Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 121 I hope my teacher will take heart and accept the inevitable.

At dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

At the main entrance of Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, a group of teachers from the Internal Organs Realm stood quietly waiting.

"Why did the headmaster and the others return so late this time?"

One teacher asked, "I remember the last time the Haotian Secret Realm opened, it only lasted about ten days before I led my disciples back. How come it's been two months this time?"

Another teacher nodded and said, "That's right. I remember the last time it opened was also very quick. This time it's taking too long. Could it be that something happened in the Haotian Secret Realm?"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of all the teachers changed slightly.

Those who achieve the state of internal organs have all experienced trials and tribulations and are knowledgeable.

They were well aware of the importance of the Haotian Secret Realm to the Huntian Sect, and some of them even achieved their breakthroughs last time by relying on the Sun Flame Fruit in the Haotian Secret Realm.

The fact that Headmaster Feng and the others had not returned for so long was not without suspicion, but it was a different matter to say it out loud.

Dressed in a blue robe and exuding an air of elegance, Liu Qing frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Gentlemen, please watch your words!"

"Once the headmaster returns, everything will be settled freely. Do not make any rash statements here that could sway people's hearts."

"Senior Brother Liu is right. The Haotian Secret Realm is of great importance, and we must not make any unfounded speculations."

Wu Feng nodded in agreement, saying, "Besides, with two Martial Saints, Han Jian Martial Saint and the Sect Master, overseeing things on the sect's side, nothing can cause any major upheaval."

Upon hearing that there were two martial saints, everyone's astonishment and doubt immediately subsided.

Indeed, with the Martial Saint around, even the biggest problems are nothing.

Of the eighteen states of the Great Yan, there are countless forces and sects of all sizes. Only the five founding forces and the Great Yan royal family possess the power of a Martial Saint.

Not to mention that they have two Martial Saints in charge, which is the only two among the six major forces.

Although the Haotian Secret Realm is important, it is still insignificant compared to the Martial Saint.

The former can only accelerate the birth of strong individuals, while the latter can truly protect a sect for hundreds of years.

The Martial Saint is the pillar of a power and a nation!

"They've arrived!"

Liu Qing suddenly spoke up.

As soon as he finished speaking, the other teachers at the Visceral Realm also sensed the commotion. However, the speed at which they sensed it also revealed the difference in their cultivation levels.

The sound of horses' hooves could be heard, and soon a large cavalry caravan appeared ahead.

Dozens of black-scaled horses galloped over, and in the blink of an eye, they were right in front of us.

However, when the caravan stopped, most of the teachers, upon seeing the number of returning people, had a change of expression.

There were only twelve knights on the horse, two of whom were Headmaster Feng and Wang He, meaning that only ten disciples returned.

When they went, there were a total of twenty-eight disciples!

These twenty-eight people comprised the strongest and most promising disciples in the entire Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy, representing the essence of the academy over the past decade.

As a result, more than half of them did not return.

Suddenly, a teacher rushed forward, grabbed a knight's empty sleeve, and exclaimed, "Senru, Senru, your—where's your hand?"

Everyone looked closely and saw that the knight looked to be only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but he was Zhao Xianliu, who was ranked seventh among the true disciples.

He lost an arm?

Everyone was startled; for a martial artist, the importance of an arm was self-evident.

"Teacher, don't be sad."

The seventh disciple, with a carefree smile on his face, said nonchalantly, "It's just an arm, nothing to worry about. At least I made it out of the Haotian Secret Realm safely, while many of my fellow disciples are buried there. I'm much better off than them."

"You silly child, I told you not to be so stubborn. Now look what's happened. What good daughter would want you?" The teacher's face was full of sorrow.

For a master of the Visceral Realm, cultivating an outstanding disciple often involves a great deal of effort and resources. The time spent together day and night, providing guidance and support, is often deeper than the bond between a master and their own children. After all, few of their children can match their achievements, and many of their children will even die before them at the age of a master of the Visceral Realm.

Therefore, they truly cherish and nurture outstanding disciples as if they were their own children.

Just like Liu Qing, who casually gave Mo Zheng a top-quality weapon.

However, at this moment, Liu Qing was also very flustered, because he could not find Mo Zheng among the ten disciples who returned.

He wasn't the only one; many teachers in the Visceral Realm had solemn expressions, as none of their disciples had returned.

"Alright, stop crying and whining, is that how a teacher behaves?"

Headmaster Feng scolded, "Didn't Zhao Xianliu return? Look how many haven't come back!"

"And you lot, stop with those long faces, what kind of look is that? Aren't all martial artists like this? They either die fighting monsters or in secret realms. Our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall has actually sent back quite a few disciples this time!"

"Stop crowding around, disperse!"

Headmaster Feng was highly respected in the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. Firstly, he was incredibly strong, almost invincible in the Visceral Realm. Secondly, he was fair and just, and his disciples and teachers all respected him.

After he finished speaking, although the teachers were grieving the loss of their beloved students, they all obediently walked towards the martial arts hall.

Liu Qing followed the crowd inside, but he felt extremely uneasy.

However, he had only taken a few steps when Zhou Xian caught up from behind and whispered, "Teacher, please stop. The headmaster has something to say to you."

Liu Qing turned around abruptly to look at his beloved disciple. Seeing that he was unharmed, he felt somewhat relieved and asked anxiously, "Why did you come back alone? Where is your junior brother?"

"My junior brother—"

Zhou Xian hesitated, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Liu Qing frowned, asking incredulously, "Could it be that your junior brother also failed to pass the Haotian Secret Realm? How is that possible?"

"This disciple is also unclear about this matter. It will be up to the headmaster to explain it to you personally later. I only hope that you will take care of yourself and accept this loss, teacher," Zhou Xian replied.

Upon hearing this, Liu Qing's heart sank instantly; Mo Zheng had indeed not left the secret realm!

He stood there motionless, like a puppet, quietly standing there.

After a long while, he walked expressionlessly toward where Headmaster Feng was, his steps suddenly becoming very heavy.

Mo Zheng was the disciple on whom he placed the most hope. He was extremely satisfied with Mo Zheng's talent, comprehension, temperament, and character; otherwise, he would not have gifted him a top-grade weapon.

But, he died just like that?

Did he really die in the Haotian Secret Realm?

Zhou Xian watched his teacher's retreating figure, let out a barely perceptible sigh, and then slowly followed after him.

"Junior Brother Liu."

Feng Shanzhang looked at Liu Qing and said in a deep voice, "Please accept my condolences. That little guy, Mo Zheng, didn't make it out of there this time."

"I guessed it when you asked Zhou Xian to call me."

Liu Qing remained calm and said, "However, I find it strange. With Zheng'er's strength, he shouldn't be unable to break through. Headmaster, are you aware of the situation?"

"I also find it strange. However, we have been waiting for him on Mount Huntian for two whole months, but unfortunately, he still hasn't shown up. You know, since the discovery of the Haotian Secret Realm, the longest any disciple has stayed there has not exceeded half a month, so we can basically conclude that Mo Zheng is dead."

The headmaster explained, "But Fang Yang met him once in the secret realm."

"Fang Yang?"

Liu Qing's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "I didn't see him among the disciples who just returned."

"He hasn't returned," said Master Feng. "He passed the second trial using a secret technique to unleash his potential, gaining the opportunity to break through to the Martial Saint realm. In the past two months, he has already grasped the essence of martial arts. Now, the Cold Sword Martial Saint has kept him in the sect for arduous cultivation, and he will probably reach the Visceral Realm soon."

"This little guy has received the greatest opportunity among all the disciples this time."

Fang Yang has made it to the third level?!

Liu Qing's pupils shrank involuntarily.

Given his status, he naturally knew about the difficulty of the Haotian Secret Realm. In the past few hundred years, only the Cold Sword Martial Saint had managed to pass through it. Unexpectedly, Fang Yang was also able to pass through it!

"In short, apart from Mo Zheng not being able to come out, our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall performed quite well in this Haotian Secret Realm, especially Fang Yang, who has a great chance of becoming a Martial Saint in the future."

Headmaster Feng comforted him, "I remember Mo Zheng still has family members living in Liangzhou City. Go visit them when you have time. It's certainly heartbreaking to see your deceased disciple, but don't think too much about it. Every martial artist has to die sooner or later."

Although Headmaster Feng was also heartbroken by Mo Zheng's departure, he had come to terms with it during the two months he spent on the mountain.

These martial artists at the Visceral Realm have all survived beast tides and fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so they take life and death much less seriously than ordinary people.

Moreover, every time the Haotian Secret Realm opens, a large number of disciples die, and Headmaster Feng was already mentally prepared for this.

"I understand, Headmaster," Liu Qing replied expressionlessly.

Headmaster Feng stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, said nothing more, and strode away into the distance.

Liu Qing stood still, motionless, his gaze seemingly lost in thought.

After a long silence, he finally spoke and instructed, "Xian'er, go to my courtyard later and get fifty thousand taels of silver notes. Take them and give them to Mo Zheng's family. Visit them often when you have time. If you encounter any trouble that you can't resolve, feel free to tell me."

"Yes, teacher."

Zhou Xian nodded, then asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going to take a look yourself?"

Among Liu Qingshou's disciples, there were those who died unexpectedly. Unless they were extremely wicked, he would personally visit them and take care of their families.

But this time, he was sent instead, so it's no wonder Zhou Xian was puzzled.

"I want to see Fang Yang."

Liu Qing gazed into the distance and said, "I have a feeling that your junior brother won't die in the Haotian Secret Realm."

The news spread quickly. With the return of Zhou Xian and the other ten disciples, the entire martial arts hall knew about their adventure in the Haotian Secret Realm in less than a day.

Of the twenty-eight disciples who went, ten returned, four of whom were still disabled.

Mo Zheng, the peerless genius who comprehended the essence of martial arts, was surprisingly not among these people. It is said that he also died in the Haotian Secret Realm.

On the contrary, Fang Yang, the number one disciple, obtained the opportunity to reach the level of a Martial Saint inside and has already comprehended the martial arts realm. He is currently cultivating diligently on Mount Huntian and should soon become a great master of the Visceral Realm.

"Hahaha, that's great, that's great!"

Upon hearing the news, You Chendong disregarded the people around him and burst into laughter, feeling incredibly relieved. It was as if a heavy weight that had been weighing on his heart for many years had instantly vanished, bringing him indescribable joy and comfort.

"That was truly satisfying! That guy surnamed Mo, relying on his superior talent, was always so arrogant, never even glancing at us. Good riddance!"

Sword Madman He Kuang also laughed triumphantly. He had once devised a plan to deal with Mo Zheng, but unfortunately he underestimated Mo Zheng's strength and was easily defeated, which made him extremely unhappy.

"Come on, come on, let's go! Tonight at Rizhao Tower, it's my treat to celebrate that guy surnamed Mo—cough cough cough—"

You Chendong was halfway through his sentence when he noticed a teacher at the Visceral Realm walking over. He immediately changed his words, saying, "Congratulations to Senior Brother Fang Yang on comprehending the martial arts realm."

"Yes, double happiness! We're drinking until we drop today!"

He Kuang also said happily.

Not only were these two happy, but many disciples in the martial arts hall were also gloating over Mo Zheng's death.

It wasn't because of any grudges; in fact, many of them were complete strangers to Mo Zheng. It was simply because they were jealous of Mo Zheng's talent.

Of course, many people were also saddened.

For example, Zhao Tong, Wang Yuan, and Xiang Zhen, the eldest daughter of the Xiang family.

Under the moonlight, Xiang Zhen stood in the center of the courtyard, her exquisite and charming face tinged with sadness.

Although she approached Mo Zheng for the sake of the future and for self-preservation, what young woman could be completely without feelings for such a talented martial arts genius?

Not to mention, that night she made a great decision to spend the night with him, and although she did not succeed, it became known to everyone in the martial arts hall.

Gazing at the bright moon in the sky, she murmured, "Junior Brother Mo, I only hope that you will be blessed by heaven and emerge from that secret realm of Haotian."

Early morning in Liangzhou City.

A voluptuous and beautiful woman lazily got out of bed, washed up briefly, and then opened the door to another room, calling out, "Qiu'er, get up! If you don't get up, you'll be late and get a beating from the teacher."

Upon hearing this, the child on the bed immediately sat up, yawning as he frantically searched for his clothes.

Wang Yumei watched with a smile. Since Mo Qiu started going to school a few days ago, he has become much more sensible and can take care of many things on his own, which makes her very gratified.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

"Who is it, so early in the morning?"

Wang Yumei asked a question and walked towards the door.

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She wasn't very wary, but the family compound of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Academy was quite safe. A few days ago, several thugs tried to take advantage of her, but they were all subdued and severely punished by the martial artists of the academy.

"Who are you?"

Wang Yumei looked at the three people in front of her strangely; they were one man and two women.

The man was a young man in his twenties who looked vaguely familiar. Behind him were two women dressed in tight-fitting clothes and carrying long swords, looking very heroic and dashing.

"Hello, Madam Mo. I am Zhou Xian, Mo Zheng's senior brother. We met once when I welcomed Junior Brother Mo to the Martial Arts Hall in Shangyin County." Zhou Xian introduced himself.

"Oh, it's Xiao Zheng's senior brother. I remember you."

The scene from Shangyin County immediately flashed through Wang Yumei's mind, and she hurriedly said, "Come in and sit down."

Zhou Xian led the two women in.

"I've come today to inform you, Madam, of something."

Zhou Xian looked grief-stricken and said, "Junior Brother Mo, Junior Brother Mo is gone."

Wang Yumei trembled all over, as if struck by lightning.

"What—what did you say?" she asked incredulously.

"Junior Brother Mo is gone," Zhou Xian said sadly.

Wang Yumei opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but before she could say anything, she fainted. She simply couldn't bear such a blow.

"Mother——Mother————"

Mo Qiu called out to Wang Yumei repeatedly, his face filled with panic.

Seeing this, Zhou Xian felt even more distressed, as he couldn't bear to see such a situation involving an orphan and a widow.

He raised his hand, and a woman in tight-fitting clothes immediately stepped forward, stimulating acupoints to stimulate blood and qi, thus waking Wang Yumei.

Wang Yumei's face turned deathly pale as she looked at Zhou Xian and asked, "Sir, what you just said, is it all true? Is Xiao Zheng really gone?"

Zhou Xian pursed his lips, took out the silver notes, placed them on the table, and said, "This is 70,000 taels of silver notes, a small token of our appreciation from my teacher. These two are the head镖师 (bodyguards/escorts) of Changfeng镖局 (escort agency), whom I hired to protect my wife. If they encounter any difficulties, please feel free to have them come to me."

Wang Yumei wasn't stupid; upon hearing these words, she immediately realized that Mo Zheng was truly gone.

Immediately, tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to weep silently.