Legend of The Young Master

Chapter 119: Statue of Light

Wuyi's mind began drifting to the sacred chamber. Closing his eyes for a moment, he entered. The familiar statues greeted him, but today, he turned his attention to another statue, the new one he had unlocked: the Statue of Light. Carved from a radiant white crystal, this statue depicted an angelic figure with outstretched wings, its hands extended as if offering a blessing.

Before it floated a tome bound in golden leaves, its title shimmering: "The Light Codex." Although the first chant was "Lux Sanatio, mend what's broken, cleanse what's impure," Wuyi did not need to use that chant since the statue had already been activated. The Statue of Light had appeared when he had his first kiss; the girl must have a healing-related bloodline.

Wuyi spoke, "Sana eum!"

As the words echoed through the chamber, the Statue of Light spun, its sigils activating. Pure white Qi released from the statue and flowed through Wuyi, turning his hands white. The Qi reached Qingzhi Song, enveloping the injured man in a soft, healing glow. Qingzhi Song's eyes widened in disbelief as his pain subsided and his wounds visibly healed."Heavens!" he whispered, awe in his voice.

All the warriors, whether Qi masters, Qi adepts, initiates, or attendants, stopped and looked. They knew their young master was mysterious, but they had never seen him heal anyone before. This was a first. Even Yun Ming was startled for a moment.

As Qingzhi Song healed. Wuyi checked the sacred chamber to find the Statue of Light's glow significantly dimmed. He had used a considerable amount of its energy, and it would take time to recharge.

He was slow in getting back to his feet.

Yun Ming relaxing on the ground glanced at where Tao's corpse lay under the beast's head. Tao was one of seven warriors to fall during the battle with the flying serpent. Perhaps if Tao had only been injured, Wuyi could have healed him, but that was not possible. Even their mysterious young master had limitations.

Yun Ming shook his head, looked up, and met Wuyi's eyes. "But we got it," he said.

Jin was intoning a plainchant over the severed head. There was a brief flare of light, and then he turned, disgust plain on his face. "Wrong beasts," he said.

Yun Ming sighed. "Heavens, are there more?"

They did not stay long in the wild once the goal was accomplished. They immediately returned back. Wuyi went to meet the pavilion mistress.

His patience was wearing thin as he paced back and forth in the grand hall of the Lotus Blossom Pavilion's primary building within Yushan Fortress. He couldn't shake the feeling that Lady Xueyan was intentionally delaying their meeting to unsettle him. He felt that she did not grasp the seriousness of their situation.

They had been attacked by two almost Qi lord-level demonics within a week of their arrival, an ominous sign. Their employer was generous with pay, but the trouble seemed overwhelming.

Wuyi's eyes drifted to a window, bathed in vibrant sunlight, then to a painting nearby. This artwork, honoring one of the original Lotus Blossom Sect's ancestors, depicted a painting of him in a moment of enlightenment; this was a revered piece in the pavilion.

But something extraordinary unfolded as Wuyi gazed at the painting. The Statue of Knowledge in the sacred chamber spun, and a special energy released from it enveloped his eyes in its energy. His vision was suddenly enhanced, revealing ancient-looking characters floating within the painting. These characters appeared primordial, predating even the Ancient Zenith Characters.

Amazed, Wuyi stood there. Thanks to the statue's intervention, he understood the significance of these characters; this was the origin text of the ancient Zenith script, a revelation likely imperceptible to others. Absorbed, Wuyi studied the characters, noticing they pulsed rhythmically, as if conveying a message.

The outside world faded away; his reason for visiting the pavilion momentarily forgotten. With the Statue of Knowledge's aid, he deciphered the ancient text, eventually isolating two words: "Emperor's Path." The revelation struck Wuyi; this was a cultivation method, a treasure hidden in plain sight.

Wuyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry; he had journeyed all this way, facing powerful demonics, to acquire an immortal cultivation manual, only to find it had been here from the start, hidden in plain sight. All he needed to do was pay attention.

His deciphering was interrupted by the entrance of two disciples, garbed in the muted grey robes characteristic of their pavilion. Their sun-kissed faces bore the marks of rigorous outdoor training. Between them, they carried a perch holding an unusually large fledgling bird. Both disciples bowed respectfully to Wuyi before leaving, entrusting him with the care of the bird.

After their departure, a distracted Wuyi approached the creature. Its feathers were a rich, dark gold, tinged with lighter shades indicative of its youth. This was no ordinary bird; it was a fledgling roc. Wuyi had read about unique creatures like this when he ransacked a noble's treasury during his journey.

"Quite the hefty little one, aren't you?" Wuyi mused aloud. The young roc turned its head towards the sound, its eyes covered with leather. It opened its beak and let out a robust "Raaawk!" It was strong; when fully grown, it might rally legions.

Wuyi had seen many birds in his life, but this one was extraordinary, almost otherworldly. The fledgling roc was nearly as large as his upper torso, far surpassing any bird he had ever encountered. Its value could easily rival that of the entire Yushan Fortress. The purpose of the bird's presence here puzzled Wuyi.

Once again, the roc let out a resounding "Raaawk!" echoing through the hall, as if to announce its unparalleled significance. Wuyi folded his arms, contemplating the fledgling before him. Bolouo had taught him well. One of the lessons was that trying to get close to another person's pet was a fool's errand, especially one that could easily devour the fool.

However, this young roc was unclaimed; it did not have any master to whom it was loyal, and Wuyi sensed its emotional currents. Wuyi had held many large birds but never a roc; he felt the urge to feel its weight on his arm was irresistible.

Unable to resist, Wuyi retrieved a leather glove from his storage bag and cautiously extended his gloved hand towards the bird's talons. The young roc willingly stepped onto his wrist, its weight comparable to a hefty guandao. Straining, Wuyi lifted the bird to eye level before returning it to its perch.