Chapter 1478 - 1475: Wu Guangzu Rescued

Chapter 1478: Chapter 1475: Wu Guangzu Rescued

"Hehe, fantastic, I’ve finally mastered the seventh level of the Godless Technique, reaching Great Perfection, and my power has also broken through," Wu Guangzu exclaimed with excitement, as he had finally reached the peak he’d been striving for.

The Assassin Group Master smiled wryly, saying, "Congratulations indeed, but I must remind you, Wu Guangzu, that this is not yet the pinnacle of the Godless Technique; it’s merely a beginning!"

The Master originally wasn’t intent on discouraging Wu Guangzu, but he wanted Wu Guangzu to understand that there’s always a higher mountain, lest he thinks he’s invincible and suffers a crushing defeat.

Moreover, Dharma II deeply understood the specifics of Wu Guangzu’s background, harboring some unresolved feelings. Certain matters these two children must eventually face, it’s fate, perhaps beyond anyone’s ability to change.

"What? This is just the beginning? What do you mean, Master?"

Wu Guangzu was puzzled by the Assassin Group Master’s words.

"Haha, I’ll keep some secrets for now; you’ll understand in the future. But here’s a hint: I can unblock the powerful Qi within your body, indicating I’m stronger than the Qi within you, understand?"

After speaking, the Assassin Group Master headed outside the cave, "Wu Guangzu, I can’t stay out for long, handle the remaining matters yourself, follow your heart, if it is free of distractions, you’ll surely reach new heights."

With that, the Assassin Group Master vanished into the darkness of the cave.

Wu Guangzu barely had time to say goodbye before realizing the Master had already disappeared. He sighed lightly, realizing the matters that lay ahead would not be resolved quickly.

Wu Guangzu decided to first seek out news from his junior brothers, suddenly recalling something—what about Junior Brother Chen Tianlong? Tan Batian, Ru Nian, and Gu Yuxin, where are they?

Reflecting on this, Wu Guangzu started towards the cave entrance...

At the foot of Heart-breaking Cliff, Wu Mengting was overwhelmed with grief, but thinking of her father, she couldn’t bring herself to take her life. Were it not for her longing for her father, she would’ve already decided to follow Chen Tianlong.

Thus, Wu Mengting endured the pain, checked into a hotel, planning to set out early the next morning.

The next day, Wu Mengting didn’t waste much time before taking a car directly back to Good Sword Manor, but the scene she saw left her in utter collapse. For now, at Good Sword Manor, there was nothing but ruins, her father Wu Jian was nowhere to be seen.

"Father..."

Wu Mengting shouted, then fell to her knees. It was apparent the manor had been burned down by the Sabina people, the entire estate was engulfed by fire, undoubtedly leaving no survivors.

Now, Wu Mengting truly had nowhere to turn; just after Chen Tianlong’s mishap, her father had vanished.

Though she could deceive herself with uncertain life or death, it was only self-deception. The manor was her father’s life’s work. With his character, he would rather perish with the estate.

In this moment, Wu Mengting’s pain was compounded, and she fainted. It wasn’t clear how much time passed before she awoke again. Remembering Chen Tianlong, she found herself alone and utterly helpless, the only thought was to go to Heart-breaking Cliff and leap down to die with Chen Tianlong.

"Chen Tianlong, I miss you so much; don’t you know how painful it is to live each day without you? Nonetheless, wait for me, we’ll meet soon,"

Tears of longing trickled down Wu Mengting’s pale face; at this moment, she had decided to follow Chen Tianlong.

Thus, Wu Mengting became Xiaogu, once again running swiftly towards Heart-breaking Cliff...

In the thousand-foot valley below Heart-breaking Cliff, as Chen Tianlong fell unconscious after plummeting, a vision appeared—a person, his mother. Gently, she told him, "Child, wake up, there’s so much left for you in this world."

A hot tear slipped from Chen Tianlong’s eye; even unconscious, he couldn’t rest. At the brink of death, the weight of responsibility felt crushing.

With a "boom," Chen Tianlong fell into a pool, its deep waters easing the impact of his fall, granting him the chance at rebirth.

Otherwise, from such a high cliff, even immortals would be smashed to bits. No wonder Kuang Chenggong was so assured; apparently, he’d investigated the valley’s height.

After Chen Tianlong fell into the deep pool, he swiftly floated to the surface, then drifted to the shore with the current.

This was the valley floor, where one would rarely find any people. But this time was an exception, as Chen Tianlong landed near the spot where Sword Sect’s Wu Wuji had retired.

About a hundred meters from the pool stood a quaint wooden house, clearly designed by a skilled carpenter. Besides his Sword Sect moniker, Wu Wuji was also a renowned carpenter, with excellent craftsmanship.

Wu Wuji was the founder of the Ancient Wu Family, Wu Mengting’s grandfather.

Fate can’t hide; the grandson-in-law has come calling.

Daily, Wu Wuji would come to the pool to wash clothes, garments not perpetually worn, bought from above during his regular visits.

With his current strength, scaling the thousand-foot abyss was no issue, at the Great Perfection Limit of Celestial Dao’s seventh star.

This strength easily allowed flying in the sky, meaning such depths posed no barrier. Chen Tianlong’s Sword Control skill couldn’t ascend that high; one to two thousand meters was its limit, tackling a thousand-meter deep canyon was honestly impossible.

At this moment, Wu Wuji stepped to the pool’s edge, planning to wash his dirty clothes, suddenly noticing a white object drifting beside the pool, freezing momentarily upon seeing it was a person.

Hastily, he approached, pulling the body ashore.

By chance or fate, Chen Tianlong ended up floating on a wooden plank, clinging to it for dear life, or he might have drowned.

Wu Wuji chuckled bitterly. This kid sure was blessed with great fortune. How could he manage this? Falling unconscious but still subconsciously grabbing onto a plank to save himself—it was miraculous.

Perhaps it was not in Chen Tianlong’s destiny to die just yet. Life has its own decree; when it’s not your time, any coincidence can happen. This is fate.

After some effort, Wu Wuji pulled Chen Tianlong ashore. Cleaning the clothes could wait; saving a life was more urgent. He quickly checked under Chen Tianlong’s nose and, finding breath, sighed with relief.

Although Chen Tianlong’s life or death had nothing to do with him, nor did he know this young fellow, as a member of the Sword Sect, he wasn’t so heartless.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have jumped all those years ago, all for the sake of ’feelings.’ He wasn’t as fortunate, his beloved having died from the fall.

And because of this, he had guarded this place for eighteen years.

Since Chen Tianlong wasn’t dead, Wu Wuji found it necessary to save him. He lifted Chen Tianlong and swiftly carried him back to the wooden hut, retrieving a pill from under the bed.

If Chen Tianlong could see it, he would find it very familiar.

Indeed, it was a superb Great Rejuvenation Pill, rare in existence.

But Wu Wuji had long ceased to care about such things, so without hesitation, he stuffed it into Chen Tianlong’s mouth, helping him swallow by pressing his chin and throat. Chen Tianlong swallowed the pill.

Next, Wu Wuji fetched a bowl of water and helped Chen Tianlong drink it down.

Once done, Wu Wuji gently patted Chen Tianlong on the back, resulting in a "pff" sound as he spat out a mouthful of clotted blood.

Though still unconscious, Wu Wuji smiled slightly and didn’t pay more attention. After cleaning him up, he let Chen Tianlong rest.

The night passed without incident. Early the next morning, Chen Tianlong suddenly opened his eyes, extremely agitated, and shouted, "Senior Brother Wu, no, I am Chen Tianlong."

As he focused, he found himself in a very exquisite wooden hut, hearing birds chirping outside the window.

He hurriedly got out of bed and ran to the door, stunned by the completely unfamiliar surroundings before him.

There were high mountains and flowing water, babbling brooks, wooden huts among trees—the scene was incredibly picturesque.

"Wow, what kind of place is this?"

Chen Tianlong felt utterly bewildered, suspecting he was dreaming, and quickly pinched his thigh. "Ow..."

The pain from his pinch made Chen Tianlong gasp, but this sound was heard by the keenly perceptive Wu Wuji of the Sword Sect.

In an instant, Wu Wuji appeared before Chen Tianlong and tentatively attacked.

Wu Wuji couldn’t determine if the young man was friend or foe, so he decided to test his strength. He swiftly reached out to grab Chen Tianlong, who quickly jumped back to evade. Unsure if the other was friend or foe, he refrained from striking back.

Seeing Chen Tianlong’s hesitation, Wu Wuji pressed forward, his hands forming claw-like shapes, swiftly leaping toward him.

Realizing the situation, Chen Tianlong furrowed his brow, deciding to confront him first.

If he was indeed a good person, he would listen to his explanation; if he was a villain, hesitation might lead to defeat.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root."

Chen Tianlong unleashed his strongest move. Without the Dragon Slayer Sword, his attack lacked power; even his strongest move might not cause significant harm.

In an instant, Chen Tianlong transformed into a sword, forming the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root Sword Array, encircling Wu Wuji and commencing a fierce piercing attack.

But the next moment, Chen Tianlong was stunned.

As he found, the old man managed to catch his Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root attack with a composed demeanor, showing no signs of tension.

His movements seemed premeditated, as if predicting Chen Tianlong’s attack direction and timing. Each time, he narrowly dodged or directly caught the attack.

This was absurd. Had he suffered an injury that weakened him so much, causing his Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Root to become so feeble?

This was all Chen Tianlong could think.

After the move ended, Chen Tianlong landed, but before gaining his footing, a large claw reached out to grab him.

Desperately dodging, Chen Tianlong found the claw relentless, following him everywhere like a Heart-Desired Dart.

Soon, cornered, Chen Tianlong leaned against the wooden hut wall. The old man smiled and said, "Young man, where else can you run? You have quite the vitality; just recovered and already so fierce. Truly, the young are to be reckoned with."