Chapter 407 - 185: The Physical Body’s 3 Great Limits: ’4-Time Impermanence’; Advance Payment on the ’True Martial World Demon Suppressing Profound Skill

Chapter 407: Chapter 185: The Physical Body’s 3 Great Limits: ’4-Time Impermanence’; Advance Payment on the ’True Martial World Demon Suppressing Profound Skill

[True Martial World Demon Suppressing Profound Skill: (1/3000)]

[Become a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster and manifest the Qi Sea Weather: ’Armor Demon-Vanquishing’!]

He reviewed the three paths of development: techniques, skills, and martial arts.

Ji Xiu came to a conclusion.

’First, I’ll go to the Mansion Courtyard and rent a Divine Soul Cultivation Room. I’ll use my Dream-Entering Talent there to comprehend the truth of the Divine Talisman Fire!’

’After that, I’ll visit my Master, Xu Longxiang. I’ll first lead him to the remains of Senior Ye Wenjiang that I recovered. Then, following his method, I’ll find a Realm Gate, purify the Outer Dao, and ascend to the rank of Grandmaster!’

’Finally, throughout this process, I’ll slowly comprehend the Immortal Chapter and strive to bring all my Daos to Perfection by the time the Prefecture Examination begins!’

’As for that Daoist... the one I promised my Master, Xu Longxiang, I’d find to read his fortune with the Divine Technique, Six Divination...’

Ji Xiu suspected that Daoist was connected to his little sister, who was currently staying at the Flying Immortal Temple to comprehend Dao Skills and focus on her Cultivation.

’If I get some free time, I could go get a reading myself and see...’

’...just what kind of destiny I have!’

...

「Jiangyin, Flying Immortal Temple.」

Aboard a flying ship.

Chi Jing Daoist, who hailed from the True Mansion of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect and wielded the Divine Power Skill Six Divination, looked at the dejected, purple-robed youth by his side. The young man had been staring blankly for some time, completely crestfallen. With a look of exasperation, the Daoist began to lecture him:

"See? I told you long ago that if you had just been patient, you would have certainly had a chance at a Title!"

"And what happened after this whole affair?"

"An ancient relic of a Martial Saint beat you so badly that your foundation crumbled and your very destiny was altered! That Martial Saint’s Destiny you were promised has become completely illusory!"

Wei Changkong’s lips moved at his words. After a long moment, he felt a suffocating tightness in his chest.

"I never expected it either..."

"...for things to get so bizarre!"

Even now, Wei Changkong found it hard to believe.

For the past ten or twenty years, no matter how their various Schools and Grand Lineages challenged the declining Celestial Blade School, that Chen Hex had always been meek and yielding.

And yet this time, he hadn’t retreated a single step. He had even erupted with the power of a peak Sect Leader, second only to a few of the old Dragon and Tiger masters like themselves!

He had thought that would be the end of it. Even if it created some waves, what could possibly come of it?

With some effort, he could have killed an existence like that.

But what he never could have imagined was...

Wang Xuanyang!

That madman had actually returned, scaring him so badly he almost fled on the spot.

Fortunately, the man who came back was a raving, useless lunatic. Just as he was secretly rejoicing, thinking he could finally sweep away the shadow that had loomed over his head for years...

...the Elder Martial Saint from his own lineage of the Dragon Elephant True Sect—the very faction he had been relying on, who had been in seclusion for sixty years—turned out to be the master of that True Inheritance prodigy from the Celestial Blade School!

That old monster had come with the force of a tidal wave to stand up for his student, attacking with overwhelming power and shattering Wei Changkong’s will to fight with just three punches!

He, the great Purple Mist Sect Leader, was forced to disband his sect and bow in complete submission, unable to show the slightest hint of defiance. If not for this Daoist’s intervention, he would probably be dead by now...

Half a lifetime of work, all turned to dust!

How could he not be filled with hate!?

At this thought, Wei Changkong seethed inwardly, his face a mask of bitterness.

Meanwhile, Chi Jing Daoist looked down at the Flying Immortal Temple below and scoffed.

"In any case, you can’t make it in Jiangyin Prefecture anymore. Your School was dismantled by that Martial Saint, but your future isn’t entirely without hope."

"My lineage has a once-in-a-generation prodigy, and her seniority is so high that even I had to travel a thousand miles just to look after her."

"She is in a vulnerable state at the moment and needs a guardian. I didn’t go to all that trouble to get you out of there for nothing, you know."

"Stay by her side. Before your life runs out, you might still find an opportunity to turn things around."

Hearing this, Wei Changkong—though his Cultivation was comparable to the Daoist’s—was now completely convinced of the man’s superiority and readily agreed to his proposal.

The Flying Ship stopped at the Flying Immortal Temple, and the gracefully-robed Chi Jing Daoist stepped inside.

Wei Changkong, meanwhile, stayed behind to regulate his injuries and wait.

He hoped to soon meet the prodigy this Lord Tao had mentioned and was preparing to make a good impression. Perhaps this was his chance to rise again, to one day get his revenge...

But he didn’t get to meet the prodigy of intimidating seniority. Instead, Chi Jing Daoist returned, his face as black as thunder.

Looking at his "savior," Wei Changkong instinctively felt something was wrong. He had just opened his mouth to speak when, in the next instant—!

—he saw a brilliant Thunder Technique hurtling straight for his face.

"You’ve dragged me into a complete disaster!"

"It turns out that exceptionally talented young friend is practically family to my lineage now, sigh..."

"Even though you’re a key part of my Divine Technique, completing the Dao is a long-term goal. And you... of all the people to make an enemy of."

The once-nonchalant Chi Jing Daoist lifted the paralyzed form of Wei Changkong, the former Purple Mist Sect Leader, and sighed.

"Now, I have no choice but to hand you over to that young man to set things right."

"Otherwise, if someone with a True Venerable’s Direct Inheritance holds a grudge against me, my own future in the Daoist Lineage will be very difficult indeed."