Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

[In the tranquil border town, Martial Artist Lü Bu stood up to have a meal.]

[Suddenly, an inexplicable intuition surged in his heart, and his gaze involuntarily turned towards the distance. The Divine Thought he had left by "Dong Zhuo" had already dissipated without a trace.]

[Meanwhile, several martial artists in the world have broken through their limits and stepped into the threshold of the "Human-God Boundary."]

[The aura on Lü Bu’s body suddenly surged like a tide, he lightly clenched his fist, as if to condense this power into his palm, then quickly restrained his momentum back into himself, returning to normal.]

["Guan Yu? Zhang Fei? Zhao Yun?"]

[These names flashed through Lü Bu’s mind, he had grown accustomed to this phenomenon.]

[This ability accompanied his awakening of the True Self Dharma Aspect, allowing him to vaguely sense those who possess the potential to transcend first-class generals.]

[Unfortunately, since becoming a Divine General, his strength was too overwhelming, making it impossible to spar with these military generals. Lü Bu’s body had not been stirred by a heated battle for a long time, he had almost forgotten what that exhilarating feeling was like.]

[In this world, who could withstand a full-strength strike from him?]

[As for slaughtering the weak, to him, it was as uninteresting as crushing an ant. There was increasingly little that could pique his interest in this world.]

[Lü Bu shook his head slightly.]

[Half a month later, Lü Bu, after greeting his mother and sister as usual, went straight out.]

[Along the way, passersby greeted him warmly, and Lü Bu responded to each greeting.]

[Then, he entered a vintage-style teahouse by the roadside and went directly to the second floor. In a spot by the window, there was a subtle gap, just enough for Lü Bu to take in the scenery outside the town.]

[He ordered a pot of fragrant high-quality tea alone and quietly sat by the window, his gaze dazedly resting on the distance.]

[Over the years, he often waited here for a friend’s appointment, hoping his friend would bring tales from the Thirteen States to add a touch of color to his dull life.]

[Lü Bu did not have a strong desire to travel far in person.]

[Perhaps, a hundred years from now, when all alive have passed and he remains, he may consider leaving this familiar land to see this world...]

[The reason? He harbored little fondness for this world; the land of the Thirteen States was hundredfold more brutal than here, with death’s presence everywhere from hunger, cold, or slaughter, the whole world was chaotic.]

[Lü Bu found himself utterly bored, he looked up towards the window, seeing the sky nearing dusk, he intended to leave for home yet suddenly his eyes brightened, then he called the shopkeeper to send over a steaming pot of tea and a few plates of exquisite and tasty dishes, and then quietly waited.]

[On the second floor, a Yellow Robe Daoist entered wearily, she walked directly to the empty seat opposite Lü Bu and sat down. Her slightly tired eyes stared at the smile on Lü Bu’s face.]

[Outside, the winds stirred and clouds gathered, momentous events had occurred, yet the instigator seemed utterly detached, still leisurely enjoying tea here, oblivious.]

[Wuyou Daoist picked up the bowl and chopsticks on the table, silently eating three large bowls of rice.]

[After the meal, Lü Bu gracefully lifted the teapot, his movements elegant and composed, and poured a cup of fragrant tea for Wuyou Daoist, then gently pushed it towards her, smiling, "Mr. Wuyou, please enjoy the tea."]

["Fengxian, you are so leisurely and carefree, indifferent to worldly disputes..." Wuyou Daoist sipped her tea, sighed softly, her gaze weary from travel, slowly lying on the table, eyes fixed on the sunset outside.]

[She saw no hope.]

[On the day of the Taiping Army’s uprising, she had already seen the "Reincarnation"; success meant the Taiping Army would birth an Emperor, who upon ascending would extinguish Taiping Dao; failure meant Taiping Dao...]

[After the Dao Hearts of the Yellow Turban Warriors collapsed, she traveled with fellow senior brothers and sisters, meeting the Eighteen Lords one by one. Many seniors chose to leave Taiping Dao, abandoning that unrealistic idea, each selecting a wise lord to pacify the world and end the chaos.]

[Likewise, they captured Fortune, attaining through the Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth to ascend as Immortals. They abandoned the "Mahayana Method," focusing solely on the "Minor Success Method," helping oneself first before others. The suffering of the world was never truly their concern.]

[Master was very disappointed but did not blame them, choosing instead to respect his disciples’ thoughts; he knew he lost his doctrinal debate with the Daoist Ancestor.]

[Wuyou Daoist was indecisive, pondering whether she should abandon the "Mahayana Method," because years of travel and hard work had left her weary. At this time, crowds welled up outside, children ran and played carefree, everyone living peacefully, a scene from dreams.]

[All of this was her accomplishment.]

[Years ago, she had formed a bond with young Fengxian; since then, she would visit this border town every so often, teaching the local people agriculture, Fengxian moved Da Shan to create fertile land, people raised flocks of cattle and sheep, leading to today’s prosperity.]

[She had thought she could transform the entire world into this scene, but only here managed to endure.]

[This "Wuyou" was indeed based on material abundance. The conflicts and battles throughout the world often stemmed from hunger and lack. In truth, the Daoist Skill of Qi Cultivators and the power of martial artists were enough to cultivate vast fields ensuring everyone could have full meals and meat to eat.]

[But farming cannot solve the root cause.]

[Because the hearts of the people in the world will never be satisfied, they are not Lü Fengxian, they will not be content.]

[Among the crowd, there are always those whose desires are insatiable, who occupy more grain, becoming Superior Persons, seizing most of the world’s materials, causing seventy percent of the populace to struggle in the mire of hunger.]

[At first, she didn’t understand, but later realized.]

[Some are born carefree and naturally turn their gaze towards more lofty goals. Such people, like wild grass, live endlessly, impossible to completely eradicate, because human nature is changeable, and those like them will increase ever more until chaotic times arise, unstoppable.]

[Wuyou Daoist traversed thousands of miles, witnessing the vicissitudes of the Mortal World, finally understanding the "unsolvable" predicament the Master faced in the past. No matter how diligently they worked to construct seemingly perfect systems, in the end, everything still ended up as history’s "Reincarnation."]

[Therefore, peace is an illusion—]

[She suddenly turned, looking at Fengxian, feeling a surge of wavering. A thought crossed her mind like lightning: What I can achieve might just be this. Why not settle down here, with Fengxian...]

["What’s wrong?" Lü Bu couldn’t perform Mind Reading Skill, he just felt that Mr. Wuyou was strange this time.]

[Wuyou Daoist shook her head gently, hesitating to speak.]

[In the battle at Hulao Pass, she had already witnessed Fengxian’s strength, perhaps she could leverage Fengxian’s power to defeat the heroes one by one and unify the world in a short time.]

[But peace is an illusion—she didn’t want someone like Fengxian involved, once he stepped out of this Pure Land, perhaps he would lose himself, no longer the simple young man he once was.]

[She couldn’t bear to destroy the image of him when they first met, afraid Fengxian would become someone completely unfamiliar to her in the future. More worryingly, her last piece of Pure Land within might also vanish without trace.] 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

[Moreover, she had seen the means of the Immortals and Buddhas above; then Fengxian would merely become a "tool" for the Immortals and Buddhas to seize Fortune.]

[Wuyou Daoist and Lü Bu chatted idly, most of the conversation was Wuyou Daoist talking, until the sun fully set, they strolled around the small town, silently passing the night.]

[The following day.]

[A young man hurriedly arrived, reporting with cupped hands: "Big brother, Hua Xiong has brought several heroes to visit you."]

["Hua Xiong?" Lü Bu was surprised; the three strands of Divine Thought he had given to Dong Zhuo had all been used up, intending to refuse, he suddenly frowned.]

["Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, it’s actually them..."]

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