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In Zhongzhou, no one has ascended for eight hundred years, and the roads have collapsed.
The five great aristocratic families turned to seek help from within. The Fufeng Xie family has inherited it for thousands of years, and its library has countless books on Kung Fu, attracting the fascination of practitioners from all over the world.
"I wonder which disciple will come out on top at this spring banquet?"
"Oh, if someone comes from Zhaoyang Palace, who would dare to compete with him?"
"That's not necessarily the case. I heard that there is a 'List of Prodigies' circulated by the outside world, and the top one is Kangshan's senior sister."
"Woman?"
"A female prostitute?"
"Tsk..."
"Although this guy is a bit deviant, he still has some real abilities compared to that sick guy from Lin'an."
"It's absolutely true, if you ask me, it has to be Xie's Immortal Lady..."
The voices of the people were getting louder and louder, but they still could not reach Taohuawu in the spring breeze, let alone the bright moon sitting high on the altar. Beside the bright moon, there is its own liveliness.
During the day, she watched them prostrate themselves on the ground piously, praying for God's blessing.
When the stars fell over the river, she saw love and madness, life and death, fires soaring into the sky, peach trees stained with blood, red fluttering in the wasteland with corpses strewn across the fields, and a white-haired immortal sitting withered guarding the unopened magnolia...
She saw the mountains and the sea, and saw all the hardships and injustices in the world, but they said: "Although the bright moon is good, it can only decorate the mountains."
However, looking at it from her perspective——
This mountain should collapse.
Determination: My destiny is mine, and so is the Tao.
