CHAPTER 212: CHAPTER 192: THE LIFE OF THE WILD BLADE HEAVENLY EMPEROR, I FOUND YOU!

The Path of Seeking Immortals, naturally, is not smooth.

But Lu Lin pressed on without hesitation.

He climbed over snow-capped mountains.

He slept on the grasslands.

He crossed great rivers.

He endured severe injuries.

But none of these encounters and experiences could deter Lu Lin’s determination to seek immortality and the Dao.

"The Heavenly Saber Sect opens its Great Mountain Gate, widely recruiting disciples."

Upon hearing this news, Lu Lin quickly rushed to the Heavenly Saber Sect.

Although he had a decent martial aptitude, his Spiritual Root was inadequate, and the Heavenly Saber Sect would not accept him.

They wouldn’t even give him the chance to be a listed disciple.

Lu Lin offered all his wealth, gaining nothing in return but silence.

He believed his sincerity would move the immortals of the Heavenly Saber Sect.

In front of the Mountain Gate, Lu Lin knelt and did not rise.

Thirty days later, no one from the Heavenly Saber Sect was willing to bring him into the sect.

Lu Lin’s persistence became a joke.

Fortunately, at that time, an old miscellaneous worker from the Heavenly Saber Sect took pity on Lu Lin and brought him in.

Grateful for the worker’s compassion, Lu Lin worked for him during the daytime and at night tried every means to eavesdrop, steal learnings, and secretly practice.

"Little Lu, practicing like this offers no hope."

"Without a good Spiritual Root, a hundred years of effort is worth only what others achieve in one year of cultivation."

"You’d better go down the mountain early, marry, have children, and continue your lineage."

Lu Lin heard all the discussions from the other workers but remained unmoved.

His cultivation, his quest for the Dao, wasn’t for himself.

Thirty years later, Lu Lin barely reached the Nine Layers of Qi Cultivation, yet his heart was in despair.

His aptitude, supporting him to this stage, had reached its limit.

The road ahead.

Was broken.

The old miscellaneous worker had long left years ago, returning to the mundane world to live his life as a wealthy old man.

But Lu Lin did not give up.

In his heart, there was hatred.

Another thirty years later, Lu Lin’s Cultivation was still stuck at the ninth layer of Qi.

However, being the most senior member of the Servants Court, he no longer needed to work, merely managing the newcomers daily.

The old miscellaneous worker sent a message to Lu Lin, saying he was not doing well and wanted Lu Lin to visit him one last time.

In the mundane world.

Lu Lin met the old worker again, who, before closing his eyes, gave Lu Lin a secret book.

"Heartless Art"

This was a Demon Path Cultivation Method, but Lu Lin chose to cultivate it nonetheless.

He killed.

He set fires.

He harmed Sect Fellows.

He deceived his elders.

A hundred years later, Lu Lin became one of the top masters of the Heavenly Saber Sect, and he knew the time had come.

Slaying the tiger, he severed ties with his parents.

Cultivating the Heartless Art, he severed bonds with the old miscellaneous worker.

Only by eliminating the "immortals" from those years could he sever all ties with Pang Sanjin.

Years later, he found the two "immortals" who had fought in the mountains back then.

Unexpectedly, these two turned out to be a pair of Dao Companions.

The woman resented the man for not loving her, as he flirted with other female cultivators.

The man resented the woman for not trusting him and co-cultivating with other cultivators in a fit of anger.

After a fierce fight, they realized each other’s true feelings.

They chose to forgive each other and lived happily together, never betraying each other for life.

Lu Lin wanted to laugh.

Lu Lin did laugh.

Lu Lin laughed out loud.

He pitied Pang Sanjin.

He pitied countless ordinary people.

To want a peaceful life is already challenging enough, yet these so-called "immortals," just because of a quarrel, casually killed countless lives.

They didn’t even know.

The pair knelt before Lu Lin, pleading for mercy, willing to offer all their possessions as compensation.

Yet the dead cannot be resurrected, and they asked Lu Lin to mourn and let it pass.

Lu Lin instructed them to duel.

The winner lives.

The loser dies.

The rules were simple, and they dared not disobey.

For by now, Lu Lin was a renowned demon in the cultivation world.

The two glanced at each other and began fighting fiercely.

Lu Lin sat by the side, watching with a smile.

They struck each other viciously.

Truly regarding the other as a mortal enemy.

Lu Lin wasn’t afraid of them faking or stalling for time; he’d already planned.

Eventually, the male cultivator prevailed, exhausting the female cultivator’s immortal power and severely injuring her.

As she lay dying, the female cultivator gazed at the male cultivator sentimentally and said:

"Did you really never love me, to strike with such ruthless intent?"

The female cultivator lay on the ground, her clothes stained with blood, dyeing the nearby ground red as well.

A sense of pity stirred in the male cultivator’s heart.

For this was his Dao Companion for many years.

He walked to her, gently stroking her hair, and softly said, "I’m sorry."

"Then you can die."

Before she finished speaking, the female cultivator drove a long-prepared dagger into the male cultivator’s belly.

"You!"

The male cultivator died.

The female cultivator stood before Lu Lin, weakly and respectfully saying, "Senior, I have slain him. Please, as promised, spare my life."

Lu Lin wished to ask her how she achieved all this, but he had no interest.

He waved his hand, allowing the female cultivator to leave.

Riding the clouds, she swiftly fled three thousand miles before daring to stop and heal her injuries.

Yet at that moment, an Iron Saber pierced through her chest.

Her eyes widened in disbelief, dying with regret.

"Forgotten?"

"Forgotten your parents Shi Tou and the Embroidery Lady?"

"Forgotten?"

"Forgotten your Master Pang Sanjin?"

"Forgotten?"

"Forgotten the old miscellaneous worker who brought you in?"

"Forgotten?"

"Forgotten?"

"Born in Heaven and Earth, people come alone and go alone."

"These so-called emotions are but useless vexations."

"Why not pursue heartlessness, emotionlessness, forgetfulness, and cultivate the supreme Heartless Dao to see what wonders the ultimate Heavenly Dao holds."

Voices echoed in Lu Lin’s ears.

Lu Lin’s eyes were bloodshot, his hair standing on end.

The magic power within him was running wild.

The sky was covered with overcast clouds.

After slaying his enemy, he finally made a breakthrough to the Crossing-over Period.

The sound by his ear was the Heart-demon Catastrophe.

Lu Lin murmured to himself:

Forgotten, forgotten, all forgotten.

Forgotten Shi Tou and the Embroidery Lady who went hunting for him knowing there were big insects in the mountains just so he could eat his fill.

Forgotten Pang Sanjin’s demonstrations of the saber method, correcting his errors in practice over and over.

Forgotten the old miscellaneous worker’s longing during his last moments, leaving Lu Lin the Heartless Art he acquired but never dared to cultivate.

Forgotten, forgotten, all forgotten.

Suddenly Lu Lin raised his head and looked at the sky with clear eyes.

"So much forgotten (cnmd), damn old heaven, I forgot you all."

"I remember everything."

"I remember everything."

"This Heart-demon Catastrophe, I won’t cross it."

"This life, I don’t want it."

"I just can’t forget, can’t forget, can’t forget..."

Boom!

A terrifying purple thunderbolt struck down.

Lu Lin dissipated into this world.

...

Mad Blade Secret Realm.

The remaining soul of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor looked complexly at Lu Lin’s experience, if he still had facial expressions.

He remained speechless for a long time.

What Lu Lin went through was the growth path of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor in those years.

Except, at the end of crossing the Heart-demon Catastrophe, the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor used the Heartless Art for protection, telling the heavenly way, telling himself he had forgotten everything.

But actually, the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor, like Lu Lin, couldn’t forget these things.

Whether it was the honest and simple Embroidery Lady and Shi Tou.

Or the chubby Pang Sanjin with a fierce appearance but a soft heart who loved to brag.

Or the seemingly old and dim-sighted yet insightful old miscellaneous worker.

These people, these matters, he couldn’t forget them all.

With the later cultivation of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor, these memories increasingly affected him.

His cultivation realm fell.

He knew he had broken his promise to the heavenly way, resulting in the heavenly downfall of three disasters and five calamities.

He was dying soon.

The Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor then arranged this Secret Realm, not for anything.

It was just wanting to see what choice a later generation might make if they reached this step.

Over more than tens of millions of years, many came to the Mad Blade Secret Realm, many left.

But in the end, no one could enter the fourth challenge.

Now, the Secret Realm Manager looked over Lu Lin’s life in the Illusionary Realm and felt relieved.

The paths are chosen by oneself.

Destiny is set by the heavenly way.

If the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor hadn’t been punished and tormented by the heavenly way with three disasters and five calamities later, he would have died when crossing the Heart-demon Catastrophe.

All said and done, it makes no difference.

Lu Lin’s consciousness returned to the grass house in the Secret Realm.

Looking at the empty grass house, Lu Lin somewhat understanding why this challenge was named "Nothing."

Even though that life was spent fighting, it ultimately ended in bodily death and the disappearance of the way, everything resulted in nothing.

But after reminiscing, Lu Lin felt that although he entered without personal consciousness.

Everything he experienced, every decision made seemed to have his own thoughts and purposes within them.

Nothing?

Is this what nothing means?

Lu Lin’s awareness returned, but he could only carry back the memory of all events from the previous world, those Cultivation Method secret books and such, Lu Lin had already forgotten them all.

However, Lu Lin still disliked the word nothing.

He disliked even more the empty grass house.

At this moment, Lu Lin realized what the connection was between the four houses of the four challenges.

The grass house of the fourth challenge was a childhood memory of Lu Lin.

The stone house of the third challenge was a memory of learning the saber with Pang Sanjin.

The wooden house of the second challenge was a memory of living by the Rebel King’s side.

The Stone Carving Hall of the first challenge, Lu Lin searched but couldn’t find any similar or equivalent place.

But there, it was surely a place extremely significant to Lu Lin.

"Boss, did I pass the fourth challenge?"

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"Yes."

The voice of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor’s remaining soul finally sounded.

"Congratulations, young man, you’ve passed all the challenges, you can now receive the inheritance of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor."

"Great..."

"Wait."

Lu Lin reflexively replied, but suddenly realized something was wrong.

He realized that the scenes he just experienced were probably the memories of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor.

With hundreds of years of life accumulation, Lu Lin was naturally no longer interested in secret martial arts scriptures, or the Heavenly Emperor’s inheritance.

Because he knew, in any era, in any place.

It is always people who are strong, not those Cultivation Method secret books.

Accepting the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor’s inheritance would only mean becoming the next Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor.

But now, the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor was already dead.

Doesn’t that mean even if Lu Lin accepts this inheritance, it would be useless?

"Boss, I refuse."

"What?"

The Secret Realm Manager was shocked.

Throughout the ages, countless heroes entered the Mad Blade Secret Realm, all to obtain the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor’s inheritance.

Yet, this young man in front of him directly refused?

"Why?"

"The dignity of the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor cannot be offended, if you don’t give me a suitable reason, you will forever remain here with me."

The Secret Realm Manager’s voice was somewhat angry.

"Because, I will be stronger than the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor."

"Of course, the key is the Wild Blade Heavenly Emperor is just a loser, I have no interest in his inheritance."

Lu Lin said casually, while his eyes wandered around the grass hall.

The Secret Realm Manager wanted to scold Lu Lin, but then saw Lu Lin’s face showing a hint of a smile.

His gut instinctively filled with a bad premonition, if he still had a gut.

"Kid, what are you going to do?"

The Secret Realm Manager’s voice trembled slightly.

"I’m not doing anything, just..."

Lu Lin grinned, showing eight white teeth, and said with a smile, "Dear Secret Realm Manager Boss, if I say I found you, would you believe it?"

"What, impossible!"

The Secret Realm Manager roared.

Lu Lin said nothing, and suddenly crashed into the grass hall’s wall amidst the Secret Realm Manager’s roars.

Crash.

A big crack opened in the wall.

A beam of light shot across from the other side.