Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

Chapter 242 The Truth

"what!"

Qingmu exclaimed. He didn't expect Yang Jian to suddenly launch such a fierce attack.

He tried his best to resist, but was finally hit by Yang Jian's sword. He flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.

When the soldiers in the Zhou army camp saw this scene, they were all shocked.

They couldn't believe that Aoki, who was so powerful, could be beaten up. It was really unbelievable.

However, Aoki did not give up.

He struggled to get up from the ground. Although he was seriously injured, the fighting spirit in his eyes was even more determined.

"You are very strong... but I... will not give up easily!" he said with difficulty.

After saying that, Aoki took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

Then, he circulated the spiritual power in his body and continued to attack in the direction of Yang Jian.

Seeing this, Yang Jian frowned slightly. He didn't want to get entangled with Qingmu anymore and just wanted to resolve the battle in front of him as soon as possible.

Then, he moved and appeared in Aoki's attack path like a ghost.

Yang Jian swung the three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand lightly, and it turned into a silver lightning, colliding with Qingmu's attack.

"Qiang——!!!"

The sound of metal collision resounded across the battlefield again, and this time the collision was more intense than the last time.

However, this time it was Aoki who flew backwards again.

Under this powerful force, Aoki's figure was blown away again, like a kite with a broken string, drawing a long arc in the air, and finally falling heavily to the ground.

"puff--!!!"

In the flying dust, Aoki spat out a mouthful of blood, and his figure looked particularly embarrassed.

He struggled to get up again, but the injuries on his body prevented him from moving.

Qingmu could only lie there, watching Yang Jian walk towards him step by step, but there was no fear or despair in his heart.

"Let's do it," Qingmu's voice was weak, but it was filled with an unquestionable determination:

"I, Qingmu, am convinced that I have lost to you. Your strength is indeed far superior to mine."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian stopped and his gaze stayed on Qingmu for a moment, with an indescribable complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

He slowly put down the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand, with a bit of respect and regret in his tone:

"Aoki, you are quite strong. But in battle, there is always a winner and a loser. In today's battle, you will be defeated with honor."

Qingmu was lying on the ground, listening to Yang Jian's words, with a hint of relief on his lips, he said slowly:

"Thank you for your praise! I am about to die, and I don't even know who you are? And who is your master?"

At this point, Qingmu paused, and the violent coughing made his body tremble again. But he endured the discomfort and continued:

"Even if I die, I should at least know who killed me. I can't die without knowing who killed me."

Yang Jian was silent for a moment, then nodded gently, his voice low and powerful:

"I am Yang Jian, a disciple of Jiejiao, and my master is Luo Shu, the third generation disciple of Jiejiao!"

Aoki was slightly stunned when he heard this, a hint of disbelief and shock flashed across his eyes, then turned into a faint smile.

"You are actually Luo Shu's disciple, how incredible. Your master Luo Shu is very famous in our Chan Sect."

"It is said that Luo Shu's strength is unfathomable, and he is a rare person with great fortune and luck in the prehistoric world."

"He has fought with Master Guangchengzi, Master Chijingzi, and many other uncles. He defeated all the heroes with his own strength. That style is really enviable."

Qingmu's words were full of admiration for Luoshu, but also revealed a bit of self-mockery.

"We are both third-generation disciples. Although I, Qingmu, claim to be extraordinary, I have never been able to reach the level of Luo Shu."

"In fact, I actually lost to the fourth generation disciples of Jiejiao. But your master Luoshu can suppress the second generation disciples of Chenjiao."

At this point, Aoki's lips curled up into a bitter smile, which was mostly filled with helplessness towards himself.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian nodded slightly, with a hint of complex emotions flashing in his eyes.

"Okay, no more talking."

Aoki's voice was low and slightly hoarse, as if he was suppressing some kind of emotion.

He sighed softly and continued, "A dying man talks a little too much."

After saying this, Aoki's eyes gradually became empty, and he slowly closed his eyes, as if he had accepted the arrangement of fate, quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

That calmness and frankness makes people respect him.

Yang Jian felt mixed emotions when he saw this. He tightened the gleaming three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand.

Then he raised his hand, ready to give Aoki a ride.

At the same time, Luo Shu, who was watching the battle from a distance, flashed and came in front of Yang Jian and Qingmu.

"My disciple, don't worry. I have something to tell Qingmu."

When Yang Jian saw his master Luo Shu coming here, he bowed and said respectfully:

"Yes, Master!"

Luo Shu nodded slightly, his eyes gently swept over Yang Jian, and then turned to Qingmu on the ground.

He waved his sleeves lightly, and a gentle force enveloped Aoki, temporarily stabilizing his injuries.

Qingmu felt this warm power, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Luo Shu in front of him in surprise.

"Aoki, since you are about to die, before that, I think you have the right to know some truths, so as not to become a confused ghost in this world."

Luo Shu's voice is calm and deep, as if it can penetrate people's hearts.

When Qingmu heard this, his heart trembled and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He felt that Luo Shu's next words would subvert his own understanding.

Seeing this, Luo Shu's lips curled up into a gentle and deep smile, with a hint of imperceptible pity hidden in that smile.

"Aoki,"

Luo Shu's voice was deep and magnetic, and every word was like the morning bell and evening drum, knocking on Qingmu's heart, "Have you ever thought deeply about the real intention behind your master, Jade Ding Zhenren, asking you to go down the mountain to help Zhou?"

Upon hearing this, Aoki nodded slightly, with a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

He recalled his master's teachings before he left, as well as the faith and persistence in his heart, and slowly spoke:

"It is for the greater good. For the people of the world, so that they can no longer live under the tyranny of the Shang king and lead a peaceful and harmonious life."

"At the same time, it is also to comply with the will of heaven, assist the wise ruler, and jointly create a peaceful and prosperous era."

Hearing this, Luo Shu shook his head and said bluntly:

"What you said is just what you know. The root cause is not here."

He paused, a hint of ambiguity flashed in his eyes, and continued:

"You know, the twelve golden immortals of the Chan sect once committed a mortal murder in the mortal world, which caused heavenly punishment and led to the beginning of the catastrophe."

Qingmu listened to what Luo Shu said, with shock in his eyes.

Although he himself became a disciple of Jade Ding Zhenren, he did not know what Luo Shu said.

Luo Shu didn't care about Qing Mu's thoughts and continued:

"Although this time the calamity is aimed at the disciples of Xuanmen, it is mainly aimed at the Twelve Golden Immortals of Xianjiao."

"In order to survive this catastrophe, they obeyed the orders of their master Yuanshi Tianzun and established a school to recruit disciples. Thus, they were able to protect themselves from the mortal world's killing catastrophe."

"As for the change of dynasties in the human world, it was just a way for the saints of the Chan Sect to create a battlefield in the human world to facilitate the completion of the Conferred God event."

Luo Shu's words exploded in Qingmu's ears like thunder. He looked up suddenly, his eyes full of disbelief and shock.

Qingmu never thought that the Chan sect he belonged to actually hid such a huge secret.

He had never expected that the reason behind his master Jade Ding Zhenren accepting him as a disciple was actually closely related to a catastrophe.