Chapter 134
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Chapter 134: Mightiness
The underground secret chamber fell silent. One could hear a pin drop.
Then, Jia Tianhe slapped him repeatedly, shouting in frustration, "I told you to stop talking nonsense! I told you to stop talking nonsense! I told you to stop talking nonsense!"
He delivered three hard slaps in quick succession.
Jia Tianhao’s face turned red with fury, ready to argue, when a Giant Guard kicked him out, scolding, "The Golden Armored Giant Clan can tolerate a chatterbox, but we will not tolerate fools or liars."
Jia Tianhao tumbled to the ground in an undignified heap.
Yuluan laughed and said, "Chatterbox, are you trying to make me laugh on purpose?"
No one believed him.
Even Zhang Yang shook his head with a smile, thinking the joke had gone too far.
Jia Tianhao raised his hand and swore, "If he is not a Saint, may I die with no place to be buried!"
The room fell silent once again.
Such an oath, even if spoken recklessly, was considered highly taboo among martial artists.
Who would dare to make such a vow for mere amusement?
"Is he really a Saint?" Zhang Yang asked. "Is there a Saint in Mo City?"
Yuluan, Jia Tianhe, and the others were equally intrigued.
Jia Tianhao, still clutching his sore backside, said, "I didn’t expect it either! He is a Saint! I chatted with him for a long time on my first day out. A few nights ago, I snuck out, thinking he usually wakes up early to chat at that time. Little did I know, he revealed today that he is a Saint. I even mocked him, but then he unleashed his Holy Might and crushed me utterly. I came back to tell you, and now I’ve been beaten again. Isn’t that unfair?"
Everyone exchanged glances, stunned.
There really was a Saint!
A true Saint, one who viewed mortals as mere ants, existed here in Mo City!
"Where is he? How did you end up chatting with him?" Zhang Yang asked.
Jia Tianhao muttered, "He had no one to talk to, and I was bored, so I just chatted with him."
After much questioning and discussion, Zhang Yang decided to meet this Saint.
With Jia Tianhao leading the way, they quickly arrived at a quiet and remote area in Mo City, where the surroundings were eerily silent and rarely visited.
There was a small courtyard with three thatched houses, and behind it lay a small bamboo grove.
An old man was basking in the sun.
The first words the old man spoke confirmed to Zhang Yang that he truly was a Saint.
"You have a Saint behind you."
He appeared to be an ordinary old man, with no visible signs of martial arts, but his eyes were like the night sky—vast, deep, and profound, as if they contained the entire universe.
"How did you know, senior?" Zhang Yang asked, unafraid. Perhaps it was because the first so-called Saint he had encountered was Chi Zhenyi’s spirit.
He remained calm and composed, neither humble nor arrogant.
The old man replied, "That Saint left a mark on you. He is protecting you, ensuring that other Saints do not bully the weaker ones. However, only Saints can perceive such measures."
Zhang Yang murmured to himself, "I didn’t expect Chi Sheng to be quite considerate."
His words concealed his subtle thoughts.
Chi Zhenyi’s renown was vast, recognized as one of the two most powerful Saints in the Southern Region. Zhang Yang aimed to provoke the Saint before him while ensuring his own safety, as he genuinely had no grasp of this Saint’s purpose or his connection with Jia Tianhao. Regardless, it was wiser to remain cautious.
Sure enough, a peculiar glint flashed in the old man’s eyes as he said, “Chi Sheng? The one who was once one of the two strongest Saints in the Southern Region, Chi Zhenyi? He’s still alive?”
“Yes, he’s alive, in seclusion within the Vast Forest,” Zhang Yang replied.
The old man nodded and remarked, “No wonder the Vast Forest dares to stand up to the Major Holy Places of the Southern Region.”
Zhang Yang wanted to say that he hadn’t thought that far ahead.
Even if Chi Zhenyi was indeed present, he was merely a Dao Soul now. Although the Small Tree King had mentioned that in two to three months, once certain seals were lifted, he would help Chi Zhenyi swiftly regain his physical form, it still felt distant and unreal to Zhang Yang.
Thus, he acted without considering these factors, always adhering to his guiding principles. If he couldn’t win, he would simply flee. After all, if he escaped into the Vast Forest, he feared no one, as it was a place even the combined forces of the Southern Region Saints couldn’t conquer.
“Senior, by revealing your identity to Tianhao, you must have intended to meet me,” Zhang Yang said, cutting straight to the point.
The old man replied lightly, “This Saint is named Liao Qingshan. I once successfully proved my path to immortality but was ambushed by a friend, leaving me with a lingering path injury that still requires Phoenix Bones.”
He explained his situation succinctly.
“Could you reveal the identity of that friend?”
“Bai Yunxiao of the Ziyang Sacred Land, who has since proven himself as a Saint.”
“I have two questions, Senior. First, can’t you obtain the Phoenix Bones yourself? Second, why did you choose me?”
Liao Qingshan’s openness clearly indicated his interest in Zhang Yang—or perhaps in the Vast Forest.
Liao Qingshan replied calmly, “After the Eternal Night, pure-blooded Phoenixes vanished from the world. Even mixed-blood Phoenixes are rare, and Phoenix Bones are exceedingly scarce. If I were to search for them, other Saints would surely detect my movements, which would be unfavorable for me. As for the Vast Forest, first, I bear a grudge against the Ziyang Sacred Land, and we share a common enemy; second, I was impressed by your performance in Mo City and wish to take you as my disciple; third, Tianhao is quite remarkable.”
Upon hearing this, Jia Tianhao felt both pride and excitement.
He was proud to be praised by Liao Qingshan and excited at the prospect of Zhang Yang becoming his disciple.
Zhang Yang, however, smiled wryly. The idea of becoming a disciple felt awkward, especially since even Chi Sheng felt unworthy to be his master. If he were to accept another master, how would Chi Sheng react? And if he were to say Chi Sheng wasn’t qualified, wouldn’t that be a slap in the face to Liao Qingshan?
He certainly couldn’t reveal that he had already embarked on the path of the Dao.
Nevertheless, he could tell that Liao Qingshan was no ordinary figure.
It was evident that without a master or sect, he had independently proven his path to immortality—a feat that was not just difficult in the Southern Region’s context but downright incredible. One could only say that Liao Qingshan was truly exceptional.
To achieve sainthood, survive an ambush, and still maintain his Saint realm was even more extraordinary.
His decision to approach the Vast Forest was clearly the result of careful consideration.
Phoenix Bones, revenge, taking on a disciple, and perhaps a budding friendship with Jia Tianhao—all these factors played a role.
“Senior, regarding the matter of becoming a disciple, I have a special agreement with Chi Sheng,” Zhang Yang hinted.
Liao Qingshan replied calmly, “Very well.”
Zhang Yang didn’t delve deeper into the Saint’s thoughts; he would leave that to Chi Zhenyi.
“Senior, if you obtain the Phoenix Bones, how long will it take for you to recover?” Zhang Yang asked.
Liao Qingshan held up five fingers.
Zhang Yang exclaimed joyfully, “Five years?”
Liao Qingshan shook his head.
“Fifty years?”
“Young man, do you underestimate this Saint?”
“Could it be five months?” Zhang Yang grew excited.
To his surprise, Liao Qingshan still shook his head.
Zhang Yang’s eyes widened in disbelief. “It couldn’t possibly be five days, could it?”
Liao Qingshan replied lightly, “My path injury has nearly healed. With Phoenix Bones, I can recover fully in five days, and within three years, I will reach the mid-stage of Sainthood!”
Zhang Yang could only give a thumbs-up and exclaim with genuine admiration, “Liao Sheng’s Holy Might is unparalleled!”
