Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 103: Water Fills the Wordless Stele

The matter of understanding martial arts through a wordless stele is truly unremarkable. To put it in profound terms, it requires a strong comprehension and understanding of the Tai Xu Sketching Technique to break through and comprehend martial arts through enlightenment.

To put it simply, it is a group of people staring blankly at a broken stele.

Xin Zhuo tried to ignore his grandfather's face and test his own comprehension. However, his comprehension was close to zero, and he couldn't see anything, making him feel drowsy.

Not only him, but he also noticed that many others were in the same state. Especially people he knew like Jiang Hezhu, Shangguan Fanqing, and others, who appeared to be deep in thought with their chins resting on their hands, eyes closed, and could even hear their snoring when approached.

Among the students behind them, apart from three talented and diligent students who refused to give up, the rest were all confused and asleep.

However, there were also some extremely persistent individuals like Hui Ruqing, Zhao Li, and others, who had a focused gaze, True Qi emanating from their bodies, and were immersed in a strange state.

There was also a group of Rogue Cultivators who seemed to have a shameful past they couldn't bear to look back on. In order to redeem themselves or stand out, they gritted their teeth and persevered.

A day passed in the blink of an eye.

When night fell, someone stood up to leave but found that no one else moved, so they sat back down.

Then, whether it was due to the strange mentality of "if I leave, what if someone else comprehends it and I miss out" or the thought of "what if I leave and someone else takes away something good," everyone was stuck in a state of hesitation.

As the night grew late, just as the snow had melted, it started to rain again.

A moderate rain.

The Autumn Palace Pavilion had prepared umbrellas for everyone, enough to shield them from the rain. Thick stone cushions were placed under their bodies to prevent their clothes from getting wet.

All was silent, with only the sound of raindrops falling and the two hundred or so people in a daze.

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but focus his thoughts on his grandfather's face.

He had a strong urge to get closer to the wordless stele and see what was going on.

Unfortunately, with so many people around, it was inconvenient.

"Teacher."

At this moment, He Liancheng suddenly lightly tapped him on the shoulder and whispered, "Something's not right with the rain."

Something's not right with the rain?

At night, it was impossible to see the appearance of the rain, so Xin Zhuo leaned in and looked at the dense "rain lines" under the distant wordless stele.

Sure enough, something was off!

The rain was a light blue color, emitting a strange light.

"Blue rain..."

"Yes," He Liancheng's face turned grave, "Blue rain occurs once every century, indicating a great calamity among the rulers, and the ruler will collapse. This is a prophecy known only to my father and me, the great sorcerers by the ruler's side."

"Are you saying..."

"The ruler will collapse soon, and chaos will ensue in the world," He Liancheng sighed softly, "It's good that you know, but don't speak of it."

"Alright."

Xin Zhuo didn't have much feeling about this. The ruler and such were too distant, not as important as his grandfather's face.

On the second day, the blue rain continued, finally attracting the attention of the crowd.

However, after discussing it for a while, they felt that besides being peculiar, there was nothing particularly special about it. It was still about comprehending martial arts through enlightenment.

In the afternoon, someone suddenly stood up and exclaimed, "Ah, I've comprehended it!"

The crowd immediately turned their heads in unison.

That person was a steward from a small sect, less than thirty years old, with a look of understanding on his face.

The shock among the crowd was not insignificant. Lifu, Qin Yuli, and others had their faces drastically changed as they stood up one after another and sternly questioned, "What have you comprehended?"

Facing the gaze of everyone, that person's chest rose and fell, and he gritted his teeth as he said, "If I use my Vajra Bodyguard Technique, imitating the state of the stone tablet, contracting the acupoints of Jin, Gong, Mie, Qi, Tong, etc., then blades and swords won't be able to penetrate, and water and fire won't be able to harm me."

Indeed, he had comprehended something, but it was the stone tablet itself, not the martial arts on the stone tablet. However, no one could say that he was wrong.

After all, his comprehension was fresh and unique, different from the others.

The scene fell into silence and awkwardness for a while.

After a long time, Lifu said in a deep voice, "Chen Daxia has comprehended it very well, please have a seat!"

"Alright!"

That person cupped his fists all around, with a proud expression on his face as he sat down, saying, "Let's learn from each other! Let's learn from each other!"

Continuing the enlightenment.

In the evening, it seemed that several people had gained enlightenment again, understanding skills such as Iron Head Gong, Rain Sword, and Stone Rain Sword.

...

On the third day, Qingyu continued, and the enlightenment also continued.

Many people couldn't bear it anymore. The feeling of being hit by the wind and rain, and being hungry, was really terrible. If it weren't for too many people and the need to save face, some rude individuals might have cursed, "You damn fool!"

Finally, it reached the fourth watch of the night, the agreed three days at the Autumn Palace Pavilion.

Master Lifu stood up and cupped his fists in a salute, saying, "Everyone, the three-day limit has arrived. According to the rules, everyone should go back to rest. Of course, the wordless stele will be placed tomorrow morning. If anyone is willing to persist, there is still some time."

The crowd was silent at first, and then Jiang Hezhu and others, who were exhausted to the extreme, were the first to leave.

This triggered a chain reaction, and guests and students left one after another.

Even Master Pujing from Shuiyue Temple led the nuns under her to leave. Huiruqing walked the slowest, glanced at Xin Zhuo, and with a strange look in her eyes, she gradually walked away with her head lowered.

"Master, shall we go?"

White Xuanji and others asked softly from behind, their voices exhausted.

"Let's go!"

Xin Zhuo took a deep look at the wordless stele, which seemed like his grandfather's tombstone, and turned away.

...

In the room of Master Yikui's house, the light of the amber oil lamp illuminated Xin Zhuo's face, which alternated between brightness and darkness.

He had changed into a dry robe and was staring blankly at the oil lamp.

"You must remember, you are just a bug, a bastard. You are smaller and more insignificant than shit. There is nothing for you to be proud of. In the future, you must be humble to everyone, kowtow to those of higher status. This world is too cold, and everyone will pretend, even a beggar picking up trash, you can never fully understand what they are thinking..."

"You little brat, your grandfather is gone. The only thing your grandfather regrets in his life is you. Leave this place and live well."

The old man with a scar on his face, as majestic as a bear, grabbed his hand before he died and said these infuriating words.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye before he took his last breath, landing in Xin Zhuo's palm, scorching hot yet carrying a touch of the coldness of the world's unworthiness.

This was a scene of a grandfather bidding farewell to his grandson before his death.

It was somewhat bizarre and inexplicable.

At that time, Xin Zhuo felt... old man, you're a bit abnormal. How many losses have you suffered to come up with this?

But now, he had an indescribable feeling.

He felt that his grandfather, Xin Aotian, was a man of true character, who had understood the true meaning of the world.

But the more he felt this way, the more curious he became about his grandfather's face appearing on the wordless stele.

...

It was the darkness before dawn, and the students and guests who had gained enlightenment for three days had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In the Eastern Corner Courtyard.

The rain was dripping softly, and there was no one around.

No one usually lived here, which was why it was used for "enlightenment."

At this moment, the wordless stele was covered by a glass pavilion, without a drop of water splashing on it. It was cold and silent, just like when it first appeared.

As for whether anyone had gained enlightenment in these three days, it would depend on the observations of the masters.

Just then, a shadow floated over like a ghost and stood in the rain, staring blankly at the stone stele.

Xin Zhuo.

In the end, he couldn't resist. How could he resist this thing?

He cautiously looked around, waited for half an incense stick's worth of time to make sure no one was there, then pondered for a moment and looked at the nearby well.

He walked to the edge of the well, pulled up half a bucket of water, carried it, and walked up the seven stone steps to the wordless stele.

The surface of the wordless stele was covered in a thick layer of dust, making his grandfather's face even clearer.

His breathing became slightly heavier, his eyes flickered, and he inserted his hand into the bucket of water, pretending, and quietly poured in half of the Lunar Serenity Well water, just enough to fill the bucket.

Then he lifted the bucket and poured it slowly onto the top of the stone stele.

(End of this chapter)