After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 449 The visitor

The ragged old man took a big gulp of wine, his cloudy eyes narrowing slightly as he gazed at Li Musheng at the far end of the street below, and said:

"I've heard that this kid has been making quite a name for himself in the martial arts world lately, and has done a lot of earth-shattering things."

The several middle-aged men in brocade robes behind the old man, who were bowing their heads, exchanged glances, and then one of them spoke up:
"This young man is indeed not to be underestimated. Some people in the martial arts world even call him the fourth martial god of the future. The Hidden Killing Pavilion is extremely lucky to have found him as its new leader."

Upon hearing this, the remaining middle-aged men also spoke up, commenting on Li Musheng who had appeared on the street below.

This is also because the Hidden Killing Pavilion has a great influence on Baidi City. As the future leader of the Hidden Killing Pavilion, he has naturally attracted the attention of various forces in Baidi City. Therefore, everyone is familiar with Li Musheng and knows his related deeds like the back of their hand.

Hearing the chatter of the middle-aged men around him, the ragged old man's face clearly showed displeasure. He glanced at them and said:

"They're all a bunch of lackeys, all of them so old, yet they still have the nerve to brag about a junior who's not even twenty. What use is all that martial arts training you've done for so many years?"

Upon hearing this, the group of middle-aged men in brocade robes dared not utter another word.

They were fellow disciples of the Zhenyang Sect, and each had established considerable businesses in Baidi City, earning them a small reputation throughout the Western Desert martial arts world.

However, they are no match for Li Musheng. After all, Li Musheng has an incredible record: he single-handedly destroyed Luoshen Peak, one of the four major sects of the Great Li Jianghu, and also killed a Martial Saint and defeated the Hidden Killing Pavilion's Killing Saint...

These things were unthinkable for them; even the Hidden Killer Saint, who was defeated by Li Musheng, could easily kill them with one hand.

……

"However, this kid has such a great reputation that I can't help but feel itchy to test whether he is really as powerful as the rumors say?"

Just as the middle-aged men remained silent, the ragged old man suddenly spoke to himself.

These words immediately startled the group, who quickly tried to dissuade him.

"Grandmaster Uncle, you mustn't!"

“Grandmaster Uncle, you have been living in seclusion in the sect for a long time and have not heard about the affairs of the martial world. You may think that the rumors about the Eighth Prince of Dali are mostly untrue, but we know that almost 90% of these things are true.”

“That’s right. Just the other day we received definite news that when the Eighth Prince of Dali passed through Huangquan City, he single-handedly captured three Holy Lords of the Huangquan Tribe!”

……

The middle-aged men were truly anxious. Although their grandmaster's martial arts cultivation was unfathomable and far surpassed their own, he was still inevitably slightly inferior to the Killing Saint of the Hidden Killing Pavilion.

Even the Saint of Slaughter was defeated by Li Musheng, so their grandmaster uncle was even less of a match for him.

Moreover, this is still on the territory of the Hidden Killing Pavilion. If this grandmaster makes a rash move and really angers the future leader of the Hidden Killing Pavilion, then they will probably suffer as well.

"They're all a bunch of cowards, no guts!"

Faced with the obstruction of several good-for-nothing juniors from the sect, the ragged old man showed disdain and was furious.

Before he even made a move, these guys were already boosting the morale of others and diminishing the prestige of their grand-uncle. "Grand-uncle, we know you are highly skilled in martial arts, but you came to Baidi City this time with a mission from the sect: to take that genius young man from the Jiang family under your wing."

"If we make a mistake in our fight with the Eighth Prince of Dali, it will be extremely disadvantageous in the upcoming disciple recruitment ceremony."

Seeing that their grandmaster seemed somewhat angry, someone immediately tried to persuade him indirectly about the matter of accepting disciples, urging him not to act rashly for the sake of the sect's overall interests.

Upon hearing this, the ragged old man's initial restless desire gradually subsided, though his expression was clearly not pleasant.

Just then, a voice that seemed extremely out of place rang out in the restaurant:
“Yi Yangzi, it’s been many years since I last saw you. You’re still so timid and indecisive. You haven’t made any progress at all.”

Upon hearing this, the ragged old man turned around and saw two figures already in their restaurant room.

One of them was dressed in a snow-white robe, with flowing silver hair, a fair complexion, and no wrinkles on his face. He seemed to be quite young, but he gave off a sense of gloom and age.

The other person was noticeably more ordinary, dressed in a gray short shirt and straw sandals, with a slightly hunched back and dark skin, looking like an honest and hardworking farmer.

However, when Yi Yangzi saw the two, his eyes narrowed slightly, clearly indicating that he recognized them and that these two were obviously not simple people.

"Immortal Scholar, Mountain Cultivator, you have lived in seclusion away from the martial world for many years. Why are you now willing to leave the mountains?"

Yi Yangzi spoke in a deep voice, while simultaneously gesturing to stop the middle-aged disciples who were about to question the two who had suddenly appeared.

Upon hearing their grandmaster call out the two men's names, the group of middle-aged people's expressions changed drastically, and they immediately fell silent.

Although they did not know the two people in front of them, they had heard of their names. They were both powerful figures who had been famous in the Western Desert martial arts world for a long time. When the other party was roaming the martial arts world, they had not even stepped into the path of martial arts.

At this moment, in response to Yi Yangzi's question, the immortal scholar in white robes smiled slightly and said:
"Brother Yiyang, aren't you asking a question you already know the answer to?"

"Could it be that you've also come for the apprentice recruitment ceremony, and have taken a liking to that genius young man?"

Yi Yangzi frowned, while the dark-skinned mountain farmer sneered and said:
"Otherwise what? Otherwise, do you think I came here to see you, you old codger?"

Upon hearing this, Yi Yangzi's cloudy gaze swept over the two of them, his brows furrowing even deeper, and he said:
"I didn't expect even you two old fogies to join in the fun. I can't even imagine how many monsters and demons will come to Baidi City this time?"

The immortal scholar and the mountain farmer exchanged a glance, then shook their heads and said:

"You can't say that. The Western Desert has finally produced a martial arts genius. How can such a good talent be monopolized by your sects and powerful forces? Naturally, the capable should get it."

The farmer, wearing straw sandals and tilling the mountain, nodded, then, as if no one else was around, sat down at the lavish table in the center of the room, poured himself a cup of wine, and said:

"Moreover, this is a rule established by the six major powers of the Western Desert. Whoever has enough strength and can eventually gain the recognition of the young man from the Jiang family can become his master."

"I have no successor to my skills, so I must give it a try. I can't let this once-in-a-millennium martial arts genius slip by!"

(End of this chapter)