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The cave grew narrower as Jiang Han ventured deeper, but he was certain that there was an exit ahead. Not to mention his familiarity with novels and films that had already given him a hint, the earlier flock of bats screeching as they flew forward, their cries suddenly vanishing, was enough to indicate the situation.
Jiang Han was still not yet fifteen years old, and due to the troubles caused by Cold Poison, his body was quite frail. Therefore, moving through this narrow passage was not difficult for him.
As he continued forward, he faintly saw a light spot ahead, like a Light Screen, dividing the inside of the cave from the outside world.
Jiang Han knew he was close to the exit and crawled forward.
The brightness increased until suddenly the sunlight was blinding. He closed his eyes for a moment to gather himself, and when his eyes adjusted, he slowly opened them to observe this tranquil valley that seemed like a paradise.
"Zhang Wuji!"
Jiang Han's pupils involuntarily contracted.
About three or four hundred meters ahead in the pool of water stood a boy completely naked, holding a sharp wooden stick. He swiftly thrust it into the water, and after about one or two seconds, when he pulled up the stick, he brought up a plump Bass along with it.
The sunlight sprinkled over his slender yet strong body covered in droplets of water, as if draping him in a layer of radiance!
As he flicked his hair, droplets of water shot out like pearls, and a hint of an uncontainable smile lingered at the corner of his mouth. Jiang Han was momentarily taken aback.
For some reason, he felt as if he saw the shadow of Young Run Tu in Zhang Wuji, with such innocence and carefree spirit, facing the hardships of fate with optimism.
In terms of the portrayal of Zhang Wuji in novels and dramas, Jiang Han actually did not appreciate him much! His deepest impression of Zhang Wuji was that he was indecisive!
He was also particularly troublesome, often having issues with his Saintly Heart! When it came to handling emotional matters, he was especially immature, making readers and viewers more anxious than he himself was!
However, at this moment, he felt somewhat reluctant to take harsh action against Zhang Wuji. After all, this was a living person, and Zhang Wuji had not committed any great evil. Jiang Han felt it was a bit too much to eliminate him just for the Nine Yang Manual.
Moreover, Zhang Wuji possessed a system and had endless opportunities in the future. Although the Nine Yang Manual was precious, it wasn't worth going that far.
"Forget it, it's just one more person practicing the Nine Yang Manual," Jiang Han suppressed his killing intent and muttered to himself.
The cultivation methods of various sects allow dozens or even hundreds of people to cultivate simultaneously without any impact. Ultimately, it is the master who leads one to the door, but the practice relies on the individual. A person's achievements are indeed influenced by the cultivation method, but it is certainly not the only factor.
Moreover, he and Zhang Wuji can be considered fellow wanderers in this world. Both are orphans and share the same condition of Cold Poison, which requires the Nine Yang Manual to resolve in order to survive.
"Excuse me, young brother, do you know if there is a peach grove nearby where monkeys gather?" Jiang Han composed himself and hurriedly approached to ask.
Upon hearing a voice, Zhang Wuji was initially filled with joy, but then his face turned red as he quickly grabbed his clothes drying in the grass and wrapped them around his waist.
Jiang Han's lips twitched; he had already seen everything clearly. It seemed that this young man only had one set of clothes. Every time he went fishing in the river, he would strip completely, wash his clothes, and then leave them to dry in the bushes.
In this desolate place, he never expected to encounter an outsider.
"Excuse me, young brother, where is your home? Do you know how to get out of this valley?" Zhang Wuji did not pay attention to Jiang Han's question but instead asked excitedly.
After all, his mind was unsettled. Although he could pick fruits to eat when thirsty and catch fish in the river when hungry, there was no sign of human life for miles around, and he had long grown tired of it.
Now that he saw Jiang Han, he had hope of leaving the valley, how could he not be surprised?
He had thought he would have to stay here until he grew old and lonely, never seeing his master again or the sister Zhiruo who had already entered his heart.
Who knew the suffering and solitude of this time?
Jiang Han shook his head: "I am a disciple of Manichaeism. Due to my affliction with Cold Poison, I have searched through my ancestors' pasts and learned that the ancestral skill manual, Nine Yang Manual, is hidden within a White Ape in a certain location in Kunlun Mountain. I have come specifically to seek it out to cure my Cold Poison."
His words were quite bold; the implication was clear: he was not here to take chances or seek opportunities but to retrieve his ancestral Cultivation Method, with justification that no one could dispute.
Just like the saying goes, "When in poverty, set aside disputes; when prosperous, uphold ancient principles." He needed to claim the moral high ground first.
If it were someone else, they naturally would not believe Jiang Han's nonsense, but as one of the rare honest people in the martial arts world, Zhang Wuji found himself believing it without a shred of doubt.
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