Martial Arts: Starting with Upgrading the Dilapidated Temple

Chapter 85 Prodigy from Another World

Xu Hao stopped wasting words and took a bold step forward.

He moved with lightness, his shoes lightly touching the lake surface a few times, creating only a few barely perceptible ripples, before silently skimming towards the shore.

The moment their feet touched the ground, the sounds of fierce fighting in the forest grew even clearer.

Xu Hao suppressed his inner energy and disappeared into the lush foliage, following the sound as he approached.

He looked down at the open space below.

Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, the two groups were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.

The few on the left were wearing light blue short jackets with cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, while the few on the right were dressed in green outfits with small mountains embroidered on the chests.

What alarmed Xu Hao was not how fiercely they fought, but the age of this group of people.

He was at most eighteen or nineteen years old, and the fuzz on his lips hadn't even completely disappeared.

But these young lads, with their movements, their tendons and fascia resonated, and their blood and qi surged forth, revealing that they were all at the Yi Jin realm!

"Hand over the Blood Spirit Ginseng! My Xiangyun Sect discovered it first!" A young man in a light blue short-sleeved shirt swept his opponent away with a single sword strike, causing the opponent to stagger back three steps.

"Bullshit! Rare treasures belong to the capable. What is your Xiangyun Sect? How dare you compete with my Qingshan Sect for a hundred-year-old Blood Spirit Ginseng?" The young man in the green-clad outfit sneered, and with a backhand strike, the palm wind was accompanied by a muffled sound of air being torn apart, revealing his extremely powerful physique.

Xu Hao squatted on the tree branch, staring at it so intently he clenched his teeth.

In Shengzhou, a peak-level Yi Jin Jing cultivator can gather a group of men to become one of the Twelve Bandits, and wherever he goes, he'll be called "Master".

Any one of these young punks could roam freely in Shengzhou.

Moreover, these people's moves are very sophisticated.

Their ability to advance and retreat with measured steps, and to exert their power with penetrating insight, is far superior to the unorthodox methods that the Shengzhou masters honed through countless trials and tribulations.

This is a foundation built from a complete martial arts tradition, nurtured by the practice of drinking medicine from a young age.

Xu Hao's gaze passed over the fighting crowd and landed on a blue stone.

Lying quietly on it is a ginseng root that is as red as blood, with thick roots, radiating a rich and tempting aura.

A century-old Blood Spirit Ginseng.

Xu Hao swallowed.

In Shengzhou, let alone a hundred-year-old one, even a fifty-year-old one could make a group of pirates beat their brains out of shape.

Where exactly is this place?

The place where the Martial Ancestor passed on his legacy?

What about Luo Tianheng and the pirates who were forced to enter?

Xu Hao was a little unsure.

Below, the young man from the Xiangyun Sect roared angrily.

"Form the formation! Even if we have to chop up all these Green Mountain Sect scum, we won't give up the Blood Spirit Ginseng!"

"You think you can be invincible just because you've learned a little bit of the Cloud and Water Sword Technique? Junior brothers, attack! We don't care if you live or die!"

On the open ground below, the battle situation was changing rapidly.

The young man leading the Green Mountain Sect snorted coldly and changed his stance.

The disciples in green and tight-fitting clothes behind him immediately understood. Their figures intertwined, and their blood and qi resonated strangely, becoming one.

"Layer upon layer of green mountains!"

The young man roared and, drawing upon the vital energy from his fellow disciples behind him, unleashed a palm strike.

The palm strike was as heavy as a mountain, shattering the blue sword light of the young leader of the Xiangyun Sect.

The boy screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily into the tree trunk, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Senior brother!" The remaining disciples of Xiangyun Sect panicked and quickly stepped forward to lift the person up.

"With your Xiangyun Sect's weak and feeble sword techniques, you dare to compete with us in the Cloud Hidden Secret Realm?" The young man from the Green Mountain Sect stepped forward, grabbed the Blood Spirit Ginseng from the bluestone, and said with disdain, "This secret realm only opens once every twenty years, and is exclusively for disciples of various sects in the Yi Jin Realm to train. When has your Xiangyun Sect ever failed to come out on top? Haven't you learned your lesson?"

The young man from the Xiangyun Sect clutched his chest, gritting his teeth: "Don't be so smug! The Chenhuang Continent isn't just dominated by your Qingshan Sect. We'll remember this, just you wait and see!"

"We're ready anytime." The young man from the Green Mountain Sect tossed the Blood Spirit Ginseng in his hand and laughed wildly at the retreating figures of the Auspicious Cloud Sect members. "Although the Chenhuang Continent is full of sects, it's certainly not up to our Green Mountain Sect to dominate, but dealing with a bunch of trash like you is more than enough!"

In the shade of the tree canopy, Xu Hao's eyebrows were raised high beneath his mask.

Hidden Cloud Realm? The Desolate Continent? A place teeming with sects?

These few arrogant curses, when they reached Xu Hao's ears, pieced together an extremely startling piece of information.

The Chenhuang Continent that these people talk about has no trace of imperial power or government; it is entirely a world dominated by sects.

Xu Hao stroked his chin, his mind racing.

There is absolutely no such place on the Tianqing Continent ruled by the Daheng Dynasty.

Recalling the ancient legend Chen Yuanzhi had mentioned earlier, the Martial Ancestor, upon becoming a god, shattered the void, breaking the Vast World into several smaller worlds—

An outrageous guess emerged.

They were thrown into someone else's secret realm by the spatial vortex when the Sea King's Tomb collapsed!

"Senior brother, this Blood Spirit Ginseng is of excellent quality. It can be exchanged for a lot of contribution points if we bring it back to the sect." Below, a disciple of the Green Mountain Sect leaned forward, drooling as he looked at the Blood Spirit Ginseng.

"Look at you, so pathetic." The young man stuffed the Blood Spirit Ginseng into his robes. "Hurry up and meditate. The secret realm has just opened; there are tons of good stuff. We only get to come in once in our lives, so we need to grab as much as we can—"

The young man from the Green Mountain Sect stuffed the Blood Spirit Ginseng into his robes and was about to call on his fellow disciples to continue looting.

Beep—

A sharp, bone whistle suddenly pierced the forest, startling a flock of birds.

The young man's expression changed, then he was overjoyed: "It's Senior Brother Zhao's rallying cry! He must have discovered a great opportunity, let's go!"

Several disciples dressed in light green quickly got up, abandoned the herbs they were picking, and followed the young man as he ran down the mountain.

Xu Hao squatted on a tree branch, his eyes narrowing behind his mask.

"A great opportunity?"

He wanted to see what opportunity could be greater than the Hundred-Year Blood Spirit Ginseng.

With a sudden burst of power from his nimble cat-like steps, his figure transformed into a silent black shadow, hovering far behind the group of people, close to the treetops.

They followed him all the way to an open area in the valley.

Pushing aside a cluster of broad leaves, Xu Hao looked down from his vantage point.

With just one glance, his pupils, hidden beneath the mask, suddenly contracted.

Dozens of people were lying haphazardly on the open ground below.

The twelve bandit leaders who entered the Sea King's Tomb in Shengzhou are now all prisoners being kept in captivity.

The Blood Bone Alliance's Electric Serpent Sun, whose proud poisonous blood energy was completely shattered, had his right leg bent at an odd angle.

Lang Fantian of the Kuanglang Gang, whose nine-ringed broadsword, which he never let go of, was broken into three pieces, and a large part of his chest was caved in.

The mistress of the Mist-Hidden Fleet, who usually pays the most attention to appearances, now has disheveled hair and half of her face covered in mud and blood.

The most miserable one was Salt Iron Hand from the Salt and Iron Society.

At this moment, his proud, dark blue palms were pinned to the ground by two specially made collarbones, and he would twitch in pain with the slightest movement.

Xu Hao squatted on the tree branch, staring at it with his teeth chattering.

These once-powerful figures, who roamed Shengzhou with impunity and disregarded even the imperial navy, are now completely subdued.

The ones stepping on their heads weren't some three-headed, six-armed old monster, but a group of young disciples dressed in various sect robes, their fuzz still fresh on their lips.

What's even more outrageous is that all of these young people are at the Yi Jin Jing level.