Advance the future and become a martial saint on earth!

Chapter 165: Heaven and earth are on your side, don’t force it if it’s not meant to be! The true successor of all methods, Taoist Chi Jing!
Outside Jiangyin Prefecture, there is the Zixia School.

Surrounded by the sea, with waterfalls cascading down, a thin layer of spiritual energy, faintly emitting purple air, covers this floating island.

As a famous maritime trade center under the state vassal town "Cangdu", it is a well-known maritime trade center.

There are dozens of schools in Jiangyin, and now they are up and down. With the decline of "Sanyang Sect" and the silence of "Tian Dao School", one school finishes its performance and another one comes on stage.
Up to now, among all the martial arts schools headed by dragon and tiger masters, the Zixia school is the best!

The head of Zixia Sect, who practices the sect's 'Qi Dao Zhengong', has an extraordinary rank and deep Qi. It is said that he has a chance to strive for the 'title' and become one of the few martial saints to have emerged from 'Jiangyin Prefecture' in the past hundred years. He has a great prestige.

Zixia Gate.

Zhou Changming, who was at the 'Daoguan Street' in the palace, went straight into the main hall on the top of the mountain after reporting.

That place is where the head of Zixia Sect comprehends the path to the title all year round. There is a faint purple mist appearing all year round. According to legend, it was built to imitate the celestial pillar-level 'Zhenwu Mountain' Enlightenment Court 'Thunder and Fire Refining Hall'.

Although it cannot compare to the wonder of Zhenwu Mountain that can attract "heavenly thunder and earthly fire", it can make disciples understand the nature of heaven and earth, and thus understand the Taoist magic and martial arts concepts that are so shocking.

However, as the disciples of Zixia School, generation after generation, refine the "Zixia Secret Mirror", the true energy contained in it feeds back to the school.

Over a long period of time, all the spiritual energy and luck of the sect were gathered here. After several decades, this place was built into a "blessed land" of the first level. Looking around Jiangyin Prefecture, there are not many such places.

In the mountain hall, there is a large cauldron filled with purple mist. The hall is hollow, and one can see rolling clouds and flying seagulls in the distance.

In all directions, there were many high seats, where masters of the schools, wearing purple and gold robes and with energetic energy flowing through their bodies, sat with their eyes closed.

For martial artists who have become masters of Qigong.

Without the assistance of high-quality spiritual elixirs and local treasures, the progress of cultivation in the prefectures and counties would be minimal.

One can only practice in this 'Zixia Palace', or in the 'Jin'ao Island' of the Tiandao School, the 'Cold Pool' of the Beicang Marquis Mansion and other blessed places.

Only then can the Qi Sea continue to transform, so that the body becomes leak-free and the Qi becomes the dragon and tiger.

"Brother, aren't you old and no longer ambitious, so you asked for a vacancy and went to the temple in the mansion to take charge, inject new blood into the sect, and enjoy your old age?"

Seeing Zhou Changming entering the hall under the guidance of Zixia Sect's disciples, one of the nobles in the seats opened his eyes and looked at him with curiosity.

at the same time.

In this Zixia Palace built on the steep cliffs of the island, behind the Zixia Cauldron standing at the end——

The young man, who was breathing in and out with a faint purple aura flowing through his hair, slowly opened his eyes.

He looked to be only about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, younger than all the people in the hall who were dressed in purple and had double palms.

But those who were old or majestic, almost all of them were the leaders or elders of a sect who were in charge of a peak, or held real power, when they looked at him, everyone had awe in their eyes and dared not neglect them.

Martial artists practice cultivation with the goal of becoming a human immortal.

But looking at the history, there are hundreds of millions of warriors with extraordinary talent.

There are almost no people who can reach the level of opening up the nine limits of the human body, expanding 48,000 orifices, and having a drop of blood that can be comparable to that of a martial saint.

Even if one only walked halfway up the mountain, slayed the red dragon and subdued the white tiger, and became an 'incomparable' master, in the vast prefecture, it would be enough to dominate and become the leader of a certain school.

By achieving this, a warrior can return to his original state and solidify his appearance!
Whenever he achieves 'non-leakage', his appearance will remain frozen there as long as he wants, and will no longer age!
Therefore,
The person who can stand above these great men in purple and gold robes and sit in the main seat as steady as a mountain
There is no doubt that he is the head of Zixia Sect, who is one of the six high mountains among dragons and tigers in Jiangyin Prefecture and has mastered the "Purple Cloud Secret Mirror" to perfection and is known to be able to "manifest the Qi overseas and bring the Purple Cloud to the east"!

Wei Changkong opened his eyes, and all the other members of Zixia looked at him in silence.

Zhou Changming saw this and bowed down directly:

"Master, Chang Ming really can't swallow this humiliation this time!"

"The disciple you trained 20 years ago was killed by Duan Chenzhou just as he was leaving to take charge of the gym."

"After more than ten years, he finally died, but now his disciple has risen again and stepped forward to trample the reputation of my Zixia lineage under his feet!"

"This kid is lucky. He got close to the Northern Pacification Office and the Garrison Office. Even the disabled daughter of the Northern Canghou Mansion favors him."

"I tried everything, but I couldn't do anything to him."

"The Heaven Sword School has been weak for a long time. It was not easy for them to take back the Golden Ao Island that Wang Xuanyang had seized from the remains of the Sanyang Sect. But then this genius suddenly appeared."

"If he hadn't died young, and he had become a great man in the future and entered the Dragon and Tiger realm, wouldn't that mean another 'Wang Xuanyang' would have lived in the world?"

"At that time, the secret treasures left by Wang Xuanyang and the blessed land of Sanyangmen, 'Jin'ao Island', will all be in vain."

"If you don't fight for it, my Zixia School's 'True Sect' foundation and your 'title' will be in jeopardy."

“How many more detours do we have to take!?”

Many people looked at each other.

Even though they are in the sect and have not entered the capital city, they still have a general idea of the whirlpools, grudges and debts involved.

Therefore, after listening to Zhou Changming's words, most of them remained silent, with a hint of agreement.

Their sect leader had already become as angry as a dragon and a tiger sixty years ago.

As a result, he survived until the Sanyang Sect was destroyed, until the Tiandao Sect fell into decline, and thus reached the 'peak of the Dragon and Tiger Realm'.

No one knows how profound his Qigong skills are.

But whether inside or outside the palace, when ranking the top 'Qigong masters', he is always the one at the top without exception.

To be fair, as disciples of the Zixia school, these masters have long wanted to compete in their hearts.

Martial arts are worth fighting for.

Even the slightest carelessness could lead to collapse.

But with their old sect leader's current status in the martial arts world, he has also gotten to know the true disciples of the Dragon Elephant Sect.

If we support the one who has successfully been promoted to the 'Zhenzong Daozi', and has the support of the Longxiang Zhenzong who dominates the three prefectures and has a tiger's eye on Cangdu,
In the entire Jiangyin Prefecture, is there anything that cannot be fought for?
The old man is just too steady, otherwise there wouldn't be the saying of six high mountains.

Maybe if he had fought for it in the early years, he would have directly inherited the legacy of the 'Sanyang Sect' and the 'Tiandao School' and would have been promoted to a Martial Saint long ago and suppressed all enemies in the prefecture. Why would he be in seclusion here all day long, trying to comprehend the path to the 'title'?
As Zhou Changming finished speaking, everyone looked up at the young man, and they were moved:

"Master, what Changming said makes sense, let's fight for it!"

"Wang Xuanyang's inheritance, the blessed land 'Jin'ao Island', these things are left to the Tiandao School. I wonder if Chen He, who has not even achieved the level of 'School Master', can grasp them?"

Wei Changkong was silent for a long time, looking at the vast sea and sky revealed by the hollowed-out palace, his eyes could not help but hesitate:
"This sect leader understands the truth."

"but"

"For a person like Wang Xuanyang who has stretched the six limits, will he really die?"

Sitting to the left of Wei Changkong was Qi Yue, a man in his thirties who was the second most senior and capable leader in Zixia. Upon hearing this, he looked disappointed:

"Brother, you have been stable for many years. Back then, Master said that you lacked a bit of sharpness. Now you are at the peak of your powers. In my opinion, you are just missing that one step!"

"The three dragons and tigers of Sanyang Sect are at their peak, so it's understandable that you have been enduring this. Wang Xuanyang is the remains of the shattered pillar of heaven, and he has extended the six limits, which is extremely dazzling. It's okay for you to endure this."

"But we are the boss now! Why should we endure it?"

"And I told you before that among the disciples that Chen He received, the fifth disciple was the one I planted. According to the letter, Chen He even gave the item left by his father, the Martial Saint, to that kid, which shows how much he values him!"

"If you don't take action now, when that kid inherits the martial saint's mantle and truly rises to prominence, he will definitely not do anything to our sect."

"But when the deadline comes, what if you still can't get through the last level?"

"I have been waiting for more than ten years. If Wang Xuanyang could really come back, I would have come back when my nephew accidentally encountered a robbery while testing Duan Chenzhou in order to pave the way for you."

"There's no news at all now, so it can only be dead."

"So what are you waiting for?"

Seeing everyone's instigation, Wei Changkong took a deep breath. Although he was willing to move, he was still traumatized by Wang Xuanyang's suppression, so he was a little hesitant. At this time, a young man wearing a black gold robe with red dragon ancient elephants on his sleeves strode in:

"Captain Weimon, I am the only disciple accepted by the old martial saint of the Dragon Elephant Sect, Senior Ye Wenjiang, and I am honored as your disciple."

"As a result, it was because of his entanglement with the rebels of the 'Sword Dao Ancestor' that he went astray and was eventually forced to be removed from the list and died in a foreign land!"

"It also caused the old martial saint to have a knot in his heart. Because of the incident that year, he was severely injured. He was in seclusion for sixty years before he was able to recover a little and finally came out."

"When the Dao of Sword was at its peak, that Sword Master was among the top ten masters of the Heavenly Pillars."

"He even supported the Human King against all odds. His background is very profound!"

“Even if Wang Xuanyang is only a fragmented remnant, the inheritance he brings cannot be underestimated.”

"Captain Weimen, if you can be promoted to the rank of Martial Saint, and if you can find the remains of Senior Ye Wenjiang, I will surely be valued by the 'Dragon Elephant Martial Saint' and become the Dragon Elephant Daozi, a title that has been vacant for sixty years!"

"If Zixia's family doesn't dare, then I will join you in seizing the foundation of the Heavenly Sword School in the name of the Dragon Elephant Sect. How do you think?"

"I'll take a piece of the pie. We'll share the consequences and benefits."

Coming from the Longxiang Sect, as one of the three most promising disciples competing for the title of 'Daozi', Jiang Yue stepped into the hall with a confident look on his face.

Looking inside and outside the faction, the situation seems to be very good.

Wei Changkong felt like he was being coerced.

But what they said seems to make some sense.
I have endured for so many years and finally made it out. There are huge benefits right before my eyes, so why not take advantage of it?

Thinking about how he had been killed by the disciples of Tiandao School for so many years, Wei Changkong felt a little upset.

Then he was silent for a while, then stood up and said:
"Row!"

"That"

"Master, let's fight for it and ask the Heaven Sword School to build a tomb for Wang Xuanyang!"

"As long as Wang Xuanyang is dead, Chen He is no longer even the head of the school. According to the rules of Jiangyin Prefecture, this school will disappear from now on."

"Therefore, whether it is the plaque of 'No. 1' on Daoguan Street or the blessed land 'Jin'ao Island' occupied by Wang Xuanyang, they must be spit out!"

And seeing Wei Changkong with purple clouds on his head and swinging his sleeves, after more than ten years of waiting, finally taking this step when all the "right time, right place and right people" were in place.

Everyone, including Zhou Changming, was excited.

Their Zixia School finally has the hope of winning the real 'No. 1 in Jiangyin'!

Moreover, by cooperating with the Longxiang True Sect, as long as the head of our sect can make further progress in the future, it may not be impossible for it to become a powerful sect!
Looking at the many great Zixia people, each of them had a look of pride on their faces.

Wei Changkong couldn't help but feel that perhaps he should have taken this step earlier.

Thinking of this, he suddenly recalled that before Wang Xuanyang's death, he accidentally obtained a "fate fortune stick" from an outsider who was said to be a Taoist master of a major sect.

At that time, the Taoist master's original words were:

"Your achievements in this life are not low. As long as you stay alive, you will definitely become a Martial Saint in the future."

"Don't rush to waste your energy. You don't have that kind of energy."

Thinking of the Taoist's sincere and serious face, but harsh tone, Wei Changkong couldn't help but feel gloomy:

"Hold on. Hold on."

"The head of our sect has lived for more than a hundred years!"

"I have a feeling that my time will come in the next two years. A Martial Saint? I have lived my whole life and have never achieved it!"

"The spirits of our sect are not very good. If we die, we can't borrow a new shell and come back to life. If we can't be sealed and reborn through Nirvana, then we're really dead when we die."

"It can be seen that this so-called fate theory was also deceived by that stinking Taoist who pretended to be a high-ranking official."

"How ridiculous that I was deceived by him and believed him. With the rise of Sanyang Sect and Wang Xuanyang, who suppressed me for a whole sixty years, I really thought that I had no chance of being the best and the most outstanding."

"However, time has passed, ups and downs have occurred, and twenty or thirty years have passed. Now the Zixia School is the dominant force. If I am not the leader, then who is?"

"You don't want me to try, huh, but I will try anyway. Then, when I become a martial saint, I will give that stinky Taoist a good slap. Even if he is from a high-ranking sect, he is not very skilled!"

Jiangyin Prefecture is a place with high mountains and vast seas.

On a flying boat that rides the wind and clouds.

There was a young Taoist priest dressed in feathered robes, handsome as an immortal, standing against the wind.

"Chi Jing Zhen Chuan, according to the address given by Zhen Zun, 'Jiangyin Mansion' is almost there, and you will be able to meet Zhen Zun's 'disciple' soon."

Taoist Chi Jing, who was one of the six true palaces of the Wanfa Sect and had inherited a sect-defending supernatural power, heard the waiter beside him report with interest in his eyes:

"Good good."

"Half a century ago, I went through a lot of trouble to calculate that Daxuan was the place where I would become real, but when I calculated it more carefully, I couldn't figure it out. So I used all my methods to sneak over here."

"Sure enough, in recent years, the 'gates' leading to other universes have become more solid, and some can even support 'real people' to enter!"

“Although I can’t turn back.”

"But after searching the vast sky, I have found no sky that can resemble the Great Mystery. This world must have a great secret. This is the place where I will become a reality!"

"At this time, Tianzun actually had the magical power to cross the boundary and accept a little disciple. Although he is a head older than him, he must have his own plan."

"It just so happens that there is a 'Warrior' in Jiangyin Prefecture that I mentioned. According to the hexagrams of that year, he should also be a person of high status and power. It's just right for me to go and pay a visit to him."

"Given the time, as long as he can survive as I said, he will definitely be awarded the title of Martial Saint."

"As long as he succeeds, my magical power will also be successful!"

"Master is really something. He said that if I can tell fortunes for one person in this life and this person's fate is fulfilled and he becomes a 'Martial Saint' or 'True Man', then he can complete one of the six sect-defending magical powers and be promoted to a True Man."

"Really? Is it that difficult? Although the previous dozen unlucky guys died young, this one has survived for half his life, so he is probably a sure thing."

"It's impossible for me to train a martial saint from scratch, but isn't it easy for me to tell fortunes for those who are rising stars?"

"They are already outstanding people. I will spend a lot of effort to calculate their fate. How can I not be sure of it?"

Taoist Chi Jing muttered to himself, and took out a piece of talisman paper with "Zixia" engraved on it from his sleeve. He looked closely and found that the "luck and fortune" that should have been "flourishing" was on the nearest "fate talisman".
Suddenly, the river rushed down, and with a "crack", it turned into flying ashes!

Suddenly, he was stunned, and then he was very annoyed:

"No, there's something wrong with this talisman, right?"

"This person has been hiding for a whole decade, and he can't hold it in for the past two days!?"

"This is the Tao of this True Man!"

"Gone again!?"

And at this time.

Ji Xiu was completely unaware of these turbulent events.
After seven days.

Welcomed the "prefectural student qualification" sent by Gu Baichuan.

So, he stepped into the most mysterious 'Jiangyin Mansion' in Daxuan Mansion!
(ps: I didn’t miss a day on purpose. My friend was hospitalized for diabetes at a young age, and I accompanied him. He came back very late, which scared me so much that I took a measuring device to measure it today. Fortunately, it was normal. I can only say, everyone should take care of their health and stay up less late)

(End of this chapter)