As Gong Liexian appeared, many faces at the scene changed. This young county princess of the Prince Gong’s family was renowned throughout the martial arts world of the Long Country. Who didn’t know her?
Chen Jiuyang frowned slightly and said to the Han clan martial artist, "All members of the Han clan, retreat from the Qinling Mountains and do not get involved in this matter."
"Hehehe, Marquis Xuanyang, why do you fear her? Do you want to join forces with this Saintess to capture her? The three of us can then enjoy ultimate pleasure."
At this moment, Ming Huatong, dressed in a white dress with watery eyes and an alluring aura, also appeared.
The entire Qinling Mountains truly descended into chaos at this moment, with various forces coming to join the fray.
It was one thing for Gong Liexian to arrive, but they hadn't expected Ming Huatong to also come to the Qinling Mountains.
It was clear that this Peng Zu遗迹 had indeed become a place of trouble, but also a crucible for Chen Jiuyang's path of invincible divine abilities.
Upon seeing the situation, the Han clan members, who were still contemplating whether to agree to Chen Jiuyang's command, immediately bowed and clasped their fists. "Yes, son-in-law. We, the martial artists of the Han clan, obey your orders and will leave the Qinling Mountains immediately."
A group of Han clan martial artists then departed.
Chen Jiuyang looked at Ming Huatong and Gong Liexian, his expression calm. "This Marquis has no intention of interfering in your grievances. I am here only to repay the kindness of Monk Puhui and protect his life. This Peng Zu遗迹 is of no importance to me."
Although he had abandoned the martial arts of the divine physician inheritance and created his own Yuan Dao, the inheritance of the Pure Yang Immortal Doctor was all-encompassing. He had no interest in the legendary longevity fruit said to be in this Peng Zu遗迹, nor did he need it.
"If you wish to harm Monk Puhui, you must first ask the fist and blade in this Marquis's hand."
Du Manying spoke, "Monk Puhui, you have attracted many martial artists from our Long Country. This matter started because of you. Do you owe everyone an explanation?"
"Amitabha, Lord Du, it has been a long time."
Monk Puhui emerged, clasped his hands, and said loudly, "Ten years ago, this old monk led over two hundred people from the Lingnan martial arts world to prepare to break the seal formation of this Peng Zu遗迹. However, it cost the lives of over two hundred martial artists to discover how to enter this Peng Zu遗迹."
"The Peng Zu遗迹 is a seal formation set by the former dynasty's sage Wang Yangming using the Confucian true words 'Shou Xin' (Guard the Heart)."
"As long as one passes Sage Wang's 'Shou Xin' test, they can enter the Peng Zu遗迹 and obtain its fortune."
Chen Jiuyang glanced at Du Manying and Monk Puhui, and suddenly something came to mind. Could it be...
"You old bald donkey Puhui, who knows if what you say is true or false? Ten years ago, you harmed the lives of over two hundred people from the Lingnan martial arts world. Who dares to believe you now when you say this?"
"If that's the case, why did you hide in the wilderness for over ten years without a trace?"
"Your words might be a trap. We dare not believe them."
"Amitabha!" Monk Puhui said, "A monk does not lie. Since you benefactors do not believe, then this old monk will be the first to explore this Peng Zu遗迹."
With that, Monk Puhui directly headed towards the Peng Zu遗迹. The Six Doors constables did not stop him, merely asking him to sign his name.
Seeing this, Chen Jiuyang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he laughed heartily, "Interesting. If that's the case, this Marquis will also join the fun and take a look."
Chen Jiuyang stepped forward and wrote his name on the registration book that Du Manying had already 'prepared', then headed towards the Peng Zu遗迹.
As soon as they reached the Peng Zu Mountain遗迹, the mass of clouds covering the mountaintop suddenly cascaded down like an avalanche. White mist roared down, enveloping the entire mountain.
The figures of Monk Puhui and Chen Jiuyang were swallowed within, disappearing from sight.
Seeing that both of them dared to act in such a manner, the faces of the thirty-four families of Lingnan turned ashen. Had they been deceived by Monk Puhui over the past decade? If they had known this, why would their Lingnan aristocratic families have been entrenched here for hundreds of years without daring to move? It was precisely because they didn't know how to pass this sage's formation.
Over the years, they had sent many people in, but none had survived, so they had remained entrenched here.
"This Peng Zu遗迹 is also a good thing. This Saintess also wants to explore it." Ming Huatong chuckled and walked forward, preparing to sign her name.
"Hiss—"
Gong Liexian attacked with her golden spear, looking coldly at her, "Everyone present can explore this Peng Zu遗迹, but not the people of your Lotus Sect."
"Why can't my Lotus Sect members explore?" Ming Huatong did not flee upon seeing Gong Liexian now because she knew that the Sword Bearer had to prioritize the overall situation. There were thousands of martial artists gathered here.
And there were only two hundred Six Doors constables. Even though Gong Liexian faced her as an enemy, she did not attack her immediately, as she had to abide by the rules and prioritize the overall situation.
Gong Liexian said coldly, "I say the Lotus Sect cannot, and they cannot. If you have any objections, feel free to make a move."
"You, Gong Liexian, are going too far!" Ming Huatong's eyes immediately showed hatred as she looked at Gong Liexian.
"So what if I'm going too far? What if I'm humiliating your Lotus Sect?" Gong Liexian's gaze was sharp as she stared at Ming Huatong.
"Fine, I've noted this." Ming Huatong uttered a threat, then turned and left. It was unclear what her purpose was for coming here.
Subsequently, dense numbers of martial artists from various forces came forward to sign and enter the Peng Zu遗迹 formation.
...
After Chen Jiuyang's figure was enveloped by the white mist, the world spun, and the scene before him suddenly changed.
He found himself in a small, ancient-style room. Outside the window, a fiery red setting sun hung in the sky. A middle-aged man in a Confucian robe sat in front of him, holding a scroll. His steady voice rang out:
"'Li' (Reason/Principle) is entirely within the 'Xin' (Heart) of man. 'Li' gives birth to the universe, heaven, earth, and all things. Man inherits its essence, thus the human heart inherently carries its essence. In the relationship between knowledge and action, one must know, and one must also act. Knowledge contains action, and action contains knowledge. This is what is meant by 'unity of knowledge and action'; the two are mutually complementary and inseparable. Knowledge must inevitably manifest as action; without action, it cannot be considered true knowledge."
"Chen Jiuyang, you already possess wealth and status. Coming here, do you know what you truly seek?"
Chen Jiuyang's heart trembled. The middle-aged man in the Confucian robe before him was none other than Sage Wang Yangming. His formation could actually manifest his figure. The power of a sage was truly unfathomable.
Facing Wang Yangming's question, Chen Jiuyang did not answer immediately but observed carefully. Then, something shocking happened. He discovered that the title of the book in Sage Wang's hand was "The Biography of Chen Jiuyang."
Numerous thoughts surged into Chen Jiuyang's mind. Chen Jiuyang couldn't help but ask himself, did he know what he wanted?
After thinking for a long time, Chen Jiuyang said, "I wish to advance my martial arts to protect the peace of my family, nation, and people!"
Wang Yangming's phantom, looking at the scroll in his hand, slowly raised his head. It was as if he were alive, as if he had crossed a thousand years to look at Chen Jiuyang, causing Chen Jiuyang's heart to be shaken.
"Good. If that is so, then go and experience it yourself."
"If you succeed, you will attain what you seek. If you fail, you will perish."