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"Still there? Then I'll stop by and take a look later."

After hearing this, Wang Zhifan responded.

The scholars couldn't help but curiously ask him why he suddenly mentioned such a small place, and then Wang Zhifan smiled and said:
"An old friend of mine is buried there."

"I see... I wonder which super-innate cultivator this is? We might as well go and pay our respects to him."

Some people immediately had this idea. After all, in their opinion, Wang Zhifan was a person that the Master valued very much, and his good friend must be at a super-innate level.

But Wang Zhifan shook his head and said:
"He is not a super-innate cultivator. He has only been a post-natal Confucian scholar all his life, but he is definitely an excellent Confucian scholar..."

"He is actually in the post-natal realm?! Since Wu Zun remembers him, something amazing must have happened to him. If it is convenient, can you tell us in detail?"

The drunken Confucian scholars were so gossipy that they even forgot to recite poems or compose couplets.

However, Wang Zhifan did not continue this topic. He guessed that the spirit of his old friend in heaven would not want others to talk too much about him, so he simply skipped this aspect and continued to play and shop with them.

By the evening, Wang Zhifan finished all his affairs in Shuyue City and went to the ruins of Shuqiu City with a pot of fine wine produced in Shuyue City.

Just as a Confucian scholar had said before, the Shuqiu City of two hundred years ago is now just a wilderness. If you don't look carefully, you can't find the dilapidated buildings hidden in the weeds and trees. It has absolutely no resemblance to the small Confucian town in his memory.

However, Wang Zhifan still took some time and used his extremely powerful perception to confirm the place he was looking for. He cut down trees and cleared weeds and came to the edge of a small, ordinary street ruins.

"This is it... Brother Zhang, I haven't seen you for two hundred years. I'm here to see you... I buried your body with my own hands. Now you only have a few pieces of your remains. I don't know if I should say this is good luck... The power of time is really terrifying..."

Wang Zhifan was seen talking to himself while slowly pouring the wine he brought onto the ground, recalling his past with a Confucian scholar named Zhang Siqian.

To be honest, Zhang Siqian was not an important figure. He was just an ordinary Confucian scholar in Shuqiu City, whose strength was not even at the Xiantian realm. However, Wang Zhifan had an indelible impression of him.

Because this guy's fate is so tragic and representative, it embodies the unyielding resistance of hundreds of millions of helpless people facing the invasion of the demon world at that time. He is a very respectable little man.

Wang Zhifan often wondered if he was just an ordinary person, without the special privileges of the extraordinary game, facing the extreme oppression from the outside world, could a weak like him do the same as Zhang Siqian, abandoning everything and fighting desperately, even to the point of dying to bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

This behavior cannot be said to be very rational, but it is very pure. It is the final decision made by a man and no one can deny it.

"Brother Zhang, let me build a decent tomb for you. Even though it's two hundred years late, it's at least proof that you existed."

After a long silence, Wang Zhifan activated the chaos distortion ability of the mythical belt and built a half-person-high solid earth tomb out of thin air for Zhang Siqian, who was left with only a few bones. Then he erected a straight stone tablet in front of the tomb and wrote "Tomb of Zhang Siqian" with his own hands.

In the future, he may rarely come to pay tribute to this old friend, and perhaps no one in the world except him will even remember that this person existed. But with this tomb, in the long river of history, an indomitable Confucian scholar has left his mark.

After paying tribute to Zhang Siqian, Wang Zhifan soared into the sky from the ruins of Shuqiu City and rushed to the distant Huoling Island in the night to meet his old comrade-in-arms, Fu Mo Lao Ren, with whom he had made an appointment.

This time, in addition to the old man who subdues demons, he will also visit old friends such as the Taoist Wutianwudi, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, the Overlord Jiyuan, the Emperor Tianhua, and the Free and Easy Dragon. These people were all the top beings on the Demon Sealing List back then, and they lived in various places in the Disaster Realm. He still had to inquire about some of them, as they might have already gone to other worlds.

There is no need to go into detail about the specific process. It was nearly half a month later that Wang Zhifan returned to the Wuzun Hall in Tianyuan City.

When he came back, he found that in addition to the bronze-skinned strong man Qin Quan, his second disciple who was left behind to take over, there was another figure that surprised him. He was teaching the disciples of the Wuzun Hall to practice together with Qin Quan.

She was a middle-aged Taoist nun with an elegant appearance, who seemed to be in her thirties. She had the aura of someone who was at a super-innate level, and there was a kind of agility in her eyes that could not be concealed. Wang Zhifan recognized her at a glance. This was his third disciple, Liu Luoying.

"Master! I am Liu Luoying!"

The once talented girl in brocade clothes was very confident and generous when she found Wang Zhifan coming back. She thought Wang Zhifan would not recognize her, so she came up to him and introduced herself first.

Wang Zhifan smiled and looked at the talented disciple who had already surrendered to the Dao Realm. He said in a joking tone:
"You've already gone to Dao Realm, and you still dare to come back to see me? You're really brave!"

However, Liu Luoying didn't care at all about Wang Zhifan's revelation, and replied confidently:
"Master, this is not my fault! Back then, you never came back, and we disciples had no one to turn to for advice when we encountered problems in cultivation. We could only figure it out on our own, and life was so hard! Before I went to the Dao Realm, I presided over the Martial Honor Hall for you for a full ten years. I have absolutely a clear conscience..."

After Liu Luoying's conversation, Wang Zhifan, as her master, felt embarrassed because she was telling the truth.

Two hundred years after he left, his disciples were almost abandoned. It was already good enough that they did not all run away within a few years. Moreover, it would be foolish for a genius like Liu Luoying who had been practicing Taoism since childhood to stay in the hopeless Martial Arts Palace. Judging from the results, it was definitely a wise move for her to develop in the Dao Realm.

Wang Zhifan, feeling embarrassed, quickly raised his hand to interrupt Liu Luoying and replied helplessly:

"Stop talking, stop talking! I was just joking! You've been practicing Taoism since you were young, and you told me that practicing martial arts was just a hobby. There's nothing wrong with going to the Dao realm to improve yourself! Not to mention that you've already entered the Dao realm and surpassed the innate. If you stay in the Martial Honor Hall and bury your talent, I'll feel sorry for you... Tsk tsk, you've already completed your Pure Yang True Art, right? You really value its life-extending and beauty-enhancing effects?"

Looking at Liu Luoying, who looked to be in her thirties but was actually over two hundred years old, Wang Zhifan couldn't help but feel a little amused, judging that she had cultivated her inheritance to the extreme.

Who could have thought that Chunyang Zhengong, a martial art more suitable for men to practice, would eventually be practiced to perfection by a girl named Liu Luoying.

You know, this technique is not easy to practice. Liu Luoying has to practice Taoism and practice martial arts, which makes it twice as difficult. This shows how passionate she is about prolonging life and maintaining beauty. But in the face of Wang Zhifan's teasing, Liu Luoying was not embarrassed at all. Instead, she turned her head and glanced at Tan Quan, a bronze-skinned strong man who was teaching the disciples of Wu Zun Hall not far away. Then, she looked back at Wang Zhifan with a look full of "resentment", raised her hands, bent down, and begged Wang Zhifan:

"Master... I heard from Senior Brother Qin that you helped him regain his youth, so why don't you help me too... I'm only two hundred years old, but I already look so old... Master, how can you bear to do this..."

She even unconsciously raised her voice while speaking, which gave Wang Zhifan in front of her goose bumps. He thought, is this girl really a super-innate Taoist? How come she doesn't have the face of a super-innate cultivator at all?
So Wang Zhifan coughed twice, looked at the old apprentice who was playing tricks in front of him and replied:
"Ahem...you look very young...if you get any younger you'll become a little girl, which is not good..."

But it would have been better if he didn't say it. As soon as he said it, Liu Luoying's eyes lit up and she immediately replied:

"Master, do you mean that I can really become younger? That's great, Master! You must be merciful and help your disciple!"

Wang Zhifan, feeling that he had been tricked, was speechless for a moment. However, reversing a person's physical age was just a small trick for him now. He was too lazy to argue with Liu Luoying. He raised his hand and activated the power of time and space, causing Liu Luoying's physical condition to quickly reverse, and her appearance returned to that of a man in his early twenties.

For a moment, Liu Luoying was very excited when she felt the changes in herself. She turned around and ran into the Wuzun Hall to find a mirror to see the effect.

Wang Zhifan couldn't help but shake his head upon seeing this, thinking that his apprentice was indeed a genius, but his temper was still that of a young man even at his age, which was really embarrassing for him.

Then he turned his gaze to Qin Quan and found that this disciple was in line with his concepts and requirements. He taught the younger disciples meticulously and exuded the calm temperament of a Vajra warrior, which made him nod in approval.

Coincidentally, at this moment, there was a sudden rumble of thunder in the boundless clear sky. The sound was very loud but had a special rhythm. It was not scary but it instantly attracted people's attention, as if it was the prelude to something happening.

"Are we about to start?"

Wang Zhifan knew what this meant, and he looked up at the sky and waited patiently.

About ten seconds later, he saw thunder rumbling in the boundless sky above his head, and then suddenly a clear voice came, resounding throughout the world:

"I! Zhang Taiqing! I obey the decrees of the three great saints, the White Emperor, the Blue Emperor, and the Red Emperor! I hereby announce that Martial Honored King Zhifan has broken through the Saint Realm and will become the Martial Lord of the world! From now on, our human race will have one more saint, who will protect the human race in the four realms and prosper forever!"

As the Master's voice rang out synchronously in the four great worlds, Wang Zhifan felt an inexplicable force between heaven and earth converging on him, making him feel at least 20% stronger in an instant.

“Is this what Master said about the blessing of the power of heaven and earth? It doesn’t feel bad… But from now on, the title and responsibility of the Martial Lord of this world will be bound to me.”

He pondered inwardly, recalling the conversation with the Master in Shuyue City half a month ago. When their meeting was about to end, the Master suggested that he become a Martial Lord, because the title of a mere Martial Lord was seriously inconsistent with his current strength and could not reflect his transcendent identity and status.

Wang Zhifan didn't care about it at first. It was just a title. He could accept it as long as it was not insulting. But the Master told him that the title of "Jun" could not be taken casually. One must have corresponding strength to gain recognition from heaven and earth. Once recognized by heaven and earth, he would be able to gain many benefits from it.

This method is actually a special simplified version of becoming a saint on the spot. The effect is definitely not as good as the real kingly route of transcending tribulation and becoming a saint, but it is simple and fast, and is very suitable for outsiders like Wang Zhifan.

At this time, as the Master, in the name of the four great saints, personally announced to the four realms the shocking news of the birth of the Martial Lord, the entire Martial Honor Hall was in an uproar. The disciples who were practicing martial arts in the square all had expressions of shock or ecstasy on their faces. The bronze-skinned sturdy man Qin Quan was so surprised that he couldn't speak for a long time. He looked stupidly at Wang Zhifan who was walking steadily towards the hall.

At this moment, he felt that the image of his mysterious master in his heart was even taller and more unfathomable. Even the legendary sage master personally announced the title of saint for him, which showed that his master was much more powerful than they thought.

In the direction of the core area of ​​Tianyuan City, Taoists Qingyangzi and Huayangzi also quickly rushed to the Wuzun Hall after hearing the title of saint. They greeted Wang Zhifan with grand etiquette and said in unison:
"Qingyangzi and Huayangzi pay their respects to Lord Wu! We hope Lord Wu will allow Tianyuan City to be renamed Wujun City from now on! And renovate the entire city!"

But Wang Zhifan immediately shook his head after hearing this, and while helping them up he replied:
"You two fellow Taoists, there is no need to be like this! I have only changed my name! From now on, Tianyuan City will still be Tianyuan City. The only difference is that my Wu Zun Hall will be renamed Wu Jun Hall."

As soon as he finished speaking, first inside and outside the Wujun Palace, and then outside Tianyuan City, all the residents on the streets ran enthusiastically onto the streets and shouted:

"Wujun!"

"Wujun!"

"Wujun!"

……

The sounds came one after another and the scene was extremely spectacular.

This is the scene that occurs when a saint is born. As the highest level of cultivators in this world, the birth of every saint is a great day that is celebrated by the whole world, and every human being in the four realms will feel excited from the bottom of their hearts.

Because everyone in the four realms knows the huge threat from the demon world, and saints are the fundamental guarantee to stop the threat. Every additional saint in the human race means that the security of the four realms will be stronger, which is the most solid wall for the survival of the race and civilization.

After a while, Wang Zhifan accepted the congratulations from his disciples one by one, as well as the visits from the super-innate monks who came from nearby areas. Even his lover Mie Yuexi and daughter Mie Yueqing came from Mieyue Island and asked him why they didn't know about such a big thing.

Wang Zhifan could only say that he had forgotten about it. He had been visiting old comrades everywhere recently and had not taken the so-called ban to heart at all. By the time he remembered it, it was too late to tell his wife and daughter.

In the future, he planned to spend a few days with them and then return to Earth to check the situation.

According to the recent announcements from Chaofan Games, he speculated that the World War on Earth was almost over. He planned to resolve his grievances with Chaofan Games as soon as possible and become a free man without any restrictions. (End of this chapter)