Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 109 I am willing to risk my life to learn from the Martial Saint's methods!

Why would a sect leader pay attention to an ordinary disciple?

This question arose in the minds of everyone in the hall.

It should be understood that in front of a Martial Saint, even a master of the Visceral Organ Realm is not worth mentioning, let alone a disciple of the Martial Arts Hall who is not even at the Visceral Organ Realm.

Only Headmaster Feng and Wang He remained calm. After discovering that Mo Zheng had grasped the essence of the art, the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall immediately reported it to the sect leader and the Cold Sword Martial Saint.

Reporting such a gifted disciple would be a great achievement, but failing to do so would be a serious offense.

"Are you Mo Zheng?"

The sect leader spoke up, his tone even gentler. He scrutinized the somewhat reserved young man before him, his eyes filled with a hint of scrutiny.

"Yes, Sect Master," Mo Zheng said cautiously.

"metropolitan!"

Just then, a man dressed as a Confucian scholar from the aristocratic faction suddenly spoke up, saying, "This disciple has important matters to report."

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"Oh?"

The sect leader's attention was entirely on Mo Zheng, and he didn't turn around at all. He simply said calmly, "Since you have something to say, then speak."

Mo Zheng's heart tightened, for the person who stood up was none other than Wei Liujiang.

Sure enough, the man said, "I am writing to the sect leader to accuse Mo Zheng, a disciple of the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall. During the qualification assessment, he ignored my objections and killed Kong Yi, another disciple, on the spot, beheading him with a single sword stroke. This is an heinous crime of killing fellow disciples. I hope the sect leader will handle this matter impartially."

Feng Shanzhang was caught off guard by Wei Liujiang's sudden attack and his expression changed immediately.

Even the usually indifferent Wang He couldn't help but frown.

If the sect leader listens to Wei Liujiang's slander, then there will be big trouble.

The Martial Saint's decision is unchangeable; as for geniuses, a dead genius is no longer a genius.

Headmaster Feng hurriedly explained, "Sect Master, that's not it, it's them—"

Unexpectedly, the sect leader gently raised his hand to interrupt him, saying, "Feng Yuanzhen, don't say it. I want to hear this little guy say it himself."

"this----"

Headmaster Feng hesitated for a moment, but could only respectfully agree.

"Why kill the disciples who are being assessed?" the sect leader asked.

"For the sake of clear thinking," Mo Zheng replied frankly.

For someone like him, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant, even if he possessed telekinesis.

So he couldn't be bothered to lie, since quite a few people had witnessed the incident that day, and he simply told them his true thoughts.

Why are my thoughts not clear?

"Because that disciple Kong Yi, under the guise of the assessment, deliberately killed Shi Liyan, a disciple of the Martial Arts Hall, and also relied on his strength to seriously injure several other disciples. The disciple was furious and decided to take advantage of the assessment to avenge his fellow disciples and vent his anger."

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Mo Zheng said solemnly, "Since he dared to kill someone under the guise of the assessment, let's let him taste what it's like to be killed!"

Upon hearing this, Wei Liujiang sneered and said, "Sect Master, did you hear that? This kid himself admitted that he deliberately killed his fellow disciple to vent his anger."

"No, Sect Master, please don't listen—"

"Um?"

Headmaster Feng spoke again, but was interrupted by the sect leader once more.

"Do you know what crime it is to kill your fellow disciples?" he asked Mo Zheng.

"An eye for an eye, a life for a life."

"Then you still dare to kill someone?"

"I have a clear conscience."

Mo Zheng's tone was calm. He had a clear conscience in avenging Shi Liyan, especially since Kong Yi had committed the wrong first.

"Then I sentence you to death to pay for Kong Yi's life. Do you accept that?" the sect leader asked expressionlessly.

"Disciple is not convinced."

Mo Zheng said firmly, "This disciple has done nothing wrong. If the sect leader intends to take this disciple's life, even if I am no match for him, this disciple will not surrender!"

"I'd like to see how you're going to disobey."

A hint of killing intent flashed in the eyes of this martial saint, and the temperature in the entire Qiankun Palace immediately dropped sharply.

Wei Liujiang was overjoyed, and the disciples from other aristocratic families also looked on with anticipation. However, the people from the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall were as anxious as ants on a hot pan. With the Martial Saint present, no one dared to act rashly.

Seeing this, Mo Zheng said without hesitation, "I am willing to risk my life to experience the Martial Saint's skills!"

With that, he reached up and touched his waist, and a long sword gleaming with a cold blue light appeared in his hand.

Why should a man be afraid of life and death?

If you want my life, even a martial saint would have to come and take it personally.

call----

A sudden gust of wind swept through the entire Qiankun Palace, and an astonishing sword intent burst forth from Mo Zheng's body.

Everyone present was greatly shocked by the terrifying sword intent.

"The essence of martial arts!"

"It's the sword intent of a raging storm!"

"This kid—this kid actually grasped the essence of martial arts!"

The other martial arts hall members exclaimed in surprise, looking at Mo Zheng as if he were a monster. None of them had expected that such a young fellow would comprehend the essence of martial arts!

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The disciples of Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall were also extremely shocked, but what shocked them was not the Gale Sword Intent, but that Mo Zheng actually dared to draw his sword, dared to draw his sword in front of a Martial Saint?!

How is this any different from an old man eating arsenic?

Even those from aristocratic families exchanged bewildered glances. To dare draw a sword in front of a martial saint—this kid must have a death wish. No wonder he dared to kill Kong Yi.

"How dare you!"

Wei Liujiang was secretly pleased with himself, thinking that young people are easily provoked. However, he put on an angry face and shouted, "How dare you draw your sword in front of the sect leader! This is a great crime of disrespect. Sect leader, punish this boy for both crimes. He should be cut in half at the waist."

"Young people are indeed a bit too hasty."

The sect leader shook his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said, "You still want to risk your life to experience the methods of a Martial Saint? Wei Liujiang, you're right, this little guy is indeed bold."

"However—I like it very much."

He laughed as he spoke and gently patted Mo Zheng's shoulder.

This sudden turn of events left everyone present completely dumbfounded.

"The sect leader—"

"He said he really liked it?"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Just now they were shouting for war, so why did they suddenly like it?

Especially the elders like Headmaster Feng, who were very clear about the sect leader's temperament. He seemed gentle, but in reality, he was ruthless and decisive. Even if a master of the Internal Organs Realm from the Hun Tian Sect made a mistake, he would kill him without hesitation.

But now, you actually like Mo Zheng's disrespect?

"ah----"

Mo Zheng was also stunned by the other party's sudden intimate gesture; he had really been prepared to risk his life.

After all, he didn't know what this Martial Saint was thinking. Who knew if he would side with Wei Liujiang and the others and try to kill him?

Within the Qiankun Palace, experts from the Huntian Sect were everywhere. With his strength, he didn't even need the other party to make a move; the others would be more than capable of taking him down.

Rather than die like this, I'd rather die at the hands of a Martial Saint and see what the peak of martial arts really looks like.

"Little guy, don't risk your life so easily. If you want to reach the pinnacle of martial arts, the first thing you need to learn is how to protect yourself. Only by surviving can you become stronger."

The sect leader smiled and said to Mo Zheng, "Besides, I really like the phrase 'having a clear conscience'."

After saying that, he walked directly up to the platform and sat down in a chair.

"metropolitan!"

Wei Liujiang was unwilling and was about to speak, but the sect leader glared at him.

boom!

Instantly, an invisible force slammed down on the opponent. Wei Liujiang instinctively tried to resist, but before he could even unleash his Thunderous Intent, he was sent flying backward in full view of everyone. He spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and crashed heavily to the ground, immediately losing consciousness.

The entire Qiankun Palace fell into complete silence in an instant.

Mo Zheng stared at the fallen Wei Liujiang, his hair standing on end. He then silently put the Hearing Sword into his treasure pouch.

With just a glance, he instantly killed Wei Liujiang, a master of the Internal Organs Realm who controlled the Thunder Intent. With his meager cultivation, how could he possibly expect to experience the methods of a Martial Saint?

He looked at all the members of the Hun Tian Sect below the stage and said with a smile, "Everyone, you are all the youngest and most talented disciples of my Hun Tian Sect. Tomorrow is the Haotian Secret Realm assessment. I wish you all good luck and the opportunity to obtain the Visceral Realm or even become a Martial Saint. This may be very difficult, but since you have come this far, you have an opportunity that others cannot reach."

"I hope that one of you will become a Martial Saint and one day sit in my position."

His words seemed to contain a strange power that involuntarily infected people.

All the disciples present were immediately filled with excitement.

The opportunity to become a Martial Saint lies within the Haotian Secret Realm.

And they will set off towards these opportunities tomorrow!

The sect leader looked at the excited faces of his young disciples, smiled slightly, said nothing more, and got up to go into the hall.

As for the matter of Mo Zheng and Wei Liujiang, he didn't mention it again, as if it had never happened.

However, Wei Liujiang lying on the ground was, in a sense, the very thing he had done.

The moment the sect leader walked out of the Qiankun Hall, the entire hall immediately erupted in commotion, with even a group of experts at the Visceral Realm gathering together to discuss the matter.

"The sect leader is simply too powerful—"

"Indeed, I have met other Martial Saints, but the feeling brought by the Sect Master is the strongest, as if he were a true immortal god."

"The realm of a Martial Saint... I wonder if we'll ever have a chance to reach it."

Everyone was excitedly exchanging ideas, after all, Martial Saints rarely appear in public, and even those at the Visceral Realm don't all have the opportunity to see a Martial Saint.

"Junior Brother Mo, you're amazing! You actually dared to draw your sword in front of the Sect Master?"

"You actually dare to challenge a Martial Saint!"

"How audacious! How incredibly audacious! Just look at what will happen to Uncle-Master Wei Liujiang!"

At the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, many disciples were expressing their astonishment at Mo Zheng. Given the sect leader's imposing presence, they felt their legs tremble even just standing there, let alone drawing their swords.

Mo Zheng could only smile bitterly. Did he want to draw his sword? It was just that Zong's acting was too good. He really thought he was going to kill him, so he might as well fight. Who knew he was just being teased?

"Don't fight!" A clear, cold female voice suddenly rang out.

The surrounding area immediately quieted down.

Everyone looked closely and saw a middle-aged woman with an ordinary face, a thin figure, carrying a long sword on her back, giving people an extremely cold feeling.

"Junior Sister Xiao Ling."

Headmaster Feng and Wang He both stepped forward to greet them.

"Senior Brother Feng, Senior Sister Wang He, the sect leader has ordered me to take Mo Zheng to see him." Xiao Ling looked at Mo Zheng, a slight smile appearing on her cold face.

She had tested Mo Zheng a few months ago, and at that time, his performance showed that he had only grasped a trace of the essence of martial arts.

Unexpectedly, in just a few short months, he completely mastered the martial arts realm. Such a speed of cultivation is unmatched in the entire Great Yan.

This also means that the other party will soon become a newly promoted master of the Visceral Realm.

A master at the Internal Organs Realm of eighteen years old is a remarkable achievement. No one can say for sure how far he will grow in the future.

If he obtains the opportunity to become a Martial Saint in the Haotian Secret Realm, he is very likely to become the ruler of the Huntian Sect in the future.

"Yes, I will obey the sect leader's command."

Feng Shanzhang respectfully responded and instructed, "Don't fight. Quickly go with your Martial Aunt Xiao Ling. Remember, don't impulsively draw your sword again. The sect leader isn't always this good-tempered. He has already tolerated you a lot."

"Yes, Headmaster."

Although Mo Zheng was puzzled as to why the other party wanted to see him, he still quickly stepped forward.

In the rear hall, the sect leader, dressed in white robes, sat there, brewing tea.

A small incense burner sat before him, from which wisps of white smoke rose, emitting a faint fragrance.

As soon as Mo Zheng entered, he smelled this special fragrance, and immediately felt all his distracting thoughts disappear, and his mind became extremely calm.

"Sit down."

When the sect leader saw Mo Zheng, an interest immediately appeared in his eyes.

He had heard this name from Xiao Ling before, and at the time he just thought that the other party was indeed quite talented, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Throughout his long life, he had witnessed far too many geniuses, but most of them perished in the Visceral Realm, and very few were able to become Martial Saints.

However, this little guy in front of him was different from the others. He dared to draw his sword at him on their first meeting.

Mo Zheng noticed the other person's gaze, and sat very still, not daring to move an inch.

"You little rascal, no wonder you've cultivated so quickly. You comprehended telekinesis at the age of eighteen. So you're a bloodline martial artist."

The sect leader exclaimed, "Such strong mental power, truly a blessing."

Mo Zheng was stunned.

"He—he discovered my telekinesis!"

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Mo Zheng was stunned. He never expected that the secret he had kept hidden for so many years would be revealed by the other party. You should know that everyone who had seen his mental power was dead, except for some monsters in the Daliang Mountains.

"What, are you surprised? You should know that very few things can escape the eyes of a Martial Saint."

The sect leader looked at Mo Zheng's expression with some pride. The power of a Martial Saint is beyond the comprehension of ordinary martial artists. Only those who reach this level can understand why they are given the title of Saint.

But what pleased him even more was Mo Zheng's identity as a bloodline martial artist. Such talent was rare, with only one in hundreds of millions of people possessing it. Moreover, it was a bloodline talent of the psychic type. Such strong psychic power meant that he was smarter and had higher comprehension than ordinary people. Thus, it was not difficult to understand why his external martial arts skills progressed by leaps and bounds.

"I've seen many bloodline talents belonging to the Five Elements, but this is the first time I've seen one of the psychic type. Quickly, show me how it works," the sect leader urged.