Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 717 The remnants
Like a city, like a grand martial arts school.

Feng Wenhao and Wei Hong sat by the flower bed, puffing on cigarettes.

The ground beneath their feet was littered with cigarette butts.

Looking at the distant sky, Feng Wenhao said, "Actually, even after the Ten Thousand Suns Fall and the Thousand Chariots Collapse into the Palace, I still didn't understand Hu Yi, Chen Shouhu, and Wang Boxiong. What were they doing all this fuss about? I'm doing just fine, the country is doing well, and the people are all living well. Why do they have to make such a fuss? My parents have been grumbling about these things these days. Some people around me think everything is fine."

The cigarette butt in front of Wei Hong gradually brightened.

Feng Wenhao continued, "Until the blame fell on me. The spot for joining the Martial Guard was gone. I tried everything, and only after asking around did I find out that someone else had taken it. His father has a high rank in the district and is backed by a powerful family. What about your spot?"

"It was also taken, but it wasn't stolen by some young master. It was simply because the curator left, and the new one was immediately dismissed," Wei Hong said.

People still prefer to call Wang Boxiong the curator.

"Where are the others in the class?" Feng Wenhao asked.

"I asked some people, and half of the spots were cut directly. As for the other half, most of them lost their spots unless they had connections and pulled strings beforehand. Only a few exceptionally capable people managed to keep their spots."

Feng Wenhao sighed and said, "Hu Yi and I often chat. I used to think he was too extreme. But now that I think about it, he's really pitiful. I just lost a spot in the military and couldn't eat or sleep well. I felt like the sky had fallen. He... lost everything."

Wei Hong exhaled a smoke ring and said, "The people around you think they're all great, isn't that just like a reporter asking a passenger on a bus if they bought a ticket? Hu Yi's whole family is dead, who the hell cares about him? In the whole country, how many unlucky people like Hu Yi are there? Nobody cares. Not only does nobody care, but they also kick him while he's down every now and then."

Feng Wenhao blushed immediately and remained silent for a long time.

Wei Hong then realized what was happening and said, "I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about those people on the internet who are criticizing Wan Yang. Have you contacted Zhou Leng about the quota? I think he's a specially appointed member of the armed forces."

Feng Wenhao hesitated for a moment and said, "In the past, I would have asked. But since my own accident, and thinking about Hu Yi, I suddenly understand Zhou Leng's predicament. I, who lived a peaceful life at school, was able to encounter such a big thing. I don't know how terrifying the pressure he must be facing."

Wei Hong said, "Hey, don't overthink it. Just send a message and see if you can get him to pass on a message. If it works, great; if not, forget it. Besides, we won't see him anytime soon anyway. By the time he comes out of seclusion, he'll probably be a Martial Saint..."

The sky was ablaze with divine light.

The two of them looked up at the same time.

Nanshan Villa, on the outskirts of Xiongcheng.

"The Zhao family's matter cannot be left like this!"

"But we have no choice."

"I have."

Everyone looked at Rao Xuan, who was refined and gentle, with fair skin and glasses, but his eyes were dark-rimmed and had deep eye bags, as if he hadn't slept well for many days.

His wife was a distant relative of the Zhao family. He had cooperated with the Demon Worship Cult to convert all members of the Rao family into demonic cultivators.

He is Rao Mingxian's uncle.

After the Zhao palace was destroyed, the couple were implicated.

They were all investigated at the designated time and place. He was not a core member of the Zhao family, and after being thoroughly interrogated, he was released.

But his wife was different.

A few days ago, he received the news that she had confessed everything, but had managed to save her family.

The crowd looked at Rao Xuan with some sympathy.

A few years ago, Rao Xuan held a high position in the Zhao family because the Rao family was deeply rooted in Rucheng, and he also benefited from this.

Later, the Rao family was massacred by Huang Meng's faction, and he was also marginalized.

As a result, they turned misfortune into good fortune and escaped the major investigation into the Zhao faction by higher authorities.

However, all of their family's savings, wealth, martial arts resources, and so on were seized.

His daughter, who was studying abroad, spent her days indulging in a life of pleasure and debauchery, yet she would cry poverty and ask for money. When he couldn't give her any, she would throw a tantrum and threaten to sell herself to blackmail him.

He had no choice but to fight desperately in the Demon City to slay demons and earn money.

Fortunately, he was also born with innate abilities, so even if he lost his old wealth, he could still acquire a large amount of wealth through battle.

However, because Zhao Gong was purged, he lost any further possibility in both the legitimate and business circles.

Rao Xuan suddenly fell from a high position to a low point, which he could not bear, so he joined an organization composed of many remnants of the Zhao family.

"what way?"

The crowd looked at Rao Xuan with surprise, including many elderly masters.

Many people present were implicated by the Zhao family; some were transferred from their positions, and others had problems in their companies. They were all looking for a way out.

Rao Xuan said, "It's impossible to defeat Zhou Leng in a short time, but if we want to rise up, we will eventually have to confront him. We have reached a consensus on this point."

The others nodded slightly.

"It's impossible within the Dragon Kingdom. But if we flee abroad, it means we'll completely lose any chance of making a comeback. So we need to do two things: First, avoid giving them any leverage. We need to completely sever our ties with the Demon Worship Cult. I believe many of our guards are monitoring our every move."

Everyone sighed and nodded.

"Secondly, we cannot make a comeback on our own; we need strong external support. And I happen to have discovered a new hope in the old capital's demon city..."

As Rao Xuan spoke, he raised a white object about a foot long in his right hand, which looked like ivory or a sharp claw.

"I acquired this demigod's claw many years ago. Not long ago, when I entered the Old Capital Demon City, I encountered a group of ferocious beasts, the 'Flying Mountain Ferocious Bears' clan. They used to be a demigod race, but after the demigods perished, they left their ancestral land and became ordinary demigod bloodline beasts..."

"These claws belong to a demigod flying mountain bear, their ancestor. Through my deliberate manipulation, they accepted me and were willing to trade with me. You see..."

As Rao Xuan spoke, he placed a large number of medicinal fruits from the world of ferocious beasts on the table.

Everyone was amazed.

"Through the Flying Mountain Ferocious Bear, I obtained some information. The Flying Mountain Ferocious Bear is now affiliated with another demigod race, but due to the language barrier, I don't know the specifics..."

"In short, they can't do it now, but after a while, after going through some great battle, they will ask a demigod to help them unlock the 'Wangshan' treasure."

"The Wangshan Treasure contains unimaginable wealth. As long as we continue to help the Flying Mountain Ferocious Bear, we will be qualified to enter the Wangshan Treasure, and even form an alliance with the demigod race. You are well aware that the power of the demigod beast race is almost equal to the sum of several martial warlords."

At this point in Rao Xuan's speech, everyone's eyes flickered, and they all understood what Rao Xuan meant. Once they joined forces with the ferocious beasts, they would gain massive resources and benefits, and both their power and their own strength would increase rapidly.

"As long as we have the demigod beast clan as our backing, we have greater value in uniting, and returning to the central command is not a problem."

“Yes, moreover, Zhou Leng has not yet ascended to sainthood, the sooner we acquire power, the better…”

"The Heavenly Rank has changed..."

Everyone stood up, walked out the door, and looked up at the sky.

Above the sky, five layers of celestial steps radiated light.

Each of the previous heavenly steps was empty.

Now, on the lowest level of the first celestial staircase, one translucent phantom after another appears.

It exists in all races of the ten realms.

The celestial steps and the illusory figures were clearly high in the heavens, far and endless, yet every being in the ten realms could clearly see each and every one of them.

Thousands of demigod phantoms stood on the first level of the celestial steps.

The people of Blue Star first searched for Blue Star's Martial Saint.

Every time they saw a martial arts master from their own country, everyone smiled.

Soon, some people discovered that Zhou Leng was standing on top of it.

However, Zhou Leng did not ascend to sainthood.

Outside the villa, Rao Xuan looked at everyone with a serious expression.

"We need to speed things up."

"I agree!"

"I agree……"

The remnants of the Zhao clan nodded in unison, ready to gamble everything.

"Alright, then let's gather all our strength, trade with the Flying Mountain Ferocious Bear clan, and form an alliance. In the end, we'll obtain the King Mountain Treasure."

"Once we obtain the treasure, our relationship with the ferocious beast will be enough to give us leverage in negotiations and rescue our families."

"After that, we'll lie low and pretend everything's over. Once Zhou Leng gets into trouble, we'll take advantage of his weakness and kill him!"

"The Zhao clan will surely rise again!"

In the Grand Martial Arts Hall, Feng Wenhao stared at Zhou Leng's illusory figure on the Heavenly Steps, somewhat dazed.

Everyone felt that Zhou Leng had a chance to become a saint, but at the earliest it would be ten or twenty years later.

As a result, while he was still a senior in college, Zhou Leng became a saint.

Wei Hong suddenly stood up and ran towards the class's martial arts hall.

"what are you doing?"

"I'll go find the things Zhou Leng used and sell them for money."

"You beast, take me with you."

Shu City in the southeast of the Dragon Kingdom.

Lou Feiqiong looked up at Zhou Leng's illusory figure above the Heavenly Staircase and smiled slightly.

He held his girlfriend's hand and walked quietly forward.

After the Zhao clan was destroyed, the Lou family tried every means to get him back to take charge of the Lou family, but he ignored them.

High in the sky, the first celestial staircase emitted divine light, and countless meteors fell into the ten realms.

Zhou Leng was at the Ancient River Research Bureau when a shooting star entered his brow.

In the world of wills, a new spherical star has appeared, radiating silver light.

Celestial Star.

It contains the "divine brilliance of a galaxy".

It can be used directly to absorb power and enhance oneself, or it can be kept unused until more Celestial Stars are obtained before using it together.

The more you use at once, the more extra power you gain.

Using one will only allow you to use one unit of power.

Using two will grant you four times the power.

If five are used at the same time, one can obtain a full twenty-five times the power.

Zhou Leng thought for a moment and decided to stay for the time being.

Subsequently, new information about ascending to the Heavenly Realm was received.

The Ascension Heavenly Staircase was accumulating power, and soon the second level of the Heavenly Staircase trial began.

The first level of the Heavenly Staircase is merely an appetizer.

Once the second level of the Heavenly Rank has completed its power accumulation, it will release the "blood of the ancient beast" into the Ten Realms.

Subsequently, numerous congratulatory messages arrived.

Zhou Leng thought for a moment. If he admitted to being promoted to Martial Saint, how could he sneak into the Demon Prison in the future to express his kindness?
So I posted a message on my WeChat Moments.

"Everyone has misunderstood. I did not advance to Martial Saint. It was just by chance that I obtained some Martial Saint power, and I also acquired quite a few Heavenly Ranks, which led some people at the Godhood Heavenly Rank to mistake me for a demigod. Please don't spread rumors, and please don't overpraise me. There is at least a ten-year gap between me and a Martial Saint. Thank you. Media friends, please help spread the word. In the martial arts world, I am just a child."

(End of this chapter)