Entry: I Secretly Cultivate Immortality in the Martial Arts World

78: Chapter 78 Whether demonic or righteous, the world will decide for itself, and Feng Jiuge will prevail!In the courtyard, Zhou Aniu noticed the movement and hurriedly jumped down from the bluestone, bowing in greeting.

”Revered Master.”

Ghost nodded, his Divine Sense sweeping over him.

The Hunyuan One Qi Dao Scripture was running steadily, his aura was solid, and his Foundation was well-laid.

Two years, from a Mortal to the Qi Refining Sixth Level.

This speed would be considered a Genius in any Sect.

But this Cultivation Technique was a path that did not pick Spiritual Root Aptitude; as long as one had a heart for the Dao, one could make rapid progress.

Zhou Aniu had nothing else, but he was honest and simple-minded.

When told to Cultivate, he would honestly Cultivate, which unexpectedly fit the essence of this Cultivation Technique.

Ghost withdrew his Divine Sense and looked at him.

”Stray Bull.”

”Your Disciple is here.”

”I intend to change your name. What do you think?”

Zhou Aniu was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.

”Change my name? Really, Revered Master?”

He scratched his head and smiled somewhat embarrassedly:

”Actually, your Disciple has long felt that the name Stray Bull doesn’t sound very good... Back in the village, everyone called me that, so it was nothing.”

”But now that I’ve entered the Sect, hearing it always feels a bit... a bit...”

He struggled for a long time but couldn’t come up with a suitable word.

Ghost said it for him: ”Rustic?”

Zhou Aniu nodded vigorously: ”Yes, yes, yes, exactly, rustic!”

Ghost’s expression remained unchanged, but he thought to himself: This kid has some self-awareness.

”Then do you want to change it?”

”I do!” Zhou Aniu said without hesitation. ”If Revered Master could give me a nice-sounding name, that would be wonderful!”

Ghost stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards the distant horizon, pondering for a moment.

”In that case, from now on, you shall be called—Feng Jiuge.”

Zhou Aniu murmured and repeated: ”Feng Jiuge... Feng Jiuge...”

His eyes grew brighter and brighter, and finally, he grinned and said, ”Revered Master, this name sounds great! Then I’ll be called Feng Jiuge from now on!”

Ghost looked at his foolishly happy expression and nodded slightly.

Zhou Aniu, now Feng Jiuge, after a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked:

”Revered Master, is there any special meaning to this name of mine?”

Hearing this, Ghost spoke slowly: ”The Phoenix is an ancient divine bird; it will not perch on anything but the Parasol Tree, eat anything but the Bamboo Fruit, or drink anything but the Sweet Spring.”

”What does that mean?” Feng Jiuge looked bewildered.

”It means you’re very picky,” Ghost said.

Feng Jiuge nodded, seemingly understanding yet not quite.

Ghost continued: ”Nine Songs are ancient divine melodies; heaven, earth, people, and gods all have their songs. Nine is the ultimate number, and song is the voice of the heart.”

”Which means...”

”Which means, the name implies that you are very picky and can also sing.”

Feng Jiuge: ”...”

Was Revered Master praising him?

Why did it sound a bit strange?

Ghost ignored his confusion.

”Today, I will gift you a poem.”

Feng Jiuge quickly pricked up his ears.

Ghost slowly recited:

”Fate is determined by heaven, yet I insist on defying it.”

”Songs break through destiny, free and by one’s own will.”

”Heaven and earth are a cage, all are but Straw Dogs.”

”My heart is free, Eternal and Unique.”

He paused, his gaze falling on Feng Jiuge.

”Demonic or not, Righteous or not, the world has its own Feng Jiuge.”

Feng Jiuge stood frozen on the spot.

He didn’t understand most of these words.

What Straw Dogs, what eternity, what demonic or righteous.

But for some reason, hearing these words, a warm current suddenly surged in his chest.

It was as if something was churning inside.

He murmured and repeated: ”Demonic or not, Righteous or not, the world has its own Feng Jiuge...”

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

After chanting it an unknown number of times, he suddenly looked up.

At this moment, the mist of honesty and simplicity in his eyes seemed to thin a bit.

In its place was an indescribable something.

Ghost watched this scene, not surprised.

In the Mortal world, a name is just a title.

But on the path of cultivation, sometimes, a name is an imprint.

An imprint that makes a Cultivator constantly remember who they are and who they want to become.

In this world, many Cultivators forget who they are as they Cultivate.