This chapter may feel vast and why it is written, but is essential otherwise, you will not understand, what of the purpose of writing this story.
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Chpater : 13
Then I will show you how far it can go.
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"As for the Qing Tian...hehe...!!" Qing Zhan laughed like a devil.
Qing Gu shuddered after hearing the laugh of Qing Zhan.
He didn't expect his brother's nature to become like this. But somehow, he also wanted to do this work, because he knows one.
The Qing Long really can't stand Qing Tian growing, especially after that his bloodline has devoured, which will affect the image of the Qing Long.
So Qing Gu will attack the heart of Qing Tian to fully break inside of him, and also destroy his cultivation.
Although there is a chance to be punished by the clan, but there will definitely be someone who will help them.
Then Qing Gu finally accepted the proposal and then left.
Different from this, Courtyard of the Qing Long.
"Xiao Long, don't worry although you were not accepted as a disciple by her, there are many people in this world, not to mention the ancestor sleeping in the clan is much better than her. Mom will find another teacher for you, my precious son."
"Okay..?"
Ji Yuyue, sitting on the bed with Qing Long, talked about Senior Xue, who didn't accept Qing Long as her disciple.
"Hmm..I am not worried mom, what I care about is Qing Tian, who seems to cultivate very fast. You know the most clan top disciples have many resources, but still, in two years reaching with such perfection is not easy, but he has no resources, even if he had, all of them were bought for the healing herbs and resources, none of them are for cultivation." Qing Long shook his head and told his worries to his mother.
Ji Yuyue was silent for a while, didn't know what to speak. She caressed the head of Qing Long and said softly. "Xiao Long, you don't have to worry about it, your parents will arrange everything for you. You just need to cultivate and make your foundation best, strive for the first rank for the heavenly ranking, that will come five years later."
"Okay, mother. Don't worry about this, as for the heavenly ranking, there may be some problem by those sects and hidden clans, but your son will definitely be the first on the heavenly ranking." He closed his eyes, but the words he contained had immeasurable determination.
"Good, my son!!!" She patted the shoulder of her son.
"Anyway tell me now, did you find that little girl good and beautiful? Can I agree for her to become your fiancée...?" Suddenly the tone of Ji Yuyue changed and she became more calm and happy.
"Ahh...daughter of Uncle Lin?" Qing Long raised his head and asked.
"Hmm...she, the little girl in white." Ji Yuyue pinched the cheeks of him.
"Well, that girl is indeed cute, as for fiancée for me, mom, you can decide." While saying this, he lowered his head in shyness.
"Haha...Xiao Long, are you shy now..? Anyways I was used to teasing your father when he was chasing me." Ji Yuyue teased Qing Long, telling her son stories of his parents, before they were lovers.
"Cough...Cough...!" Qing Feng watching from the sidelines, not knowing when he came, coughed when he heard Ji Yuyue teasing.
"Husband..?? When did you come..?" Ji Yuyue was slightly embarrassed by her own words as her husband came.
Qing Long watched from behind his parents' look, and smiled slightly.
Different from this, under the dim moonlight,
Qing Tian returning from the market sat under the moonlight alone.
As for Song Yan, she went to rest due to exhaustion.
"Qing Tian, what are you thinking...?"
"By looking at this beautiful moon..?" A voice broke the tranquility of the place.
Qing Tian, who was gazing at the sky, smiled at the words and then gestured unknowingly to sit near him.
The man in blue sat at the place.
"I was thinking... uhhh... what can I say, you can say... almost everything. From my birth to every moment of the life I have lived. And reflecting to myself, what wrong I have done..?"
"And according to you, that you taught me, everyone has samsara (reincarnations) and karma even follows your all reincarnations, what you have done throughout the whole life. But my question is, what have I done in my past life, that I have been like this." Qing Tian paused, then looked at the face of the mysterious Brother Lan and asked.
Brother Lan didn't speak directly but chuckled on his face. It was not mocking, but a smile filled in the warmth of one who had heard the cries of countless souls across countless lifetimes.
He placed his hand on Qing Tian's shoulder and finally spoke.
"Qing Tian… you ask, What wrong have you done in my your lives to deserve this? That very question is where the snare lies. Karma is not merely punishment or reward. It is the thread by which the soul learns to weave its own garment. You see your struggles as chains, but they are chisels. They do not bind you, they shape you."
"Yes. But karma is not punishment. Karma is reflection. You look into the mirror of your deeds, and you meet yourself again and again, until you truly see. Think of it this way, Qing Tian, if a child burns his hand upon the flame, does the flame punish him? No. It simply burns because that is its nature. So too is karma. It teaches, it does not condemn."
Qing Tian's eyes flickered. His lips parted, but no words came.
Brother Lan continued, his voice was calm, yet carrying the force of a river cutting through stone.
"You ask why you are born in this form, why abandoned, why burdened with those pain. Do you think destiny is a prison, that traps you? No, it is a mirror. What you see within it depends on how you choose to stand before it. The law of samsara does not mean you are condemned by the past, it means you are given the chance, again and again, to rise beyond it."
The moonlight deepened, wrapping the night in silver.
Qing Tian lowered his gaze to the earth beneath his feet, his heart heavy with both doubt and yearning.
"Brother Lan… if what you say is true, then am I not still bound? You say everything is written by you, the Supreme Deity of the Universe. If my fate is already sealed, if destruction is already decided, then what of my will? Am I not a puppet dancing in your play?" His voice trembled, but his eyes did not waver.
(Those who have already understood the identity of him, please keep silent. Anyway, until the unless the entire book series not ends, this person identity will not be revealed. AS for those knew, hehe.)
For a long moment, Brother Lan was silent. Then he leaned closer, his tone dropping into something vast, something that seemed to make even the night wind pause.
"Listen carefully, Qing Tian. I am not the jailor of your will, nor the scribe who locks you in a scroll. I am the witness, the ground, the eternal stage. Destiny is not a command, it is a current. You may float upon it, or you may learn to swim against it. But the choice, the stroke, the effort, that is yours alone."
His eyes glowed with unfathomable depth.
"If destiny were absolute, why would I have gifted man the flame of choice? If all was bound, why would your heart rebel, why would your soul thirst? You are not a puppet, you are a warrior upon the battlefield of existence. Karma places the weapons in your hands. But how you wield them… that is your freedom."
Qing Tian felt his breath catch. He wanted to protest, to demand, to weep, but all he could do was listen, to him, the supreme deity.
Brother Lan's words now rang with a subtle power, each syllable like a mantra vibrating in the marrow.
"When you were young, I told you of the cycles of kalpas. Of how creation rises and falls, how worlds bloom and are consumed by fire, only to be born again.
You see destruction and think it is the end. But destruction is not an erasure, it is renewal.
If a forest never burned, how would new shoots pierce the soil? If an old self never shattered, how would the immortal self be born?"
"Have you ever thought about about it..?"
The man in blue lifted his gaze to the moon, its light gleaming like a timeless truth upon his face.
"Yes, destruction is written. Even now, countless stars die, countless worlds collapse. But so is creation written, endlessly. What you call fate is not a chain but a cycle. And within that cycle, the only question is, will you walk bound by ignorance, or will you rise beyond and see the dance as it is?"
His hand pressed gently on Qing Tian's shoulder, firm yet tender.
"Qing Tian, remember this: you are not born to be bound. You are born to realize that no chain ever truly held you. Samsara is not your enemy, nor is karma your master. They are the soil and rain. What grows from them, that is your will."
"And this not only for you. But every person, every living exist this is for them."
The silence after his words was profound. Only the whisper of the night wind remained, carrying the faint scent of earth and the distant hum of life.
Qing Tian closed his eyes. For the first time, his heart trembled not from despair, but from a strange, quiet strength, as though some hidden part of him had been reminded of its origin.
When he opened them again, Brother Lan's gaze was still there, endless and gentle, like a god watching a child take his first step.
The night had not yet ended.
The moon still lingered above the silent courtyard, and though Brother Lan's figure shimmered faintly in the pale glow, it felt as if he were both near and impossibly far, like a star that could be seen but never touched.
Qing Tian's lips parted, his voice rough, uncertain.
"Then why are you with me? Why did you choose me? Does this… also relate to some past life of mine?"
His words trembled with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability. He was not afraid of gods, nor of heavens, but this question… this pierced deeper than any blade. For if even this bond was chained to karma, then what was the meaning of his will?
Brother Lan chuckled softly, the sound carrying the ease of flowing water. Yet behind it was a depth so unfathomable that Qing Tian felt his breath catch.
"Qing Tian," he said, gazing at him with eyes that reflected both compassion and eternity, "you mistake me. I do not choose as men choose. I do not keep a ledger of debts from one life to the next. I do not cling to who you once were."
He leaned forward, his hand brushing lightly against Qing Tian's chest, right where his heart pounded.
"I am here… because in this very life, in this very moment, you called to me, not with your voice, but with your will. When a soul refuses to kneel, refuses to break, even when the world abandons it, that cry shakes the very fabric of existence. It reached me. That is why I came."
Qing Tian's eyes widened. His mind reeled.
Brother Lan's smile deepened, warm yet piercing.
"Do not bind yourself in chains of past lives. What you were is dust. What you will be, depends only on what you do now. That is the true freedom. Even karma bends before one who walks with unwavering will."
"However in the end, everyone has become dust." But this was the silent word of the brother Lan.
For a long while, Qing Tian could not answer. His hand clenched over his knees, veins bulging as he wrestled with the storm inside him.
If destiny could be defied… if even karma was not absolute… then perhaps… perhaps he was not cursed.
The night wind stirred, carrying the faint scent of lotus from the pond nearby.
Qing Tian finally whispered, half to himself, half to the supreme deity before him:
"Then… I will not ask again why you chose me. If it is my will you have seen, then I will show you how far it can go."
Brother Lan's gaze softened, and in that silence, it felt as if the whole universe held its breath.
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End of the chapter, 13!!
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