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Chapter 175 The offspring of a Martial Saint cannot be mediocre; that old man is Wang Xuanyang!

Jin'ao Island, Heavenly Blade Style.

The roar, a sound that shook dragons and tigers and was mixed with the might of surging energy, reverberated in all directions and caused huge waves to surge!

This also shattered the tranquility of this sparsely populated school, where only a handful of true disciples remained.

Within the school, on the moss-covered forging platform.

Within the Heavenly Blade School, Qin Zhuo's eyes blazed with fury:

"Master, this is simply outrageous!"

“Back when our grandmaster was still alive, the Dragon Tiger Sect, which was known as the ‘Six High Mountains,’ would all cower in fear that he would set his sights on their ancestral legacy.”

"This sect leader of Zixia Sect has been hiding in the Zixia Hall on the Cloud Peak for more than half a century, and hasn't even dared to show his face!"

"Our Heavenly Blade lineage has finally begun to show some improvement."

"That old tortoise had to show its face at this crucial moment!"

Qin Zhuo slammed his fist into the moss-covered stone wall on one side, speaking angrily.

Not long ago, my junior brother carried the Heavenly Blade plaque, crushing the prestige of 63 dojos on a street, and restoring the reputation of the 'Heavenly Blade Dojo'.

This battle not only disqualified the true disciple of Zixia Martial Arts School who had previously broken the hamstrings of his third junior brother, Yu Zhai, but also brought him great honor.

Afterwards, he contacted his master Chen He and sent his fourth junior brother Li Songxi and sixth junior brother Yin Hong to the Taoist temple street to openly and legitimately manage the affairs of the temple.

It's just a matter of time before Qin Zhuo, or perhaps his junior brother Ji Xiu, becomes a 'Master of Qi Refining'.
At that time, we will be able to restore the glory of our grandmaster, master, and uncle, and open the school to teach students again, so that the Heavenly Blade School can be reborn!

But just at this crucial moment, an unpleasant guest showed up!
In front of him.

Chen He frowned.

He watched as the purple aura soared into the sky, painting the horizon with a purple hue, and strode majestically toward the Heavenly Blade School's stronghold.
After a slight pause, he simply said:

"It's just expected."

“Our three generations have broken the backbone of the Zixia School. Whether it’s the Qi Refining Masters who are the mainstays or the core disciples below, they have all fallen at the hands of your uncle and junior brother.”

"I've held on to this until today before I finally couldn't swallow it anymore."

"It can only be said that this sect leader of Zixia Sect is indeed very patient."

"Don't worry, the Heavenly Blade School has never been wiped out before, let alone today."

“Your second junior brother’s martial arts talent surpasses that of all six of you fellow disciples.”

"Years ago, I sent it as a seed to the other huge branches after the 'Ancestral Court of the Sword Dao' fell apart."

"Now, with Ji Xiu becoming the chief of the prefecture, the inheritance of the Heavenly Blade lineage has been handed over to these two. Even if we abolish the sect name and hand over this blessed land of Golden Turtle Island, what difference does it make?"

"There will be a chance to recover sooner or later, so why rush it?"

"Take your third junior brother and your fifth junior brother and leave by boat from the back sea of ​​Jin'ao Island."

Chen He took the black-backed broadsword from his back, tapped it lightly, and his expression suddenly sharpened. He was about to step down from the forging platform to face this 'Master of Zixia Sect'.

The sky seemed to darken and become oppressive.

Hearing the commotion, the third disciple, Yu Zhai, pushed his wheelchair onto the forging platform. Seeing Chen He and Qin Zhuo, the martial artist, with his sharp ears and eyes, had already heard some of the commotion and couldn't help but smile wryly.
“Master, my legs haven’t fully recovered yet. If I follow my fellow disciples, I’ll only be a burden even if I leave.”

"Why don't we stay here and keep you company?"

Qin Zhuo stepped forward:
"Yes, Master!"

“In the past ten years or so, you dismissed your disciples and gave up the title of ‘opening a school and teaching students.’ Those who wanted to leave have already left.”

"Which of us who are left doesn't share the same sense of honor and disgrace for the Heavenly Blade lineage and the legacy left by our founder?"

"Junior Brother Li Songxi and Junior Brother Yin Hong were invited by Junior Brother Ji to take charge of the martial arts street. With their junior brother's help, they can avoid trouble and save their lives, which will be considered as leaving behind a flame."

"If these people push us too far..."

"We can certainly show them the might of the Heavenly Blade lineage! Isn't that right, Fifth Junior Brother?"

Qin Zhuo spoke with a firm tone, looking at the swordsman beside Yu Zhai, who remained silent with his lips pursed, appearing preoccupied with something on his mind.

Upon hearing this, Chen He's fifth disciple, Qiao Qi, the fifth successor of the Heavenly Blade Style whom Ji Xiu had never met, hesitated, his expression somewhat uncertain.

"This"

Seeing his fifth junior brother Qiao Qi's expression, Qin Zhuo frowned slightly, but relaxed again after a moment:
"Yes."

“Junior brother, you come from one of the thirty-six trades, and are the eldest son of the tea merchant family. You have a large and powerful family, unlike us who are solitary wanderers from the martial world.”

"I know you have your own difficulties. You have been willing to stay in the desolate Heavenly Blade School for so many years, which is more than enough. My words just now were a bit too harsh. It was my fault."

Recalling his junior brother's background, Qin Zhuo calmed down and immediately began to consider his future:

"Now the Zixia Sect Master has come to the island with great momentum and aggressive attitude, constantly talking about building a tomb for our grandmaster and abolishing the Heavenly Blade School."

"Their wolfish ambitions are blatantly obvious. They came with the intention of seizing my foundation and inheriting my legacy. It's hard to guarantee that they won't harbor the thought of eliminating me completely!"

"Junior brother, you should quickly detour around the back island, take a small boat directly to Jiangyin, and temporarily stay at your family's 'tea shop' to avoid trouble."

Before Qin Zhuo could finish speaking, Qiao Qi opened his mouth, hesitated, but looked at Chen He who was holding the broadsword, and finally sighed, then knelt down heavily:
"Master, please expel me from the sect and remove me from the register of the Heavenly Blade School."

Upon hearing this, Chen He frowned slightly, while his two disciples, Qin Zhuo and Yu Zhai, both looked at him in surprise.
"Junior brother, you."

Qiao Qi lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze, and turned his neck away.

"Your Heavenly Blade School has been in decline for so many years. The tea shop is a prominent family in Jiangyin. It has always paid tribute to my Purple Cloud School with countless riches."

"Qiao Qi stayed with your Heavenly Blade Sect, but Chen He, you didn't even share your lineage's supreme secret martial art with him. Instead, you gave it to that kid you've never even met. How biased are you?"

"Instead of staying here, I might as well take advantage of the 'tea shop' connection to join my Zixia lineage, become the head disciple, receive secret martial arts, and in the future, I can have the backing of a sect and have the opportunity to compete for the position of head of the tea shop."

"What future is there if we continue to waste our time on this sunken ship?"

suddenly!
Before the weapon-casting platform, a hidden message was heard, causing Chen He and the others to immediately focus their gaze.

A young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with purple energy flowing through his hair, was followed by a group of Qi Refining masters with flawless skin and purple robes. They had already landed on the island and were approaching!
This voice came from the woman in purple robes, who was standing behind Chang Kong, the chief guard of the Zixia Sect.

This master in purple robes, named Wu Hong, is the head of the Purple Cloud School, responsible for passing on a secret martial art. He holds a high position and great power.

Previously, among the many high-ranking figures in the Zixia Hall, it was he who claimed to have an undercover agent on Jin'ao Island, instigating Wei Changkong, the leader of the Zixia Sect, to steal the Tiandao Foundation and strive for the title of 'Number One in Jiangyin'.

At this moment, Chief Wu Hong, seeing the situation on the weapon-forging platform, shook his head and chuckled:
"But if it weren't for that young man named 'Ji Xiu' who obtained the 'True Sect Level' sword technique secrets in your sect's ancestral hall, we wouldn't have known that your sect's Xuan Yang master had left behind such a treasure land!"

"I originally thought that in the past ten years or so, apart from this Jin'ao Island, the Heavenly Blade School had been thoroughly plundered, both openly and secretly, but now it seems that there is still some left over."

Upon hearing this, Chen He's eyes suddenly sharpened slightly. He glanced back and forth at his kneeling fifth disciple, Qiao Qi, and his tone carried a hint of disappointment:
"Was it you who told the Zixia School the secrets of my Tianya Mingyue Dao 'Ancestral Shrine'?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zhuo's eyes widened in surprise, followed by a hint of doubt:

"Junior brother, you."

Qiao Qi lowered his head even further, feeling a pang of shame.
“Master, I’m not the only direct disciple in the tea business. My father has repeatedly urged me to switch sides, otherwise I won’t have a chance to compete for the leadership position in the future. For the sake of my future, I…”

Chen He remained silent, the broadsword in his hand humming incessantly.
"I see. That explains why it was such a top secret. How did an outsider like him know about it?"

"Sigh, you should have just told me if you wanted to switch sides."

"That Great Five Decays Heavenly Blade, which is ranked as a 'True Master,' is something that none of your six fellow disciples could learn, except for your second senior brother who has that talent."

"I will treat you all equally and nurture you as the future seeds of the sect."

“If you had the opportunity to inherit this knowledge, I would have taught you and given you the opportunity long ago. Why would I have waited until today?”

"Sect Leader of Zixia Sect".

Chen He looked up, his eyes calm:
"If you want this Golden Turtle Island, how about I hand it over to you in three days?"

"After all, it is the legacy left by the Sanyangmen of that time. It belongs to the capable. You are now the top in Jiangyin, so it is only right that you take over this foundation."

"As for building a cenotaph for our master to confirm his death."

"After all these years, it's not like it's impossible."

“But only the Ancestral Shrine, with its tablets dedicated to my late father and the martyrs of the Sword Cultivation Ancestral Court who sacrificed themselves at the Gate of Heaven, is something I cannot allow you to see.” Chen He stepped forward, standing before the forging platform, blocking the Ancestral Shrine behind it, his eyes sincere:

"Chief, can we discuss this some more?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Changkong frowned slightly, about to say something, but Wu Hong beside him stepped forward:
“Master Chen, you can’t take a single thing with you from the entire ‘Golden Turtle Island’.”

"Wang Xuanyang has been dead for twenty years, and the Heavenly Blade Sect hasn't even produced a single flawless martial artist. What makes you think they can preserve the legacy?"

"The former 'Sanyang Gate' is your 'lesson from the past'!"

Chen He, leaning on his broadsword, fell into a long silence upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Wu Hong looked confident and assured that he could defeat the 'Heavenly Blade School' today, and then his eyes gleamed with disdain.

At this moment, he looked at the gatekeeper Wei Changkong beside him.

Seeing that the Purple Cloud Ancestor still had reservations in her eyes, as if she was wondering whether to be so ruthless, she couldn't help but whisper in her ear to comfort her:
"It's alright, Master."

"Of the two disciples Wang Xuanyang took in back then, the eldest disciple, Chen He, has always been unremarkable. He lives a secluded life on Jin'ao Island and has not been heard from in recent years, except for his achievements in helping others."

"Given Wang Xuanyang's personality, if this disciple were truly capable, wouldn't he have already made a name for himself in Jiangyin Prefecture? Why would he have to dismiss his disciples and almost lose the reputation of his school?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Changkong also felt that it made sense and that was the case, so he was just about to speak.

But suddenly
Boom!
A surge of energy and the stretching of muscles and bones suddenly burst forth from Chen He, whose hair was gray and whose back was desolate, with a crackling sound!

This unusual commotion alerted Wei Changkong, whose nature had been accustomed to hiding for many years, to something amiss, and his expression changed:

"Wait, you."

boom!
Like a burst dam, thick, swirling qi and blood erupted from Chen He's body without warning, causing his muscles and bones to suddenly swell.

It took only a few breaths.

Chen He's originally refined and slender figure suddenly grew taller!
Then his eyes gradually revealed their sharpness, showing the look of an eagle and a wolf. His body extended to a full ten feet tall, with a broad back and a thick waist, like a small mountain!
As his hair cascaded over his shoulders, Chen He, carrying a black-backed broadsword, found his wide robe and sleeves ripping apart under the weight.

A refined middle-aged man transforms into a muscular beast in an instant; the contrast is simply amazing!
Under the dumbfounded gazes of Qin Zhuo's three personal disciples
This muscular giant slowly took a step forward!
In an instant, what initially appeared to be merely the 'Sea of ​​Qi' realm suddenly and rapidly ascended in Chen He's body, his physical form becoming flawless, and his eyes shining with an astonishing brilliance:
"That old, immortal turtle"

"Have I been too kind to you?!"

"If it weren't for the 'lesson' I learned from the ancestral temple of swordsmanship when I was a child, I would have decided to lie low and carefully cultivate my school, growing stronger step by step, and becoming a refined and easy-going person."

"For this, I even disagreed with that old man Wang Xuanyang, but I still think I was right."

"only."

"Do you think the place where I grew up is some kind of 'easy-going place'?"

"How could someone as refined and easygoing as me be born into a family where no one in the ancestral court of swordsmanship is reasonable?"

"I'm just 'acting' with you guys!"

Chen He, carrying a broadsword, gave a cold laugh:
"It's a pity you old bastard, why couldn't you have waited a little longer?"

"Give me some more time. Once I'm enraged and no longer hold me back, let's see if I'll still play along with you guys."

"Those who take from me will have to return the principal with interest!"

"You're being so persistent today."

Chen He's eyes were sharp. He slashed with his broadsword, tearing through the vacuum with a single blow, and sent Wu Hong, the arrogant leader on the other side, flying right in front of Wei Changkong!

In an instant, the bricks and stones flew and shattered!
Then, Chen He, who resembled a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex, dragged his broadsword with one arm. His aura, which had reached the peak of the 'School Master' level among the three realms, was instantly on full display!
"I'll see if I can control you, who spans the entire peak realm!"

Wei Changkong's face twitched slowly.

At that moment, he suddenly remembered the rumors about the ancestral court of the sword.

Sixty years ago, the people who came from there were said to have extremely explosive tempers. He was originally surprised that the offspring of a 'titled Martial Saint' from there was so ordinary.
In hindsight, he was blind.

But as soon as he came out of the mountains, I felt that everything was wrong.

But seeing Chen He display the strength of a sect leader at the peak, crippling the sect's leader right before his eyes, Wei Changkong's eyes turned ugly:

"This sect leader has indeed misjudged the situation."

“But if you don’t make this move, there’s still room for maneuver.”

But now

"You really think that I, who am only one step away from becoming a 'pseudo-titled' figurehead, can't suppress you!?"

Even though he had a vague feeling that something was off.
But his own disciples were beaten, and if the patriarch didn't lift a finger in front of everyone, he would lose all face tomorrow!

moment!

Wei Changkong's hair surged with purple energy. With a single palm raised, the dragon and tiger energy reflected reality from his divine sea, transforming into a strange phenomenon. The secret martial art "Great Purple Cloud Hand," ranked at the "established sect level," was suddenly condensed in his five fingers and slammed down towards Chen He!

The two sides clashed on the forging platform, swords drawn and bows ready to strike at any moment!
The two clashed, their voices booming like thunder.

Chen He, with his bulging muscles, actually withstood this secret martial arts palm strike. Even though his skin was shaken so badly that his blood vessels burst and gushed out, his aura was still terrifying. With his hair disheveled, he looked like an ancient demon god!
Just as the two were about to fight until the 'sword-forging platform' collapsed.

Ji Xiu, however, brought a disheveled old man with him into this sect!
As early as when he saw a group of ships flying the 'Purple Cloud Flag' outside Jin'ao Island, Ji Xiu knew something was wrong.

It wasn't until he stepped into the Heavenly Blade School that he finally figured out the general outline of what had happened today, and his heart sank even further.

But now his identity is indeed unusual.

Not only has he become the top scholar in the prefecture and gained the favor of the prefectural head, Pei Daoran, but he also has Xu Longxiang, that old monster in the prefecture, as his mentor, and he also has a relationship with the Marquis's mansion.

Even if some powerful figures or leaders of various schools of thought dislike him.

Even in broad daylight, people would hesitate to act against him openly, unable to take action openly.

Sensing something was wrong, Ji Xiu immediately quickened his pace to see if he could help.

We've just arrived at this knife-making platform.

Seeing the bricks and stones crumbling everywhere, the mountains collapsing and the ground sinking, only a muscular giant remained, wielding a broadsword and engaging in a frenzied hand-to-hand combat with a young man with a gloomy face and purple energy flowing through his hair!
Ji Xiu paused, and rubbed his eyes.

No, where is the eldest master?

Who are these two people?

And with his arrival.

The two of them glanced at each other simultaneously.

Neither of them stopped after the first glance.

Even though the muscular giant was covered in blood, a bloodstain was still very noticeable on the purple-haired youth's face.

As the head of the Zixia Sect, a master at the peak of the Dragon and Tiger realm!

To be hurt by a junior—isn't that an utter disgrace?!

Wei Changkong was determined not to give up!
However----

When his mind suddenly turned to the face of the old man beside the boy that he had just caught a glimpse of, he remembered it.
He savored the memory for a moment, and a sense of familiarity suddenly welled up within him.

"This face... haven't I seen it somewhere before?" Wei Changkong's heart skipped a beat.

"That face... haven't I seen it somewhere before?" Chen He, who was carrying a broadsword and looked terrifying, also frowned.

and many more!

Whoosh!
The two seemed to have thought of something at the same time, and in a flash, they both looked at the dazed and bewildered old man next to Ji Xiu, and without prior arrangement, they took another careful look at him!
And then, in an instant!

As if recalling a terrifying memory, Wei Changkong, despite having the upper hand, suddenly reacted, taking two steps back abruptly, his hands trembling.

"Wang Xuanyang!?"

As for Chen He, he was panting heavily, leaning on his knife, his eyes wide with disbelief.
"no."

"Old man, you're really not dead?"

(End of this chapter)