Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 354 Re-entering the Grandmasters' Association, Martial Arts Flourish

Li Xijun traversed mountains and rivers in one stride, his figure reappearing beneath the majestic city walls of the capital, the heart of the Dasheng Dynasty.

however,

Unlike the previous time when he pushed the door open and entered on his own, this time he did not need to announce his arrival or wait.

Almost immediately after he appeared at the gates of the capital,

The Yong'an Gate, the tallest and most magnificent gate standing on the central axis and reserved for the royal family and the most distinguished people, has begun to slowly open.

"Creak—Boom—!"

The heavy, vermilion-lacquered gate with copper studs, as if it had been waiting for a long time, was slowly pushed open with a dull and solemn thud by a group of imperial guards and soldiers who had been standing on both sides in bright armor. This opened the most prestigious passage to the heart of the empire.

All the guards, regardless of their rank, bowed their heads in utmost humility, not daring to even breathe loudly, expressing their deepest reverence for this supreme being of the Great Sheng Dynasty, a being comparable to the emperor, through silent devotion.

Li Xijun remained calm, as if it were all perfectly natural, and stepped into this familiar and majestic city with composed steps.

As they entered the city, a completely different atmosphere from that of Tianjin immediately greeted them.

The main streets of the capital city were still bustling with traffic, lined with shops, and filled with the sounds of vendors calling out their wares, presenting a scene of prosperity, stability, and peace.

The shadow of war seemed far from reaching the heart of the empire's power.

however,

When Li Xijun appeared on the street, the bustling city seemed to be stirred by an invisible pebble, creating ripples all around.

The people, vendors, and pedestrians on both sides of the road, no matter what they were doing, involuntarily stopped the moment their eyes fell on that dark figure.

There were no gasps, no commotion, only a heartfelt, almost instinctive awe and reverence.

People spontaneously made way, lowered their eyes, bowed slightly, or whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with indescribable excitement and honor.

"It's Your Highness! His Highness the True Lord has returned!"

"Heaven blesses our Great Sheng! Now that His Highness has returned to the capital, what fear is there of the western barbarians!"

"Look! That's the Half-King who slew the King of the Seven Angels outside the city a year ago!"

"Such elegance befits a Thunder Tribulation True Lord, sharing the fate of the nation..."

The whispers were filled with praise for Li Xijun's past achievements and absolute confidence in his abilities.

After all, Li Xijun's extraordinary performance at the World's Greatest Martial Arts Tournament had already made him famous throughout the capital.

His awe-inspiring feat of slaying several angel kings of the Seven Gods Church outside the capital a year ago has already been deeply imprinted in the hearts of the people in the capital region through the mouths of storytellers and the rumors of wandering knights.

Meanwhile, many people, watching Li Xijun's departing figure, sighed with感慨 about the unpredictability of life:

"It turns out that when the Ninth Princess, Su Youli, stayed away from the power struggles in the capital, she had the discerning eye to find a true dragon like Li Zhenjun."

"In just a few years, he went from being completely unknown to becoming a Thunder Tribulation True Monarch... Such talent is unheard of!"

"No wonder those eight princes were the talk of the town back then, but in the end they were all sent to remote provinces and exiled far away. Compared to this half-king, what are a few princes?"

"Yes, the Ninth Princess returned a year ago with the power of the White Dragon King, and her strength is unfathomable. Now that this half-ruler who carries the power of the White Dragon King has returned, the matter of ascending the throne should be imminent."

These discussions, like a gentle stream, flowed into Li Xijun's vast spiritual perception.

A slight ripple stirred within him; in the year and a half since they last met, the political landscape of the Great Sheng Dynasty had changed considerably.

The little dragon girl who once needed him to feed her and share his power is now about to become an empress who rules the world.

The old emperor, clinging to life by the power of time, endured this agonizing state, probably because he longed to see himself and Su Youli truly together again before he could feel at ease.

The strongest power comes when authority and strength are combined.

but,

As the myriad messages perceived by divine sense flowed in,

Li Xijun also clearly felt the stark difference in atmosphere between Beijing and Tianjin.

The same news of an impending war between the East and West had created a climate of fear and unease in Tianjin, with the once bustling city now appearing desolate. In contrast, the people of Beijing remained calm and composed.

This stark contrast reminded him of a classic line from the play "Teahouse" in his previous life: "No wonder even a dog has to be born in the capital."

My thoughts wandered freely.

Li Xijun's men, however, had already stopped in front of a familiar building, following his own will.

This is a mansion with an ancient and solemn appearance. Above the gate plaque are large characters with strong and elegant strokes, which contain the true meaning of martial arts.

It was an organization that gathered the nation's top martial arts masters and was established to explore the future and break free from constraints.

————Grandmasters' Gathering!

Li Xijun's figure reappeared in front of the ancient and solemn gate of the National Martial Arts Masters Association after a long absence.

however,

This is completely different from the last time when a master of marrow cleansing had to announce the arrival at the entrance before three martial arts saints of boxing intent came out to greet us—

As soon as he appeared, the two heavy doors were completely opened.

Inside the door,

Led by the guild leader Dugu Bo, followed closely by the leader of the Junzijian Alliance, Yue, and Ao Jinshan, and then all the Blood Transformation Martial Saints in the capital, as well as some senior Marrow Cleansing Masters, were already lined up to wait, a dark mass, far exceeding the number of people in the past.

Everyone, no matter how unruly and powerful they were in normal times, was solemn at this moment, their eyes filled with heartfelt awe and respect.

When Li Xijun's gaze swept over them, some people even unconsciously lowered their heads further.

"Welcome, True Lord!" the crowd greeted in unison, their voices loud yet revealing an undisguised sense of restraint.

Seeing this, Li Xijun maintained his calm smile, quickly stepped forward, and cupped his hands to the three people standing at the front: Dugu Bo, Yue Bufan, and Ao Jinshan, saying:

"President Dugu, Alliance Leader Yue, Senior Ao, fellow practitioners, there is no need for such formalities."

His attitude remained humble, as if he were still the same junior who needed guidance from his seniors.

however,

It’s different in the past.

The more humble and easygoing he was, the more awe-inspiring Dugu Bo and the others became, and they dared not be negligent in the slightest.

"You flatter me, My Lord!"

Dugu Bo quickly returned the greeting, his tone extremely solemn.

"The True Lord is a pillar of the nation, and the Thunder Tribulation True Lord is a person we rely on. Your presence at our gathering is an unparalleled honor for us; how could we dare to be disrespectful?"

Yue Bufan and Ao Jinshan echoed each other, their attitudes extremely respectful.

They knew that the young man before them was no longer the exceptionally talented martial arts prodigy he once was, but a towering figure who could decide the life and death of anyone present, and even the entire future of the Great Sheng martial arts world, with a flick of his finger.

The other party may be mindful of past relationships and show courtesy, but if they do not know when to advance and retreat, then they are courting death.

"True Lord, please!" Dugu Bo stepped aside, making an inviting gesture.

The group of people surrounded Li Xijun as they walked through the front yard and into the familiar backyard hall.

The furnishings in the hall were also quite different from before.

The three main armchairs that were originally placed side by side are gone. In their place is a single, larger armchair made of rosewood with more antique and majestic carvings, which is placed high at the head of the hall.

On either side below him were the seats for Dugu Bo, Yue Bufan, Ao Jinshan, and several other martial arts masters of the highest rank.

"True Lord, please take a seat." Dugu Bo bowed and said.

Li Xijun's gaze swept over the unique chair, then looked at the crowd standing respectfully below. He knew that this was a manifestation of status and power, and that declining would only seem hypocritical.

He nodded slightly, said no more, and calmly walked to the seat of honor and sat down.

Seeing him sit down, Dugu Bo and the others seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. According to their rank, they carefully sat down in their respective seats at the lower end, their backs straight, like disciples listening to instruction.

After everyone was seated, a waiter served fragrant tea. Li Xijun took a sip, set down his teacup, and looked calmly at Dugu Bo, saying:

"Senior Dugu, I was deeply grateful for the [Drunken Immortal Wine] you once gifted me, which helped me to concentrate my sword intent. I have always remembered this kindness. I hope you have not forgotten your entrustment to me to explore the path of martial arts."

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo and the others were immediately invigorated, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

They knew that since Li Xijun had come and said such things, it was definitely not just to reminisce about the past.

Li Xijun continued, "I have come here today to ask Senior Du and all the fellow practitioners present here for a favor."

"Please give your orders, True Lord! We will do anything to save you!" Dugu Bo immediately stood up, clasped his hands in response, and the other Martial Saints also stood up, expressing their willingness to serve him.

"There's no need to be so nervous."

Li Xijun smiled slightly, raised his hand in a gesture of gesturing for everyone to sit down.

"It's nothing dangerous. I just hope that you all will use your connections and channels to spread this message to all corners of the world and inform all those who are interested in martial arts."

He paused, then announced clearly:

"In the near future, when Her Highness the Ninth Princess ascends the throne, all those at the peak of the Blood Exchange Realm, and even those who have condensed their fist intent, regardless of their location or sect, are requested to adjust their blood and fist intent and maintain them in their peak and most harmonious state."

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent!

Everyone was stunned.

immediately,

An uncontrollable surge of excitement and ecstasy erupted in their eyes like a volcano!

They were not fools. Although Li Xijun's words were cryptic, given his current level of understanding and strength, the profound meaning behind them was almost obvious.

Is this...is this about publicly preaching?

On the day the new emperor ascends the throne, will he pave the way for all martial saints in the world?

"Half...True Lord! You...you mean..." Dugu Bo's voice trembled, and he was so excited that he was almost incoherent.

He had spent his entire life searching, trapped in the realm of martial arts mastery, unable to make any progress. Now, the light of hope had suddenly descended upon him.

Li Xijun looked at him and the faces below, flushed with excitement, and nodded firmly: "At that time, fate will take its course."

That's enough.

"Quickly! Spread this message to every state and province as quickly as possible, and to all the martial saints we know!" Dugu Bo almost roared as he ordered his disciples.

"Notify the Bashu branch!"

Send a message to Lingnan!

"Inform the East China Sea..."

In an instant, the entire backstage area of ​​the Grandmasters Association was bustling with activity, and orders were being rapidly disseminated. It was foreseeable that this news would sweep through the entire Dasheng martial arts world like a storm in a very short time.

After dealing with all this, Dugu Bo, Yue Bufan, and Ao Jinshan exchanged glances and quickly ordered someone to bring over the wine cups that had been prepared beforehand. All the martial saints present raised their cups in unison.

The three leaders, including Dugu Bo, walked to the center of the hall, faced Li Xijun, and bowed deeply in utmost respect.

"Lord Li, your kindness is beyond words! We, on behalf of all martial artists, raise a toast to you!"

This time, Li Xijun did not humbly decline.

He rose calmly, accepted the wine glass offered by the waiter, and glanced at the elderly men before him who had wasted half their lives on martial arts and now finally saw hope. He said serenely:

May the martial arts of my Great Sheng Dynasty flourish forever.

After saying this, he drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

Then, he flipped his wrist so the glass was upside down, and not a drop of wine was left.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Bo and the others completely dispelled their last doubts and were so excited that tears welled up in their eyes. They all drank the wine in their cups and also turned their cups upside down!

(End of this chapter)