Advance the future and become a martial saint on earth!

Chapter 176 One who is not conferred a sainthood in a day will remain an ant! See me devoutly bowing and chanting the true name of the dragon and elephant!

Wang Xuanyang!
Hear these three words.

The air in the entire venue seemed to freeze for a moment.

Sixty years ago, there was a man known as "Canghai Tiandao," the invincible one in Jiangyin.
It's this disheveled old man in front of me!?

When Ji Xiu heard the familiar voices of Wei Changkong, the leader of the Zixia Sect, and the 'muscle giant' beside him.

He hadn't yet recovered from the shock of discovering that this powerful martial artist, comparable to the peak of the Unfailing Realm, was actually his refined and easy-going senior uncle, Chen He.

Then I heard these words.

So he suddenly shook his head and looked at the old man beside him who had been the center of attention but had only scratched his head and looked completely bewildered, his eyes wide open.

This old man
It was his 'grandmaster'!?

Ji Xiu's throat bobbed several times, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

If the scene wasn't a bit strange
He really wanted to ask:
This is the 'banished immortal' that Granny Shi, who previously brought about the dragon and tiger's rise, spoke of with the utmost reverence!?

Wasn't it said that this grandmaster's appearance remained unchanged at the age of 28, neither increasing nor decreasing?

How did you end up looking so unkempt!

Ji Xiu was shocked, wondering what went wrong.

As for the Tianya Mingyue Dao style...

Apart from Qiao Qi, the direct descendant of the tea merchant who betrayed his master and switched allegiance.

Qin Zhuo, Yu Zhai, and Chen He's eldest and third disciples were all excited to see their grandmaster, who had only existed in legends and praises, finally revealing his face for the first time.

Legend has it that when the Sanyang Sect was destroyed, this grandmaster faced six high mountains, and the leaders of twenty-three major sects gathered together, with all the lineages coveting the Sanyang Treasure!
Alone, wielding a long sword, he was like a celestial being, cleaving the Eastern Canghai Sea in two with a single stroke, laying the foundation for the Heavenly Blade School's 'Golden Turtle Island' for half a century!

Legend has it that on the eve of the appearance of a "boundary gate" in the East Canghai Sea, the Hun Tian bandits were about to devour this 8,000-mile territory and tear it apart from the map of the Great Xuan.

One man stormed into the den of the Hun Tian bandits, beheading the Hun Tian bandit leader, the Crimson-Bearded Heavenly King, who was close to becoming a 'pseudo-Martial Saint.' Before the boundary gate could crack open, it only formed a mirage of the external path, and then vanished in an instant, like a fleeting flower!
Such incidents, large and small, are numerous and numerous.

It can be said that during the years when he dominated the world halfway through his life, he suppressed overseas schools of thought with one hand and the entire martial arts world with the other!
The six towering mountains that reign supreme today, the incomparably noble "Nine Elders of Jiangyin" within the prefecture—these are the powerful figures who have divided up the vast prefectural city.
During that period, no one could hold their head high in front of him!

Having offended the Heavenly Blade Sect, there is no other choice but to personally visit them with generous gifts to apologize.

At that time, even the eldest among them, Qin Zhuo, had not yet entered Chen He's tutelage. It could be said that they had grown up listening to his legend since childhood!

Therefore, at this time of the school's collapse, this grandmaster, who was said to have perished in the 'Bingjie Tomb', actually returned to Jin'ao Island.

How could these younger generations not be excited?
As for Qiao Qi, his face was already deathly pale, and his body was trembling.

He was also a true disciple of the Heavenly Blade School who had cultivated in seclusion for many years, so he was no stranger to 'Wang Xuanyang'.

Qiao Qi came from a prominent family and was once one of the "Nine Elders of Jiangyin." He had heard about his many exploits and feuds with the Tiandao School since he was a child.

For example, in the nine lines above, there is Huang Ai, the master of the medicine shop; Cai Shoujing, the master of the jade shop; and Zhao Ding, the master of the wine shop!

These three men were all in their prime at the time, and the scale of their businesses was unfathomable, far surpassing that of the tea business.

Even so, there were Huang Ai's biological son, Cai Shoujing's illegitimate son, Fourth Master Cai, and the offspring of the wine shop's concubine branch.
These arrogant young masters of the previous generation, who were all dressed in fine clothes and riding wild horses, fell into the hands of that 'Uncle-Master Duan' when this grandmaster was in the prime of his life. What was the result?

Without exception, the three great leaders arrived faster than the last, all bearing humiliation and hardship, coming to admit their mistakes, and while their families were in mourning, they swallowed the bitter pill with their teeth and blood!
If it were anyone else, let alone a top-tier sect, even a sect with six powerful masters and renowned experts, would be in such a predicament if they had a true successor.
They would also be dragged out by the sect's patriarch and given a severe beating!

At the same time, it also shows just how great the prestige of this 'former grandmaster' really is!

As a result, at this critical juncture, I had the misfortune of listening to my family and siding with the Wulou leader of the Zixia School. If things were to turn around and be investigated later...
Thinking of this, Qiao Qi felt completely paralyzed and filled with regret.

As for Wei Changkong...
This renowned old sect leader, known as the 'Number One Qi Master of Our Time,' had already silently retreated several steps, his eyes filled with extreme fear.

Those Zixia Sect members who went to Jin'ao Island were also intimidated by this.

Wu Hong, who had been sent flying by Chen He's knife and was bleeding from his mouth, got up and leaned against Wei Changkong. His voice was strained, and his previous confident demeanor was gone. Instead, he spoke hesitantly in a low voice:
"Master, what should we do now?"

Upon hearing this, Wei Changkong, with his youthful face, twitched at the corner of his eye, barely suppressing the urge to sweep his sleeve and slap away the Wulou Chief he had personally trained.

If it weren't for the fact that he cared about the sect leader's reputation, he would have already started cursing.

If it weren't for you useless people, he wouldn't have been coerced and instigated into this predicament, unable to advance or retreat!
Wang Xuanyang.
When Wei Changkong uttered this name, he couldn't help but recall that half a century ago, when the Sanyang Sect was destroyed, he was full of vigor and had one foot in the Zixia School, ready to test his skills against the master of a school.

结果
Wang Xuanyang, who happened to be in Jiangyin and was preparing to establish his own sect, struck him with a single blow, causing serious injury to his true skills. He almost lost his foundation and had to recuperate for several years before the danger was gone!

That's what I experienced.

Since then, Wei Changkong has never dared to step out of his school of thought, and the shadow of that experience lingers to this day.

To become a 'titled Martial Saint', the most basic requirement is to 'break through the four limits'.

Looking back on Wei Changkong's journey, he overcame the three limitations and achieved perfection, naturally developing a complete cycle of Qi circulation.

Although he did not attain the complete perfection of the Dragon-Tiger Body and the ultimate essence of the physical body, he barely qualified for a title!
Throughout the entire prefecture, only a handful of people in the previous sixty years and the next sixty years have achieved such accomplishments.

But this prodigy was not only much younger than him, but he had also condensed a precious body and broken through the six limits. He had already obtained the qualification of 'Ninth on the Young Dragon Stele' before he was thirty years old!

One of them was a young man from Da Xuan who was once ranked among the top ten in the world.

One was a top sect leader in a prefecture, but he never made a name for himself in the state-level military governorship of Cangdu. He wasn't even qualified to participate in the nomination invitation from Feng Hua Lou when he was young.

Which one is higher and which one is lower can be known at a glance.

Therefore, after that incident, and knowing Wang Xuanyang's name and strength, Wei Changkong didn't even have the courage to make a move when facing this person again.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure out how to "cut off his own flesh" to apologize to the old man,

Jiang Yue, the true disciple of the 'Dragon Elephant True Sect' who had come to Jin'ao Island with him and threatened the Heavenly Blade Style, had been silently standing by.

But at this moment, the situation on the field changed.

This young prodigy, born into the True Sect and having broken through the four limits, was the only outsider who had never been to 'Jiangyin Prefecture' and had little knowledge of the rumors surrounding Wang Xuanyang.
At this moment, however, he suddenly looked at Wang Xuanyang, sizing him up, his eyes filled with doubt:
"wrong!"

"Chief Guard"

"Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else?"

"'The Tomb of the Disintegrating Soldiers' is a forbidden place that only the most accomplished masters in their twilight years would enter in order to seek the ultimate martial arts. Only one person from each generation can emerge from it; this is an ironclad rule!"

"Some of those masters from the previous generation who sought the mysteries of immortality and strived to become martial saints, even entering the legendary, blood-soaked lands where immortals were said to have disintegrated, immortals ascended to heaven, and Buddhas passed away, have already emerged!"

"He is none other than the next leader appointed by Jiangnan Sword Mountain, one of the Ten Pillars of Heaven!"

"But this old man I observe is muddled and confused, his vital energy disordered, weak and feeble. His physical body, spirit, and dantian are all obscured. He has no 'essence, energy, or spirit.' How could he possibly be someone who has broken through the six limits?" "Absurd!"

Jiang Yue gave a soft shout.

The fear that had filled Wei Changkong's mind was finally dispelled, and he returned to reality.

And at this time.

Wang Xuanyang, the old man who was the center of attention, felt a little uncomfortable. He touched his messy hair and quietly nudged Ji Xiu beside him.
"Kid, what are you doing bringing me here? I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."

"How about we go back to that building and continue eating? I'm still not full."

Even with so many people watching, the mad old man smacked his lips, still thinking about the delicious food he had just enjoyed. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable, he showed no stage fright whatsoever and was quite carefree.

However, Ji Xiu's expression stiffened slightly at this moment.

He originally thought that since this old man could be associated with the Great Five Decays Heavenly Blade, he must be related to 'Chen Danding' and 'Wang Xuanyang'.

Therefore, I brought him to find my senior brother Chen He to inquire about the situation.

What Ji Xiu had planned for was something he hadn't anticipated.
This old man was actually the real person!
But he had already been tested before he came.

Just as the young master of unknown origin who was following Wei Changkong said.

This old man of unknown origin was in a state of great disorder, his energy and spirit were completely disordered and ignorant, and there was no trace of cultivation at all!
If it really was his grandmaster Wang Xuanyang, who became like this because of a great upheaval.
He was sending people to their deaths, which is a truly heinous crime.

Ji Xiu's heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, Wei Changkong, the head of the Zixia Sect who had steadied himself and taken a few steps back, carefully examined the area several times.

Suddenly————

Suddenly, a large hand covered in purple energy shot out and struck straight at Wang Xuanyang in the blink of an eye!

"you dare!"

Chen He's eyes narrowed, he was prepared, and with a swift stroke, like a taut bowstring being released, he cleaved the enemy at close range and blocked Ji Xiu and Wang Xuanyang.

As the purple palm vanished and the true energy disappeared without a trace, Wang Xuanyang remained completely unmoved.
Wei Changkong's heart was pounding, but he decided against the test, and this result finally made him breathe a sigh of relief!
Then, the corners of his mouth turned up, his muscles relaxed, and a smile appeared:

"I see."

"I don't know if this is the old man you asked this kid to bring along to impersonate Wang Xuanyang, or if it's the real Wang Xuanyang who returned from the Bingjie Tomb."

"But he is already crippled, that is an indisputable fact!"

"You're trying to scare me with an old man whose 'vital energy' and three bright lamps have all dimmed."

Bang!
Wei Changkong's eyes were serious, and he stomped heavily on the ground, splitting bricks and cracking stones!
immediately
Behind him, a long purple cloud seemed to stretch out and rise up, its ripples and waves lifting his body and robes, causing Wei Changkong to be briefly suspended in mid-air!
Auspicious signs of dragon and tiger: 'Purple clouds come from the east!'
The Zixia School's most treasured legacy, the Qi Dao True Skill 'Zixia Secret Manual,' when cultivated to its peak, allows one to condense the Qi into a dragon and tiger, a martial arts phenomenon that can be considered above average even among many schools and sects!
When Wei Changkong deduced his true skill, manifesting auras and causing his hair to fly wildly...
boom!
A thunderclap from nowhere!
Like a blazing sun suddenly appearing with purple light, the intense spiritual pressure it exerted was palpable, drawing swords and poised to strike directly at Chen He!
"You think I'm some kind of Dragon-Tiger Peak expert, close to the title of 'Martial Saint'?"

"Would you be intimidated by a mere physical body?"

"Ah!"

"Don't say he's not good, or that he's already useless."

"So what if it is?!"

"As the head of the Zixia Sect, I have honed my skills for a full hundred years, through spring, autumn, winter and summer. With one hand I hold up the top position in the sect, and with the other hand I suppress all major sects. Who in Jiangyin, inside or outside, can match me!"

"Even if Wang Xuanyang comes at his peak, I will not be afraid!"

Wei Changkong clenched his fist with his five fingers together and extended it towards Chen He. Just by raising his hand, he brought a heavy sense of oppression to Chen He.

This is the pressure of a Dragon-Tiger Peak against a Wulou Peak, a sixth-realm martial artist against a fifth-realm martial artist. If it were a Strength Gate, it would be equivalent to breaking through the 'Mercury Blood Silver Marrow' and facing an existence wearing Dao-grade Immortal Robes!
The chasm between them.
It's something that talent and secret techniques simply can't compensate for!

Wei Changkong pressed Chen He down with one hand, making him tense up and assume a desperate stance, while his other hand was behind his back. He then turned to look at Ji Xiu:
"Boy, I've heard you've received the 'true teachings' of the Heavenly Blade School's founder?"

"Offer up the plaque you received and the spirit sword you are holding, change your allegiance to me, and light your life lamp. I may personally accept you as my true disciple."

"At that time, you will still be able to practice the secret techniques of the Heavenly Blade School, and I can also pass on all the true skills of the Purple Cloud lineage to you. It's much better than following this decaying old man!"

"Don't try to intimidate me with your so-called status as a prefectural chief or a retainer of a marquis's mansion."

"Even if Pei Daoran comes in person, I will not give him face if I say I will!"

"As for the Marquis's residence..."

"I have been stationed in Jiangyin for many years. During the numerous invasions by heretics and the upheavals at the boundary gate, my lineage has made outstanding contributions. Even if he finds out that I killed you, what can he do about it?"

"I will soon bestow upon you the title of 'Saint,' so do not jeopardize your future!"

Wei Changkong's eyes were arrogant. With a wave of his hand, the Purple Cloud True Qi flowed continuously, tearing apart the air waves, and he could use all kinds of martial arts at will!
Just as he spoke to Ji Xiu with an unquestionable tone, about to strike Chen He's spine and take Wang Xuanyang's life from the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows—

Boom, boom, boom!
Wow.
Outside Jin'ao Island, huge waves surged.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

next moment!
It was as if a colossal phantom, tens of feet tall and resembling an ancient dragon-elephant, was stepping onto the island.

Just a few glimpses of its aura that were casually leaked.
Then those 'Purple Cloud' ships scattered like leaves in the wind, falling into pieces in an instant!
Even from a great distance, everyone inside the highest 'sword-forging platform' on Jin'ao Island felt an overwhelming pressure, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on their hearts!
among them,

Including Wei Changkong, who manifested the Purple Cloud Phenomenon!

"you say."

"If he doesn't become your disciple, he'll ruin his future?"

A single, soft word carried throughout Jin'ao Island.

Immediately, a tall, robust old man with white hair and beard appeared, dancing wildly in the sea breeze, exuding an air of extravagance, a stark contrast to the aged appearance Ji Xiu had previously witnessed.

then,

Xu Longxiang, with his twenty-four-segmented dragon spine, supported the ancient dragon elephant that stretched to the sky, towering atop the crest of the surging waves. He glanced at Wei Changkong from afar, his eyes filled with coldness:

"But do you know that if one is not made a saint, one will remain an ant in the end?"

"Then you will see this Holy One personally arrive."

"Shouldn't we also devoutly bow down and sing praises to my title of 'Dragon Elephant' and my true name!?"

(End of this chapter)