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Chapter 100: A Life Story
Madness!

Gao Mingchuan felt his heart pounding and the veins on his forehead throbbing.

For the sake of his children and grandchildren's future, he could swallow his pride and humbly beg for help. However, his pride as a martial artist made it impossible for him to endure such humiliation.

How dare you look down on me like that, you brat?

They treated him as if he didn't exist.

Gao Mingchuan has been famous for many years, and even Huo Chengkun wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

A mere lad in his early twenties, who had only broken through to the sixth rank three months ago, didn't take him seriously at all.

it is good!
very good!

A cold glint flashed in Gao Mingchuan's eyes. Originally, he had planned to just go through the motions, let the water slide, and achieve a draw, so as not to hurt the boy's face or damage his own reputation.

Now, he changed his mind and decided to teach the kid a lesson so he would know his methods.

"Then I'm coming!"

At this moment, Chen Ming also made his move, using the common move "Green Pine Welcoming Guests".

Gao Mingchuan suddenly had two short knives in his hands. Seizing an opening, he twisted them with his backhand. The speed of the knife was incredibly fast, and it looked like it was about to snatch the weapons from Gao Mingchuan's hands.

"it is good!"

Suddenly, Chen Ming shouted "Cheer!" and with a quick movement, he dodged Chen Ming's precise and ruthless grip.

Gao Mingchuan was somewhat surprised; this kid did have some skills.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a scorching heat rushed straight to my face.

"what?"

He felt a chill run down his spine; the power of that sword strike made him realize he had encountered a formidable opponent. In his haste, he dared not take it head-on and, without thinking, rolled away, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Just as Gao Mingchuan was about to stand up, Chen Ming's second sword strike arrived.

This sword strike sealed off all his escape routes.

The scorching true energy contained within the sword shocked him to the extreme. This was clearly an extremely advanced internal energy technique, probably the direct descendant of a major sect.

Now, Gao Mingchuan had no way to avoid it. He raised his twin swords and used all his strength to block the attack.

A loud clang rang out.

Chen Ming felt a tremendous force surge towards him, and he was thrown back, involuntarily retreating more than ten meters before stopping.

He thought to himself, "Such profound skill. It's still not advisable to fight him head-on."

Just as he was about to attack again, he suddenly heard Gao Mingchuan say, "Brother, your swordsmanship is superb. I humbly admit defeat."

what?
Are you giving up now?
Chen Ming was surprised, and then a notification popped up in front of him: [You have defeated a level 47 enemy and gained 5000 experience points.]

Five thousand points is a pleasant surprise. That means defeating twenty level 47 opponents will net you one hundred thousand points.

Gao Mingchuan also became much more pleasing to his eye; the old man was quite sensible.

Chen Ming said, "Old Gao is too modest. Your skill is profound, far beyond my reach."

Gao Mingchuan's face twitched, inwardly furious, thinking he was being mocked. He said nothing more, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect, and turned to leave.

……

The Gao family mansion, with its high walls and deep courtyards, was much more imposing than the Chen family mansion.

This is the foundation of a family, which requires time to accumulate.

In the study in the backyard, a handsome young man paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, glancing out the door every now and then.

There was a middle-aged man sitting next to him, looking calm. "Hao'er, sit down. It's precisely at times like these that we must not rush. Your grandfather is personally taking action; I think that man surnamed Chen will give us face."

"Yes, father."

Gao Chenghao sat back down, but his face was flushed with anxiety, and he was unable to calm down.

It's no wonder he was so anxious. An opportunity to become a disciple of a third-rank expert was right in front of him, and if he missed it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

He was exceptionally talented from a young age, standing out among the younger generation in Qingfeng City. He was particularly gifted in swordsmanship.

A year ago, he broke through to the seventh rank. He originally planned to go to Jiangzhou after the New Year to become a disciple of a fourth-rank sword master.

Unexpectedly, news spread that two Rank 3 experts wanted to take him as a disciple. He was overjoyed.

What an incredible opportunity it is to become a disciple of a third-rank expert!

Gao Chenghao immediately went to sign up, confident that with his talent, he would definitely be noticed by Senior Jin Dao.

As a result, they didn't even qualify for the registration.

He was shocked and furious. After inquiring, he learned that the person in charge of registration was Chen Ming, who was younger than him but had already broken through to the sixth rank.

This Chen Ming is notoriously narrow-minded. It's likely that a few months ago, when he visited his grandfather, his grandfather refused to see him, and Chen Ming harbored resentment. He then tried to sabotage his own opportunity.

Gao Chenghao had no choice but to beg his grandfather.

Grandfather asked many people to plead with the Chen family on his behalf, but Chen Ming remained unmoved. Having no other option, Grandfather had to personally go to find Chen Ming.

Fearing that Chen Ming would refuse to see them, they went to his door that night.

Gao Chenghao could only wait for news at home, and he was so anxious that he couldn't sit still.

Suddenly, he caught sight of a figure outside the door and stood up excitedly, exclaiming, "They're here!"

Gao's father also saw it and got up to go out to greet him, which showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Soon, the father and son realized something was wrong; the figure outside seemed to be walking unsteadily.

"grandfather!"

"Father!" At this moment, the person outside finally entered the room. It was Gao Mingchuan. His face was flushed red, and suddenly he coughed up a mouthful of black blood and collapsed into his son's arms.

The two were utterly shocked. "Father (Grandpa), who hurt you?"

After spitting out blood, Gao Mingchuan's face turned from red to white. He grabbed his son's wrist tightly and said weakly, "Don't make a sound... From now on, you must never provoke that Chen... Chen Ming... Help me... sit down..."

The Gao family father and son looked on incredulously when they heard his words.

Could it be that he was actually injured by Chen Ming?
Shocked, the two hurriedly helped Gao Mingchuan sit down. He sat cross-legged, circulating his internal energy to heal his injuries, and his complexion gradually began to improve.

……

The Gao family father and son kept watch in the study all night, until dawn, when Gao Mingchuan finally finished his practice and woke up.

"Dad, are you okay?"

Gao Mingchuan sighed, "I'm afraid it will take ten days to half a month to fully recover."

The father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Father, were you really injured by that Chen Ming?"

A complex emotion flashed in Gao Mingchuan's eyes. "The domineering power of this boy's true energy is something I have never seen before in my life. He is probably a direct descendant of a major sect. This kid is really good at hiding his true abilities."

Last night, he only exchanged one blow with Chen Mingbang, and that fiery true energy invaded his meridians. In fact, if he had immediately circulated his internal energy to expel it, it would have only taken half an hour. He wouldn't be in such a sorry state.

He was too ashamed to stay at the Chen residence, so he forced himself to return home and circulated his inner energy, which caused him to suffer internal injuries.

Gao Mingchuan practiced the most ordinary cultivation method, and naturally, the true qi he cultivated was also the most ordinary. Compared to a seventh-grade martial artist, its power was extraordinary, easily overwhelming them.

However, the quality of this true energy is far inferior to even first-rate techniques, let alone a peerless divine skill like the "Blazing Sun Divine Skill".

His cultivation technique could only be cultivated to the fourth rank at most, which was at the bottom of the second-rate techniques. However, even with such a technique, he treasured it as if it were a priceless gem.

You should know that many people never manage to obtain a seventh-rank item in their entire lives, wasting their lives in the process.

Only when one reaches the sixth rank does one realize how vast the gap is between a low-level martial artist and a direct descendant of a major sect—it's practically an insurmountable chasm.

Gao Mingchuan grabbed Gao Chenghao's wrist. "Hao'er, you must succeed in becoming a disciple of Senior Golden Knife this time. The future of the Gao family rests entirely on your shoulders!"

Gao Chenghao felt his blood boiling. "Grandpa, I will definitely live up to your expectations!"

After a while, Gao Mingchuan suddenly said, "There's one more thing. Spread the word that I went to Chen Ming last night to ask him to help Hao'er get a spot in the competition."

Gao Chenghao said in surprise, "Grandpa, you mean..."

"I suppose I wasn't the only one who got the cold shoulder from Chen Ming back then?"

……

…………

After daybreak, the enrollment work was in full swing at Shili Pavilion.

At the city gate tower, Zhao Shouchang, dressed in a blue robe, stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the long queue, and smiled faintly, "I didn't expect this kid to make such a big fuss."

Behind him stood two people, a man and a woman, dressed in blue; they were two fifth-rank captains.

Their official rank was fifth grade, and both of them were at the peak of the fourth grade in terms of cultivation.

Judging from their ages, they were both in their thirties.

Li Guangjie snorted, "He's just borrowing the influence of two third-rank experts. Without the cooperation of Guanglong Trading Company, what could a mere sixth-rank expert like him possibly do?"

Du Caiyue, standing beside him, said sarcastically, "What, are you jealous? That's right, he comes from an ordinary background, just like you. He even broke through to the sixth rank at a few years younger than you. Naturally, you can't stand him no matter what."

Li Guangjie sneered and did not refute.

He knew that for every word he said, Du Caiyue would retort with ten. The wisest course of action was to remain silent.

Zhao Shouchang ignored his two subordinates' bickering and said, "With so many martial artists gathered in Qingfeng City, the Blood Demon Sect will inevitably make their move sooner or later. You need to keep a close eye on them."

"Yes."

The two men solemnly agreed.

As they were talking, a white figure came up the stairs. This person was graceful and walked without any airs of worldly affairs. His clothes were spotless and he carried a long sword on his back.

Her face was covered by a veil, obscuring her features, except for a pair of ethereal eyes that now exuded a hint of murderous intent. "Zhao Shouchang, where did you lure my master?"

She was not afraid at all, even when facing a third-rank admiral.

Li Guangjie's face darkened, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, and he shouted, "How dare you disrespect the Admiral!"

Du Caiyue also had a gloomy expression, waiting for Zhao Shouchang's order to capture these people.

Zhao Shouchang waved his hand and said, "You can go down first."

"Yes."

The two immediately withdrew, both knowing that with the adult's strength, this disciple of the Heavenly Dao Alliance could not harm him.

After the two left, Zhao Shouchang remained calm. "Miss Su, I can only tell you that your master has gone to deal with a formidable enemy. He didn't tell you for your own good. With your strength, going there would only be a burden to your master."

The murderous aura in the white-clad woman's eyes gradually faded, and she said calmly, "Lord Zhao, you have quite the methods. However, you probably don't know that the Blood Demon Sect has sent a demon prince this time. With your master not here, you will have to deal with him alone."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left.

Demon Child?

Zhao Shouchang's eyes flickered slightly.

In the Longevity Cult, a "Demon Child" generally refers to someone who has received the true teachings of demonic arts, and whose cultivation level is generally no higher than the first rank. Those who surpass the first rank can be called Demon Lords.

There are often several, or even a dozen, such demonic offspring in a generation, and only the one who survives can obtain the complete demonic power.

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