Chapter 1210 - 315: Gingko and Snow Reflecting the Zen Heart, The Tempered Blade and Blood Saving the People (Part 3)

Master Yuan Chi gently nodded, his eyes full of praise, "Well said, well said! Feiyang, you have the nation in your heart and the common people in your eyes. This is precisely the great path I have always hoped you could comprehend."

He paused, his gaze looking out the window, the distant Mount Song covered in white snow, appearing like a silver dragon, winding and coiling, "This Jianghu, endless strife, enmity and love, cannot be cut, and is difficult to unravel. But as people of the Martial Arts world, if one only thinks of personal gains, chasing fame and fortune, they have entered the wrong path. Only by holding the world in one’s heart can the true meaning of martial arts be truly understood, only then can one become a true great hero."

Shi Feiyang listened intently, remembering his master’s words in his heart, "Master, I have always remembered your teachings. Years ago, when I first entered under your tutelage, ignorant and unaware, it was you who patiently guided me, not only imparting martial arts but also teaching me life lessons. I know that as someone in the martial arts world, one must not only have strong skills but also hold the world in their heart. Along this journey, I have encountered numerous difficulties and temptations, but I’ve always remembered your words, never daring to slack. I am determined to continue working hard, not failing your expectations, not failing the common people."

Master Yuan Chi lightly patted Shi Feiyang’s shoulder, "Good, good! Feiyang, you have the path in your heart, light in your eyes, I believe you can forge your own great path, bringing more welfare to the common people."

He sighed slightly, a hint of emotion showing in his eyes, "Though I am already a hundred years old, my days in this world are not many, but seeing your growth fills my heart with hope. This Jianghu, after all, is the world of the young."

Shi Feiyang felt a pang in his heart, hurriedly saying, "Master, you shall surely live long and healthy, centennial. I have many things I still wish to discuss with you, many matters I want to seek your advice on. This Jianghu, still needs your guidance."

Master Yuan Chi shook his head with a smile, "Birth, aging, illness, death, are the normal course of life, no need to be concerned. As long as you uphold justice and hold compassion, carving out a bright path in this Jianghu, I shall be satisfied."

He paused, taking out a yellowed scripture from the wooden box beside him, handing it to Shi Feiyang, "This is the ’Yi Jin Jing’ passed down by Master Bodhidharma, containing the supreme essence of martial arts and much philosophy of life. Take it, study it well, it may be helpful to you."

Shi Feiyang received the scripture with both hands, carefully holding it, "Thank you, Master! I shall diligently research it, not disappointing your expectations."

In the Zen Room, master and disciple smiled at each other, at this moment, time seemed to stand still.

The cold wind outside continued to howl, but inside the Zen Room was filled with warmth and hope. Amidst this Jianghu’s chaos, this master-disciple friendship, this patriotic sentiment, like a beacon, lights the path for Shi Feiyang.

In the early winter season, Shaolin Thousand Deer Plateau was covered with a thin layer of silver frost and snow.

The light breeze gently brushed, the withered yellow leaves slightly swayed on the branches, occasionally falling with the wind like golden butterflies dancing in the air.

The distant mountains loomed faintly in the mist, resembling a subtle ink painting.

The grassland on the plateau had lost its summer verdant green, becoming dry and dreary, yet still emitting a faint grassy fragrance.

Occasionally a few wild animals shuttled through, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet plateau.

Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, shining on the glazed tiles of the Shaolin Temple, gleaming with golden light.

The temple’s bell tolled melodiously and profoundly, seemingly penetrating the mist of the soul, allowing one to feel a sense of calm and tranquility.

On the day of the martial arts gathering, Zhong Renwang and Dugu Yan, thinking their plot was successful, secretly added poison to the tea.

However, just as they were about to act, they were surrounded by masters from various factions who had long been lying in ambush.

"Zhong Renwang, your conspiracy has been exposed, surrender now!" Shi Feiyang’s voice resounded throughout the place, surrounded by ice blue True Qi and golden blade light, like the War God descending.

Zhong Renwang’s furious shout shook the ancient pines on Mount Song, causing the snow to fall, his palms flying, and the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" transformed into eighteen hidden forces, each palm wind carrying the momentum of a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

Dugu Yan’s long sword lightly trembled, the Qiushui Sword blade gleaming coldly, "Eight Styles of Famous Sword" and "Swordsmanship of Evading Demons" seamlessly merged, sword shadows turned into a sky full of cold stars, specifically targeting the vital points of martial artists.

In an instant, screams echoed across Thousand Deer Plateau, dozens of bodies flew out like rag dolls, the sound of bones cracking rang out, blood splattered on the white snow, like blossoming red plum.

The north wind carried a stench of blood as it rushed forward, Zhong Renwang laughing madly, his laughter filled with madness, shaking the accumulated snow like catkins fluttering.

He slowly pushed his palms, in the palm center a virtual image of a blue lotus faintly appeared, which was precisely the Celestial Lotus Sect’s supreme skill "Celestial Heart Lotus Ring."

The blue lotus virtual image changed form with his Inner Strength, sometimes becoming a sturdy shield, sometimes condensing into a sharp spear, showing brilliance in offense and defense. "Shi Feiyang, do you truly think this small Celestial Spirit North Dipper Array can trap me? Today I’ll let you witness what it means to be the world’s top Divine Skill!" With that, his figure flashed like a ghost, instantly breaking through the array’s defense, the palm wind made a piercing explosion sound in the air, plowing two half-foot deep furrows in the ground.

Seeing this, Daoist Master Xuanqing of the Quanzhen Sect flicked his duster like a Spiritual Snake emerging from its hole, performing the "Gang Wind Sweeps Leaves" technique of Quanzhen Swordsmanship.