doitstory Chapter 361 - 232: Third Life: I Am the Lone, Unrivaled Defender of the Northern Great Wall
Chapter 361 - 232: Third Life: I Am the Lone, Unrivaled Defender of the Northern Great Wall
"Some things cannot be seen with the naked eye."
The old woman let out a hearty laugh.
"Turn your back. I have a gift for you."
"A gift?"
Although Lu Mingyuan was curious, he still turned his back.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful, warm current flow into his body from his back.
"Ma’am, what are you doing!"
Lu Mingyuan’s pupils contracted. He instantly knew what she was trying to do.
"Don’t turn around!"
The old woman snapped.
Her voice suddenly softened. "I was the Garrison Commander of this Yulu Pass. I have guarded this place for over three hundred years. After yesterday’s battle, my time has come. The new Garrison Commander should be arriving soon. Until then, you must keep your secret. Do you understand?"
"My secret? What secret?"
Lu Mingyuan asked in confusion.
"You are the Crown Prince of Jiang Country. Unfortunately, Jiang Country fell fifteen years ago. Your mother was a descendant of this town. After leaving, she fell in love with your father and gave birth to you. She sent you back here so you could return to your roots and grow up in peace."
"Your mother was the descendant of an Immortal. The Fuyao Sword Immortal lineage from the Middle Ages is your ancestral line..."
After learning the truth, Lu Mingyuan felt an inexplicable sadness.
This town was on the edge of the Medieval Battlefield.
The descendants of past Human Immortals and True Immortals guarded this place for generations, causing the Destiny here to flourish. This allowed it to produce one prodigy after another, who would then fall in succession defending the Great Wall.
After death, they transformed into Heroic Spirits, continuing to shelter this land. Their Destiny would return here, making it even more potent.
This was the truth of the town.
"From now on, whether you leave the town or stay here is for you to decide."
"No one can interfere with your decision..."
An unknown amount of time passed. Lu Mingyuan realized the voice behind him had grown faint and was slowly fading away. At the same time, a flame-like mark appeared between his eyebrows.
His hands, too, unclenched.
Only then did he hurriedly turn around.
The kind-faced, white-haired old woman was gone.
In her place stood a beautiful young woman with an exquisite, jade-like face and snow-white hair that cascaded like a waterfall. Fiery red Spiritual Qi made her skin exceptionally translucent, and beneath her silver skirt-armor was a red skirt formed from her red Dharma Body.
The smile on the woman’s lips did not fade, as if she had accomplished something momentous.
But this sight lasted for only a single breath.
The old woman reverted to her original form and closed her eyes for the last time. Her body was utterly still, devoid of any trace of life.
Her time had clearly come.
For a full three hundred years, she had been too tired, had fought too hard...
Lu Mingyuan felt his Qi Sea and meridians fill with power. A transparent infant, bearing his own likeness, had taken shape within him.
It was a Nascent Soul.
He had easily broken through to the Tenth Realm.
Furthermore, a massive amount of Daoist Power was sealed within his body, waiting to be absorbed as he advanced his Cultivation.
Lu Mingyuan prepared the old woman’s body for burial and calmly walked out of the house.
He looked at everything around him, his perspective having already changed.
The town was near the Great Wall, and everything surrounding it was a Barrier.
The old well was the nexus of the Barrier.
In other words, this was a world straight out of *The Truman Show*.
On the surface, the town was a hidden paradise, but in reality, the outside world was fraught with danger. Its survival depended entirely on the town’s masters.
If he didn’t have his memories from his past life, he would have had no idea what to do.
But now, he retained all the memories of his reincarnations, so he could prepare for anything in advance.
Ever since the incident, many of the townsfolk had left.
Cao Yunqing, Lu Mingyuan’s next-door neighbor, was gone. He had been taken away by an Old Eunuch.
A carriage from the Court rolled into town.
The newly appointed Garrison Commander was a valiant, rugged man in dark robes. He carried a sheathed blade, possessed an extraordinary aura, and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist.
Seeing this person, Lu Mingyuan was clearly stunned.
"Master?"
The man in the dark robes took a swig of wine, glanced at Lu Mingyuan, and gestured dismissively with his lips.
"Don’t go claiming connections. We don’t even know each other."
Lu Mingyuan smiled. "You looked really handsome when you were young."
"What kind of nonsense are you spouting, kid?" The young, rugged Zhao Xuanwu scratched his head in confusion.
"It’s nothing. I have a jug of Drunken Immortal Brew at home. Care for a drink?"
"Kid, you see I’m the new commander and think you can bribe me? No chance!"
Zhao Xuanwu said righteously.
Then, he secretly sent a voice transmission, "What vintage is it..."
Lu Mingyuan smiled and said nothing.
「The days that followed.」
The days that followed were peaceful but fulfilling. Lu Mingyuan didn’t neglect his Cultivation. With the old woman’s help, he successfully reached the Eleventh Realm before his twentieth birthday.
At the same time, he discovered all sorts of secrets about the town.
At night, he would soak in the town’s creek, using the immense Destiny within its waters to temper his body.
Beyond that, his Destiny had indeed improved.
Inside a waterfall on a Mountain, he found a rust-covered Ancient Sword. But as soon as he channeled his True Qi Dao Qi into it, the blade would erupt with waves of golden, divine power.
「On this day.」
Lu Mingyuan was seated in meditation under a waterfall outside of town, calming his breath and focusing his mind.
In the distance, the sound of galloping hooves rang out.
Lu Mingyuan ignored it and continued his Cultivation.
He had to reach the Twelfth Realm, Primordial Spirit Void Transformation, before he turned thirty.
That way, he would have ample time to ascend to the Human Immortal realm.
"Excuse me, esteemed master, would you happen to know the location of Qingping Town?"
A masked woman in skirt-armor, riding a Dragon-Scale Horse, emerged from the shady forest clearing and stopped before the lake where Lu Mingyuan was.
She dismounted and removed her mask.
Perhaps from years spent campaigning on horseback, she had a remarkably straight posture. She was shapely yet slender, with skin as smooth as cream. Her lively, star-like eyes were fixed on Lu Mingyuan, who sat beneath the waterfall.