Chapter 338
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Chapter 338: Meet Martial Saint Again
The moonlight was bright and cold, like mercury spilling on the ground.
Bathed in the moonlight, the half-body jade woman looked even more beautiful and captivating, with a mesmerizing beauty.
"So, even you don’t know how to completely leave this Black Mountain?" Wu Qizheng looked at the half-body jade woman, his brow slightly furrowed.
With half of her body stuck on the mountain wall and no clear way to leave, she was like a sitting duck.
"I am one with Black Mountain, so how easy is it to leave?" Mountain Mother said slowly.
"Why is Madam Mountain Mother in such a hurry to leave the mountain?" Dedication Brother quickly asked.
Dedication Brother was actually quite anxious.
This gang of bandits hid within Black Mountain, relying entirely on the protection of Mountain Mother.
If Mountain Mother were to leave Black Mountain, these bandits would find it even harder to survive between the myriad demons of the ten-thousand mountains and the Immortal Gate.
"Children, don’t worry." Mountain Mother smiled gently, "All living beings have a lifespan, ordinary people live no more than a hundred years, even cultivators and demons have their end of life."
"My own lifespan is not much either, if I can’t break free from my cocoon and become a butterfly, then in just a few more years, I will reach the end of my life."
Mountain Mother was very kind to Qiao Mu, Zhang Kui, and the others, especially treating Zhang Kui and Dedication Brother as her own children.
"Even Madam Mountain Mother has an end of life?" Zhang Kui was surprised.
"I am the consciousness born from Black Mountain, Black Mountain will not die, but Mountain Mother has her end of life." Mountain Mother patiently explained.
"After I pass away, maybe a thousand years later, there may be a new consciousness born on this mountain, but it won’t be me at that time."
"Leaving this mountain is not just seeking freedom, but also saving ourselves." Mountain Mother explained.
"However, after all the hardships and efforts, we are still missing the last step…."
"What are we missing?" Wu Qizheng asked urgently.
Among the many people present, he knew Martial Saint the best.
Treating Martial Saint as his imaginary opponent, he was determined to make every second count.
Mountain Mother hesitated for a moment, "I’m not quite sure, what am I missing?"
She paused for a moment before speaking.
However, it was already too late.
The few people on the mountaintop almost simultaneously turned around and looked toward the foot of the mountain.
Within the surrounding black mist, a burly man as huge as a small mountain had emerged at some point.
It was the long-lost Martial Saint.
The last time Qiao Mu saw Martial Saint in Nan Province, Martial Saint still had gray hair and it was hard to tell his exact age.
Now with hair turning from gray to black, he looked like a young man. But his eyes were deep and not like a young person at all.
Martial Saint!
His gaze traveled through the distant distance, already locking onto the people on the mountaintop.
His gaze first glanced at Wu Qizheng’s face, with a slightly surprised expression:
"Wu Qizheng?"
The mysterious martial art "Flesh Changing Skill" was created by Martial Saint, and Wu Qizheng perfected the "Shape Changing Skill" through deduction.
Even if Wu Qizheng appeared in his original form now, or changed his appearance through the Shape Changing Skill, he probably couldn’t hide it from Martial Saint’s intuition.
"You managed to survive and hide from the Xuantian Sect Nascent Soul Immortal’s subordinates until now? Well done."
Martial Saint nodded in approval.
Wu Qizheng was a traitor who went against his control, but the leader surprisingly admired him.
He always had patience with people who were capable.
"Since you’re still alive and waiting here for me, are you planning to stop me from eating, or do you have a fighting spirit?"
His attention was not on Mountain Mother, but on Wu Qizheng.
Martial Saint smiled lightly and took a step forward.
His pace was neither slow nor fast, and there were no other unusual signs, just a simple step forward.
However, for some reason, this simple movement also brought an indescribable sense of pressure, making Dedication Brother, Zhang Kui, and others struggle to breathe, their muscles tense, and their hearts pounding.
Martial Saint!
His presence alone was a great disaster for the martial arts world of Jiu Province. Among martial artists, his reputation was no less terrifying than that of a cultivator.
"Martial Saint, it’s not that I want to fight to the death, it’s that you deserve to die," Wu Qizheng said coldly.
"Every sacrifice, every death, is of others, not of you."
"You talk about fighting the immortals to protect the human race, but you have become delusional. The Inhuman Disaster you have caused will lead to a great tragedy in Jiu Province sooner or later. If you are to sacrifice yourself this time, can you accept it?"
After years apart, the reunion of father and son was not filled with warmth. Instead, they stood directly on opposite sides of the battlefield.
This sight made Martial Saint even more content in his heart.
"You are truly my good child, so brave," Martial Saint said, not angry but pleased. His mouth gradually turned into a smile that reached his ears, showing a chilling grin.
"It seems that you and I, father and son, have reached a crossroads."
"Our paths differ, we can’t work together."
"If you want me dead, then let’s see if you have the guts for it!"
Swish!
The Martial Saint swiftly passed through the wind, his burly figure flying up the mountain like a light swallow, heading straight towards Wu Qizheng.
But in the next moment.
Boom.
The ground suddenly cracked, a long crevice appearing just five steps in front of Wu Qizheng.
Wu Qizheng didn’t move a step, but there was now someone new in front of him, Qiao Mu, holding the King Qin Sword.
At the same time.
The Martial Saint transitioned from extreme motion to extreme stillness, pausing in front of the crevice.
He lowered his head, watching with interest at the crevice on the ground.
Just now, if he hadn’t sensed Qiao Mu’s sword and stopped in time, he would have been hit by Qiao Mu’s powerful King Qin Sword.
"Are you a member of the Qiao family? Do you want to stop me too? Please tell me your name."
The Martial Saint looked up at Qiao Mu, and they gazed silently at each other.
The Martial Saint isn’t always merciful. Just because he showed mercy to Qiao Xin, a messenger from Peach Blossom Villa, doesn’t mean he will be lenient with other members of the Qiao family in the future.
The situation now is different from when they were at Peach Blossom Villa before.
Back then, the Martial Saint didn’t reveal his true identity or get into a fight.
If he had shown up as the "Martial Saint" back then, it would have led to either scaring away many martial artists or uniting them against him for a big battle.
"Qiao family, Qiao Shuangpian."
Qiao Mu raised the King Qin Sword, pointed the sharp tip at the Martial Saint’s head, and said:
"Even though Mountain Mother is a spirit of the mountains and not a human, she has protected this mountain stronghold for decades."
"If you kill her, thousands of people in this area will be displaced and forced to move elsewhere."
"How would you like me to answer?" Martial Saint grinned and said:
"Do you want to hear me say that sacrificing these people is necessary for the greater good of humanity?"
Qiao Mu stayed silent.
Martial Saint calmly remarked:
"Do you need so many reasons to stand in my way?"
Martial Saint looked directly into Qiao Mu’s eyes.
Both of them stayed silent, just gazing at each other quietly. Their eye contact was intense, like a clash between swords, as if invisible sharp edges were flashing through the air.
Zhang Kui and his brother Dedication only took a glance at each other, and their eyes felt sore, almost teary.
Martial Saint spoke up:
"Whether you are protecting Mountain Mother’s life, the lives of the mountain people, or seeking revenge… any reason works."
"But do martial artists really need so many reasons to fight each other?"
"Different paths do not merge."
"Just this one line is enough."
"Our martial paths cannot coexist, cannot be reconciled, it will end in death for one of us."
After locking eyes with each other, Martial Saint could already see Qiao Mu’s determination and intentions.
For such a challenger with high spirits and firm resolve, Martial Saint only had one thing to do:
That is to completely kill the challenger and use it as nourishment to help him progress further.
"It’s just a pity…" Martial Saint’s expression was indifferent.
"Whether it’s Wu Qiankun, Wu Qizheng, or you, Qiao Shuangpian…"
"None of you can kill me."
Martial Saint took a big step and directly crossed the trench Qiao Mu had drawn on the ground, striding towards Qiao Mu.
Behind Qiao Mu, Mountain Mother let out a soft sigh.
"Children, you should go now."
She pointed casually, and the surrounding ground rose and rolled again, carrying Dedication Brother and Zhang Kui quickly away.
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At the same time.
High above the clouds, there were several pairs of eyes watching the world below.
Three Taoist priests stood side by side, looking down at the scene below.
"Senior brothers Yunhai and Yun Hu, please don’t be in a hurry."
Master Yunhe’s eyes showed fear, and there was a huge black hairy demon dog crouching by his feet.
"I killed a dharma body of a self-proclaimed ‘Martial Saint’ and Yunhu died at the hands of Qiao family’s half-demon."
"For safety’s sake, I ask senior brothers and sisters to join me in taking action, so that nothing goes wrong."
The other two Nascent Soul Immortals frowned and seemed a bit impatient.
Taoist Master Yunhai was a chubby priest with a round belly, but his face was not friendly, smooth and shiny.
Immortal Yun Hu was a slender female monk who looked like she was only in her late twenties with white hair tied up in a bun.
"The junior apprentice is making a big deal out of nothing," frowned Yun Hu, the female monk.
"Currently, our sect is short-staffed, with only four Nascent Soul Elders left. You want the three of us to come together just for this matter?"
The chubby Taoist, Cloud Sea, didn’t say anything, he just glanced sideways at Immortal Yun He.
Immortal Yun He felt sweat on his forehead and quickly said, "If the senior brothers and sisters don’t believe, please be patient and watch the skills of these two martial artists."
"Let’s not act first, let’s sit back and watch quietly, observe the skills of these two people, so we can understand them better."
Yun Hu kept frowning, she was about to speak but was stopped by Immortal Yun Hai beside her waving his hand.
"Forget it, let’s just watch, it won’t take much time anyway."
Immortal Yun Hai spoke up:
"Mountain Mother has been quietly practicing for hundreds of years in the midst of a hundred thousand mountains. Though she doesn’t have the power to rival our sects, she has ways to hide and protect herself."
"Her dark mist magic can deceive our spiritual senses. It seems that it doesn’t work well on martial artists’ intuitive spiritual refining?"
"This Martial Saint seems to have some tricks up his sleeve. It’s worth waiting a bit to see. Let’s sit back and watch the show."
Immortal Yun Hai’s words carry weight.
As soon as he spoke, Yun Hu, who had been a bit impatient, stopped talking.
Immortal Yun Hai is the most powerful among them, and once he tamed a Corpse Kun Fish in the great marsh of these hundred thousand mountains.
Kun is a type of extremely large fish, with the most famous being the Kun Peng who can soar ninety thousand miles and belongs to the ranks of divine birds.
Corpse Kun Fish is a huge fish that feeds on corpses. While it can’t compare to the mythical Kun Peng or the boundless potential of the Sky Piercing Water Spirit, it has a massive body and immense strength, far surpassing ordinary monsters.
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Martial Saint lifted his foot and stepped over the grooves on the ground.
Qiao Mu moved.
He raised the King Qin Sword in his hand and looked down at his wrist.
His gaze turned into a tangible sword light, cutting through his wrist flesh, and the gushing blood attached to the blade of the King Qin Sword as if it had a life of its own.
"Red Moon Burning Blood Technique·Blood Sword Technique, strike!"
With a swing of the King Qin Sword, a huge sword light swept towards Martial Saint like splashed ink.
In the next moment.
Bloodlines appeared on Martial Saint’s leg as blood gushed out like a spring.
This powerful strike was enough to break through a floodgate. Landing on Martial Saint’s leg, it almost severed his left leg, and one could see the broken bones through the long, narrow wound.
Beyond everyone’s expectations.
Martial Saint didn’t dodge, but stood still, enduring the sword attack.
"Hearing is not always true, and seeing is not always real."
"It seems that both Qiao Shuangpian and Qiao Xin indeed have the qualifications to oppose a Nascent Soul cultivator."
Martial Saint lowered his eyes, placing his hand on his thigh, as if trying to stop the flowing blood with his hand.
This action may seem funny, but strangely, as his big hand gently passed over, the flowing blood actually quickly stopped, and even the almost-severed wound on his thigh rapidly healed.
After doing this, Martial Saint lifted his uninjured right leg again, taking the second step towards Qiao Mu.
As he took this step, his joints all made cracking sounds.
His originally over two meters tall and extraordinary physique unexpectedly shrank at this moment, and after taking a step, he had reduced to about 1.8 meters.
"The peak of human transformation."
Martial Saint raised his hand.
"Every inch of flesh, every bone in the body, is born for battle."
His palm suddenly swelled and enlarged, the originally flesh-colored skin thickened visibly at a strange black-red color.
The palm swept across, fast and fierce, with a loud bang in the air, unexpectedly shattering the ink sword light from a distance.
The howling strong wind stirred up, rustling the clothes on Martial Saint’s body.
There were traces of blood appearing on his already red palm, with a circle of hot air rising above it.
Martial Saint looked down at his palm and said softly:
"The fights of martial artists have never been about just talking."
"Neither you nor I can be persuaded by words alone."
He took a third step towards Qiao Mu.
"The defeated will have no bones left!"
