Realizing This Is A Wuxia World After Cultivating For 300 Years

the road ahead was clear.

As long as he followed this path, if nothing unexpected happened, he could rely on establishing a world with stable order to reach the Soul Formation realm.

However, Cui Heng clearly felt that pure safety was not what he wanted. Or rather, he wanted more than just safety.

Although a world with a stable order was safe, it was also suffocating and lifeless. There was definitely something missing and lacking.

As for what was missing and what was lacking, he had yet to think of it.

However, before the purple qi that symbolizes the changes in the thoughts and fate of all living beings in the Purple Mansion Golden Hall turned into divine light, he planned to investigate from this aspect and see if he could find any clues.

Gradually, he realized that many martial artists from the old era had lost their original positions in this new era. They had become dispirited and even despaired.

Yan Buqun was a typical example.

Cui Heng heard about it from a disciple who had left Yan Buqun, so he came over to talk to him.

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“Yes, yes! Please come in.”

Yan Buqun welcomed Cui Heng in happily and hurriedly went to make tea. At the same time, he asked with a smile, “How should I address you?”

Although he did not know Cui Heng or his identity, he felt that there was nothing about him worth scheming against.

Moreover, it had been a long time since anyone came to look for him. At such a bitter time, it was good to have someone to talk to.

Hence, he did not ask much and welcomed Cui Heng in.

“My surname is Cui.” Cui Heng nodded slightly. He looked around and smiled. “Your dojo is very big.”

“So its Brother Cui.” Yan Buqun walked over with a tea stove and invited Cui Heng to sit on the meditation cushion. He sighed and said, “Back then, I was ambitious when developing the dojo, so I built it a little bigger. I didnt expect it to become like this.”

“Its because of the spread of the new martial path, right?” Cui Heng looked at the tea stove and the charcoal inside. “The changes of the world are like a raging fire, blazing and bright, illuminating the path ahead, but its inevitable that some people will become charcoal.”

“…” Yan Buquns body trembled slightly when he heard this. He looked at Cui Heng in surprise and frowned. “Brother Cui, what are you trying to say? Dont expect me to say anything bad about the Wu Dynasty.”

“I dont have any intention of probing you.” Cui Heng shook his head gently and smiled. “I just want to ask you, what do you think of the current Wu Dynasty and your current self?”

“How can a muddle-headed cripple like me be worthy of answering such a question?” Yan Buqun shook his head repeatedly, but when he saw Cui Hengs gaze, he fell silent again.

After a long while, he sighed deeply and said, “Actually, Im not dissatisfied with the current Wu Dynasty. Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth.

Ive experienced the chaotic times of the past. The people who begged together today might die on the streets tomorrow for no reason. Those who were kind to others might also be killed for no reason.

In those times, Chongyang Star was chaotic and dangerous. After the Wu Dynasty was established, there were laws in the world. With powerful law enforcers maintaining order, it became much safer.

The spread of the new martial path has also given more ordinary people a chance to change their fate. This is a great thing. To be honest, I still like this era very much.

Sigh… Brother Cui, perhaps youre right. The world is changing, and flames are burning. There will always be people who are destined to become charcoal and burn themselves to illuminate this era.

Old martial artists like us are like this charcoal. But sometimes, the charcoal cant help but wonder if the blazing flames can give us a chance as well.

Can it not lock us in the furnace like this? Can it give us a chance to change ourselves? Can it not throw us into the tea stove without asking anything?”

Gradually, Yan Buqun became agitated. He even stood up to vent his emotions.

Cui Heng sat opposite Yan Buqun and listened quietly.

Hearing him question, hearing him roar. Hearing him cry, hearing him lament and finally, turn everything into a sigh.

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“I seem to understand what Im missing.”