Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 313

After personally rejecting Tan Zhongyu of the Seven Sages, Lu Sheng felt unexpectedly relaxed.

There was a sense of relief.

To be honest, even if he was burdened with the crystallisation of future 10,000 years of martial arts, he did not think much of Tan Zhongyu’s so-called inheritance. But in reality, to reject a Level 9 Martial Sage who stood at the pinnacle of the world. It was not something an ordinary person could do.

After all, there was no need to take Tan Zhongyu as a teacher, but there were no disadvantages to it either. It could even be said that there were many benefits that came having one such as a Level 9 Martial Sage having your back.

Martial Sage’s personal disciple.

The temptation of these four words was hard for more than 99% of the martial artists in the world to resist.

And then there was the consequence of rejecting a Martial Sage.

Lu Sheng did not choose to reject the kindness of the Provincial Governor Xia Pingnan, let alone Martial Sage Tan Zhongyu, whose strength and status were hundreds or thousands of times higher than Xia Pingnan.

This required a lot of courage.

Ding dong —

Lu Sheng was thinking when his phone rang with a message. He picked it up and glanced at it. It was a message about a bank card charge.

50 million yuan.

Lu Sheng did not care and quickly put down the phone. This was the cost of buying an overnight address. The message came from the MA Home, an enthusiastic netizen who did not want to reveal his true identity.

Lu Sheng also found out that MA Home, the official communication website of the Martial Arts Association, also had a dark side to it. Here, you could spend money to buy many things that were not convenient to trade on the surface.

For example, resources, information … and so on. Although it was just an address, the price of 50 million sky high and ridiculous. But Lu Sheng could understand. Not everyone dared to take the risk of offending a Level 7 Master and the Extreme Dao Martial Arts Academy.

Soon, the taxi arrived at the high-speed railway station. Lu Sheng paid the fare and got out. He entered the station with the ticket he had bought in advance. When he entered the station and went through the security check, the black travel bag he carried with him did not have any accidents. He smoothly came out of the security check machine …

“Spiritual power is really useful.” Lu Sheng could not help but sigh.

However, he was the only one who used his Level 7 Spiritual Power as a jack of all trades. After the Unceasing Blade Wheel was created, it could not keep up. He had only used it a few times.

“I can’t help it. I can’t carry a big bundle of blades around with me every day in the city. It’s too troublesome, and I don’t need it …”

The Red Crystal Dragon Spear was now collecting dust in his bag.

“But it’s almost time …” Lu Sheng thought to himself, “It will all come in handy soon.”

After checking the ticket and entering the station, after a short wait, the high-speed railway carrying Lu Sheng drove away.

A few hours later.

The high-speed railway stopped at the station. Lu Sheng got out of the car in Fengze City.

Another half an hour of bumpy taxi ride.

Lu Sheng returned to the old street full of golden parasol leaves.

The street was still cold and desolate. A few high school students in their teens wearing school uniforms stepped on the leaves on the road and skipped towards him. Occasionally, they would let out cheerful laughter.

Lu Sheng’s gaze passed through the gaps between the figures of the high school students and easily caught sight of a familiar figure.

It was a hunchbacked old man with snow-white hair. He looked to be about seventy or eighty years old. The old man wore a white vest full of holes and was washed yellow. He sat on the side of the road and stared blankly at the high school students.

The old man’s gaze fell more on one of the high school students.

It was a girl with a high ponytail. She laughed the most cheerfully and brightly among the group. Her whole body exuded a youthful and wanton aura.

Perhaps it was the old man’s appearance or his fixed gaze, but it attracted the attention of the high school students. The laughter among them stopped and they began to walk quickly.

They ran on the street as if they were escaping, avoiding the old man’s gaze and brushing past Lu Sheng.

“It’s the old madman!”

“Let’s go, be careful of him coming up to catch us!”

The old man’s gaze followed the teens until they were completely out of sight. Only then did he reluctantly withdraw his gaze.

Then he noticed Lu Sheng. He froze.

Lu Sheng calmly looked at the old man.

He knew that the other party had obviously recognized him.

Lu Sheng walked straight towards the old man.

“Fu Jianming.” Lu Sheng walked in front of the old man and called out his name. The old man looked up at him. His eyes were as stubborn as ever, as stubborn as an old dog.

He opened his mouth and cursed: “Scram!”

“I’m here to ask you for money.”

Lu Sheng didn’t get angry. He casually threw the black travel bag in front of the old man and said:

“I’ve brought what you wanted. Take a look and see if it’s what you asked for.”

The old man’s face was filled with confusion. He reached out and carefully unzipped the black travel bag.

Then, he seemed to have been hit by something.

His whole person was completely stunned.

Lu Sheng crouched down and looked at the black travel bag. He softly said: “They say that Masters can’t be humiliated. Even if they’re dead, their bodies can’t be cut off and casually taken away like pork in the market … So there’s no other way but to cut off Lian Ye’s head …”

The old man listened for a while. After a while, turbid tears kept rolling down his face.

The old man in his sixties or seventies wept like a child.

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