Chapter 426
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Chapter 426: I Am the Immortal Emperor of the Upper Realm Reincarnated! (2)
Li Gongde behind him was slightly surprised, quickly pinched a spell, causing the barrier of the prison cell to fail, and the electric lights returned to calm.
Immediately after.
Only saw Wu Qizheng’s two arms calmly passing through the fence, then wrapping around the four-armed monster’s back, exerting a little force…
The two arms held the four-armed monster close through the fence.
"Ah teh teh teh teh aye–" the four-armed monster made an incomprehensible sound, his voice becoming sharp, at times like a young girl’s clear voice, at times like a tough man’s rough voice…
His palm with two bone spurs still remained in Wu Qizheng’s abdominal wound, currently stirring it forcefully, splashing blood everywhere.
However, Wu Qizheng seemed to be unaware of pain, just embracing the four-armed monster through the fence, whispering:
"Don’t be afraid."
He gently patted the monster’s back as if soothing a frightened young beast.
Behind him, Li Gongde stared wide-eyed, speechless.
It was a long time before he let out a sigh.
"People only know Martial Saint for his outstanding martial arts skills and fierce demeanor, but they do not know that he is also a rare mentor in the martial world, with a keen eye for giving accurate names to his disciples…"
After some time passed, the four-armed monster gradually calmed down, retracting the bone spikes on his chest and palms, while Wu Qizheng’s waist and abdomen wounds quickly healed and stopped bleeding.
"Let me take a look at you…"
Wu Qizheng approached the fence, carefully studying the face of the four-armed monster.
When their eyes met…
He quietly and swiftly exerted force with the hands he had placed on the other’s back, diving in like a flash of lightning.
Amidst the spurting blood, the four-armed monster collapsed unconscious to the ground, while Wu Qizheng had already retracted two of his arms from the fence.
He looked down at the palm of his hand, noticing a small ball-shaped fleshy growth the size of a finger tip, gently pulsating as if breathing.
He lowered his head to examine it closely, his gaze turning slightly cold.
"Spiritual Meat Pill?" he asked Li Gongde beside him.
Wu Qizheng had noticed early on that there was something foreign at the back of the four-armed monster’s neck that didn’t belong to him…
"This is something left in his body by Martial Saint, cultivated as a parasitic flesh bud using the abundant vitality of a martial artist as the furnace?"
Wu Qizheng carefully observed the flesh bud in his hand and speculated:
"Has Martial Saint taken the ‘Flesh Changing Skill’ to such an incredible level? A lump of flesh bud that can parasitize others, using others as nutrients, to produce the so-called… Spiritual Meat Pill."
Li Gongde just smiled bitterly at his words.
Before he could explain, Wu Qizheng, a connoisseur of Flesh Changing Skill and Shape Changing Skill, had already guessed roughly by observing it himself.
"So, what’s the deal with his appearance?" Wu Qizheng asked again.
"It’s a result of practicing cultivation that went astray." Li Gongde answered.
Wu Qizheng looked at me with a skeptical expression, as if he didn’t believe me.
"It’s really going down a dangerous path," sighed Li Gongde.
"Most of the prisoners in this cell practice the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ and the ‘Blood Meat Oven.’ After going down a dangerous path, they lose control and become distorted."
"Practicing the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ leads to losing control of the mind."
"Practicing the ‘Flesh Changing Skill’ or the ‘Blood Meat Oven’ leads to the body losing control and distorting, turning into these strange distorted forms."
As Li Gongde spoke, the once quiet and dim dungeon came alive.
The noise they made woke up one prisoner after another, who walked to the edge of the bars, staring fixedly at Wu Qizheng and Li Gongde.
Some people, like the four-armed monster before, had strange distortions in their bodies.
Others looked normal, with much stronger energy and blood than usual, even reaching a superb level, but their eyes were cloudy and their expressions confused.
"Wu Qizheng, you’re here too, you matter too," someone smiled.
"Bold one, why haven’t you let this one out?!" another person shouted angrily.
"Wu Qizheng, let’s work together. If you help me escape from here, and when I regain my strength, I’ll appoint you as a talented musician in the court. With our combined efforts, we can conquer the Nine Immortal Gates and restore Jiu Province!"
"Ah, do you believe him? It’s better to believe that I am the reincarnation of the Immortal Emperor of the Upper Realm," a person in the neighboring cell shouted.
"I am the Immortal Emperor of the Upper Realm, destined to defeat all enemies in the world. Come here, and I will teach you an unbeatable punch," he said.
Wu Qizheng remained silent, listening quietly to their arguments.
When they finally grew tired of arguing and their voices became softer, Wu Qizheng spoke up and asked,
"Are these distorters and mentally-unstable martial artists being kept here by Martial Saint to produce Spiritual Meat Pills?"
While Li Gongde was silent, a frail old man in the cell spoke up.
He snorted and stared straight at Wu Qizheng, shaking his head, saying:
"Wu Qizheng, you truly live up to your name, so old-fashioned."
"In extraordinary times, one must do extraordinary things."
"Wu Qingqiu?" Wu Qizheng recognized this person.
Wu Qingqiu was actually among the seventy-two wise men, ranking fiftieth. He was skilled in finger techniques and thirty years ago, he was a martial artist ranked first in Jiu Province, close to reaching superb rank.
Wu Qingqiu continued, "Those who have practiced the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ and broke through to become superb ranked martial artists have all swallowed inhuman things."
"In other words, they no longer own their own bodies, but belong to our group of martial artists who use Martial Arts to Defeat Immortals, naturally can’t be easily disposed of," the thin old man laughed.
"We martial artists have already gone through such difficulties, so every inch of flesh, of course, cannot be wasted."
"Come on, have some, once you eat it, you’ll be one of us."
"Who knows the hard work it takes to prepare each meal, every grain is hard-earned. You mustn’t waste any, not even a drop of blood."
Wu Qingqiu laughed as he pulled out a bloody lump from inside his robe, blood flowing immediately, soaking his clothes.
Seeing Wu Qizheng standing still and not coming over, Wu Qingqiu’s expression twisted instantly.
"Do you think I’m crazy?" Wu Qingqiu roared.
"Too narrow-minded, common people often slander extraordinary individuals as madmen. Wu Qizheng, I thought you were different, but it turns out you’re just like everyone else!"
"Ah, a bunch of madmen and weaklings."
At that moment, a faint sigh came from the depths of the dungeon.
Wu Qizheng frowned and looked towards the sound.
In the deepest part of the dungeon, there was a solitary cell, exceptionally spacious, ten times larger than the other cells.
Before, when the whole dungeon was in chaos, there was no sound coming from the innermost dungeon. But now, there is a sound.
"The ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ used to be called the ‘Martial Saint Spiritual Technique’. Both use a method of spiritual refining, where the essence lies in spiritual refining."
The cell at the very back made a sound:
"And these weaker ones, due to practicing the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill, their strength has expanded too quickly, so much so that their ‘spirit’ can no longer control their overly powerful bodies, leading to various distractions and the birth of inner demons."
"Some people even, after their strength has expanded, start to think of themselves as chosen by destiny, losing sight of themselves."
"Ultimately, it’s because their martial will is too weak, too weak!"
Following the sound, Wu Qizheng saw a young man with an emotionless face in the deepest cell. This man had a strong build, bright eyes, and appeared the most human-like in this dungeon.
"Are you…Wu Aotian?" Wu Qizheng was slightly surprised, recognizing the newcomer.
This Wu Aotian was ranked sixth among the seventy-two wise men, and he was actually a standout among them.
Martial Saint often chose the names for his sons and daughters, but Wu Aotian changed his own name later on…
It can only be said that there is a kind of classical beauty.
When Wu Aotian saw Wu Qizheng approaching, his expression did not change at all.
"Wu Qizheng, why is it you? I wasted a lot of words for nothing."
Wu Aotian’s face was cold and he slightly raised his chin, not even looking at Wu Qizheng, just saying coldly:
"You are not worthy to face me, let Martial Saint come."
Wu Qizheng was momentarily shocked, he looked back at Li Gongde, who just shrugged, indicating helplessness.
"What do you want Martial Saint to do?" Wu Qizheng asked again.
"Ha, of course I want him to come and meet his doom!" Wu Aotian coldly smiled.
"Martial Saint, that timid man with hidden strength, should have become my ally to help me improve my martial arts skills."
"Unfortunately, he dares not come."
"Martial Saint, do you also fear avoiding battles?" Wu Qizheng asked calmly.
"I can’t help but laugh at your words," Wu Aotian said with a big smile.
"He always holds back and plays it safe. When will he ever take a risk?"
"Why didn’t he go when Nan Province Emperor Yonghe worshipped the gods that time? Huh?"
"I heard later that you were the scapegoat who died there?"
"Where is Martial Saint now?"
Wu Aotian laughed arrogantly.
"I, Wu Aotian, at twenty-five years old, practiced the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’. In just three days, I broke through to the superb rank and became a superb martial artist at twenty-five. Even Martial Saint and Earth Sword Immortal from the past couldn’t match me at the same age."
"As a superb martial artist at twenty-five, I am considered extraordinary. That’s why I am the top genius in Jiu Province. After training for twenty years, I caught up to Martial Saint, who had been practicing diligently for half his life."
"But Martial Saint was jealous of my talent and feared that if he waited a few more years, I would surpass him. So he stifled my talent and imprisoned me."
"Do you think he is brave or cowardly? Is he small-minded or generous?"
Wu Qizheng frowned and then asked, "You practiced the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’, broke through to the superb rank in three days… Did you kill a cultivator to achieve this breakthrough?"
"Exactly," replied Wu Aotian proudly.
"So you relied on the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ to devour a cultivator and make the breakthrough by stealing their power for yourself. Is this what makes you a genius? It wasn’t through your own hard work," continued Wu Qizheng.
Wu Aotian sneered, "It was."
"Isn’t relying on the ‘Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill’ to devour others’ power for your own breakthrough considered cheating?" Wu Qizheng pressed.
"You’re being silly, the cultivator I worked so hard to beat, the breakthroughs I struggled for, shouldn’t all that count towards my strength too?"
Wu Qizheng thought for a moment and calmly asked:
"So what you’re saying is, Martial Saint is over ninety years old this year, and he has absorbed countless golden core cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators…"
"Even Nascent Soul cultivators who have lived for thousands of years are no match for him, so he is truly a genius far surpassing ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators. Practicing martial arts for over ninety years, does that not make him more powerful than a Nascent Soul cultivator with thousands of years of experience?"
Wu Aotian was stunned for a moment, and didn’t speak for a while.
