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``` The photographs were well preserved. Over the years, Li Chengfeng had cherished these photos, taking them out whenever he missed her. Li Xuanji's looks were not particularly outstanding, but there was a special charisma to the combination of her features. Seeing him stare at the photo, Li Chengfeng smiled and said, "Your nose really resembles your mother's, and she was extremely beautiful when she laughed. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Li Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile at these words, but he quickly composed himself after his smile. "Xiaoyao," Li Chengfeng looked at him affectionately, "you are mine and Xuanji's son, and nobody can change that." Li Xiaoyao put down the photo and instinctively reached for the pendant around his neck. Li Chengfeng, noticing the pendant, asked in surprise, "Is that from Xuanji?" "Mm," Li Xiaoyao replied as he took off the pendant and placed it on the table. It was a tiger tooth pendant, the ivory-colored tooth slightly curved, about twenty centimeters in length. The tiger tooth's surface was smooth, offering a faintly cool touch in the palm of his hand. Li Chengfeng looked at the tiger tooth carefully, his eyes betraying a hint of reminiscence. "Xuanji always wore this tiger tooth close to her, I never saw her take it off," Li Chengfeng said as he handed the pendant back, "Keep wearing it." Li Xiaoyao put the pendant back on and stood up, saying, "I'm tired." "Rest early," Li Chengfeng said with an added smile as he watched Li Xiaoyao's figure. Once Li Chengfeng had explained the entire situation, the resentment in Li Xiaoyao's heart dissipated. He understood that neither Li Chengfeng nor his mother were to blame for this matter. What surprised Li Xiaoyao was that his mother came from The Third Realm. What kind of world was that? Why did his mother come to the Mortal Realm thirty years ago? These questions clearly had no answers for him; everything had to be found by him alone. ... Da Lin Temple was one of the Eight Great Sects of Xuan Country, located on Canglan Mountain. Da Lin Temple was a branch of the Shaolin Temple, first established during the Southern Song period by the abbot of Jinshan Temple, who founded his own sect. After more than a thousand years of development, Da Lin Temple had suffered several attacks and had come close to extinction on a few occasions, but ultimately its legacy continued. In the courtyard of the temple, an old monk sat under a grape trellis, with a young monk standing before him. "Yi Kong, do you know why your master sent you to the Dragon Group forces?" the old monk asked softly. Yi Kong thought for a moment and replied, "Master wants to temper me?" The old monk shook his head, saying, "The master wants you to enter the world." "Enter the world?" Yi Kong was puzzled. "Buddhist Law is profound; without entering the world, one can never transcend it." "There are many temptations in this world. If you do not taste all the flavors of life, how will you appreciate its splendor? And if you don't appreciate its splendor, how can you develop the strong will to detach from the mundane and silently cultivate the Buddhist Law?" the old monk said gravely, "Whether it's cultivating Buddhism or Taoism, the physical hardships are just the basics, what we truly cultivate is a Buddhist heart." "Disciple understands," Yi Kong said as enlightenment dawned upon him. The old monk asked, "Tell me, what insights did you gain from this venture into the world? Who did you meet, and what happened?" "Insight... ah, in the mundane affairs, material wealth seems very important, but more important than that, it seems, are those in official positions," Yi Kong said. Although he spent most of his time with the military, he occasionally went out and spent the rest of his time online, so he had his own understanding of these civilian matters. "The people in the military are very proud and quick-tempered, ready to come to blows at the slightest provocation." ``` "Master, in this military competition, I met someone extremely powerful," Yi Kong described. "He's very young, probably only in his twenties, but his cultivation level is stronger than mine." "Stronger than yours?" the old monk was somewhat surprised. "How much stronger?" Yi Kong pondered for two seconds and said, "In his hands, I couldn't even withstand a single move." "Oh?" the old monk's eyes lit up and he said, "So he's that powerful?" Before sending Yi Kong to the military, the old monk had made a simple inquiry into the ten military districts. Among these military districts, even including the instructors, the most powerful was at the Spirit Cultivation Realm. However, Yi Kong himself was at the Third Rank of the Spirit Cultivation Realm and his comprehensive strength was comparable to a powerhouse in the Golden Core Realm. It was almost impossible for someone in the ten military districts to injure him. Yet, Yi Kong said there was someone who could defeat him in one move, which meant this person's cultivation level was likely at least at the Fourth Rank of the Spirit Cultivation Realm. And his actual combat power exceeded that of the Golden Core Realm. There are not a few people with such strength, but those who have such strength at just over twenty are rare. The old monk stood up from his rattan chair, casually placed his hands behind his back, and walked outside the yard, saying, "Follow me." Yi Kong closely followed, passing through two courtyards and over a long bridge until they arrived at the Scripture Pavilion. "Master." "Your cultivation level is not weak, and you have sufficient real battle experience. What you mainly lack are martial techniques and spells," the old monk said as he climbed the steps and pushed open the doors to the Scripture Pavilion. "Today, I will pass on a set of martial techniques to you." Yi Kong was overjoyed in his heart. "Thank you, Master." "Follow me." The Scripture Pavilion was vast, with tall, large rectangular cabinets arranged neatly, housing various scriptures and secret manuals. The martial technique the old monk intended to teach him was clearly not among these. He crossed the maze of tall cabinets until they reached the very end of the Scripture Pavilion, where he finally stopped. Yi Kong's heart was slightly stirred; he knew that the technique his master intended to teach him today must be something extraordinary. The old monk's palm gently covered the wall, pressed down, and the wall slid open to both sides, revealing a passage. "Come in," the old monk stepped in. Yi Kong hastily followed, and as the two entered the secret chamber, the door closed behind them. This was a place apart, a large space evidently for storing precious items. The secret chamber was about two hundred square meters in size, and it housed weapons, secret manuals and ancient books, antique calligraphy and paintings as well as Immortal Pills and magical remedies. The old monk walked over to the weapons section, while Yi Kong curiously observed every item in the chamber. Portraits hung on each wall, some of which were of individual figures. "Yi Kong, what are you looking at?" the old monk's voice came from behind. "Master, are these antiques?" Yi Kong was curious; if these portraits were antiques, they were extraordinarily well-preserved. The old monk came over and glanced at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. "These," he said, "are the treasures left by the first abbot of Da Lin Temple. All these portraits were created by him." Yi Kong uttered an "Oh," nodding slightly, his respect for the long-deceased first abbot growing a bit more. Suddenly, one of the portraits caught Yi Kong's gaze. It was of a young man. The man was dressed in a robe luminous as moonlight, with long hair draped over his shoulders, sword-like eyebrows, and starry eyes. He stood with his left hand at his back, his right holding a Precious Sword, standing atop a Divine Dragon. Even as just a portrait, Yi Kong could feel that this man exuded an air of looking down upon the world. What truly drew Yi Kong's attention was the man's face. It was uncannily similar! [Now that it's on the shelves, updates will naturally speed up. The fifth update is here!]