Chapter 723 Yin Yang Mutual Generation
Chen Yang understood Chen Yanding's confusion and stated directly, "Yes, only spiritual power remains. His pulse showed no significant changes from beginning to end just now, which is abnormal, as if another person existed within him."
"And that person is likely the one who can truly control the death energy. Master Weng's spiritual power might not have dissipated continuously because of the other party's constant support from behind."
Chen Yang's words were immediately seconded by He Fengyun.
Nan Zhu unconsciously shifted his gaze to Master Weng outside.
"No wonder I always felt like there were two people. So that's what it was!"
"Why would this person possess Master Weng?"
Chen Yang did not pick up Nan Zhu's question, instead turning to He Fengyun.
He Fengyun was likely the most knowledgeable about this matter.
He Fengyun pointed to the ground beneath his feet: "The energy hidden underground is accompanied by a large amount of death energy, or rather, the two energies are intertwined."
"Two forces, Yin and Yang, life and death. Among them, the life energy is extremely vigorous, which is what created the special nature of this tea garden."
"But when I passed by the tea garden back then, the aura here had become extremely chaotic. I began to absorb the essence of life within it using my蛊虫 (gǔ chong - Gu worms)."
"However, the death energy remained unprocessed. The outer tea garden had long been occupied by them. Master Weng, having stayed here for years, naturally became the only living body for these death energies to gather."
Chen Yang did not expect He Fengyun to have such a detailed understanding of this matter.
"Nan Zhu, can you describe Master Weng's changes again when you fought him before?"
Nan Zhu's combat experience was rich. Even without Chen Yang's meticulous observation skills, he was sufficient to describe the situation at the time.
After a round of descriptions, Chen Yang's brow furrowed immediately: "Thinking about it this way, the Master Weng you fought was more like a martial artist who knew nothing?"
Nan Zhu was stunned by Chen Yang's words.
A peak Grandmaster martial artist, yet someone who knew nothing?
The statement seemed contradictory, but upon careful consideration, it did seem to be the case.
"Yes, yes, yes! When Master Weng fought me, that death energy was just being swung around randomly. I thought it was some kind of technique. Now that you say it, it should be what you said, knowing nothing. If he hadn't swung the death energy around so haphazardly, he wouldn't have ended up so weak that I found an opportunity to suppress him."
The three seemed to notice the change in Chen Yang's eyes. Just as they were waiting for him to speak, Master Weng outside had already boiled water and walked in.
As Master Weng brewed tea for everyone, he said, "These teas are all excellent teas from back then. I kept them myself."
As he spoke, Master Weng's eyes were filled with emotion.
Chen Yanding found it hard to believe that Master Weng was no longer by his side.
Thinking of all the experiences over the years, Chen Yanding's eyes immediately reddened.
"Old Weng..." Chen Yanding's choked voice made Master Weng a little puzzled.
Just then, Chen Yang's figure suddenly appeared in front of Master Weng.
This time, Chen Yang was not gentle, but spoke in an extremely cold voice, "Who exactly are you!"
As he spoke, Chen Yang lunged towards Master Weng.
Seeing this, Chen Yanding immediately tried to stop Chen Yang, but was held back by the two beside him.
"Chen Yang! What do you think you're doing?"
Chen Yanding was, after all, only a Grandmaster martial artist. The two holding him back, whether Nan Zhu or He Fengyun, were both peak Grandmasters. He had no way of breaking through their blockade.
Master Weng also looked at Chen Yang in astonishment. Faced with such a fierce aura, the teacup in his hand immediately fell to the ground.
Just as Chen Yanding thought Master Weng would die at Chen Yang's hands, a transparent barrier blocked Chen Yang.
Master Weng was not a martial artist, but he could sense this almost transparent entity.
The next second, a voice echoed within Master Weng's body: "You want to kill me."
This voice was ethereal, audible only to martial artists.
Master Weng also heard this voice, and could feel that it seemed to originate from within his own body.
Master Weng cried out in alarm, but instead of fainting, he became even more energetic.
As Master Weng felt himself gradually separating from his body, countless memories flooded his mind.
Vomiting blood, death, awakening – all these seemed like dreamlike events that flashed through his mind. Master Weng finally understood.
Without having gone through all of this, Master Weng naturally could not have accepted such a thing.
But the memories were imprinted in his mind, and Master Weng naturally accepted them.
"Thank you." Master Weng could feel another presence within him. The reason he had been able to remain for so long was also due to the other party's contribution.
The other voice within Master Weng seemed to sense Master Weng's intentions and immediately spoke anxiously, "You want to leave? Why? I promised you, as long as you don't want to leave, you can stay forever!"
"Silly child, I didn't want to leave back then because I wanted to take care of the tea garden and you for a longer time. Now that you are strong enough, you should go out and experience the world!" A smile of transcendence appeared on Master Weng's face.
He then looked at Chen Yanding: "Yanding, I promised your father to take good care of you and the tea garden. Now it seems I can only rely on yourself. The child within me is the guardian of this tea garden. He means no harm to anyone. His actions just now were to protect me. After I leave, please do not make things difficult for him."
Chen Yanding was already in tears. He could sense that Master Weng was no longer willing to stay.
Master Weng's spiritual power slowly dissipated in front of everyone.
Chen Yanding used all his strength to try and protect Master Weng's spiritual power, but all his efforts were in vain.
He was merely a Grandmaster. He couldn't even maintain his own spiritual power for long, let alone that of another person.
Chen Yanding roared, "Chen Yang, God of War, help me! Help me re-condense, even if it's just spiritual power!"
But the moment Chen Yang's palm landed on Chen Yanding, Chen Yanding stopped his efforts.
Chen Yang's voice slowly reached his ears: "Master Weng is long gone. His spiritual power can only remain at the stage he was at before he left."
"I surmise he merely wished to have this final conversation with you."