Chapter 457
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Chapter 457: The First Person of Seventy Two Wise Men
With the martial arts left behind by Martial Saint, Qiao Mu naturally wouldn’t miss out.
"Ex-human Transformation" is not just a technique for martial artists to fly.
The concept of this move is to adjust the body to the most suitable form for combat, capable of reaching the skies and penetrating the earth.
When Martial Saint was on Kuafu Mountain, his Ex-human Transformation form was very fast and, as the battle went on, he kept adjusting it continuously to make it even faster and stronger.
The Blood Meat Oven·Divine Human Transformation form was a three-headed Six Armed Divine Man form that even Martial Saint couldn’t control.
This move can be said to contradict Martial Saint’s earlier "Flesh Changing Skill" concept.
He had given up precise control over his physical body and instead pursued surpassing personal limits in terms of strength.
Of course.
The effects of these two moves, "Ex-human Transformation" and "Divine Human Transformation," on Qiao Mu are even greater than their actual combat value.
The reason he rushed here overnight from Western Province to the main headquarters of the Wuji Association is related to the "Divine Human Transformation."
The current whereabouts of Wu Qizheng are still unknown.
According to Qiao Mu and others’ speculation, trying to control the Blood Flesh Divine Being that not even Martial Saint could control in his lifetime will not yield results in a short period of time.
If Qiao Mu could understand the principles of "Divine Human Transformation" and master this move, it might help Wu Qizheng.
Qiao Mu put down the two booklets about "Divine Human Transformation" and "Ex-Human Transformation" in his hands.
He just quickly skimmed through them and memorized the information.
Mastering, fully understanding, and even completely mastering "Divine Human Transformation" might take him years.
In reality, he may not have enough time, so he leaves it to his dream self to work harder.
"The martial arts in the Wuji Association’s arsenal, apart from those created by Martial Saint, should have been left by seventy-two wise men."
Li Gongde continued to explain:
Qiao Mu nodded, "Ancient martial arts are the foundation of today’s martial arts."
"But even Martial Saint couldn’t master all the martial arts he plundered."
"This warehouse is filled with ancient martial arts knowledge, where Martial Saint and seventy-two wise men created new techniques."
If the former is the soil, then the latter is clearly the fruit.
By skimming through it, Qiao Mu can learn the essence of the ancient martial arts in the Wuji Association warehouse and store it in his mind.
The same soil, in different hands, will naturally yield different fruits.
Martial Saint developed his Taotie Martial Art from the old martial arts techniques, while Qiao Mu has his own "Qiao family divine technique."
The soil is now in Qiao Mu’s hands.
He is naturally interested in the other creations that Martial Saint and the seventy-two wise men have produced.
However, when he asked the librarian Wushu Shushan for the techniques, Wushu Shushan shrugged.
"The modern martial arts techniques created by the seventy-two wise men are not included in this martial arts warehouse."
"These advanced martial arts techniques are very dangerous and require a high level of skill. Only very talented individuals can master them on their own."
"If others try to practice them, they may end up being led astray."
"It wouldn’t be appropriate to just leave them lying around in the martial arts library," said Wushu Shushan.
Qiao Mu nodded.
After Wushu Shushan’s words, Qiao Mu became even more interested in the martial arts created by the seventy-two wise men.
"If they’re not in the martial arts library here, then where are they?" Qiao Mu asked.
"You should go ask Sun Xuan Envoy…or even directly seek out the seventy-two wise men who created the techniques," Wushu Shushan said, pulling out a small booklet from his pocket with a friendly smile.
"I see you can read quickly, you are one of us. If you want me to write down the secrets for you personally, I can do that."
The booklet had a few words written on it.
Nightfall Lightness Skill
"Who asked you?" Qiao Mu turned his head to look back at Li Gongde.
"Senior Qiao, please wait." Initially Li Gongde was all smiles, but his expression turned serious when he took out a Message Jade Talisman and bowed his head.
Li Gongde hurried over, his face showing a mix of emotions.
"Senior Qiao Shuangtu, when you entered the armory, many people from the Wuji Association escaped."
Qiao Mu was slightly surprised.
It actually made sense upon reflection.
By now, news of Martial Saint’s death had also reached the Wuji Association.
Martial Saint was gone, and his successor Wu Qiankun had died even earlier.
The current Wuji Association is like losing the power of the Tailed Beasts, the captured Saiyans, the ability users with the Sea Tower Stone, and the Ultraman without light…. It has already crumbled on the edge.
If Qiao Mu still comes in the future, with the accumulation of Wuji Association over the years, it is likely to survive for a long time.
However, when the renowned Qiao family member in the martial arts world arrives, it almost indicates the imminent collapse of Wuji Association. Moreover, this organization lurking in the shadows of the martial arts world in Jiu Province is about to face a major settlement.
"People leaving at this time probably have something to hide."
Wushu Shushan put down "God Eagle Finger" in his hand, sighed softly, and picked up another book, "Dragon Claw Hand":
"If you stand upright, why fear the famous Qiao family member in Jiu Province?"
Li Gongde’s expression became slightly complex at the words.
He said in a harsh voice, "Among the people who left, there are not only many disciples of Martial Saint, but also Sun Xuan Envoy ‘Black Sun’."
"He also took away ‘the first wise one’."
"Huh?" Qiao Mu looked up at him and squinted.
"Black Sun and I are both key members in the Wuji Association," continued Li Gongde.
"Martial Saint is dead, so there’s no one here who can control him anymore. It’s only natural for him to escape," he added.
Li Gongde’s expression turned a bit unpleasant.
Both he and Black Sun have inherited the Merit Sect cultivator’s legacy as independent practitioners.
They also hold key positions in the Wuji Association, one as leader and the other as assistant.
Who would believe there is no deeper connection between the two?
When Sun Xuan Envoy Black Sun escaped, it was like putting Li Gongde in a difficult position.
"The First Virtuous One?" Qiao Mu looked surprised.
"That is to say, the first person of the seventy-two wise men," Li Gongde continued.
"Martial Saint has always been secretive about this person’s existence, not even I know everything about it."
"The main task of Sun Xuan Envoy Black Sun, besides overseeing the overall intelligence situation of the Wuji Association, is to protect the safety of the ‘first wise’."
"Let him protect?" Qiao Mu felt something suspicious about this.
"What cultivation level is this Sun Xuan Envoy Black Sun?"
A nascent soul cultivator is already qualified to serve as an elder of the Immortal Gate within the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates, holding a high position.
Since this Sun Xuan Envoy Black Sun is in the Wuji Association, his cultivation level is unlikely to be very high, Qiao Mu estimated that he is probably not at the Nascent Soul Stage.
"Golden Core Stage." Li Gongde also understood Qiao Mu’s meaning.
"After the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill appeared in the world, martial artists in the Wuji Association who can rival a golden core cultivator have naturally emerged."
"But Sun Xuan Envoy, is actually one of the only two powerful cultivators in the Wuji Association."
"It seems like the ‘First Sage’ needs this cultivator at the Golden Core Stage?" Li Gongde guessed.
Qiao Mu glanced at Wushu Shushan, who was studying hard next to him, feeling curious inside:
"Who exactly is this so-called First Sage?"
Speaking of it, he has seen many of the seventy-two wise men before.
Among the top three or four.
The second is Wu Mingkong, considered by Martial Saint as the top martial arts genius in Jiu Province, his talent even catching the attention of the Earth Sword Immortal.
The third is Wu Qiankun, and the fourth is Wushu Shushan in front of him.
Qiao Mu actually knew that the seventy-two wise men were actually the seventy-two martial arts talents in Martial Saint’s eyes.
The so-called First Virtuous can be seen as the most important martial arts talent in Martial Saint’s eyes.
So, what kind of person can outshine Wu Mingkong, be highly regarded by Martial Saint, and send the best immortal cultivator from the Wuji Association to protect?
Li Gongde said:
"I really don’t know." Li Gongde looked very innocent too:
"Martial Saint is a very scheming person."
"Just like the fake death incident after he worshipped the gods in Nan Province, many important members of the Wuji Association are also unsure of the truth."
"And this First Virtuous person, Martial Saint has always been secretive about… maybe it’s like Martial Saint calling himself the second best in the world, and there isn’t really a true ‘First Virtuous’?"
"Bringing back Sun Xuan Envoy will reveal the truth of the matter." Wu Jing chimed in.
Qiao Mu glanced at him.
"You make a good point."
"So, I’ll leave it to you to investigate Sun Xuan Envoy and the others who have suspicious intentions."
Wu Jing: Huh?
Qiao Mu stayed silent.
"Wuji Association, it’s time for it to disappear," he said calmly.
"Martial Saint has suppressed the martials arts world for thirty to forty years, going through the initial stage of bloody accumulation, now it’s time to plant trees."
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Tide Listening Building.
"Therefore."
"Martial Saint has passed away, and the Wuji Association has also come to an end."
"And with that, an era in the martial arts world has ended."
The person speaking was an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
This person is a innkeeper in the city of Lone Goose in the Western Province, appearing to run a small business on the surface, but in reality, he is a storyteller at the Tide Listening Building.
As the innkeeper finished speaking.
The discussions inside the Tide Listening Building suddenly became lively and noisy.
"Oh, Martial Saint has passed away again!"
"Why ‘again’?"
"Have you forgotten that two or three years ago, Martial Saint already ‘died’ once in the Nan Province? That incident caused quite a stir at the time."
"This time is different, his Wuji Association was all taken down, along with the Wuji Association all perished…."
Listening to the people around discussing.
Storyteller Jiang Chen quietly leaned on the railing, holding a cup of wine in his hand, but hesitated to drink.
The wine cup gently rippled, rippling with circles of waves, not from the wind, but from the heart.
Before becoming a storyteller at Tide Listening Building, Jiang Chen was also a skilled martial artist in the martial world.
Since he once belonged to the martial arts world, how could he escape Martial Saint’s influence?
He hailed from the "Bright Moon Sect" in Nan Province Tiger City, and the head of the Bright Moon Sect was actually a member of the Wuji Association. One day, he went mad and killed all the talented disciples of the sect, leading to the sect’s demise.
These past events usually only lay dormant in the depths of memory, only to be remembered today, leaving Jiang Chen somewhat nostalgic.
"With Martial Saint and the Wuji Association vanishing one after another, the entire martial world of Jiu Province will shake with the earthquake."
After the earthquake, how will the future martial arts world look? Jiang Chen lifted the cup in his hand and drank it in one gulp.
Tide Listening Building especially enjoys getting involved in such matters.
And they will definitely spread this news far and wide, throughout Jiu Province.
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In Nan Province, inside Qingming Medicine Valley.
After Xuantian Sect was destroyed, Lingling Taoist Priest and her disciple Qiao Canxue, among others, practiced in this spiritually rich Medicinal Valley.
Although Medicinal Valley is not a paradise, the spiritual energy here is denser compared to the outside world.
For Lingling Taoist Priest, who follows the ancient cultivation method, it is a good place.
"I heard someone say that Martial Saint died, the Wuji Association also perished, and there is a new martial arts leader named Qiao Shuangtu in Jiu Province…."
"Will Qiao senior sister get her revenge?"
Shh… Don’t disturb Senior Sister Canxue, you might incur Master’s punishment if you disrupt her cultivation.
The new junior sister kept chattering non-stop, but the chatter gradually faded away as Qiao Canxue approached.
"Martial Saint, dead?" Qiao Canxue fell silent, slowly opening her eyes to a vast expanse of white.
The matter regarding Martial Saint seemed distant, almost like a past life. Hearing such news suddenly made her feel like she was in a different world.
Even though it was a deep-seated hatred, she had already embarked on a different path.
"The deep-seated hatred, though I did not take action, has now come to an end." Qiao Canxue closed her eyes again, letting out a soft sigh as memories flooded back.
There was a time when she had some connection with the now famous Qiao family member, but that seemed like a distant memory from a past life.
"Did I cultivate the immortal path for Martial Saint’s sake? If not, then why did I cultivate it?" Qiao Canxue closed her eyes, gradually entering a state of deep concentration.
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In Nan Province, nestled among the mountains, there lies Peach Blossom Villa.
Lord Qiao Xin stood up and looked at the three hundred silent old soldiers in front of him.
Just now, he personally told the old soldiers that Martial Saint and the Wuji Association were destroyed.
The three hundred old soldiers were the remaining elite troops from the Great Yan of the past, once soldiers under Martial Saint’s command.
So Qiao Mu felt it was necessary for him to talk about this matter in person.
"Why say more, lord?" Li Changshi, with only half of his face left, stepped forward and looked around.
Among these old soldiers, ones like Hai Siyuan ended up being shorter in seniority.
Martial Saint is the only person from the same generation and age group as me.
So, some words can only be spoken by him.
His expression also seemed a bit sad.
Initially, when the hundred thousand strong army fought in the Hundred-mile Desert, these elite soldiers and generals were protecting General Li.
But no one could have imagined that their heroic battle did not bring hope.
Instead, the heavy burden of these hundred thousand lives led General Li, who had walked on the edge for forty years, to ultimately become Martial Saint.
And so, this chapter of the past came to an end.
"General Li has long been dead," Li Changshi said slowly.
"And we are no longer soldiers of the Great Yan Imperial Court. What use is there in talking about this now?"
