Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Chapter 553: True Martial Ambition
"T-Teacher?"

A strong wind was blowing over Banqiao City.

But it still couldn't cover up the old man's low and respectful voice.

Behind.

The Martial Saint looked at the old man in disbelief, and couldn't help but look at the man in green robe opposite him.

There was a hint of bewilderment in the astonishment.

I almost couldn't believe my ears.

"teacher?!"

"Martial Ancestor actually has a teacher... Why have I never heard of it? I have never heard Martial Ancestor mention it?"

"What is the identity of this person?"

However, looking at the old man's lowered back.

Even if he was unwilling to believe it, he had to believe it.

But I was still shocked in my heart.

Ever since the rise of the Martial Ancestor, there have been true warriors who have been curious about where the Martial Ancestor had realized the "True Martial Way" that was unprecedented and would probably never be surpassed in the future.

They once thought that our ancestor was gifted with extraordinary talent, and that he gained enlightenment through the influence of the immortals in Daoshengzhou, and that it was destiny, so they all believed in him and worshipped him as a god.

But now it seems that this may not be the case. Wu Zu actually has a teacher who has never been made public.

The Martial Saint immediately thought of what the man in green robe had just said, and at that moment he finally understood.

"It turns out that he didn't kill me all this time because of Wu Zu."

"In that case, could it be that Wu Zu learned the True Martial Scripture from this person? But he is clearly a cultivator..."

As for the man in green robe, he was most likely his great-grandmaster, but he omitted him intentionally or unintentionally.

He was unruly throughout his life. Apart from the Martial Ancestor who taught him the "Zhenwu Sutra", whom he respected, he looked down upon everyone else.

Even if the green-robed man in front of him was really the teacher of Martial Ancestor, he might not necessarily accept it.

He was confident that if he had the same lifespan as the other person, his achievements would definitely be far superior to his!

"Wait, Wu Zu's teacher is a cultivator, so that means..."

The Martial Saint's eyes flickered quietly as he looked at the old man's back, and he seemed to have thought of something vaguely.

Not to mention the shock and complexity in Wu Sheng's heart at this moment.

Chi Jian and Lu Yu, who were closest to the place, both widened their eyes.

Lu Yu was shocked that the ancestor of Zhenwu, who was in charge of Fenglinzhou and Huangjizhou, actually had such a master-disciple relationship with the deputy sect leader of the sect. He had never heard of it before.

Chi Jian was stunned for a while, and couldn't help turning his head to ask Lu Yu:

"I was really imprisoned in the imperial capital for only a hundred years?"

Lu Yu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head.

He is not Yang Que, so how can he know exactly when the other party was imprisoned.

Chi Jian was even more confused:

"This shouldn't be the case. It's only been over a hundred years... The young prince was only at the Golden Core Perfection stage back then, how come even his disciples and grandchildren have already reached the fifth stage now?"

Even top cultivators like Wu Sheng, Chi Jian, and Lu Yu were shocked.

The cultivators in the entire Banqiao City, the fourth-level True Warriors around them, and even the armies of True Warriors further away, were all looking at each other in bewilderment, their heads buzzing with confusion.

Facing the shocked looks from everyone, the two people involved looked calm.

Wang Ba, whose whereabouts were exposed by the old man, looked at the old man and spoke slowly, with a hint of emotion in his voice:
"It's been over a hundred years since we last met. You've grown a lot since last time."

The words fell.

The mist around him suddenly dissipated quietly, revealing an ordinary yet mysterious face of a young man.

He looked at the old man opposite him.

Compared with the last time they met, the old man's clothes were still simple and a little sloppy. But even if he tried his best to suppress it, the momentum and charm on his body still made Wang Ba feel a sense of returning to nature and perfection.

Wang Ba had only seen this kind of feeling in the sect's veteran seniors who were in the middle and late stages of the Spirit Transformation Realm. It was a feeling of taking a path to near perfection.

A hint of complexity flashed across Wang Ba's eyes.

The image of the brave young man who knelt down in front of the refugees and begged for help for his mother flashed through his mind subconsciously.

Who could have thought that a little refugee in the past would transform himself into the ancestor of Zhenwu who founded the Zhenwu way and could even influence the situation of an entire continent more than two hundred years later.

And seeing Wang Ba finally reveal his familiar true face, just like before.

A trace of nostalgia and complexity flashed across the old man's eyes.

He bowed his head slightly and saluted respectfully towards Wang Ba:
"Disciple Wang Xu, I pay my respects to my Master."

Wang Ba shook his head slightly, with a hint of alienation in his tone:
"I've already said it last time. I only taught you the simplest introductory things. I can't be considered a mentor. You don't have to call me that."

The old man's voice stagnated slightly, then returned to normal, and he shook his head and said:

"There were so many cultivators that day, but only my master didn't mind my mortal body, nor did he care about my little tricks. He taught me the skills and even helped me save my old mother. If not for this, how could I be who I am today? Once a teacher, always a teacher. Wang Xu will never forget this kindness."

After hearing the old man's words, Wang Ba fell silent.

He could feel the sincerity and frankness in the old man's words.

But this attitude was not enough to confuse Wang Ba.

He said in a low voice:

"You stopped in front of me, it shouldn't be just to reminisce with me, right?"

Hearing the aloofness in Wang Ba's tone, the old man's expression dimmed slightly, and then he bowed to Wang Ba again with even more respect:
"Teacher, please understand. Zhang Chao is one of the few True Warriors with extraordinary talent. He is able to enter the fifth level. Although the others have enough talent, they do not have enough lifespan. No one can reach this level."

"Growing up is not easy. I know that my request is too rebellious and rude. He just attacked the teacher, which is tantamount to bullying the teacher and destroying the ancestors, which is against the way of respecting the teacher. But considering that Zhang Chao is not aware of it, I beg the teacher to show some leniency..."

Behind the old man, the tattooed man heard that the Martial Ancestor, whom he revered as a god, was so humble in front of this man. A trace of anger suddenly appeared on his face. He couldn't help but get up and shouted:
"Martial Ancestor, if he wants to kill me, then he can kill me. I will die..."

"You have no right to speak here."

The old man gave a low scolding.

Without turning around, a blood-red tiger suddenly jumped out from his back and threw the unsuspecting Martial Saint directly into the city below.

The lifelike blood tiger bared its fangs, with its two sharp teeth pointed at the Martial Saint's throat, as if it could bite off and end the Martial Saint's life at any time.

But the old man remained motionless at this moment, lowering his head towards Wang Ba.

Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe fluttering.

There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he said in a calm voice:
"What if I don't want to?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then said respectfully:
"If the teacher is unwilling, the disciple is willing to help the teacher clean up the mess."

Below, sharp claws suddenly stretched out from the blood tiger's palms and instantly pressed against the heart and neck of the Martial Saint. The sharp bloody claws broke through the Martial Saint's skin without any hindrance.

The Martial Saint's face turned blue, but he still gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and let the blood tiger's claws dig into his skin and flesh bit by bit...

True warriors are different from cultivators. Once their physical bodies are destroyed, they are completely destroyed.

There is no such thing as taking over another's body and starting over.

At least for now.

Wang Ba did not look down, but he saw everything clearly.

He didn't speak.

The old man did not speak, but just lowered his head quietly. No one could tell what expression was on his face at the moment.

At this moment, the atmosphere between the two seemed to be frozen.

The monks and true warriors around also subconsciously held their breath.

Until Wang Ba finally snorted softly, and looked at the old man with a look full of incomprehensible meaning:

"You really respect your teacher."

The old man's body trembled slightly, and he understood the meaning of Wang Ba's words. He lowered his head even lower and whispered:

"Thank you, Master, for letting me off the hook."

The blood tiger below shook slightly, turned into a ray of blood light, and plunged into the old man's back.

Wang Ba shook his head slightly, looked at the old man, and for the first time his tone was full of solemnity:

"Wang Xu... Tell me, what do you want to do?"

Wang Xu was silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and met Wang Ba's gaze.

There was still a hint of respect in his eyes, but within that respect there was also a hint of unquestionable determination. His tone was calm and firm:
"Teacher, I only want to do one thing."

Wang Ba narrowed his eyes slightly.

Wang Xu's voice was not loud, nor did he have much emotion, but in the extremely silent Banqiao City, it was carried thousands of miles away by the wind:

"Disciple, I just want fairness."

"Not only for myself, but also for my old mother, wife and children who died tragically, but also for all the resentful spirits who have died in vain in this Xiaocang world for countless years, and even more for the vast majority of living beings that will be born in Xiaocang world in the countless years to come!"

"Those creatures who have no spiritual roots and are born without the talent for cultivation, so they can only allow the cultivators and immortals to slaughter them at will..."

He looked directly into Wang Ba's eyes without any concealment.

Frank and calm:

"I just want there to be no more monks in this world."

Hearing Wang Xu's words, Chi Jian, Lu Yu and many other cultivators in the city all looked extremely grim.

Some cultivators knew some of the slogans of the true warriors, but they just treated them as slogans and did not take them seriously.

Some people, for various reasons, are not clear about it.

When Wang Xu said this, all the cultivators realized that the slogan of the true warriors was not just a slogan, but could very likely become a naked reality!
The morale of the Zhenwu warriors around and the Zhenwu army outside the city, whose morale had been hit by a series of misfortunes, suddenly rose.

"There are no immortals in the world, there are no immortals in the world!"

"Zhen Wu Dang Dao, Zhen Wu Dang Dao!"

The voices from the heart rose and fell one after another, and finally mixed together, reaching a unified state, and the sound soared into the sky!

Unconsciously, a huge trend was forming.

Surrounded by this great force, the monks in Banqiao City only felt that there was no light ahead, the road was dim, and the sun and moon were shaking!

They all showed expressions of panic!
Looking at this scene, Wang Ba's expression became unusually gloomy.

This mighty force coming from the True Warriors does not just come from the True Warriors, but also comes from the joint counterattack of the weak who have been trampled under the feet of the cultivators for countless years and have accumulated countless years of resentment and anger.

Under this new trend of people's hearts, even the monks who were once high and mighty, now seemed like ants standing in the way of a rolling torrent, vulnerable to a single blow...

Ever since he learned that Wang Xu was the ancestor of Zhenwu, he had realized that such a day would come sooner or later.

However, it was not until today that he realized that such a great trend of heaven and earth was so close.

"Could it be that the great catastrophe of heaven and earth that Xuan Yuanzi mentioned was brought about by these true warriors?"

He looked at the army of true warriors that seemed to have no end, and this thought arose in his mind.

The moment this thought arose, there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes when he looked at Wang Xu.

Compared with so-called fairness, he cares more about the future of the Kokura world.

If Ogura Kai is not here, everyone will die, so what is the point of fairness?

What's more, he knew it very well.

As long as human beings exist, there can be no fairness, and there will never be one.

Not to mention anything else, even if it means destroying the immortals.

Don't true warriors bully the weak?

Even if these true warriors led by Wang Xu can really maintain order and never infringe on the rights and interests of the weak.

But that's probably just because Wang Xu is still around and the benefits aren't that great yet.

When the time comes and people forget about them, will the true warriors who have occupied high positions really be willing to abdicate and let others take over?
Can they really ignore the interests of their own descendants and allow other more outstanding young people to take away the interests they have already occupied?

Such is human nature!
As long as these first-generation true warriors gain a firm foothold, they will naturally form a monopoly, and the so-called fairness will naturally no longer exist.

Even if absolute fairness can be achieved at present, there are still differences between people.

Some people have high talents, some have low talents.

Some people are naturally likable, while others are naturally disgusting.

The various differences between individuals, after being catalyzed by time, will naturally form the differences between rich and poor, strong and weak, high and low realms.

This trend is never changed by human will.

Not to mention, even if a true warrior practices to a high level, he cannot obtain enough lifespan.

As long as the cultivators continue to break through the realm before the end of their lifespan, they can gain a lot of lifespan, which is an irresistible temptation for almost any living being.

As long as this temptation exists, monks will never be able to break free from it, because there will always be people willing to give everything to live longer.

The monks and mortals in the Xiaocang Realm were limited in their vision and knowledge and could not understand these things, or even if they understood them, they could not change them. But he could see them clearly.

I also know that such behavior and such a program are almost impossible to achieve.

At least it is absolutely impossible as far as the naked eye can see.

Contradictions will always exist.

At the same time, the old man also keenly sensed the murderous intent in Wang Ba's eyes.

A deep feeling of bitterness and desolation passed through my heart.

"Sure enough, even the teacher can't understand me..."

He slowly raised his head and looked at Wang Ba calmly without saying a word, and without even releasing a single drop of blood and energy to protect himself.

However, everything is self-evident.

What he didn't expect was that what he was greeted with was a sigh from Wang Ba.

Wang Xu couldn't help but frowned slightly:

"May I ask, teacher, what does this mean?"

Wang Ba did not respond, but just shook his head, then his tone returned to indifference, pointing to the Chijian beside him:

"I've taken them away, and I won't care about the others anymore. But no matter what happens to you in the future, don't forget the promise you made to me! Otherwise..."

A hint of coldness flashed across Wang Ba's eyes.

"The promise we once made..."

There was a hint of doubt in Wang Xu's eyes, but then he remembered the oath he made after being rescued by his teacher on the North Sea.

Suddenly whispered:
"Disciple will never forget!"

"One day, when Wanxiang Sect is located, Wang Xu will retreat thousands of miles away when he sees it!"

"If any Wanxiang Sect disciple is hurt, I will kill him with my life!"

Wang Ba looked at Wang Xu deeply and said calmly:

"I hope you remember what you said."

After saying that, he waved his sleeves.

Chi Jian and Lu Yu both fell in front of him.

Chi Jian said quickly:
"Deputy Sect Leader, the young descendants of my Ye family..."

Hearing the change in the name, Wang Ba nodded slightly, and with a sweep of his spiritual sense, he quickly identified the bloodline of the Ye family. With a thought, these people flew out one after another and landed beside Chi Jian.

Chi Jian glanced over and nodded happily:
"It's all here..."

Wang Xu, who was not far away, watched this scene and suddenly said to Wang Ba from a distance:

"Teacher, do you still remember what you said to me in the North Sea Continent?"

Wang Ba was silent for a while, shook his head, and asked:
"Can you go back?"

Hearing Wang Ba's question, Wang Xu couldn't help but laugh, but he finally stopped laughing, restrained his smile, and whispered solemnly:
"When I have accomplished my goal, I also want to return to my teacher's seat and show my filial piety to him."

Wang Ba was silent for a while, then sighed again:
"Then wait until you really let it go."

After saying that, a flash of red appeared in his eyes.

The next moment, in the eyes of the Martial Saint, the Crazy Sword, and Lu Yu, all the cultivators in Banqiao City, and all the true warriors outside the city...

Except for the old man, a hint of crimson flashed in everyone's eyes at the same time!
Everyone's expressions instantly became dull and inert, as if they had lost their souls.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xu's face showed shock for the first time.

"Teacher, this..."

Wang Ba looked at the old man for the last time but said nothing more.

With a wave of his sleeves, Chi Jian and others, as well as some monks in the city, were quickly taken away and then left.

Only the old man was left standing there, staring in a daze.

(End of this chapter)