Martial Saint: Starting with Accumulating Experience

Chapter 143 Light Cart

The headquarters of the Grand Canal Gang.

Inside a black stone cave specifically used for cultivation, the air is filled with the scent of calming incense, which helps one concentrate, calm the mind, and make progress in enlightenment.

Its price is considerable, even more so than that of gold.

On the futon in the center of the cave, a young man dressed in brocade robes slowly opened his eyes.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

His restrained yet powerful aura suddenly unfolded, rippling out an invisible wave of energy.

This person was Wei Ming.

A few days ago, he successfully entered the Enlightenment Realm. After several days of cultivation, he finally stabilized his realm.

"Hahaha! Not even thirty, and I've already reached the Awakening Realm! Who else can compare to me!" Wei Ming laughed wildly, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

With such a level of skill, coupled with the many secret techniques he has mastered, he is capable of fighting even against some veteran experts at the Enlightenment Realm.

With no Grandmasters emerging from Jiangzhou, Great Martial Masters already represent the pinnacle of existence. Now, he's just one step away from the true summit.

The chief leader of the Grand Canal Gang.

"Once I'm in that position, Jiangzhou will be under my control!"

Wei Ming slowly stood up, raised his hand to lightly brush his robe, his expression carrying a hint of contempt.

"The old man is finally willing to give up his position, but my poor old man didn't even have a chance to compete for it."

Wei Ming's father, Wei Cang's son, should have been the young leader of the Cao Gang.

Unfortunately, he was not strong enough. Due to years of fighting and combat in martial arts, he suffered from many hidden injuries. After the age of sixty, his injuries suddenly flared up and he died.

In Wei Ming's eyes, his father was just so-so, having wasted decades in the Enlightenment Realm and never becoming a Grandmaster.

"Jiangzhou can't produce a grandmaster? I don't believe it. Everyone knows that these are the words of the sect leader, but no one knows there's a next sentence."

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Wei Ming recalled a scene from his childhood when his grandfather took him to a Taoist temple to observe a ceremony.

On the verdant cliffs of the immortal mountain, jade steps led to the Daoist disciples, their robes fluttering, their expressions solemn.

On the high platform, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood and the clear sound of bells.

The former head of the Dao Sect, who predicted sixty years ago that "the fate of Jiangzhou martial arts has ended," once again stepped forward to speak on behalf of the Dao Sect.

Wei Ming will never forget that deep, resonant voice that echoed throughout the entire mountain:

If another grandmaster can emerge, Jiangzhou can restore its martial arts fortune, rewrite its landscape, and reopen the path to becoming a grandmaster.

At that time, he resolved to become the one who would rewrite the landscape of Jiangzhou.

"Before that—ha, Chen Lang, it's a pity you stood in my way to becoming the Grand Master. You can only blame your bad luck."

Wei Ming sneered and walked out of the cave.

Outside the cave, a group of trusted subordinates had been waiting for a long time, and they all bowed their heads.

The head steward stepped forward, his tone full of respect and obsequiousness: "Congratulations, Young Master, on your completion of seclusion! You have achieved the status of a Grand Martial Master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of his subordinates shouted in unison, "Congratulations on the young master's emergence from seclusion!"

On the wilderness.

A light carriage moved forward at a leisurely pace.

The wheels rolled over the smooth official road, making a continuous rumbling sound and raising dust, while the horses' hooves pounded the ground with a light, clattering sound.

The car body swayed gently as it moved.

Chen Feng sat at the front of the carriage, with Wen Nian beside him, holding the reins and driving.

There weren't many things in the car, just items the two of them wanted to take back to Pingcheng, so they moved quickly.

They walked dozens of miles in just one morning.

Outside the area of ​​Feiyu Ferry, the area is sparsely populated and quiet, with only birds flying through the forest.

If you're going back to Pingcheng, taking a boat is the fastest way, but unfortunately, the conflict between the two sides is intense, and there will definitely be strict checks at the border.

Dealing with all those messy things later will only waste more time.

So the two decided to take a horse-drawn carriage into the territory of the Grand Canal Gang first, and then find an opportunity to take a boat back to Pingcheng later.

"Boss, we're here really fast. It's only been a morning. It's so convenient with fewer people." Wen Nian chuckled.

He was just a martial artist at the Bone Forging Realm.

They had never tried traveling long distances by land before. In the past, if they had traveled by carriage, they would have asked for the help of bodyguards or hired several guards to avoid becoming targets of bandits or outlaws.

It's safer when there are many people around.

But now, with a Grand Martial Arts Master by my side, I feel incredibly safe.

Wen Nian even had some expectations, hoping that some foolish bandits would actually appear, so that he could see the scene of the Enlightenment Realm cultivators slaughtering everyone.

"How long will it take to get to Pingcheng?" Chen Feng asked casually.

Wen Nian reached into his pocket and pulled out a map. After quickly glancing at it, he silently estimated the distance in his mind and then replied, "If we continue at this pace, we can enter the next town tomorrow. Two days later, we can transfer to a boat in the second town. Finally, it will take three more days to travel by water to reach Pingcheng."

Chen Feng nodded slightly.

That's already quite fast.

In seven days, he returned to Pingcheng from Feiyu Ferry. This speed was more than twice as fast as when he traveled from Pingcheng to Yongning Bay with the caravan.

"Boss, when did you leave Pingcheng?" Wen Nian asked. "Someone like you should be quite famous in the city, but I don't remember you at all. That's strange."

Chen Feng glanced at him. When Wen Nian left Pingcheng to join the Canglang Gang, he hadn't even transmigrated yet, so it would be strange if he had heard of any reputation.

The original owner was still licking Lin Jingshu at that time.

Chen Feng gazed at the scenery rushing past beside the car and slowly said, "I accidentally got into trouble with the Canal Gang this year, which is why I came out."

Wen Nian was taken aback, somewhat surprised.

"This year? I did hear that the Cao Gang has been very strict with Pingcheng this year. They even sent an additional branch leader and several general leaders to Pingcheng before, apparently because someone killed a martial arts master from the Li family."

"I knew it! Why would they make such a big fuss over a mere martial arts master? It was all a smokescreen; they were secretly targeting you, boss."

"————" Chen Feng remained silent.

Wen Nian's analysis was completely flawed in its process, but the conclusion was correct.

"It seems you know a lot about the situation in Pingcheng," Chen Feng said.

Wen Nian waved his hand and said, "It's been too long since I've been back. I always like to ask around about my hometown. This year I heard that the Cao Gang sent a leader to Pingcheng. I thought I would never be able to go back."

Chen Feng also knew that the leader sent by the Canal Gang only stayed in Pingcheng for a month.

Wen Nian continued, "In a poor and remote place like Pingcheng, we can't even gather a few Qi Gathering Pills. What great martial arts master would be willing to stay in such a place for a long time? Only Master Zhou from the Longxing Martial Arts School—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Feng's ears twitched slightly, and he raised his hand to condense a stream of true energy.

Using his inner energy, he scooped up a handful of pebbles from the gravel beside the official road, took one out, placed it on his fingertip, and aimed it ahead.

Wait for the carriage to approach.

Swish!

Chen Feng flicked his finger, and the pebble shot out like a bullet, disappearing into a bush on the right front of the carriage.

Before Wen Nian could react...

Pfft!

A body dressed in gray cloth and wearing a dark headscarf was pulled out of the bushes.

The pebble pierced his skull in an instant; before he could react, he was dead. His face still bore the marks of death.

A sinister smile.

"Mountain bandits!" Wen Nian exclaimed in surprise.