Advance the future and become a martial saint on earth!

A thunderous roar, powerful and unified, suddenly rang in the ears of Wei Fengchun and Wang Quanqi, two proud sons from powerful families, causing them to feel a jolt in their hearts at the same time!
Then, on the hand where the two men threw punches and raised their arms.
Suddenly, I was gripped tightly by five big fingers!

Their first reaction was to use their inner energy to open the energy channels and shake it open.

But the strength of the hand's owner was terrifying, like a humanoid dragon, with surging blood and qi, domineering and incomparable, holding the two people's thick arms firmly, and for a moment, they could not shake it off!

It was still the surging of Qi in his sea of ​​qi and the expansion of his martial arts body that made his muscles and bones as clear and bright as gold and jade. He was serious and stopped fighting. Only by taking a step back could he break free.

For a moment, a look of apprehension and seriousness flashed in both of their eyes!
From the flow of qi and blood emanating from those fingertips, one can sense just the tip of the iceberg of the profound and powerful martial arts skills possessed by the owner of that hand.

How could such a small prefecture under the jurisdiction of a mere state have such hidden talents?
Those who don't know better might think he's the heir painstakingly cultivated by some powerful clan in a certain state, or even a true prodigy or nobleman from the Nine Clans and Ten Pillars, vying for a seat on the Young Dragon Stele in the Jade Capital!

"Daozi!"

"It's Ji Daozi!"

Until they heard the joyful shouts of the Heavenly Blade True Sect disciples around them.

The two men looked at the man in the black robe with gold patterns, his hair flowing wildly, his muscular frame supporting his dantian, and his arrogant youth who seemed capable of subduing dragons and elephants. Only then did they realize his origins.

So, without prior arrangement, they all focused their gaze on the precious sword hanging at his waist!

Both were masters of Qi Sea, leaders of their respective schools, with keen hearing and sharp eyesight comparable to eagles and falcons. They could see every rustle of wind and grass within a mile with remarkable precision.

Therefore
The seal script character 'royal power' on the hilt of the sword was clearly visible!
This young man is the very blade of the Heavenly Blade True Sect, the one who stirred up a storm in Jiangyin Prefecture and received the gifts of the 'Impermanent Realm of All Laws'!

In an instant, a series of thoughts raced through their minds, and they both stopped.

"Divine Weapon Altar, Wei Fengchun."

“The royal family, the royal instrument.”

"I have met Ji Daozi."

As for Ji Xiu's unpleasant words, the two reacted differently, with Wang Quanqi taking the initiative and striking first:

"Daozi, you flatter me. I came to Jiangyin Prefecture on the orders of the king, and my original intention was only to bring back the personal sword of my ancestor."

"Unfortunately, Brother Wei came from the Divine Weapon Altar with the same goal as me. He started fighting without warning, disregarding others, which resulted in many Heavenly Blade Sect members being injured."

"I was forced to take action; it was a last resort."

Wang Quanqi spoke sincerely.

Ji Xiu turned his gaze in that direction.

The brief exchange just now allowed Ji Xiu to clearly perceive the difference in their skill levels.

This Wei Fengchun is probably at the level of 'Six Transformations Without Leakage'. When his muscles and bones are stretched, his true strength and power seem capable of shaking mountains.

Although Wang Quanqi, dressed in a bright yellow robe, was slightly inferior, he was still a character who had undergone four to five transformations in his physical body. Such characters were almost extinct in Jiangyin Prefecture and could not be seen at all.

Compared to Xie Jixuan of the Jade Huan Xie family whom I had encountered before at the Beicang Marquis's residence, he was far superior.

If it weren't for his own body being forged and the dragon and elephant being refined, achieving a complete transformation, his condition would be vastly different from when he was in Beicang Prefecture, having crossed a whole realm and nearly doubled in strength.

I'm afraid that after just one exchange, they would be shaken off by the aftershocks and residual force of their instinctive reactions, and would be unable to resist!

But the same thing.

His own skill had greatly increased, and this time he used his true power to break apart the fighting formation of the two men with both hands. This made the two men realize some of his strength and become wary, so they did not go any further.

Wang Quanqi spoke first, causing Wei Fengchun's face to darken, but he didn't say anything more. He took out a small green bottle from his sleeve, uncorked it, and let a delicate fragrance fill the air.
"These disciples have a shallow foundation in martial arts, but I don't have any ordinary pills of the ninth to seventh grade on me."

"This is a precious elixir, a treasure of all, made from a few coins' worth of cinnamon branches of the earthly treasure 'Silver Leaf Jade Cinnamon'. It is ranked sixth grade and can cleanse the meridians, strengthen the internal organs, and also treat chronic and stubborn diseases."

"If you take it and refine it properly, it will greatly increase the cultivation level of these disciples."

He took out several elixirs and flicked them out, which landed in front of the injured disciples. Then he looked at Ji Xiu, his tone neither humble nor arrogant:
"Daozi, I have made amends for my mistake."

"but"

"My Divine Weapon Altar has been refining this precious sword for a hundred years, suppressing the earth fire at Trapped Sky Mountain. It was suddenly lost not long ago and came to Jiangyin Prefecture in the west."

"This action nearly caused the entire Trapped Sky Mountain to erupt in flames, reducing countless precious artifacts, including even the fourth-rank Dragon Tiger Weapon, to ashes!"

"Therefore, the Lord of Trapped Sky Mountain, with his great prestige, came to Beicang in person, which was ordered by the Lord of the Divine Weapon Altar to retrieve the precious weapon that Trapped Sky Mountain used to suppress the earth fire."

"And I traced it all the way to Jiangyin Prefecture, and found that it was the treasured sword in Daozi's sheath."

"Therefore, if Daozi needs anything, please feel free to ask."

"If you are willing to let me take this sword back, I, Wei Fengchun, can promise on behalf of the Divine Weapon Altar to tailor-make a third-grade 'titled weapon, Martial Saint weapon' for Daozi!"

"In terms of power, it is even greater than this long-unsheathed, lower-grade treasured sword!"

"how?"

Wei Fengchun didn't mince words; he went straight to the point, targeting Wang Quandao directly.

Finally, he added:

"Moreover, as a descendant of the 'ancestral court of swordsmanship,' Daozi should be aware of the origins of this sword."

"Back then, the Martial Arts Treasure Body True Scripture of Wang Quan Wu Mu was controlled by 'Jiangnan Sword Mountain'."

"As for the 'sword and saber conflict' between the North and South, the Great Xuan Dynasty lasted for nine hundred years, and even when the ancestral court of the swordsmanship collapsed, it continued for eight hundred years."

"This has accumulated over generations, and the resentment has run deep."

"As a descendant of the Blade Court, if you were to wield royal power again, it would only bring trouble upon yourself, causing the accumulated resentment of the eight-hundred-year-old calamity to suddenly weigh down on your frail shoulders. This is the cause and effect."

"Let alone a true sect in a prefecture, or even the orthodox lineage of a state, even my young master of the Divine Weapon Altar, who is ranked among the top on the Young Dragon Stele, cannot bear such a title!"

"If Sword Mountain had come knocking on our door then, and we had fought them with our swords, lost our precious blades, destroyed our foundations, and ended up in a miserable state."

"It would be better to call me the Divine Weapon Altar and bring them together as one of the Ten Pillars. My lineage forges divine weapons and has connections throughout the thirty-six states of the Great Xuan, with ties to various schools and sects."

"If Daozi presents this sword, the Divine Weapon Altar will not only forge a titled treasure for you, but will also intervene to coordinate with the Jiangnan Sword Mountain, as long as the Sword Court does not revert to its former glory."

"It shouldn't be a big problem for the Heavenly Blade True Sect to dominate a prefecture."

When Wei Fengchun spoke, he did not confront Ji Xiu directly. Instead, he used both kindness and force, promising not only a titled treasure weapon of the same rank but also offering to mediate and ensure that the Heavenly Blade True Sect would be wiped out.

These words, when they reached Ji Xiu's ears, surprised him and stirred something within him.

The Wangquan Blade's rank has dropped; it's now only a third-grade Martial Saint weapon, barely reaching the threshold of the 'titled level'.

But it could cause such a major upheaval at the Divine Weapon Altar.
There must be some secret behind this knife that I don't know about.

Ensuring the stability of the lineage was Wang Xuanyang's long-cherished wish, and one wonders what he would think.
Ji Xiu was still pondering it in his heart.

Suddenly, a figure appeared from behind, striding swiftly and powerfully, descending abruptly carrying the true intent of a Martial Saint:

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

"Kid, you don't understand how the Divine Weapon Altar started out, but I do!"

"Stop giving me that nonsense. If the Blade Court hadn't collapsed back then, your old altar master would have spent his whole life as a craftsman supplying weapons to the Blade Court in the Changbai Mountains and the snowy mountains!"

"You've risen to prominence by consuming my Sword Court's legacy, and now you've forgotten your origins, comparing yourself to the Heavenly Pillar? Pshaw!"

"As for the North-South sword duel, the ancestral court of swordsmanship has never lost since the birth of Ancestor Zhou Chongyang three hundred years ago, through the era of Wang Quan Wu Mu, and then to Lao Tzu's generation."

"Countless titled divine swords of his Sword Mountain have been broken and melted down to form the blade of the Divine Blade of the Blade Court. What have we ever feared?" "We still need you to coordinate."

"What a joke!"

Wang Xuanyang, with his black hair flowing freely, was originally overjoyed to see Ji Xiu achieve both profound skill and obtain the divine sword.

When he was suddenly confronted with an unwelcome guest who not only injured his own disciple but also spoke with hostility and taunts, determined to take the 'Royal Power Blade', he was immediately enraged and launched into a tirade of insults!
The insults left Wei Fengchun pale and bewildered. He wanted to get angry, but looking at Wang Xuanyang, who was a Martial Saint, he felt a surge of anger that he couldn't vent.
This is completely unconventional!
He is a true disciple of the Heavenly Pillar. When he arrives at a prefecture, even a pseudo-Martial Saint or a Martial Saint who is in charge of the True Sect must treat him with respect out of respect for the Divine Weapon Altar.

Otherwise, if they offend the Divine Weapon Altar and cause their true lineage to end in the present generation, wouldn't that be terrible?
Wei Fengchun was still thinking to himself, and before he could even open his mouth, he saw Wang Xuanyang suddenly sneer:

"Kid, I know exactly what you're thinking."

"Are you thinking that I, a person of the esteemed Tianzhu lineage, am being disrespected by your Zhenzong sect and that I will be overthrown at any moment?"

"So you know that back then, before I was granted a title, and during the great upheaval in the Blade Court, I was relentlessly hunted down for sixty years by various forces that coveted me."

"Do you know why those families who chased me all the way haven't settled accounts with me?"

Wang Xuanyang smiled sinisterly:
"Because anyone who covets the Blade Court's inheritance and targets my Heavenly Blade lineage, anyone whose hands are stained with the Blade Court's blood, even if I can't defeat the older ones, I'll rob and kill them all!"

"Having killed one generation, they were filled with rage; having killed two generations, they were terrified. Now, I have achieved the pinnacle of my Reincarnation Heavenly Technique and have been granted a title."

"Are there a few fools who dare to mess with me?"

"Your Divine Weapon Altar may be powerful, but if you dare to lay a finger on one of my disciples, unless a top-tier expert can accurately catch me, otherwise..."

"Just wait and see how the generational gap develops!"

Wang Xuanyang unleashed the true intent of the Martial Saint, and on Jin'ao Island, it seemed as if a majestic heavenly blade, bound with chains and exuding an inexplicable ferocity, was rising with a clanging sound!
In an instant, Wei Fengchun was so shocked that he took several steps back, his pupils constricted, and he was speechless, as if he had never seen such a scene before.

"Perhaps it's because you haven't seen the successors of the Sword Court in the Divine Weapon Altar for too long, and you think that the hierarchical classification of the Heavenly Pillar, the Orthodox, the True Sect, the School, and the Dojo has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts and clearly distinguished."

"But this rule does not apply to us swordsmen."

"From the day I entered the Sword Sect, my master taught me a rule: if reasoning fails, take it from the sword. At worst, I'll risk my life. What's the harm in that?"

"You should be glad, kid. You didn't have any murderous intent just now, and you did have some discipline, so I'm sparing your life today so you can go back and report to the person behind you."

"The King's Power Blade has been the legitimate successor of our Blade Court since ancient times, and it is one of the thirty-six titled divine blades on the Blade Wall at the summit of a thousand-foot cliff!"

"This sword came from the west and even recognized my grand-disciple as its master. What does it have to do with your Divine Weapon Altar?"

"If he dares to defy public opinion and rob and plunder, others may not know, but I, Wang Xuanyang, will."

"We absolutely will not agree!"

Wei Fengchun's throat bobbed, unable to utter a single word. At this moment, Wang Xuanyang's martial arts essence pressed down on him in awe, making him feel as if he were facing the martial saints in the Divine Weapon Altar.
Nothing seems to compare!
He was unaware of the storms that had raged for sixty years.

At this moment, Wei Fengchun's back was soaked with sweat, and the servants and subordinates who followed him were staggering and almost crawling on the ground!

Therefore, Wei Fengchun dared not linger for a moment. He quickly bowed and hurriedly turned back to the divine warship, intending to escape!

He could sense it.
The middle-aged martial saint in front of him was not joking.

If I'm not smart enough and actually say something threatening, my head will probably roll on the ground in an instant!
How can this old man have no martial ethics? Doesn't he have any shame?

While others compete among the younger generation, with the older generation refusing to step down, he, with his martial saintly attainments, disregards the differences in sect affiliation and overwhelms the leader of the Wulou School!

You have absolutely no shame!

Wei Fengchun, who harbored resentment in his heart but dared not speak it aloud, took three steps in two and disappeared in an instant.

Meanwhile, Wang Quanqi on the side twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile:
"Old Martial Saint, this..."

Wang Xuanyang lightly flicked his sleeves, his voice booming like a sudden, deafening thunderclap:
"He said he didn't mention you?"

“When Master Wangquan followed Master Chongyang to the mountain gate, he abandoned the mortal world and had no further connection with the Wangquan family.”

"Even if his own father came to the door, he was still driven back by my ancestor, the Sword Court!"

"To be honest, the Divine Weapon Altar at least had a legitimate reason for its actions, having temporarily wielded the Royal Power Blade for my grand-disciple for a hundred years. So where does your Royal Power family get the audacity to try and compete for it?"

Bang!
After Wang Xuanyang finished speaking, he simply swept his sleeve and sent the royal artifact flying, knocking the bright yellow robe onto the Dragon Fang warship!
Then, not a long time had passed!

The two giant ships came in a hurry and left in a sorry state, running at full speed and disappearing in an instant!
Seeing the overwhelming aura emanating from his Grandmaster Xuan Yang, Ji Xiu was dumbfounded and speechless.

Just now, I was still somewhat wary of the Heavenly Blade True Sect because of its large family and business, but it turns out that my grandmaster wasn't afraid at all!

Are you threatening my disciple?

I'm barefoot and fearless; even if I die, I'll still bite off a big chunk of flesh!
No wonder our family has weathered so many storms, and only today, with our ancestor Xuan Yang becoming a Martial Saint and with the support of powerful figures like Longxiang, have we been able to establish ourselves firmly in our prefecture.
There's a reason.

But it has to be said.

Such protectiveness warmed Ji Xiu's heart, and just as he was about to say something...
Grandmaster Wang Xuanyang turned his head with a serious expression and stared at him:
"Good grand-disciple, you should quickly pack your things and leave to avoid trouble. The Divine Weapon Altar and the Wang family are not easy to deal with. They may not give up until they achieve their goal, and I'm worried."

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Longxiang, his eyes gleaming, strode over:
"Is the sword of your sect so important that it has caused these two top-tier forces to go to such lengths to fight?"

"But what's there to be afraid of? No matter what we say, it's just a matter of dealing with whatever comes our way. If we really leave, others will think we're guilty and will definitely chase after us relentlessly!"

“Young Master Ji’s name has not yet been recorded in the Great Mystic Register, and he hasn’t been appointed as a Mystic Official. If he doesn’t go to Beicang to take over the position, wouldn’t all his efforts over the past be in vain?”

"So what if they're giants?"

"Am I not one too!"

"If they truly possess unparalleled power and are shameless enough to seize it, then Lord Jiang of Qishan will be unable to rely on them."

Xu Longxiang's face was somber, as if he were struggling internally. After a moment, his gaze settled:
"Then it's not that I can't invite one!"

Ok?
Ji Xiu was shocked to hear what his Grandmaster Longxiang said.

Please bring one?
Who should we invite?

Could it be 'Zhenwu Mountain'?

But wasn't our grandmaster supposed to have no contact with Zhenwu Mountain until the day he died? Why would he have to pick up and bow down those relationships that hadn't been established for decades or even centuries because of his own affairs?
In an instant, Ji Xiu pursed his lips, feeling a heavy burden on his shoulders, but also an immense sense of peace in his heart.

"Two grandmasters, there's no need for this."

"We'll walk our own path, and let whoever tries to stop us."

"We've overcome countless difficulties and dangers, what are we afraid of now?"

Ji Xiu raised his eyebrows and looked towards the Eastern Canghai Sea, his eyes shining brightly:

"not to mention"

"Even though Grandmaster Longxiang has become a giant, he still needs to hold a 'funeral' for Master Ip Man Jiang, go to Beicang to inherit the orthodoxy, and demand an explanation from those who forced him to his death!"

"Being a grandson's apprentice."

"How could Ji Xiu not wear mourning clothes and white mourning attire, carry a coffin, and attend this grand banquet in Beicang, so that the entire state would submit?"

"If those powerful clans dare to come, we will suppress them squarely and honorably!"

"If my master is not afraid, what do I have to fear?"

"Hesitating and looking back will only cause you to lose your ambition in martial arts!" (End of Chapter)