Chapter 447: There Are Suddenness in Life

Shen Lian’s resolution did not move Ziling fairy. She kept the scroll of painting, took another one out from her body and passed both scrolls to Shen Lian.

She then removed the purple bell tied around her waist, the melodious ringing tone was like a shallow stream, gently flowing into Shen Lian’s heart and it filled his heart with joy. He paid attention to Ziling, knowing that this was the magical weapon with its infinite powers that grandmaster had become famous for. It was only that in this vast world, it would be difficult to encounter someone who would be able to make the grandmaster use this weapon in battle.

The shape of the bell was nothing outstanding, it was the pattern on it, seamless like flowing water. At the same time, it was filled with the rhythm of Tiancheng.

The dense pattern, if closely observed, had as many as tens of thousands of twists and turns. Its arcs and curves were totally different. Even if the most skilled Master Alchemists saw the patterns, would wonder how was it carved so intricately so because it was overly natural. As if all patterns were simultaneously carved on it at the same time, with its even colors.

Only Shen Lian knew the pattern on the bell, just like the Yin Yang fishes drawn by the Grandmaster, both done without any effort. The time spent on it might not even be more than a breath. The scariest part was that these patterns were not done unintentionally, just like the changes in the Taixu strategy’s qi dynamic, every turn was constantly flowing and intertwining with each other.

These patterns though pale in comparison to the bell’s value itself. If someone devoted energy to studying the mystery, even if they could not prove their longevity, they would be able to comprehend the Taoist ancestry and would instill a deep implication in their natural aura.

Ziling Fairy said calmly: “This bell has been with me for a long time, its power is nothing ordinary. It is that I do not need it on the journey back anymore. You may pass it to Caiwei for her self-defense.”

Shen Lian respectfully took the bell, and it felt light as if there was nothing in his hand. He said: “Grandmaster does not intend to see the sister once more?”

Ziling said gently: “She is a good child, so I hope the future presents me with opportunities to meet her, instead of now. Shen Lian do you understand?”

Shen Lian naturally understood the meaning of Grandmaster Zu, even though his Apprentice-Sister herself knows her hopes in attaining immortality is nil, let alone be able to transcend beyond the mortal world like the Grandmaster, and pursue the footsteps of Grandmaster Qing Shui. However, Grandmaster still bore expectations towards her, even leaving two valued treasures without any hesitation with Shen Lian, to be passed to her.

And in this moment, Shen Lian realized the love Grandmaster has for him and his Apprentice-Sister are the same. Regardless of the quality of the descendants, they all received the same care.

Shen Lian could not express his gratitude to the Grandmaster through actions, nor could he comment on her extraordinary action and simply whispered back: “Disciple understands.”

Zi Ling looked at him with a smile, her body like a transparent haze, inviolable, telling people to look into her heart.

A smack in the air broke the atmosphere. At once, a flash of purple and green rushed into the sky, as if a certain rule between heaven and earth was disregarded. Causing a tremble of Qi and was spread to countless place

The two flashes lasted for a quarter of an hour. The lingering spiritual pressure made it impossible for any of Qing Xuan’s doyen and disciples to engage the contingency. All kinds of visions appeared on Zifu Mountain, mysterious depths of the starry sky, surging springs, dark universe, and fascinating ceilings…

Shen Lian expected Grandmaster to be able to transcend beyond the mortal world at any time, but he would never have imagined a scene like this. Everything happened so fast and so suddenly.

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Just as some encounters in life which come unexpectedly, when people were not half prepared.

Shen Lian understood completely that Grandmaster used her departure to give him a practical life lesson that not everything could be predicted.

Until the vision disappeared, Shen Lian dragged himself down the hill. Apprentice-sister Gu Caiwei was at the foot of the mountain, the Youhe River was not far from her. Shen Lian held her hand and delivered the lightly-clouded purple bell to her, and did not say anything more.

Next would be the discourse

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Water is the origin of life, it is the vastness of the sea as if it existed since the beginning of the epoch, it is not known how many tyrannical creatures were born during the period, with a long history of civilization.

When the sea is quiet, it is like light blue silk, quietly displaying its infinite beauty and softness. Once the turbulent wind whistled, the undercurrents of the seabed raged, and it was possible to set off the momentum of the sky. It was no worse than the magical power of any one of the fairy figures in the world.

Now the sky is full of dark clouds, which told of the approach of a raging storm. Shen Lian looked up at the deep sky and in the vastness, there was a dragon’s head, two horns branched out of the sides of its head, like loyal guards.

A gust of wind did not come from where it came from. The high waves seemed to be a city wall. They pressed down directly, and the dragon’s horn shot out an intense ray of light in pale blue color. Before the waves touch the corner of Shen Lian’s robes, the ray of light parted the waves into two parts and conveniently passed through him.

The flood dragon snorted proudly with a deep and low call as if to vent his own energy. It traveled in the sea, a kind of carefree posture that allowed the intelligent monk to comprehend the mystery of the wonder. The fluctuation of water lines has an inexplicable and simple beauty.

There is no trace of the dragon’s tail as it seemed almost insignificant.

With the dark clouds and the turbulent winds suddenly became fierce, numerous waves collided with the dragon, which seemed to make them give way to the power of nature. However, the dragons were washed by the waves, and they grew more jubilant, riding the wind and waves, speeding fast like lightning, playing arbitrarily in fierceness. In the shipwreck, there was no annoyance at all.

Shen Lian allowed the flood dragon to swim in the immense sea. His feet, as if rooted, were firmly stood on the forehead of the dragon, his eyes shut tightly, as if he was drifting away from the sky, or to get a shut eye. Intending to ascend Mount Lingtai Fangcun on the third of March with full spirit.

There were endless waves, and suddenly the sky rang with thunder, and a thick trunk-like lightning bolt linked the sky and the sea. While traveling through the waves, the flood dragon swiftly avoided the quick lightning by a hair’s breadth.

The thunder and lightning could not hurt it, but to disturb the master who was resting on its head is a crime of great insolence. Therefore, the flood dragon seems to be avoiding the lightning by a hair’s breadth. In fact, he is trying his best to get the slightest margin out of avoiding the fastest thing in this world.

This ultimate avoidance gave the dragon an unknowable feeling of ecstasy. In addition to the vastness of the sea, giving it a rush that cannot be compared, so much so that it did not control the roar it let out.

The dragon’s wild roar was powerful, but the dragon stifled its roars immediately, minding Shen Lian who stood on its head, luckily Shen Lian had no reaction and it let out a sigh of relief.

During this little distraction, a flash of lightning suddenly crossed its face, causing it to shut its eyes, its mind a disoriented by it.