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If that's the case, their lives won't change much from before. On the contrary, because of their interactions with the Gong faction, many members without a faction feel they have more options, making things easier in the future...

After the meeting.

Jiang Liu returned to the opera troupe.

Or.

Colorful Play Park.

Compared to the past, the West Lake area is now bustling with activity, as various ancient and nearly lost art forms of traditional opera are flourishing here.

The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Abundant Blessings, The Cicada Shedding Its Shell, The Immortal Picking Beans, The Three Immortals Returning to Their Cave, The Empty Box Turning into Smoke, Smashing a Cup on Flat Ground, and so on.

It mainly focuses on techniques such as alchemy, swordsmanship, bean-making, and ring-making.

In addition, there are also Western magic performances, such as card magic, coin passing through walls, and making people disappear into thin air.

The main items are playing cards, coins, scarves, pigeons, or rabbits.

It was a true flourishing of diverse talents!

"After so many years away, I never imagined that the old opera troupe would be so prosperous. It's truly unbelievable."

The original classroom.

Upon seeing Jiang Liu for the first time, Wang Yaozu's eyes were filled with pride, but as an older generation, he was not as open as the younger generation, and only talked about the Cai Opera Troupe.

“There’s nothing unbelievable about it. Your son has already established his own sect.” Jiang Liu smiled slightly, echoing Ghost Hand King’s words.

"Yes, finding you was the luckiest thing that ever happened to me."

Ghost Hand King laughed.

I was very happy.

thereafter.

Jiang Liu accompanied Wang Yaozu to stroll through the Caixi Park and Cultural Street, not discussing cultivation or the future, but simply listening quietly as he recounted the past.

Halfway there.

The two arrived at a pastry stall. The owner was an old woman, and a young man was helping out. When the young man saw Jiang Liu coming, he quickly came forward to greet him.

"Is Boss Jiang still the same as always?"

The young man asked with a smile.

"The usual, and another osmanthus cake, please, make it a little softer."

This is for the Ghost Hand King.

"This person looks somewhat familiar."

Watching the young man's busy figure, Wang Yaozu frowned slightly.

"You know his father."

Jiang Liu lowered his voice.

"His father? Yuan Jingui!" Wang Yaozu remembered, grinned, revealing a few broken teeth, "I killed his father, and you took his wife and son?"

He even gave a thumbs up!

Actually.

Jiang Liu just smiled and didn't explain much, but instead told Wang Yaozu the legend of "The Demon Mother".

Hariti was originally a demon outside Rajagaha. Because of a poisonous vow she made in her previous life, she was reborn and gave birth to five hundred children. She preyed on the children in the city. Shakyamuni hid her young children and persuaded her to put herself in others' shoes. In the end, Hariti repented and converted to Buddhism. She took refuge in the Three Jewels and the Five Precepts and became a guardian deity.

Yuan's mother's experience was similar.

When she went to Yuhang, she wanted to take revenge on him, but he hid his son in an orphanage and taught her to repay the debts of the thieves so that she could meet Yuan Tao again.

After hearing the legend of the Demon Mother, Ghost Hand King guessed what Yuan's mother had gone through. He laughed and asked, "Although Quanxing is gone, there are still quite a few of its members. What are you going to do? We can't kill them all, nor can we teach them all."

"Have you seen Wugensheng before?" Jiang Liu asked with a smile.

"You saw him, so what?"

Ghost Hand King was puzzled.

“I arranged for him to travel westward.”

Jiang Liu chuckled, “This path is impassable in times of chaos, and difficult to traverse even in times of prosperity; it can only be pursued in this unprecedented era of change.”

"It can't be completely removed either."

Wang Yaozu had been a member of the Quanxing Society and knew what kind of people they were.

But he's a beast.

And the one thing this world has no shortage of is animals.

"It's alright, what in this world is ever truly solved once and for all?"

Jiang Liu, however, was unrestrained.

The "Journey to the West" of Wugensheng and Zhang Huaiyi was not only their respective spiritual practice, but also an attempt by him to cleanse those scourges.

The path of spiritual practice can be summarized in one sentence: Originally there is nothing, so where can dust settle?

However, in practice, one must follow the principle of "constantly wiping away dust, lest it accumulate."

otherwise.

Houses will fall into disrepair, and parliament will decay.

"You're so open-minded, that puts my mind at ease."

Ghost Hand King picked up a soft osmanthus cake, took a bite, pursed his lips, and swallowed it, sighing, "Getting old, even such a soft cake feels hard now."

"Savor it slowly."

Jiang Liu smiled faintly, poured him a bowl of tea, and began to recount his experiences over the years without hiding anything.

Wang Yaozu listened very attentively...

···

Night falls.

With Jiang Liu's help, Wang Yaozu returned to the troupe, closed his eyes, and fell silent.

Looking at Wang Yaozu's corpse, Jiang Liu knew that his time was almost up. His main purpose in returning this time was just one thing.

Look at his adopted son.

Indeed.

Jiang Liu possesses the ability to bring the dead back to life and even reverse aging, so that Wang Yaozu could regain his youth and even find a wife and have a son again without any problem.

But Wang Yaozu refused.

Because he was not a deity or Buddha, he could not bear the "goodness" of immortality... For him, this life was already worthwhile. He had a son, founded a sect, and made every effort to atone for all the sins he had committed in the past.

in this way.

What more could he possibly want?

As for immortality—

He knew he didn't have that kind of mentality.

If they live too long, they might turn into thieves and wreak havoc on the world!

It would be better if I were dead!

As Jiang Liu watched Wang Yaozu's innate Qi dissipate and return to nature, a ripple finally appeared in his originally calm eyes.

But it was fleeting.

"farewell."

Jiang Liu bowed in the direction where Wang Yao's ancestral Tianyi Qi had dispersed, then waved his hand, and his corpse transformed into a basic particle state.

funeral?

No need.

Wang Yaozu doesn't need to be buried. The best way to honor him is to return the particles that make up his body to nature, letting them rotate with the Earth's magnetic field and coexist with the Earth-scale "reversed eight directions"...

···

The mourning period lasts for three days.

Jiang Liu then returned to work, in the same state as usual.

The members of the Confucian Association breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt it was only natural.

after all.

He is Jiang Liu!

In the blink of an eye.

Three years have passed quietly.

The dissolution of the Confucian Society was almost complete, but Jiang Liu received an invitation letter.

Behemoth from America.

A newly established company researching superhuman abilities.

According to the letter, Behemoth wants to invite all known people with superpowers from around the world to Australia to discuss the future of superhumans.

"In my opinion, America would be part of the Coastal League, right?"

Bai Yuekui took the letter, read it for a while, and guessed, "Perhaps it's a conspiracy."

"It's alright, let's go and take a look."

Jiang Liu, however, remained unconcerned. "Moreover, the Main God Space is conveniently located in Australia, laying the foundation for the future transformation of the illusory realm into reality..."

Chapter 1580 I Am a Magician (The Finale)

January 1, 1901: The Australian colonies formed a federation with self-government.