominence.
At just sixteen, the Supreme Martial Arts Master struck fear into the hearts of the entire Jianghu, and no one dared defy him.
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