You Have Science, I Have Martial Arts-Chapter 519 - 244: Captain, Don’t Shoot, It’s Me_2

Chapter 519: Chapter 244: Captain, Don’t Shoot, It’s Me_2

Brother Aniu, who became the emperor, felt his life had reached perfection, and therefore lost his reason to strive, no longer diligently practicing swordsmanship, because martial arts have always been about hardship.

Now, he, honored as the supreme ruler, no longer needs to endure hardships for survival.

"Master Ye, I already possess the wealth of the world, a nation’s throne, why can’t I lay down my sword?"

"I’ve fought battles for half a lifetime. Can’t I enjoy myself now?"

Brother Aniu, who had passed the age of destiny, no longer followed the advice and chastisement of Ye Qingzhou, because he believed he had already mastered his celestial destiny and become the master of fate.

He was no longer the vagrant who once had nothing but his life at the burial ground.

He now had the power to choose.

He had forgotten his original intentions.

His fighting spirit had extinguished.

Ye Qingzhou saw all this with his eyes, so he began to remain silent and never spoke again.

In a blink of an eye, over ten years of time elapsed.

Brother Aniu, who once charged through battlefields unrivaled, was now old and feeble.

He could barely handle a sword, and had grown so old he couldn’t hold chopsticks steadily; even breathing had become extremely cumbersome.

His once bright eyes turned cloudy, and his jet-black hair turned gray.

Brother Aniu dismissed those around him and asked the question he hadn’t asked for over ten years: "Master Ye, are you still there?"

"I have always been here."

"..."

Brother Aniu’s lips trembled with emotion, his eyes filled with tears. Without Ye Qingzhou’s guidance back then, he could never have conquered the world and ascended the throne.

Perhaps, like most vagrants in the chaotic world, he would have died in some unknown corner, his body gnawed by wild dogs, eventually turning to dust.

The twists of fate are often so hard to predict.

Once, Brother Aniu had changed his predetermined fate with Ye Qingzhou’s guidance, rising from a destitute vagrant to become the founding monarch of Great Wei.

Now, Brother Aniu once again longed for Ye Qingzhou’s help, to escape the threat of death.

Only then could he become undying, ruling the lands of Great Wei forever and enjoying unparalleled power and wealth.

"Master Ye, can martial arts grant immortality?"

"Yes."

Brother Aniu was excited upon hearing this: "I pray Master Ye teaches me the supreme martial dao!"

"It’s too late."

"Too late?"

Brother Aniu’s expression turned angry and fierce, questioning Ye Qingzhou: "Master Ye, why did you not mention this earlier?"

Ye Qingzhou coldly asked: "Does saying it make a difference?"

"Master Ye! This is the crime of deceiving the emperor! If you had truthfully informed me back then, how could I have neglected my cultivation, resulting in my decrepit state today, near death?"

"Immortality is the result of martial arts cultivation reaching a certain level; if you set immortality as your goal, then most likely, you won’t reach that realm in your entire life."

"You’re lying! I don’t believe it!"

Brother Aniu shouted loudly, unable to accept such an answer.

If martial arts couldn’t grant immortality, that would be fine, but the path to immortality lay before him, why couldn’t he walk it?

Is this fair!

He truly was the true destiny emperor, founding monarch, Great Wei Ancestor!

However, Brother Aniu’s power and status were no more noble to Ye Qingzhou than a roadside weed.

Hence, his answer remained cold and merciless: "Martial arts are about fighting fate, not becoming a corpse guardian ghost. Back then, you had nothing but were full of fighting spirit, which is why you learned unrivaled sword skills."

"It’s a pity, the you full of fighting spirit and motivation died the moment you ascended the throne. The life thereafter was merely a process of continuous decay."

Ye Qingzhou’s words were like a sharp dagger, stabbing right into Brother Aniu’s heart, causing him to convulse in agony.

"Master Ye, save me!"

"Master Ye, save me!"

"Master Ye..."

Brother Aniu died, perished in regret.

Ye Qingzhou merely watched it all happen silently; he was but a wandering soul in this world, unable to do anything beyond speaking and observing.

Brother Aniu chose his own fate, so when death arrived, he shouldn’t have complaints.

Spring of the 18th year of Tianwu, Wei Gaozu passed away, the nation mourned, a legend thus came to an end.

"Extreme Will of Life and Death..."

Ye Qingzhou, having considered Brother Aniu’s entire life, found enlightenment within his heart: "Existence is the deepest and most primordial instinct within all living beings’ minds. But if one merely lives, how is one different from walking corpses? This difference lies in belief and fighting spirit."

As long as belief doesn’t extinguish, as long as fighting spirit doesn’t fade, the soul remains eternal!

With this realization, Ye Qingzhou once again fell into contemplation: "What do I seek?"

Gradually, Ye Qingzhou began searching through memories for the fragments of the past.

Initially, he picked up a wooden stick in the Orphan Plain just to protect himself.

Later, he began learning swordsmanship, gradually becoming obsessed, losing sleep and appetite for it.

Because this was the one thing he could grasp in his lonely desolate life, and also the only way he could find a sense of accomplishment.

"The initial intention of practicing martial arts..."

Ye Qingzhou finally recalled the joy he experienced when he mastered the first move of swordsmanship, though now he saw that move as crude and full of flaws.

Yet that joy and emotion, he could never forget.

Zheng~

The sound of a sword’s hum rang in his ears, and Ye Qingzhou’s soul suddenly contracted into a point, then slowly expanded into a burning flame, within which enveloped a flawless sword heart.