Climbing to immortality step by step

Chapter 132 I can't continue talking

Master Wangshan finally calmed his heart, the turbulent blood within him settling down. Yet the events of the initiation ceremony would forever be etched in his soul.

He himself had no idea why he suddenly and inexplicably shared such a deeply revealing story, one that laid bare his own Dao heart. It was as if his very soul underwent a profound baptism, more painful for him as the storyteller than for those listening, for every character in the tale seemed to mirror his own being.

His disciples, clearly moved, showered him with praise: "Master, you were magnificent today!"

"I've never heard such a riveting story!"

"From start to finish, I was completely consumed by your words!"

"Master, why stop now? Even though the ceremony has run late, I believe the entire hall would gladly listen until dawn if you continued."

"Yes! I still wish to be tortured by your words, as heartbreaking as they are—yet so captivating I simply cannot stop!"

The crowd buzzed with questions, all wondering why Master Wangshan had chosen to stop telling this extraordinary story. He merely shook his head and said, "I can't continue this story."

"Improvise?" A disciple asked incredulously, "How could that be? How can a story made up on the spot be so flawless?"

"Because each character in the story is a reflection of every cultivator here," Master Wangshan responded, recalling the few who remained unaffected by his tale, a sudden surge of anger reigniting the blood within him. "I need to step out for a while."

"But why?" his disciples asked, confused. "Master, shouldn't you rest?"

Moments later, Master Wangshan, now dressed in the plain robes of an ordinary disciple of the Shenxiao Sect, concealed his true identity and soared toward Chonghua Peak. He was determined to understand why such a gripping, emotionally charged story had no impact on a particular master-disciple pair.

Despite the presence of Chu Nanhua, a false Core Formation cultivator overseeing Chonghua Peak, Master Wangshan—a seasoned Nascent Soul expert—effortlessly slipped past the defenses. Cloaked in the shadows of the night, he silently approached the peak, eavesdropping on the barely audible whispers coming from within.

Behind him, the voice of Dao Xingzi could already be heard, preaching to the gathered cultivators. As the second-ranked Nascent Soul master of the Shenxiao Sect, it was rare for him to openly share his wisdom, usually limiting himself to brief formalities. Yet today, due to the commotion stirred by Master Wangshan, he was forced to offer teachings drawn from his centuries of cultivation.

"Master, has Master Wangshan finished his story?" he overheard Shen Yaqin's voice, and her new disciple replied, equally puzzled, "Yes, Master, he has. I didn't expect it to end so soon."

"Finally, it's over!" Shen Yaqin sighed in relief, returning from her immersion in spiritual plants and noticing the moon had risen. "Is it night already? The sky darkened so quickly today!"

Liu Suiyun inquired, "What was the story about, Master? You spoke so brilliantly that I could hear Master Wangshan's voice, but I didn't catch a word of his story."

Shen Yaqin responded indifferently, "I have no idea. I was too focused on your progress to bother with the noise Master Wangshan was making. Probably just some crude, tasteless tales—nothing worth listening to."

Hearing this, Master Wangshan felt a surge of fury. After all the years of painstaking preparation to present his grand Dao, Shen Yaqin had reduced it to "crude" and "tasteless"?! This was his path to immortality, yet she dismissed it with such disdain.