Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

He immediately held his breath and stilled his mind.

Sure enough, he then heard the faint sound of heavy breathing. After listening a bit, he realized the sound was actually coming toward them.

The few of them no longer hesitated and hurriedly looked for a place to hide.

In no more than fifteen minutes, a black figure cut through the wind and arrived.

Wind sprang beneath his feet, yet his breathing was rough and heavy—clearly he was injured.

He stepped on branches and grass as he ran to this spot, then let out a muffled groan and involuntarily came to a stop.

He casually pulled off his face cloth, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Although the Crimson Blood Divine Technique can greatly increase my Inner Strength for a short time.

“This kind of desperate method really can’t be used often.

“That old bastard actually recognized my Whale Swallowing Skill… his physical strength is no weaker than mine. Could it be… could he be that remnant from back then the Hall Master mentioned?

“And that young man who looked so honest and simple—his martial arts were also exquisitely profound. What is his background?

“This New Hall Master really is no ordinary person. I lost out tonight, I must hurry and send the news back so the Hall Master can be prepared.

“It’s just that Xiangtian Sect…”

As he said this, his brows knitted tightly together. In the end he shook his head:

“In the end, they still didn’t get their hands on him. Even if they have some suspicions, it’ll be hard for them to touch the leaders of the Eight sects.

“Right now I no longer have the time to keep tangling with that Xiangtian Sect lot here.

“I have to hurry and send that person back first…”

Perhaps because he was seriously injured, his muttering to himself let slip quite a few secrets.

After adjusting his breathing for a short moment, he looked back and saw no Chasing Army. At once he let out a sigh of relief:

“Looks like those two have exquisite martial arts, but in Qinggong they’re still a notch inferior.”

Finishing that sentence, he stood up again and continued forward without lingering.

He sprinted ahead for only a short while before arriving at the edge of a sheer cliff.

The rock wall above was straight and precipitous.

He did not climb it, however, but followed the cliff wall all the way to its end.

The place was covered in vines and weeds. Pulling the vines aside, he revealed a narrow path at the cliff’s edge, winding downward.

This sight left the Sihai Dragon Heads and Mu Shanshan, who were trailing behind him, staring at one another.

The Sihai Dragon Heads looked at Mu Shanshan, and Mu Shanshan’s face was full of confusion.

The Gen Division had guarded Weilong Island for many years. She had been this Division Leader for quite some time as well, yet she had never known that such a hidden place existed here.

After only a brief hesitation, the group followed the narrow path along the cliff wall and headed inward.

And just as they had gone in for less than the time it takes to drink one pot of tea—

A multicolored butterfly fluttered and swayed its way over.

It hovered unceasingly near a crack in the cliff wall.

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Inside the City Lord Manor of Weilong City.

In Su Mo’s room, Xiangtian Sect had not yet left.

He was still chatting idly with Su Mo.

Su Mo and he were carrying on as if they were old close friends who hadn’t met in years, talking and laughing.

Yang Xiaoyun’s face was full of boredom; she was even getting a little sleepy.

Listening to this old and this young one talk—starting from the difficulties of the Eight sects, then to Shui Wuchang’s helplessness, then from Shui Wuchang’s helplessness to Xiangtian Sect’s Fishing Technique, and finally to Mu Shanshan’s ancestors going back generations.

From there they brought up Dragon King Hall, and went over each Hall Master one by one.

In the end they even drifted off into the customs and local flavor of the various places in Nanhai.

She could already tell that Xiangtian Sect’s goal had in fact been achieved.

The old man had probably wanted to leave long ago.

Unfortunately Su Mo was in high spirits, dragging him left and right in conversation, simply not letting the old man go.

With the Hall Master in such a talkative mood, what could a Qianbu chief like him do?

He could only keep him company and chat.

Yang Xiaoyun forced herself to perk up, putting on a look of being very interested in their conversation, and was just about to refill their tea.

Footsteps sounded again outside the door.

A thought stirred in Xiangtian Sect’s heart…

Could it be that Shui Wuchang’s death has already been discovered?

If so, Su Mo dragging him into idle chatter would actually be a good thing.

It would serve to prove he wasn’t at the scene.

Su Mo, however, merely lifted his head with a faint smile at this moment:

“He’s finally here.”

“Ah?”

Xiangtian Sect was stunned, feeling there was something more in Su Mo’s words.

But Su Mo had no intention of explaining. With a wave of his hand, the door swung open, and a man with a sickly pallor was standing outside.

Xiangtian Sect looked closely and his expression instantly changed:

“Sick young master!?”

As he spoke he was already about to stand up.

Back when the sick young master was wreaking havoc in Nanhai, he hadn’t only been making trouble for the Nanhai Alliance; the man had pretty much turned all of Nanhai upside down.

As the chief of Qianbu, Xiangtian Sect had crossed paths with the sick young master a few times.

Although they had never truly fought, he knew well that this person was anything but ordinary.

He hadn’t expected that, after vanishing from the Jianghu for several years, their next meeting would be here.

He subconsciously started to rise to guard against him.

When he heard Su Mo chuckle:

“Lord Xiang, do stay seated for now.”

“Hall Master, this person is…”

Xiangtian Sect thought Su Mo didn’t yet know the sick young master’s identity.

But the sick young master had already stepped into the room, came to Su Mo’s side, and whispered a few words in his ear.

Su Mo nodded slightly, then said to Xiangtian Sect:

“Lord Xiang, I’m in high spirits tonight. I wonder if Lord Xiang has the leisure to take a nighttime stroll with me?”

For a moment Xiangtian Sect felt his brain couldn’t quite keep up.

With nothing better to do, go take a nighttime stroll my ass?

But with an order from the Hall Master, how would he dare disobey?

He hurriedly cupped his fists and bowed: “It would be my honor.”

“Good.”

Su Mo nodded. “Let’s go.”

As he spoke, he stood up, took Yang Xiaoyun with him, and walked out the door.

Xiangtian Sect quickly followed behind.