Chapter 4 — I Am the True Murong

7 Medicine Vuong Coc is located at the southernmost tip of the cultivating world, located on an isolated island off the coast, completely isolated from the outside world. My master and I rode for three days and three nights until we finally arrived. The Void Immortal, with hair as white as ice, leaning on a digging stick in his hand, had long been waiting at the entrance of the valley. "Receiving the message from old brother Bach Ngoc really startled the old man. The last time I gave you the medicine... had you already used it all?" My master and I looked at each other and smiled, casually speaking out the pre-prepared reason: "My lord, this time my disciple and my master want to stay in Quy Coc for a while, then we will go down to earth to practice." I clasped my hands, bowed down to pay respects, and said sincerely: "Immortal, we will not let you take care of us for nothing. If there is anything you need, please let us know." The Void Fairy stroked his beard, clicked his tongue and muttered: "Hey, I really don't know what to do with you two teachers and students... Forget it, come in!" I guided my master to follow the footsteps of the immortal. As soon as I entered the valley, the back immediately turned into a steep cliff, with absolutely no trace of the previous entrance. I looked at the scene before my eyes in surprise, and immediately remembered the words recorded in the book: "The Medicine King Coc has a different formation between heaven and earth. If outsiders do not have someone to guide them, they will never be able to find the coc mouth." The uneasiness that had weighed heavily on my heart all along the way, was finally let go when I saw that scene. Even if Immortal Venerable Lang Tieu discovered something unusual, it would be difficult to trace the whereabouts of me and my master. So... we have won precious time to search for the truth. As soon as we settled in, my master and I immediately breathed in and calmed down. Medicine Vuong Coc is located on a spiritual energy dragon vein, with abundant natural energy from heaven and earth, making it an ideal place for cultivation and healing. In my previous life, my master and I suffered all kinds of estrangement in the sect, and the place we were assigned to practice was always the place with the sparsest spiritual energy. And here - with just one breath, the overwhelming spiritual energy follows the gentle flow and washes every inch of the body's meridians. But… the Void Immortal is an extremely stingy old man. Before I could take a few breaths to refresh myself, he quickly ran over, leaning on his cane and shouting: "Oh my god! Those two spirit thieves! This spiritual energy is for me to grow spiritual herbs! Don't suck it up!" Then the fairy used his cane and pointed straight at me, saying with a serious face: "You brat, quickly go to work! It's like paying you two for staying here! If you don't do it, the old man will kick you two out right now!" I laughed, happily took the hoe in his hand, nodded: "Okay, okay~ I'm going to dig the soil for your sacred herbs right here." In the days that followed, my master and I hid in the Medicine Vuong Coc, living a peaceful day. It wasn't because he intentionally held back and didn't go, but because Immortal Void got excited and insisted on keeping his master to... be a "white mouse to test the medicine". After all, damage to the master's spiritual platform is an incurable disease. If a cure can really be found, the Void Immortal will probably be so happy that he will immediately fly up. During the day, we go to the ling field to help grow herbs. At noon, we run to feed the linguine fish. At night, we go to the field to cut ling figs to feed the buffalo. Although difficult, but my heart is very satisfied. As for the master, it was much more miserable - being forced by the Void Immortal to drink all kinds of strange elixirs every day, and having to describe every reaction after drinking in detail. However, it is true that heaven is not without mercy, the Void Immortal actually found an ancient medicine. Although the spiritual tower cannot be completely restored, it can at least stabilize its current condition. Therefore, after the master finished drinking the specially prepared elixir, he immediately went into seclusion for treatment. I don't know when I will leave the customs, leaving only me and that old man, staring at each other face to face every day. My body is leisurely, my heart gradually relaxes - free from the ghosts of my previous life, and begin to feel the rare peace in this life of cultivating immortals. 8 One day, while I was harvesting spiritual herbs outside the spiritual field, a ray of spiritual light suddenly flashed in the sea of consciousness. I immediately held the sickle in my hand, treated it like a short sword, and swung it to try the trick. The cold sword aura carrying coldness spread out in all directions, directly penetrating the roots of each spiritual herb. Looking at the spiritual herbs that fell at the right time, but my body remained intact and undamaged, I immediately knew: My hands can now control the sword energy to the point of trance and transformation. With joy in my heart, I continued to dance the sickle in my hand - in the sea of inspiration flowing, layer upon layer of thoughts rushed in. Slash, sweep, hook, stab. The wind blew, and in the blink of an eye, all the spiritual herbs in several acres of ling fields were harvested cleanly. A soulless sickle, without any sword soul, was still vibrating at this moment, emitting a resounding cry. I was startled and regained consciousness, looked around, and then realized - I had just... created a new set of swordsmanship. It turns out that the so-called sword technique is inherently in accordance with the laws of heaven and earth and is born from everyday experience. I smiled and named this set of swordsmanship: "Thap Thuc Nong Mang." (Ten Techniques of Farming) Just as I was still immersed in the joy of enlightenment, a sound transmission suddenly rang out in my ears from within the sect. It was the chatter of the senior brothers and sisters: "Little junior sister is really amazing! Those moves you just used during the competition... are truly unprecedented swordsmanship!" "She will definitely win the top spot at this immortal sect conference! We seem to have no hope left..." "As expected of a swordplay genius, stunning appearance, amazing strength... truly admirable!" Before leaving the sect, I secretly placed more than ten specially made "Flowing Shadow Stones" and "Sound Transmission Talisman" everywhere. It is to conveniently observe all the changes within the Van Kiem Sect from afar. And at this moment, Mac Dung Nhuoc was competing with the disciples of the Hang Kiem Sect. Just as I predicted - I had just created "Thap Thuc Nong Mang", she immediately used the same move to defeat her opponent. In Luu Anh Thach, Mac Dung Nhuoc smiled smugly. I just coldly looked at her, my heart became more and more certain: My previous guess was completely correct. Mac Dung Nhuoc... there is definitely a problem! As long as I think of any sword technique in my head, she immediately grasps it, and then completely imitates every move and move without error. Although I have yet to find out what secret or forbidden magic she uses, But I can say one thing for sure — I was the one who got stolen! “Han Suong Thirteen Formulas” is basically nothing called “the heirloom sword technique of the Mac Dung family”! In my previous life, Mac Dung Nhuoc clearly had the intention of harming me. She stole my swordsmanship, ripped out my spiritual roots, and then stepped on my body in exchange for her own ultimate glory. I'm not willing! Hatred and resentment rose like a tide in my chest, I gritted my teeth, my nails dug into my palms until they bled. But then, everything was like cold air melting into the night - everything was choked in the throat, it was impossible to swallow, and it was impossible to let it out. Even though I know the truth of my past life, right now... I still don't have a single piece of evidence to turn everything back. I have no way of knowing what tricks Mac Dung Nhuoc used. Master is still in seclusion and has not yet left the seclusion, but Mac Dung Nhuoc has Immortal Venerable Lang Tieu as support, just relying on my words - who will believe? If I let her find a chance to exchange gossip, I'm afraid she will still follow the same mistakes of her previous life and die without a place to bury her. But… Kendo is not like other things. Only studying the "image" without understanding the "idea", studying a lot but not understanding - sooner or later you will lose your mind and destroy your future.