Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 144 The Angel of Death, Golden Mountain Under the Sun

Inside the restaurant,

The heroes who got to enjoy a free feast were naturally generous with their praise.

They all praised the Third Prince's benevolence and righteousness, and then ordered several large plates of meat dishes and drinks.

Unconcerned about this, Su Honglang turned to the private room and politely looked at the Sword Pavilion Nascent Soul cultivator, who was discussing matters of love and romance in a refined and courteous manner.

Both sides seemed to be enjoying themselves for the time being.

Meanwhile, the roughnecks and cultivators downstairs, after a few drinks, inevitably began discussing the recent "Eastern and Western Continents' Number One Martial Arts Tournament" in the capital.

A martial arts instructor speaking with an accent from the vicinity of Zigong, spitting as he spoke to the other martial arts instructors at the table:

"Speaking of righteousness, you know what? There really is a righteous person among them!"

Do you know Li Xijun, the man whose "fist shook Tianjin and whose benevolence moved heaven and earth"?

"I've heard that he's now known as the world's number one martial artist!"

This made a skinny, dirty-looking martial arts master who had just arrived in Sichuan roll his eyes at the table.

"Isn't that obvious? I've traveled all over the country, just came from the northern border, how could I not know Li Wusheng?"

"Back when Li Wusheng of the Eastern and Western Continents' Number One Martial Arts Tournament killed three Western dogs, I was in the capital."

"Later, when the news spread that Li Wusheng had killed the God of War, I heard it all clearly on Yuqian Street, and I even picked up a lot of silver coins that nobles upstairs had thrown away."

"You didn't see it. The whole capital was in a frenzy. The powerful and wealthy were throwing money around like it was nothing. The whole city was lavishly feasting for three days and three nights."

When this was mentioned, countless heroes around them pricked up their ears and looked over curiously.

This made the man even more arrogant and haughty.

This prompted the man at the next table to stand up and offer a toast, asking curiously:

"So, does that mean Li Wusheng is truly the best in the world?"

"Of course!"

The person who was toasted spoke animatedly and became very agitated when the topic came up:

"Do you even know what kind of strength that Western Continent foreign god-child has? Sequence 3! And a Sequence 3 with divine favor at that! I heard he's even grown bird-like wings and become half an angel!"

Upon hearing this, the entire first floor fell silent.

If we talk about other metaphors, many people don't really understand them.

But when it comes to how powerful angels are, everyone in the entire Sichuan region knows about them!

Just the day before yesterday, the abbot of Tashilhunpo Monastery in the Western Regions manifested a divine phenomenon.

It was Sequence 1 of the Night Sequence, the Angel of Death, combined with Sequence 2 of the Libra Goddess Church.

Under the watchful eyes of many monks and merchants from the Western Regions, in the Great Snow Mountain,

He was killed in just nine breaths.

And that War God Child, who possesses angelic wings and has become half an angel, is probably even stronger than the Fist Intent Martial Saint.

Yet this very divine son was easily killed by Li Xijun!

This made the many men, who had already drunk quite a bit of alcohol, even more interested, and they couldn't help but ask the thin martial arts master a question.

"So, Li Wusheng is truly the best in the world?"

"Is that even possible?"

"So, Li Wusheng broke through on the spot, achieving the status of a Nascent Soul True Person through the Refinement of Spirit?"

"His Majesty therefore rewarded the three armies, and all the civil and military officials offered their congratulations, which were more genuine than real gold!"

Suddenly, all the talking stopped, and the restaurant fell into an eerie silence.

A moment later,

The man with the Zigong accent muttered, "Damn it, I was just bragging, and someone stole it."

This remark, which broke the quiet atmosphere, immediately drew laughter from the entire room.

In an instant, another lively scene of people eating meat and drinking alcohol filled the air.

Inside the private room

"Haha, that's why my master stayed in Sichuan and Chongqing back then. He said the local customs and culture here are the most comfortable."

Lang Yeyu, the current leader of the Sword Pavilion and a Nascent Soul cultivator who was clearly listening to the sounds of the entire restaurant with his spiritual power, laughed heartily at the table without any attempt to hide his true nature.

"Hehe, my brothers and I were just as amazed as everyone downstairs when we heard about this. Our Great Sheng has produced a talent that is unparalleled throughout history."

The third prince also raised his cup and drank, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes.

"If only we could have such a person to assist us."

"Such a person would probably not submit to anyone."

Lang Yeyu shook his head to interrupt, showing no respect whatsoever to the other party.

"Your Highness, as the saying goes, since you're here, make the best of it. Sichuan and Chongqing are peaceful and comfortable. Rather than forcing things to go wrong, you should just relax and let your mind settle down."

Clearly, this was his response to the other party's attempts to win him over during this period.

"Brother Lang, the Out-of-Body True Man desires to become the Manifested Saint True Lord, expending the strength of countless lives and the offerings of faith. Does he truly have no will to fight for it?"

The third prince, still somewhat unwilling to give up, pressed on with more questions.

Although the other party has considerable influence in Sichuan, if they want to become a Manifest Saint True Lord, they either need to accumulate the support of the three major sects behind them, or they can only cooperate with the imperial court to obtain the power of the common people.

If he succeeds, the other party will surely achieve sainthood. Does Lang Yeyu really not feel any attraction at all?

To this, the Nascent Soul Realm sword cultivator shook his head.

"I've heard that the Celestial Dragons' royal bloodline is incredibly powerful. After the two princes came of age, one of them possessed a powerful soul, able to use words to control the wind and rain, while the other had a formidable physique that could overpower even a Blood-Changing Martial Saint."

"With such favorable conditions, have the two princes ever wished to go further, to rival the Manifestation Saint, and to surpass the Martial Saint of Fist Intent?"

"Then why can't we do it now?"

Lang Yeyu leisurely picked up the wine pot, poured himself a drink, and began to drink.

"Naturally, the bloodline has reached this point; there's no further room for advancement."

"And so am I."

"I am not a genius like Li Xijun. It is already a stroke of luck that I was able to achieve the Astral Projection."

"I have no intention of manifesting divine power now, I only wish to be like I am today, residing in a tavern, observing all things in the world as if they were lines on the palm of my hand, carefree and at ease, with no one able to escape the sweep of my divine soul."

As he spoke, coupled with his nonchalant and otherworldly demeanor, he truly seemed like a celestial being.

until

"Bang!"

The sound of the door next door being pushed open could be heard.

"Waiter, no need to look anymore, your medicinal cuisine is quite good."

A young man's voice rang out. After throwing down a piece of silver, he walked a few steps past their private room and went down to the first floor.

This caused Lang Yeyu's previously relaxed expression to turn pale with fear in an instant.

That person was only separated from him by a wall; if he had harbored even the slightest ill intent, he would be dead by now.

The Third Prince was even more dismayed. He immediately got up in a panic and couldn't help but push open the door to see who could ignore his powerful divine soul perception as a Heavenly Dragon and hear his words.

For a moment, all three of them looked down at the first floor.

On the first floor, a ragged young man was seen.

He looked travel-worn, having walked the entire way, his clothes were tattered, and his shoes were almost worn out.

Only his skin, which shimmered like white jade, revealed his extraordinary nature.

"Shopkeeper, I'll treat that table tonight. Bring them two more jars of good wine, so they can have a good time."

The young man smiled and pointed to the table with the man who spoke with a Zigong accent and the slender martial arts master.

This immediately attracted the attention of many people in the lobby.

This wasn't because someone was treating, but because no one expected that someone would dare to compete with the Third Prince for the honor of hosting a dinner.

The man with the Zigong accent at the table who heard this was sitting with his cheeks full of braised beef, and he looked up in bewilderment.

He felt that the ragged but distinguished-looking boy looked somewhat familiar.

But the thin martial artist was startled, his expression barely concealed, and he almost blurted out:

"The greatest warrior under heaven, Li Wusheng!"

"What?" The man with the Zigong accent and the other burly men at the table were instantly dumbfounded.

But when they looked closely, all that was left on the counter of the restaurant owner was a single silver ingot.

The third prince upstairs plopped back down on his stool.

Lang Yeyu was stunned for a moment, then poured himself another cup of wine, drank it all in one gulp, and laughed:

"Looks like my choice was indeed very wise after all."

"If I were to go out and compete with you for the throne, who knows, one day I might encounter a true genius of the Divine Refinement Realm, a person with the potential to become a True Monarch, and be crushed with a flick of my wrist."

"People should have self-awareness; being content with what one has is enough."

Li Xijun, who had already left the city, departed from Jian Ge.

He was walking through the forest, heading towards the distant mountain.

However, as we approached the border between Sichuan and Tibet, the weather became unpredictable.

Rain and snow came mixed together, and the cold air and moisture, like a waterfall from the sky, irrigated this vibrant place.

Many caravan members who wanted to enter Tibet had already hurriedly sought shelter from the rain, or hired highly paid cultivators in the Refinement of Spirit and Meditation to set up a tarpaulin to cover the caravan.

Li Xijun, who was also walking here, neither dodged nor avoided the rain and snow falling and soaking herself, accepting it all calmly.

It's like the tranquil attitude described in the ancient poem, "Let life unfold as it may, draped in a straw raincoat amidst the misty rain."

This puzzled many of the passing caravan members, including martial artists and cultivators, who wondered what this person was doing.

Li Xijun didn't care about any of that. He continued to walk step by step, treading on the muddy ground made by the rain and snow, towards the distant snow-capped mountains.

For three consecutive days,

The caravans along the way all saw a strange man.

With utter composure,

We walked step by step toward the snow-capped mountain at the border.

It gets dark and then light again, light and then dark again.

Until the early morning when the darkness of night gradually dissipated once again,

The boy who reached the summit of the snow-capped mountain looked up and saw the legendary sight of the sun shining on the golden mountain:

The sun leaped powerfully above the horizon, its golden rays, now unhindered, swept across the entire mountain range like a burst dam.

The continuous snow-capped peaks were all draped in golden armor, and the biting cold was instantly driven back by the pure light and heat.

The entire mountain range seemed to have transformed from a sleeping behemoth into a golden torch burning brightly between heaven and earth.

The light was so magnificent, so solemn.

It almost burns the eyes of those who gaze upon it, yet it also evokes an indescribable sense of emotion.

At that moment, Li Xijun suddenly understood the meaning of Dugu Bo's words about measuring the human world step by step.

At this moment, he

All the impatience and uncertainty that had accompanied his rapid improvement in martial arts over the years had vanished.

From the deepest part of one's body to the deepest part of one's spirit

A sense of perfect naturalness, which cannot be expressed in words, naturally arises.

(End of this chapter)