Master Qiu and Weiren had waited for two hours in front of Stop Step Pool.
Golden Buddha, however, was reluctant to meet them and left Weiren pacing in aggravation.
Although he did not dare to be disrespectful to Golden Buddha, the expression on his face was extremely aggrieved.
Finally, the voice of Golden Buddha came down.
"Is it Master Qiu and Weiren? Please come to Wait-Awhile Pavilion to talk."
Weiren immediately became overjoyed. He grabbed Master Qiu and hurried up the mountain.
Golden Buddha was in the pavilion, leisurely pouring tea for the two of them.
Weiren drank his tea without any reservation, but Master Qiu dared not sit down.
Every time he saw Golden Buddha, Master Qiu felt a trembling reverence, as if looking up to a towering mountain.
If one did not see it with their own eyes, they would not dare believe it.
This amiable old man was indeed the supreme ruler of Shan Province.
However, only martial artists like Master Qiu could sense the old man's terrifying presence.
The more serene and leisurely he appeared, the less Master Qiu dared to approach him.
Every conversation with him left Master Qiu's back ice-cold, covered in cold sweat.
Master Qiu even had a feeling.
That this old man, with just a light sweep, could erase him from this world.
This inscrutable sensation was something he had never felt in the presence of anyone else.
Even the Eldest Senior Brother from Xuan Ying Pavilion did not instill such a deadly feeling in Master Qiu.
Weiren began to ramble on, recounting his experiences in Yannan City and cursing the detestable Yang Fei.
He requested that Golden Buddha intervene to completely erase the detestable young man, Yang Fei.
Golden Buddha simply listened quietly, his face always wearing a kind smile.
He even occasionally empathized with the aggrieved Weiren.
At this moment, Golden Buddha was just a quiet listener, a loving elder.
Perhaps noticing Master Qiu's unease,
Golden Buddha gently lifted his eyes and glanced at Master Qiu.
"What, is the tea cold?"
Master Qiu's heart trembled, and he quickly lifted his tea.
"No, the tea is very fragrant."
Golden Buddha smiled, then took a thin booklet from his chest and tossed it to Master Qiu.
He said lightly, "You've trained well in your Spirit Snake Slash. The Spirit Serpent Slash Nine Forms, they say it was created by a young man, but it also encapsulates the essence of Martial Arts."
"This set of sword techniques has been widely circulated, and the version I have here is probably the closest to the original. Why don't you take it and study it?"
Master Qiu caught the booklet, his joy mingling with surprise: "Thank you, Buddha Lord."
The Spirit Snake Slash is an exceptionally peak Dharma Door among the sword techniques.
And having mastered The First Style of Spirit Snake Slash, Master Qiu's Martial Arts skills greatly improved.
He went from being a fourth-tier martial artist directly to a third-tier.
This will give you an idea of how powerful this set of techniques really is.
However, Golden Buddha casually threw it to Master Qiu, who was ecstatic beyond measure.
Golden Buddha shook his head: "No need to thank me, it's not that remarkable."
"It is said that ten years ago, Martial God collected all the Martial Arts Skills and Cultivation Techniques from across the world, led hundreds of Martial Arts Grandmasters, and after five years, compiled the 'Yan Ru Scripture.'
"This scripture nearly encompasses all the historical peaks of National Martial Arts and Body Refining Techniques. A sword technique like the Spirit Snake Slash doesn't even qualify to enter the 'Yan Ru Scripture.'
As a fellow martial artist, Master Qiu, upon hearing of such a golden age of Martial Arts, couldn't help but be dumbstruck.
"Who is Martial God? Where is the 'Yan Ru Scripture' now?"
Golden Buddha shook his head and sighed, "I've only heard about it myself. It is said that the 'Yan Ru Scripture,' which exploits the nature of heaven and earth, was completed and then rejected by the heavens, envied by the ghosts and gods."
"Soon after the book was completed, the entire library was struck by thunder and lightning, and the fire raged for three days without ceasing. Not only was the 'Yan Ru Scripture' reduced to ashes, but many Martial Dao Divine Connection Great Grandmasters also perished,"
Qiu Yidao shook his head, "Such legends should not be taken as truth."
Golden Buddha nodded and said, "The legend of the Martial God is widely circulated among the people, but such legends are bizarre and absurd, with no factual basis."
"So until now, everyone just considers it a topic for casual conversation after meals."
However, it was the first time Sun Weiren had heard such a story, and he was very curious.
"Who is this Martial God? Is he a god? Where did he go afterward?"
Golden Buddha and Qiu Yidao smiled bitterly at each other.
Golden Buddha said lightly, "This so-called Martial God is just a legendary figure."
"Just like Sun Wukong in the mouths of children. You're so grown up, and you don't even know that?"
Sun Weiren dared not ask any more questions.
Golden Buddha talked with the two for a while, gradually becoming somewhat tired.
He said lightly, "Since Weiren has come back, you should stay at home and keep your grandmother company."
"Master Qiu is wounded, just stay home and recuperate. Don't worry about matters in Yannan."
Sun Weiren's eyes brightened, looking expectantly at Golden Buddha.
"Godfather, have the Three Sword Immortals come out of their retreat? I want the Three Sword Immortals to kill that bastard Yang Fei!"
Golden Buddha smiled lightly, his demeanor leisurely.
"You don't need to interfere in the affairs of the Underworld. The life and death of a minor character are not worth your concern, you guys may go now."
Sun Weiren caught the implication in Golden Buddha's words, and his eyes immediately lit up.
The unfathomable Three Sword Immortals had finally taken action.
How could that bastard Yang Fei possibly escape the thunderous strike of the Three Sword Immortals?
He felt secretly delighted but kept a neutral expression on his face, politely saying goodbye to Golden Buddha together with Qiu Yidao.
In Yannan, far from the Provincial City, Yang Fei was unaware of the changes happening with Golden Buddha.
These past two days, he had been worrying about his cultivation technique.
After successfully advancing to Tiger Thorn from Extreme Tiger, his martial arts had been at a standstill.
And the internal injury that had not troubled Yang Fei for a long time was starting to ache faintly again.
This symptom was a harbinger of the recurrence of his internal injury, and Yang Fei felt somewhat panic-stricken.
This time, the flare-up of his internal injury was also accompanied by a mysterious and fierce mood in his heart.
The murderous aura in Yang Fei's heart was like the waves of the sea, each tide higher than the last.
As a former Special Forces soldier who had crawled out from under bullet rain and gun smoke,
Yang Fei was very familiar with this feeling.
At the most intense moments of battle, when true flames of war were kindled on the battlefield, all notions of life and death, honor and belief, would transform into a violent surge of killing intent.
This violent surge of killing intent would dominate a soldier's heart, turning them into a killing machine.
In the end, such a frenzied soldier,
Would either die at the enemy's hands or under their own weapons.
Even those who miraculously survived would become aggressive madmen.
Yang Fei worried that if this continued, he truly might go insane.
Corresponding to the violent surge in his heart was Yang Fei's increasingly rapid speed.
The speed at which Yang Fei moved had become so fast that even he himself was alarmed.
What kind of technique was this, to be so against the heavens?
Yang Fei remembered Old Silver Stick once said,
When he had no other options, he could open the second leather paper bag.
Inside the bag, there would be a solution.
That night, unable to restrain himself, Yang Fei opened the leather paper bag.
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