Da Xuan Martial Saint Chapter 1493 - 717: One Pot of Wine to Bury the Past

Chen Mu couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as he looked at Yu Jiujiang standing next to him. Although he had succeeded in keeping many companions by his side through the years, there were others who had been lost to time forever, and Yu Jiujiang was among those who had passed.

Even with his status as a Dao Venerable, the power to resurrect Yu Jiujiang remained beyond his reach. Nevertheless, within this fragmented pocket of space-time, he was granted the chance to encounter the Yu Jiujiang of yesteryear once more.

At this point in time,

The conflicts within the Yu County Inner City had not yet reached their peak, and the friction between the He and Yu families was only beginning to manifest. It would be another two years before Chen Mu would truly make his mark on Yu City and display his prowess; consequently, Yu Jiujiang’s health was significantly better now than it had been during Chen Mu's eventual rise.

"It has been a long time since we went our separate ways, and seeing you again, old man, stirs many emotions in my heart... Hmm, you must have spent these years of rest perfecting your fishing craft. What do you say to a fishing match? The one who falls short must provide a pot of wine for the other."

Chen Mu had originally intended to speak of many things and reminisce with Yu Jiujiang, but those thoughts evaporated like mist the moment he saw the old man from the past. Right now, his only desire was to abandon all worldly concerns, sit by the water with Yu Jiujiang, and share a drink.

"Hahaha! My only true passion in this life is fishing. Your proposal, young friend, is exactly what I was hoping for. Come, let us see who is the better angler." Yu Jiujiang let out a boisterous laugh at Chen Mu’s suggestion.

He still found himself unable to place Chen Mu’s identity, but the warmth Chen Mu showed was a welcome mystery. He speculated that perhaps Chen Mu had been a common disciple of the Seven Profound Sect in the past. Back then, he might have bestowed some minor favors upon him without much thought. Now, it seemed Chen Mu had climbed out of obscurity, growing steadily through the years until his realm clearly surpassed his own.

Swish.

Yu Jiujiang flicked his rod, sending the line, hook, and bait flying into the pond.

Chen Mu mirrored the action on his side. Neither man relied on any Cultivation or transcendent abilities; instead, they used the basic tools of mortals, sitting in quiet contemplation by the water's edge.

While he fished, Yu Jiujiang surreptitiously watched Chen Mu, and what he saw filled him with deep respect. It is often said that fishing reflects one's life. Having spent his life at the pond, he could read a person's character simply by how they fished. He had never before encountered anyone whose internal temperament could rival that of Chen Mu.

The young man possessed a sense of stability, stillness, and profound harmony... He did not carry himself like a youth at all. He didn't seem like a rising star of the younger generation of martial artists, but rather like an ancient sovereign, a Grandmaster Martial Saint who looked down upon the world from the highest peaks!

If he were a Marrow-Cleansing Grandmaster or a powerhouse of the Blood Exchange Realm, he could certainly suppress his Qi-Blood to hide his true age. However, Chen Mu addressed him as "old man," consciously taking the role of a junior, which suggested he was not one of those legendary figures.

Beside the pond,

The pair sat in silence, focused on their lines.

Aside from the thin lines submerged in the water, the pond remained as smooth as glass. Not even a tiny ripple disturbed the surface where the lines entered; the water was perfectly still.

After some time had passed, Yu Jiujiang’s line gave a sudden, sharp twitch, sending ripples dancing across the pond. A grin broke out on his face as he gave the rod a gentle flick, sending a fish soaring out of the water and into the air.

"Hahaha, it looks like the heavens are smiling on me today, young friend."

Watching Yu Jiujiang secure his catch, Chen Mu offered a soft smile and replied, "Your luck today is indeed remarkable, old man... Very well, since you have won the match, I shall provide the wine as promised."

Following those words,

Chen Mu turned his palm over, and a Jade Pot appeared silently within his grasp.

He then raised his left hand, curling his fingers to point toward the earth. Immediately, the soil at the edge of the pond shifted and rose, molding itself into two natural ceramic wine bowls. With a simple gesture, a stream of translucent wine poured from the Jade Pot, splitting mid-air to fill both bowls. Almost instantly, a rich, intoxicating aroma filled the courtyard.

"Young friend, do you follow the path of the Kan Water and Dui Ze lines? Your techniques are truly extraordinary."

Yu Jiujiang smiled at the effortless display of skill, yet he was secretly shocked. He found himself unable to fully grasp the Daoist Charm that Chen Mu projected so naturally.

His own Artistic Conception had reached at least the first stage of Kan Water, and after years of refinement, he was nearing the second. However, he could not see through Chen Mu’s methods, which meant the youth was likely at the second stage of Artistic Conception or higher.

But to reach the second stage of Artistic Conception...

Such an achievement within the Seven Profound Sect was remarkable; usually, those who reached such heights had already broken through to the Six Viscera Realm and served as a Sect Protector. Yu Jiujiang was familiar with most of the Sect Protectors of the Seven Profound Sect, and Chen Mu was not among them, which only deepened his confusion.

He picked up the bowl, breathing in the dense fragrance. He felt no need to fear the wine; given the incredible Daoist Charm Chen Mu had shown, the man would have no need for poison if he wished to do him harm.

Furthermore, this wine’s scent was superior to anything he had encountered, even at the Yu State Government Office. One look at its texture told him it was a high-grade Spiritual Wine, and likely a very rare one at that.

"Heh, you have a sharp eye, old man. It is indeed a specialized evolution of the Kan Water and Dui Ze paths."

Chen Mu merely smiled back at Yu Jiujiang’s praise.

In his current state, every movement he made was an expression of Creation itself. To call it Kan Water or Dui Ze wasn't entirely wrong—his path had indeed begun with those foundations before ultimately arriving at the realm of Creation.