Legend of the Great Sage

r like flowers and layering together like snow, growing thicker and thicker.
Right off the bat, he used the Great Avalanche Form of the supreme secret art of the Snow Mountain sect, the Blizzard Sword Style.

Sure enough, Li Qingshan did not budge, allowing him to build up the attack.

Everyone was absolutely tense, but suddenly, they heard a yawn.
Rāhu Xiaoming climbed up onto Li Qingshan’s shoulder and leaned against his hand in a drowsy manner, looking around lethargically.

Xue Hanfeng frowned. I am the master of the Snow Mountain sect, so how can I lay my hands on a child? Don’t tell me that this is his scheme?

Li Qingshan smiled.
“You have nothing to worry about, sect master Xue.
If you kill this kid, it’s on me.”

“Watch my sword!”

Xue Hanfeng made up his mind, and his presence rose up to the peak.
True qi surged out like raging waves, rushing over turbulently.

Only now did Li Qingshan extend his hand with his fingers open.
The surging daemon qi gathered in his hand, but it was not released.

Abruptly, Xue Hanfeng froze mid-air.
The resplendent sword slash condensed together as if it was sealed up in invisible amber.
He spat out a mouthful of blood violently and landed on the ground heavily.

Everyone widened their eyes, but they did not see what Li Qingshan had done.
It only looked like he had extended his hand and Xue Hanfeng was defeated.
Like he had said, he had not touched a finger on him.

“Father!” Xue Bing went up to help him up.

Xue Hanfeng swatted away her hand and stood up by himself.
He was filled with regret.
“This is martial arts!?”

“Not martial arts.
An innate ability.”

The first innate ability of the Ape Demon Transformation.

“An innate ability! You’re a daemon?”

“Yes and no.
No and yes.”

“What’s your relationship with the White Ape King?”

“Nothing really.
I only cut off his head.”

“You’ve lost!” Xue Bing yelled at Li Qingshan.

“How have I lost?”

“You said you wouldn’t touch a single finger on my father, yet you’ve heavily injured him.
What, innate abilities suddenly don’t count?”

“Sigh, women are born unreasonable.
Feel free to ask your father if I ever injured him or not.”

“Bing’er, there’s no need to say anything more.
I’ve lost.”

Xue Hanfeng could not understand this any more clearly.
All of his wounds had originated from the backlash of true qi.

Xue Bing lowered her head in dejection.
Tears poured down her cheeks like rain.

“You cheater!”

Rāhu Xiaoming curled his lip.
Li Qingshan’s innate ability did not possess any offensive power at all.
It could not even kill an ant.
However, the effect of the innate ability had left him stunned as well when he first saw it.
It was not some freezing technique, but directly sealing up space.

“The master of the Snow Mountain hall, Xue Hanfeng, pays his respects to the hero king.”

Xue Hanfeng stepped forward and bowed.
The elders and disciples of the Snow Mountain sect all bowed as well, regardless of how they felt inside.

In the martial arts community, the strong still claimed supremacy at the end of the day.

The young man in white who served as the first senior brother of the Snow Mountain sect eased up greatly.
He felt like this was as good of an outcome as it could get, but he was also worried about what he said in the hall earlier and whether Li Qingshan had heard it or not, which could displease him.

Li Qingshan said, “Listen up, hall master Xue!”

“Yes.”

Li Qingshan smiled.
“Fetch me some alcohol!”

Xue Hanfeng was taken aback.
Originally, he thought it would be some kind of important order.

“I couldn’t drink my fill at the foot of the mountain, so it’s perfect that I can continue here.
Your dear daughter promised me.”

Xue Bing recalled what he had said below the mountain and was left truly speechless.
That same night, they set up a banquet in the hall.
Xue Hanfeng used the opportunity to ask, “My king, what would you like our Snow Mountain hall to do?”

After a moment of silence, Li Qingshan laid out his hands and shrugged.
“I don’t know either.”

Xue Hanfeng was speechless. Did you end the Snow Mountain sect just for some alcohol? We shouldn’t have gone out like this!

“I just got bored in Pegasus city, so I came out to have some fun! It’s not like I’m the leader of the World’s society, so why would I bother with these miscellaneous matters? Once you get to Pegasus city, you can ask around yourself!” Li Qingshan said impatiently, “Let’s drink, let’s drink!”

Xue Hanfeng widened his eyes.
Unable to hold back his internal injuries, blood sprayed out of his mouth.

“Father! Father!” Xue Bing rushed over.

“Your father is not too good with alcohol, so you better take him back to rest!”

Xue Bing raised an eyebrow. How does this have anything to do with alcohol? You clearly angered him so much that this happened!

ps： 久违的求月票！

A Long-time-coming Author’s Word—How Can I Rest Before I’ve Done All That I Can?

It’s been so long since I last asked for monthly votes, so I’ll ask for some today!

Yeah, that’s basically the main point.
I can start rambling about nonsense now.

A few days ago, when I was talking to a friend, I said, “It’s a day if you’re happy, it’s also a day if you’re unhappy…”

He must have thought I would say, “So you might as well live a little happier.”

However, that wasn’t my conclusion.
I said, “Then I’d rather be a little unhappy and do something.”

In hindsight, what a terrifying thought!

If a person wants to be happy but can’t be happy, that’s already horrible enough.
It’s basically horrendous if they can be happy but refuse to be happy.

Go away, you damned happiness! Stop tempting me!

There must be something wrong with my head! When exactly did this begin? From when I read far too many books that I shouldn’t have read.
After that, I was never able to fool myself again.
I still ended up going from being unable to become part of the crowd to intentionally keeping a distance from the crowd.

In society, I’ve come across a lot of people.
The way to judge whether someone is a failure is very easy.
Just talk about fate with them.
As long as they say something like “Everything is fate”, then that’s that.

I’ve come across a lot of successful people too.
Determining whether they’ve grown complacent is very simple too.
Just talk about effort with them.
If they attribute all of their success to themselves and believe all failures don’t try hard enough, then there’s no need to listen to anything else they say.

I was thinking that I can’t be like this.

When I fail, I need to think that a chance of success definitely still exists, and I just didn’t achieve it, which is obviously an issue of my ability.

When I succeed, I need to think that if it weren’t for this perfect luck, I would have never made it so far.
Oh great fate!

As a result, failure is all because I’m useless, and success is all because I'm lucky.
Look at how logical I am.
Whenever I fail, I turn it into self-torture, and whenever I succeed, I just have to ruin the mood.

Can constantly working against yourself be regarded as being toyed around by fate?

Actually, everyone just wants to live life a little more comfortably.
Perhaps I am just the idiot who thinks of himself as so clever.

However, I just want that one day, when I suffer a crushing failure and someone asks me what happened, I can say, “Oh, it’s because I’m useless.”

Not because of vile human nature, the darkness of society, the arrangements of fate, or any other boring answer.

As a result, for the sake of this “great” goal, I constantly battle with myself, pushing into the mud time and time again in a painful struggle.

Sinking in the mud, with a frenzied heart, scooping the moon to null and void…

Others all think there’s something wrong with you.
There’s a good life right there for you to live, yet you choose to be all hung up about something.

Yeah, that’s what I am.
I have a fucking problem! Even at my age, I still refuse to believe some nonsense like “simple is best”.

Even if all the chickens in the coop tell me that eating rice, pecking insects, and sunbathing is the good life, I’ll still want to climb up onto the top of the coop and soar like a hawk.

Even if I can never become a hawk, I’ll never recognise a good life of eating rice, pecking insects, and sunbathing.
The heavens are above, so let them forever torture me!

Once all is done, you can rest easy.
How can I rest before I’ve done all that I can?

Yeah, this is my request for monthly tickets.
I haven’t deviated from the main topic at all.