Chapter 459
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Chapter 459: Waiting to Die
They were in Cave Heaven Small World.
The young ancestral master fell into deep thought for a moment.
Soul Predicting Path and Long Life Gate had always been friendly, moving forward and backward together many times. But this time, he really couldn’t understand.
"Ancestral master, what if this time… we also move forward and backward with Soul Predicting Path?" The Long Life Gate sect leader also entered Cave Heaven Small World and specifically consulted the ancestral master, trying to inquire.
The young ancestral master stood up straight with his fists clenched, giving him a glance.
"If the friends from Soul Predicting Path can figure everything out clearly without any mistakes, then the ones who should be in charge of Zhong Province now should be them from Soul Predicting Path."
"As for this alliance of the Immortal Gate… Are you the sect leader or am I the sect leader? You already have an idea in your heart, so why come to ask me?"
The Long Life Gate sect leader just smiled bitterly.
He naturally had an answer in his heart and was not indecisive. He just tried to find out some information from his own Long Life Gate’s ancestral master.
The Long Life Gate didn’t really have a choice.
This time, they were the ones who initiated the alliance.
It wouldn’t make sense for them to convince many Immortal Gates to join in attacking the Qiao family, only to back out right after as the ones who started it, right?
Are they just fooling around?
"Don’t worry too much about it," the young ancestor noticed his concern and said gently:
"Knowing the character of that old guy from the Soul Predicting Path Tianshu, it’s unlikely that the Soul Predicting Path would avoid getting involved, so it might not be directly related to the Qiao family."
"Maybe they found out about some valuable treasure appearing and are planning to make a move secretly?"
The sect leader of Long Life Gate nodded.
With things reaching this point, they didn’t have any other choice.
Simply put, join forces first, then observe.
It’s impossible to back down, but as one of the five Immortal Gates, they can both fight and observe. If things get urgent, they can leave as well.
The leader of Long Life Gatesect made a quick decision, transformed into a rainbow light, and reappeared within the sect.
This time, going to Nan Province to kill a member of the Qiao family is no small matter.
Although not like ordinary wars, as the Immortal Sect Leader, he wouldn’t go alone to Nan Province.
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The same scene almost simultaneously occurred in the Immortal Gates of other states.
For the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates, characters like the Qiao family member are considered troublemakers.
Since they didn’t completely eliminate them from the beginning, they have to eradicate them completely now that they have grown strong!
"The one to be killed is not only Qiao Shuangtu, who is known as the leader of martial arts in the human world, but also the master of Peach Blossom Villa, Qiao Xin."
"We must completely wipe out the entire Qiao family!" The cultivators were full of killing intent.
"Failure to eradicate the roots means the spring breeze will bring new growth. The destruction caused by the Qiao family members weakened the three Immortal Gates. This led to nurturing a disaster."
The leader of Qingxuan Road sect remained calm with a strong killing intent.
They were the first Immortal Gate among the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates to refine the Incense Symbol of Divine Fire, making them the most experienced.
"To kill the Qiao family members, we must eliminate them completely!"
"Kill one for one, kill two for a pair. I refuse to believe their elders are truly endless."
"Indeed. If there are truly endless martial arts experts in this martial arts family, why hide? Just send out their strongest ancestor to fight."
"This farce should end. Martial arts in the human world are gaining strength and should be restrained in time," whispered the sect leader of Great Dao Sect.
The fire that was ignited by a member of the Qiao family has now spread across three provinces.
Therefore, they are planning to use even more intense flames to eradicate all members of the Qiao family and restore the authority of the Immortal Path.
Beams of rainbow light broke through the sky, shining from various places in Jiu Province, heading towards Nan Province.
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Wuji Association headquarters, nestled among the mountains of Zhong Province.
Qiao Mu followed in Wu Jing’s footsteps, moving forward step by step, his footsteps echoing in the dungeon.
Although Qiao Mu had never been here before, he had heard stories about this dungeon from Wu Qizheng, who once infiltrated the Wuji Association headquarters alone.
However, upon Qiao Mu’s return, he found the dungeon to be eerily quiet.
Wu Qizheng had seen many martial artists in this dungeon who practiced the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Skill or lost control while practicing the Blood Meat Oven technique.
Many of them had already been infected by Martial Saint’s germ, and with Martial Saint’s death, their lives came to an end.
The dungeon now seemed empty, with only Qiao Mu and Wu Jing’s footsteps echoing.
Their goal was the deepest cell in the dungeon.
"Wu Qizheng? No matter how many times you come, it’s the same. I’ve said it before, you are not qualified to face me, let Martial Saint come." A proud voice echoed from deep in the dungeon.
In the depths of the dungeon stood a young man with a strong and handsome figure, bright and sharp eyes.
Apart from his arrogance, he looked no different from a normal person, unlike the other crazed and uncontrollable prisoners that had been held in the dungeon.
"Is he Wu Aotian? Indeed arrogant." Qiao Mu lowered his head, examining this person expressionlessly.
"I heard that you created a martial art called ‘Aotian Divine Fist’ and challenged Martial Saint with it?"
Qiao Mu had no time for small talk with Wu Aotian, and got straight to the point.
Wu Aotian is ranked sixth among the seventy-two wise men.
It is said that he attempted to challenge Martial Saint and failed, so he was imprisoned in the deepest part of this dungeon.
Although this person’s martial arts skills are far inferior to Qiao Mu’s, Qiao Mu did not underestimate him.
It should be noted that Hai Wuya and Wu Qizheng are also among the seventy-two wise men chosen by Martial Saint. Their created martial arts techniques, "Xumi Mountain King Sutra" and "Shape Changing Skill", have greatly benefited Qiao Mu and are still relevant today.
Martial Saint has a good eye for talent and does not keep useless people around.
Despite challenging Martial Saint, Wu Aotian was not killed by him or left with festering wounds, indicating that there must be something special about him.
This is why Qiao Mu came here.
"Hmm, so you’re interested in my martial arts skills," Wu Aotian smirked.
"My Aotian Divine Fist, which should have been recorded in the arsenal, seems to have encountered some changes within the Wuji Association," he remarked.
He stared at Qiao Mu’s face and said slowly:
"Has a Qiao family member already taken over the Wuji Association?"
"There is no Wuji Association in this world anymore," Qiao Mu said calmly.
"Martial Saint, has also passed away."
Wu Aotian was first surprised, then his mouth couldn’t help but curl up, and finally he burst into laughter, the laughter echoing in the prison cell.
Wu Aotian laughed and looked at Qiao Mu.
"It’s a good thing that a madman like Martial Saint is finally dead," Wu Aotian said laughing.
Wu Jing frowned immediately.
"Wu Aotian, do you really think you are clear-headed, and not Martial Saint?"
"In today’s world, things are like this," Wu Aotian stared directly at Qiao Mu and said calmly.
"Not everyone locked up is crazy; sometimes the real crazies are outside the prison walls,"
"You’re hinting at something," Qiao Mu’s expressionless face gradually turned sharp.
A sharp blade of light emerged from nowhere, but Wu Aotian narrowly dodged it by tilting his head.
This made Wu Aotian’s eyes light up.
"Martial Saint’s death was well-deserved, but it’s a shame. Someone like Martial Saint should have died by my hands."
"However, it’s not too late."
Wu Aotian grinned and stood up slowly.
"If I kill you, it would be almost the same as killing Martial Saint, right?"
"You wanted the book ‘Aotian Divine Fist’? I, Wu Aotian, don’t play with fake things. Let me out and face me in a battle, and I will gladly share my martial arts with you!"
"Looks like you’re really crazy," Wu Jing shook his head.
"Crazy?" Wu Aotian laughed even louder.
"You’re underestimating me. Neither Martial Saint nor this Qiao family member in front of us can match the current me."
"But if I fear the strong and act tough in front of the weak, is that the right thing for me, Wu Aotian, to do?"
"This is my… the way of the Aotian Divine Fist!"
Wu Aotian is not someone who can’t see the difference in strength, nor is he a crazy person who can’t understand others.
He is clear-headed about certain things, sees things clearly, but his nature is arrogant, and he doesn’t hold back with his words.
To be honest, with such a character, Qiao Mu would still keep an eye on him – as long as he doesn’t keep on talking about the Aotian Divine Fist.
"You want to kill me? Then I wish you success."
Qiao Mu said calmly.
Wu Jing took a step forward in the morning, opened the tightly locked prison door, and removed all the chains from Wu Aotian.
Wu Aotian’s face lit up instantly, feeling energetic and let out another loud laugh:
"This time, you made a mistake. You actually dared to let me out!"
"People in this world are mostly thieves and rogues, a few like you and Martial Saint are mad and unaware lunatics."
Wu Aotian laughed heartily as he walked out of the prison gate, his strong true strength flowing through his body:
"Evil can never overcome good! This world will not be left to the mercy of you lunatics. It is my duty to suppress all powers, bring peace to the world for eternity!"
"Come, taste my… Fist of Justice!"
Wu Aotian threw a punch, and his true strength unexpectedly increased. His punch landed with force.
"This kind of martial arts…" Qiao Mu said with lowered eyelids.
Standing still, he faced it head-on, unleashing his immense true strength from his palms.
Meeting Wu Aotian’s punch head-on, he used his vast true strength to block the fierce attack, then transformed his palm into a claw, grabbing Wu Aotian by the neck.
"Indeed quite impressive, but it’s just a name…" Qiao Mu’s eyes revealed a hint of regret.
"And trying to kill me, you are still far away."
From Wu Aotian’s martial arts, he saw similarities to Founding Emperor Yan’s sound techniques and Earth Sword Immortal’s Heavenly Slashing Swordsmanship.
Emphasize the spirit, not just the moves.
"You are extremely stubborn, always thinking you are right. Even if Martial Saint defeats you, you won’t change your mind. You think I’m the crazy one and you’re clear-headed, that’s why you want to use your ‘righteous divine fist’ to kill me?"
Qiao Mu guessed.
That wouldn’t be a big deal if it’s just that.
The key is when this person threw a punch, along with his words full of justice, the strength of the punch suddenly increased by three points out of nowhere…
"The sixth of the seventy-two wise men, though not very bright, is indeed a martial arts genius."
Qiao Mu nodded.
This Aotian Divine Fist also has some reference value for him, allowing him to continue exploring martial arts skills.
"You are the one with poor brains, dare to fight me for another three hundred rounds?" Wu Aotian glared angrily.
Qiao Mu ignored him and just gave him paper and a pen.
"Let’s make a bet, write down your "Aotian Divine Fist" if you lose."
Qiao Mu was not afraid of his schemes. With his martial arts skills, he could easily tell whether "Aotian Divine Fist" was genuine or fake.
Just then, Li Gongde hurried over from a distance.
"Senior Qiao Shuangtu," Li Gongde bowed.
"Something has happened in Nan Province," Li Gongde said.
"The Great Dao Sect, Long Life Gate, Qingxuan Road, Tongtian Sword Sect, and Liangyi Sect have all had many cultivators rushing over. The sky was filled with radiant lights, there was no attempt to conceal it."
Although the Wuji Association no longer existed, as the Zhong Province Moon Xuan Envoy of the Wuji Association, Li Gongde still had his own information network.
In addition, since the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates did not even try to hide the matter, it was clear and open, so he quickly gathered information.
"It seems like the situation is really serious," Li Gongde said with a solemn expression.
"The Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates have never been in harmony with each other, but this time they seem to be teaming up against a common enemy…" he looked at Qiao Mu, his face filled with concern.
"The Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates are very powerful and have different skills. They have come together and may pose a threat…"
"So, they want to team up and harm me with various methods?" Qiao Mu’s eyes sparkled.
Maybe Wu Aotian wasn’t wrong after all.
His mind might not be very clear, trying to put an end to this overly long life.
Having sailed through a thousand sails, he now yearns for a true end.
"For such a big matter, let me prepare and call upon my brothers for help."
Leaving these words behind, Qiao Mu picked up the recently written "Aotian Divine Fist" by Wu Aotian and floated away.
He didn’t go far, instead finding a quiet corner with no one around, then poked his temple again with his finger.
After a moment.
A new Qiao Mu suddenly appeared and helped up his own fallen body.
"Zhong Province also needs someone to stay, should I invite a few more? And there are three chances to come back to life…"
Qiao Mu started thinking.
He needed to leave Zhong Province, but before that, there was one thing he had to do.
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Swish! Swish! Swish!
A loud whistling sound pierced through the sky.
On the plains of Zhong Province, a wealthy merchant with a big belly woke up from his carriage, ignoring his sleepiness, feeling the carriage shake and hearing the horses neighing in front.
"What’s happening? Are there robbers blocking the way?"
The wealthy merchant opened the window and saw a long white mark in the endless blue sky, accompanied by a deafening roar.
As he focused his gaze, he noticed a figure running in the air ahead of the white mark, with trumpet-like sounds gathering around his waist.
"Who is that immortal on the road?" the wealthy merchant exclaimed with widened eyes.
Suddenly, the "immortal" above crashed into a Taoist temple below, causing the entire temple to collapse with a thunderous noise.
