Chapter 289 - 145: Daoist School Street, Defeating Heirs, Settling Old Scores, a Grandmaster’s Fury, the Young Lady Heir Appears to Provide Support

Chapter 289: Chapter 145: Daoist School Street, Defeating Heirs, Settling Old Scores, a Grandmaster’s Fury, the Young Lady Heir Appears to Provide Support

"The Spiritual Saber, ’Long Day,’ is ranked Fifth Grade."

"It was once personally wielded by Wang Xuanyang."

"The saber technique you just used..."

"If I’m not mistaken, it must be the first form of the True Sect Level Secret Martial technique, the Great Five Decline Celestial Saber."

"Rumor has it... that when used against a foe, it burns like a tribulation fire and can incinerate the very foundation of their Martial Dao!"

As soon as these words were spoken,

The inheritors from the various Daoist Schools, who had been ready to argue with Ji Xiu...

Immediately fell silent.

Wang Xuanyang. The Great Five Decline Celestial Saber!

Recalling the records from their own schools and sects, they looked at Ji Xiu, their very hearts trembling in fear!

Incinerate the foundation of one’s Martial Dao?

If so many years of arduous cultivation were all to be washed away over a petty squabble, wouldn’t that be a catastrophic loss?!

[Great Five Decline Celestial Saber, First Decline—Tribulation Fire Burning Robe: (309/1000)!]

[Feathered Immortal Robe ’Cloud Luo Scroll’: (166/1000)!]

He watched as the progress bars for the two Dharma Gates advanced in lockstep. The well-matched duel had caused them to surge forward, and he could feel a subtle refinement in both his Outer Gang and his Saber Technique.

A sense of satisfaction washed over Ji Xiu; it felt as if the gloom that had been weighing on him for so long had been mostly swept away.

His gaze swept over the crowd. Seeing that no one else was stepping forward, he took a step, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.

"Everyone," he called out, "weren’t you all asking for a lesson?"

Today, Ji Xiu had only one goal: to make every Disciple on this Daoist School Street feel their Martial Arts Zen Heart become utterly tarnished!

Only then could his master rest in peace!

He thought of the Celestial Blade School, of his Senior Master Chen He’s disciple, the Third Robe Inheritor, Senior Brother Yuu Zhai. He had heard that Yuu Zhai had also once worn an Immortal Robe and had the potential to become a Grandmaster.

But it was on this very Daoist School Street, while trying to hang the plaque for the Celestial Blade Daoist School once more, that he had his legs broken by a direct inheritor of the Purple Mist Daoist School...

As Ji Xiu’s gaze swept past, he couldn’t help but look in the direction of the Purple Mist Daoist School.

That single glance was like King Yama calling the roll.

It made the purple-robed elder from the Purple Mist Daoist School, whom he had met before, feel his eyelid twitch violently!

If the other Daoist Schools only had minor friction with the Celestial Blade School, then their lineage had a blood feud with Duan Chenzhou!

Over three generations of their school’s resident Grandmasters, aside from himself, the young prodigy from over a decade ago—their resident True Inheritance disciple—had been struck down and killed by him at East Canghai.

Not long ago, the school’s resident guardian, Ren Canghai, was also crippled by him, only to be assassinated shortly thereafter!

Add to that the breaking of Chen He’s disciple’s legs...

All this hatred, piled one on top of the other, could never be washed away.

At that moment, outside the gates of the Purple Mist Daoist School, the young inheritor in the purple robe, saber in hand, was already sweating, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Back then...

He was the one who had attacked and broken Yuu Zhai’s legs.

But Du Yan of the Water and Fire Daoist School, whose Martial Dao attainments were about the same as his, had been crushed with a single blow. Unless one of the School’s True Inheritance prodigies who had reached the Third Refinement were to step up...

...otherwise, on this entire Daoist School Street, there was likely no one who could be this man’s opponent!

Seeing Ji Xiu look his way, the young man cursed his luck and instinctively tried to retreat!

But Ji Xiu was faster!

"Celestial Blade Ji Xiu..."

"Wendao Purple Mist Daoist School!"

"Why are you retreating? Weren’t you just asking for a lesson? Attack!?"

BANG!

The crimson clouds of sunset had already sunk into the overcast sky, and dusk was approaching, but the Long Day Spirit Saber he drew was still intensely bright.

The moment it was unsheathed, the young man knew...

...if he continued to retreat, he would surely perish!

"You’ve gone too far!"

His eyes turned fierce, a purple qi swirling within them. Donning his Immortal Robe, he prepared to fight Ji Xiu to the death!

Inside the school, the Purple Mist Daoist School Master, Zhou Changming, clenched his fists tightly within his wide sleeves. His refined expression was gone, replaced by a savage scowl.

He took a deep breath, about to disregard the rules of Daoist School Street and step in. But in that brief moment of hesitation...

...a bloodcurdling scream suddenly erupted!

"Aaaargh!"

Zhou Changming’s expression changed drastically. Dropping all pretense, his eyes glinted with murderous intent.

"Brat, sheath your saber!"

"Or this old man will take your life!"

He leaped into the air, his True Qi surging like a mighty river, and for a moment, Ji Xiu felt as if his very bones were about to be crushed under the pressure.

But just as the Sword Plaque on his back began to emit a faint glow and the Jade Blood Dragon Core Pendant at his waist chimed crisply...

...the sound of a wheelchair rolling could be heard, slowly making its way down the long, black-bricked path.

Then, a breath of Dragon and Tiger Qi spread out, its might shaking Daoist School Street.

Only the clear, cold, and majestic voice of a young woman was left to slowly echo through the street:

"Blades have no eyes. Such are the rules of the martial arts world."

"Purple Mist Daoist School Master, your inheritor presented a challenge and asked for a lesson. That is the same as signing a life and death contract, where the outcome, be it life or death, is not to be questioned."

"Even if he is crippled, he has only himself to blame."

"How can you, a senior, bully a junior and try to pressure him?"