Super Soldier in the City-Chapter 2045 - 2108: For Those Fated
"Hehe, that’s just your thought. I’ll pass. I’m just an old man, one foot in the grave already, not many years left. Why bother?" Murong Yuanqing said with a sense of disillusionment. "Just being able to see it once is good enough. Even though she has secluded herself here, it’s not a bad thing. At least she doesn’t have to run around tirelessly like me. It’s quite peaceful. That sword formation just now is several times stronger than the one I saw thirty-two years ago. It seems she has also been improving over the years."
Li Yifei shook his head, unable to understand the mindset of people from that era. If it were him... uh, if it were me, I’d want both the goddess sister and the charming little sister. Embrace them both, just like now.
In terms of numbers, Li Yifei indeed had many. Of course, the mindset of people from that era was different, which Li Yifei could understand. It made him feel a slight tinge of regret. If the old man had spoken up back then, he wouldn’t have been lonely and wandering all these years. Having a female sword saint by his side would be akin to the contemporary Divine Eagle, the Gallant.
Of course, Li Yifei wouldn’t delve deeper into this matter, as it was already in the past, and speaking too much wouldn’t do any good.
The two suddenly fell silent. Murong Yuanqing’s expression showed signs of pain. Whether he was feeling regretful or helpless, Li Yifei couldn’t really comprehend since he was not Murong Yuanqing. But at this age, what can’t be let go of?
Even an old rascal can endure, hmm, mentioning this, Li Yifei suddenly thought of another matter. Despite reaching this age, Qingqiu’s appearance was still so youthful, looking only about thirty-something. Where did this vitality come from? Was it some special cultivation technique, or did reaching a certain level naturally maintain one’s appearance?
Hmm, once familiar enough, I must ask. Li Yifei remembered that long ago, Murong Yuanqing mentioned that it was possible to preserve one’s appearance. Yet the experts he met all looked old, including Yao Lingfu and other women, who appeared quite elderly, though they looked only seventy or eighty. But that’s old too.
If his wives could still look like they were in their twenties or thirties at eighty or ninety, Li Yifei would probably laugh even in his dreams.
Looking at Murong Yuanqing, Li Yifei pouted. The old man seemed lost in his own thoughts, not even noticing Qingqiu coming out.
"What’s the use of regretting now? Why didn’t you do anything back then?" Qingqiu’s chilly voice called out. Li Yifei turned to look and saw Qingqiu walking towards them with empty hands.
Murong Yuanqing turned around, his expression already restored. He chuckled and said, "Even if we could start over, things wouldn’t change."
"Hehe, so take those regrets with you into the grave," Qingqiu laughed derisively.
Standing nearby, Li Yifei became a big third wheel, opting to remain silent. After they finished talking, Li Yifei cupped his hands and said, "Elder Qingqiu, I wonder how the examination of that item went?"
"It’s a Mohist War artifact. Specifically what it is, I’m guessing a sword or a blade. Unfortunately, it’s locked inside a Mo’s Box, and I can’t open it," Qingqiu stated directly, not keeping them in suspense.
Hearing this, Li Yifei was delighted; he was eager to know what kind of ancient Mohist Weapon from the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period it was. But then he heard Qingqiu say she couldn’t open it, and his heart sank again. He asked, "Elder, is there any way to open it?"
"There is a way. I happen to know it."
"Is it very troublesome?" Murong Yuanqing followed up with his question.
Qingqiu nodded and said, "It’s somewhat troublesome."
"I ask Elder Qingqiu to please let us know," Li Yifei bowed again.
Qingqiu gave a small nod and said, "It was originally a priceless treasure of the Mohist School, constructed to bring peace to the world. Whoever wielded the Mohist War artifact could unleash even greater power. Originally, there were supposed to be seven such artifacts, but due to the difficulty of obtaining materials, only three were ever circulated. As for how many were actually made, only the Mohist School knows, but the texts mention just three."
Both Li Yifei and Murong Yuanqing heard this for the first time and nodded, then listened as Qingqiu continued, "A bow, a sword, and a blade—all are called Mohist War, but they can also be called the Mohist War Bow, Mohist War Sword, and Mohist War Blade. Their power is astounding. It is said that great powers holding the Mohist War weapons could cut through mountains and rivers, vanquish demons, and destroy city walls."
"That sounds a bit exaggerated," Li Yifei muttered but was immediately glared at by Qingqiu, who said, "Things from that era are now mostly lost to time. As cultivators declined and rulers deliberately repressed them, what remains has become more of a myth. Whether you believe it or not, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. The Mohist War artifact you obtained is either a blade or a sword. Once opened, you’ll see its power."
That’s true. Li Yifei straightened his posture and nodded firmly. Not seeing something doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. A few years ago, if someone told him about cultivational techniques and their wonders, he wouldn’t have believed it. Back then, he thought that military training and high-tech aids were the peak of human capability. But now, looking back at those special forces, Li Yifei feels that without relying on bullets, in close combat, he could take on a hundred of them, perhaps even defeating them in a single move.
"You’re quite lucky to have acquired something lost to time. Since Emperor Qin unified the country, these three weapons have not appeared in the world. Rumors suggest that Emperor Qin took them to his tomb to prevent them from falling into the wrong hands and threatening the rule of the Great Qin Empire. Nonetheless, even without these weapons and those great powers, Qin still fell after two generations."
Li Yifei was already thrilled. If this thing was truly that powerful, hehe, his combat power would see another boost. Alas, he wasn’t skilled with swords, and his blade skills weren’t that great either. As a latecomer on the path of cultivation, his foundation was indeed lacking. Despite his efforts to learn and merge various techniques, he was still much stronger in close combat. Blade and sword techniques, as well as the use of various weapons, weren’t his forte.
Following that, Qingqiu explained the method to unlock the seal: "There are two ways to unseal it. The first method, it is said, is to use the descendants of Mohism. Their blood contains a seal-breaking mark, and just a little blood can unlock the seal. However, this is too uncertain. The descendants of the Mohists have passed on for dozens of generations, making it impossible for them to exist today. Even if they do exist, after so many wars and unions, the bloodline is no longer pure."
"And the second method is..." Li Yifei agreed.
"The second method isn’t really a method either. Mohist War looks for someone with whom it shares a connection. If it finds someone with that connection, it will naturally unlock. However, the Mohist War has been missing for so many years and hasn’t been seen by the world, so no one knows if this second method works, or if the Mohist War will find its destined person."
"Does someone like me count as having a connection?" Li Yifei pointed to himself with hopeful expectations, and then he recounted his trip to the United States and what happened after he returned. He felt that this was quite an extraordinary coincidence. He believed Liang and Yi families acknowledged it as well.
"I don’t know. If you’re destined, the weapon will open once you hold it. Of course, it also might not be the right time yet. I lean more towards the former."
"I can’t just walk around the street with the Mohist War, asking random people to try it, can I?" Li Yifei said somewhat disheartened.
"Those with a connection will naturally find it. There’s no need for so much dejection. Even without this weapon, aren’t you still an Innate Expert, daring to strike straight against me?" Qingqiu cast him a side-eye and said.
Li Yifei scratched his head, feeling much less agitated and regretful in his heart. His mind cleared, and he said, "You’re right. It’s my greed. Thank you, elder!"
Murong Yuanqing stood nearby, grinning foolishly, seemingly happy to see Qingqiu guiding Li Yifei. As for what he was actually smiling about, only he himself knew.
"You can take the weapon with you, or leave it here with me."
"Hmm?" Li Yifei didn’t seem to understand and looked up at Qingqiu.
Qingqiu replied with a slight impatience: "Did you think I’d look after it for free?"
"Ah, that wasn’t my intention."
"Then what can you give me in return?"
"Well... fine, since the elder is willing to help, I’m more than happy, though it’s a bit troublesome for you, elder." Li Yifei reluctantly said.
Qingqiu’s expression finally softened, and he nodded, saying, "I won’t take advantage of a junior. Leave the Mohist War here with me, and I’ll teach you a sword technique that’ll be valuable to you."
"That’s even better, thank you, elder." Li Yifei wasn’t too worried about Qingqiu coveting the Mohist War. With Murong Yuanqing around, Li Yifei felt assured. Although the old man hesitated and was indecisive on some matters, he was reliable when it came to significant issues.
Yes, hopefully, the Mohist War counts as a significant issue, Li Yifei added in his heart. Upon hearing that the other party was willing to teach him a sword technique, Li Yifei was naturally delighted.
Murong Yuanqing stroked his beard, continuing to laugh foolishly. Li Yifei glanced at him and saw that Murong Yuanqing had no response either, so he let it go. It seemed that whenever the old man visited Qingqiu, he suddenly became senile, and after being scolded a few times, he completely stopped speaking.
"Sword, come!" Qingqiu suddenly called out softly, and Li Yifei felt a cold light, seemingly descending from the sky, like a celestial sword. With a call, the sword could fly over? Just this move alone made Li Yifei’s heart and mind set ablaze, thinking if he learned it, he could definitely show it off at home.
Although Li Yifei could already control objects with True Qi, it was always at close range, like turning off a light before bed without wanting to move.
"You won’t be able to learn this move." Qingqiu abruptly shattered Li Yifei’s reverie with a single sentence, dousing his heart with a basin of cold water. Li Yifei hastily asked, "Why?"
"Unless you practice the sword for thirty years and possess an unparalleled Divine Weapon!" Qingqiu replied.
Murong Yuanqing then explained, following up: "Qingqiu’s sword is named Autumn Water."
