194: Chapter 63: The Dachu Dynasty, the Pinnacle of Martial Arts 194: Chapter 63: The Dachu Dynasty, the Pinnacle of Martial Arts “I am Zhao Chunyang.”
“Would you rather come to me, or shall I go to you?”
These two sentences echoed over Great Chu Imperial City’s military exercise field.
Sitting motionless with eyes closed, mustering his fighting spirit and ready to engage in a fierce battle with the Island Master of Wangyou Island, Wu Zhexian was stunned and bewildered; he had never anticipated such an event occurring—
He didn’t even have time to react.
What on earth had happened at Lotus Peak?
Logically, the shattering of the Jade Talisman signified a distress signal from his subordinate…
But he couldn’t make sense of it.
Who was it that had provoked Zhao Chunyang by crushing the Jade Talisman?
Hadn’t the Da Sui Sword Palace been sealed off for a whole ten years!
Wasn’t Zhao Chunyang in closed-off cultivation the whole time!
If memory served, numerous rumors in the Imperial City over these years claimed that Zhao Chunyang was already dead!
“Rumble…”
After the Jade Talisman shattered.
Countless flickering lights outlined a portal in the void.
Zhao Chunyang, who was at the small courtyard on Lotus Peak, didn’t hesitate upon seeing the portal and immediately reached out, grasping toward Wu Zhexian, who was thousands of miles away.
“???”
Wu Zhexian’s expression changed drastically.
He couldn’t manage a response in time and hastily retreated.
“Hiding?”
Zhao Chunyang’s expression turned cold.
The Lotus Robe seemed to “come alive” at that moment, with countless lotuses shining brightly.
Sect Leader Pure Yang took a step forward, vanishing from the small courtyard on Lotus Peak and instantly crossing thousands of miles through the Jade Talisman Array Pattern to the outskirts of Great Chu Imperial City.
He grabbed the collar of the Martial Artist, Wu Zhexian, and followed with a heavy punch to the lower abdomen.
Thump.
A dull sound as heavy as thunder and beating drums spread out.
The clouds that had shrouded the sky over the military exercise field for half a day were dispersed by the punch, transforming into clouds stretching for miles, and the sky cleared.
The sound was so heavy that the entire Imperial City could hear it.
No one knew why a thunderclap had burst forth in broad daylight.
However, the Island Master of Wangyou Island, who was far away in the Great Chu Imperial Palace teahouse, was well aware of the “weight” of that punch.
He, who had just stood up, hastily sat back down, poured himself another cup of tea, and exclaimed, “The tea here from the old State Preceptor is truly wonderful…
Mister Duan suddenly feels like enjoying a few more cups.”
“???”
The old State Preceptor, looking at the shamelessly brazen Martial Artist before him, didn’t know what to say.
“How is Zhao Chunyang still alive…”
The Island Master of Wangyou Island massaged his temples, troubled, and muttered quietly in his heart, “He’s too good at hiding; when I visited Da Sui Sword Palace, why didn’t I see even his shadow?”
He didn’t quite understand.
Just a few days ago, Zhao Chunyang didn’t even meet him.
What did it mean for him to appear now?
Although the specific reasons were unclear, the Island Master of Wangyou Island vaguely guessed the situation.
Someone had crushed the Jade Talisman, hoping Wu Zhexian would take action…
Which unlucky fool with a hole in his head had actually managed to stir Zhao Chunyang from his closed-door cultivation of ten years?
“Indeed, good men don’t live long; scourges last a thousand years.”
The Island Master of Wangyou Island had previously kept this thought to himself, but this sentence accidentally slipped out, and the old State Preceptor overheard it.
The latter helplessly advised, “Mister Duan, better to say less, lest you be overheard and cause complications.”
“…”
The Island Master of Wangyou Island promptly sealed his lips.
He recalled the last time he fought with Zhao Chunyang and for the first time, his face showed a hint of fear…
If you were to ask him who he feared most in the world,
Apart from his wife, it was probably Zhao Chunyang.
The reason was simple.
This fellow surnamed Zhao hit people too painfully.
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Thump!
The clouds above the Imperial City shattered, restoring clarity to the sky.
Wu Zhexian’s pupils contracted sharply; his Martial Arts Golden Body had long reached the peak of ‘Glazed Glass purity’, a physique that could shatter the void, traverse the Thunder Pool, and even withstand heavenly tribulation.
But with this punch.
He was uncontrollably lifted off the ground, thrown several miles back, and made a human-shaped hole in the large drum of the military exercise field.
The wooden huts and pavilions behind were also destroyed, dust billowed, and Wu Zhexian ultimately smashed into the belly of a large mountain.
He couldn’t believe it as he looked down at his abdomen.
The skin punched by Zhao Chunyang sprouted a dense web of cracks.
His Martial Arts Golden Body had been cracked!
Beyond that.
An excruciating pain bore into his heart, spreading from his abdomen to his limbs, and even a Martial Artist in the Yang God Realm could hardly resist this soul-piercing agony.
“Ugh…”
Perspiration appeared on Wu Zhexian’s forehead; he forcibly bit down, crushing his teeth, holding back the pained groan.
Looking up again,
The Zhao Chunyang in the Lotus Robe was already standing before him.
“Not even seventy years into your cultivation and to possess such a physique, you indeed deserve the title ‘Martial Dao Exiled Immortal’.”
After scrutinizing the Martial Artist before him from head to toe, Zhao Chunyang sincerely offered an evaluation that shattered his spirit, “However…
you still need training.”
Zhao Chunyang frowned and said, “Didn’t your master tell you that there’s a level beyond the ‘Glazed Glass Realm’ for the Martial Arts Golden Body?”
A Martial Artist in the Yang God Realm forges a Glazed Glass physique.
Beyond that,
Lies the legendary state of ‘Ablemished.’
Wu Zhexian looked at Zhao Chunyang with some desperation.
The realm of Ablemished, how easy was it to reach?
Was this really a matter of knowledge or ignorance?
“I suggest you behave yourself,”
Spoke Zhao Chunyang indifferently, “…
Otherwise, you might get punched again.”
At these words, fury overcame Wu Zhexian; he ground his silver teeth, and the war intent that had built up over time uncontrollably erupted!
Yang God!
He was a formidable Martial Artist in the Yang God Realm!
When had he ever been so suppressed and humiliated!
With a boom, the mountain trembled, and the entire world was locked down by his overwhelming blood vitality…
As the saying goes, when a martial artist becomes enraged, blood will spill and bodies will float downstream!
The wrath of a Yang God Realm martial artist is something few in the Great Chu Dynasty could withstand.
Regrettably,
Zhao Chunyang just so happened to be one of the rare few who could.
So, Wu Zhexian, who was considered a “rising star” in the Yang God Realm and a pinnacle among martial artists, became furious for an instant.
“…Snap!”
Zhao Chunyang waved his sleeve expressionlessly.
The surging tide of blood energy that approached him was directly dispersed.
Considering they were in the Great Chu Imperial City, and since the other party was after all a “junior,” Zhao Chunyang held back some of his strength.
What seemed like a casual flick of his sleeve once again sent Wu Zhexian crashing heavily into the side of a small mountain.
This time,
The fighting spirit that Wu Zhexian had been building up for a long time was shattered to pieces.
He stood there dumbfounded, staring at the elder in the lotus patterned robe in front of him, disheveled and in a state of unprecedented disarray.
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“State Preceptor, I suddenly remembered there is an urgent matter at home.”
The Island Master of Wangyou Island had sipped two cups of tea and felt something was not quite right.
He quickly spoke up, “I must leave first…
please convey my regards to the Holy Empress and Old Qin on my behalf.”
But in the next moment,
The energy of the entire teahouse seemed locked in place.
“Since you’ve come, then settle down…
Take your time with your tea.”
The State Preceptor said calmly, “Since you’ve made up your mind to come to the Imperial City to challenge others, then you should be prepared to meet ‘Old Qin.’
“No, I didn’t expect this to happen at all,”
The Island Master of Wangyou Island said with a troubled frown, “With that punch from Zhao Chunyang, am I not lumped with the folks from the Da Sui Sword Palace now?”
The State Preceptor scoffed, his gaze towards the Island Master could not have been more telling.
Pretending?
Who would believe you’re not in cahoots?
Of course, the Island Master of Wangyou Island picked up on the State Preceptor’s mocking thoughts.
He was like a mute who had eaten coptis – there was bitterness, but he could not speak of it; now, no explanation would suffice.
Before leaving, his wife had not warned him against coming to the Imperial City today to issue challenges!
“It’s no big deal staying here, but once those two finish their fight, I shouldn’t be involved, right?”
The Island Master of Wangyou Island asked with a headache, “I definitely can’t fight with that guy…
What if Zhao Chunyang just leaves, aren’t you going to hold me accountable?”
The State Preceptor continued to pour tea with serenity, gesturing for the Island Master of Wangyou Island to go ahead and drink.
What comes after,
Will be discussed later.
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Over the years, the fortunes of the Dachu Dynasty had collapsed.
However, before the cycle of the zodiac had passed, the Battle of Poisoned Wine had still given rise to many prodigies, bursting onto the scene out of nowhere.
Due to the Dragon Vein Formation, the “martial fate” of the Dachu Imperial Family had been prosperous for hundreds of years.
Otherwise, there would not have been a Yang God martial artist as extraordinary as Wu Zhexian…
The Battle of Poisoned Wine saw many martial artists perish, but the Imperial Family managed to preserve the most important line of descent.
Dwelling within the Imperial City, the Qin Family, occupying the last of the three major positions granted to non-imperial kings, was the bearer of the martial fate of the Dachu Royal Family.
The patriarch of the Qin Family had lived for several cycles of the zodiac and was the longest-lived and most profoundly skilled in martial arts in the Great Chu Imperial City.
Without equal.
It could be said that this patriarch of the Qin Family was the pinnacle of martial arts within the Dachu Dynasty.
On ordinary days,
This patriarch of the Qin Family would not concern himself with worldly matters, nor with conflicts.
As long as the Dachu Dynasty did not face significant events involving the “Dragon Vein,” he would not make an appearance.
In the past decade, he had shown himself briefly only when the Emperor passed away, using the firm methods of a martial artist to stabilize the Imperial City amidst the turbulent situation.
Beyond that, he left no trace.
On ordinary days, no one in the Qin Family knew the whereabouts of the old patriarch.
After the Battle of Poisoned Wine, all the disciples of the Qin Family patriarch had died in battle…
with only one survivor.
That was “Wu Zhexian.”
About this patriarch, the Dachu Dynasty had many speculations.
Some said that this patriarch of the Qin Family had reached the pinnacle of martial arts, ascended to the Heavenly Human Realm, and was just a hair’s breadth from the bottleneck that separated him from a True Immortal as told in legends.
Such a character,
Had all but severed ties with the mundane world.
The only things that could move him were the martial fate of the Dachu Royal Family that he had taken responsibility for since his youth,
And a handful of “old acquaintances from the worldly dust.”
Clearly,
Wu Zhexian was one of them.
After the dark clouds in the sky shattered, the clear skies did not last long.
The sound of muffled thunder spread and trembled, and the entire expanse of the sky, enveloped by the vast qi, became shrouded in darkness.
The mountain ranges outside the Imperial City started to tremble, releasing a low hum.
An extremely powerful qi descended from the firmament like a waterfall, completely sealing off the land.
“…Master.”
Wu Zhexian looked up, his voice trembling slightly.
Zhao Chunyang also looked up.
He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the firmament where the fleeing clouds revealed flashes of lightning.
Dimly visible was an imposing figure, standing high above the clouds, showing no signs of “aging” whatsoever, his robe fluttering like that of a celestial being.
That person was none other than…
the martial arts pinnacle of the Great Chu Dynasty.
The lotus-patterned robe trembled in the wind.
Zhao Chunyang let out a light chuckle, gesturing with his sleeve.
A wisp of purple Sword Qi streaked out, and he simply stepped onto the Sword Qi, ascending towards the heavens.
On that day, thunder roared in the sky above the Imperial City.
Sword Qi churned like a roaming dragon, with the sound of bells echoing unceasingly.
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This chapter took a long time to write, thank you for waiting.
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