Chapter 222 - 123: In Our Lineage, a Master Must Shoulder the Afflictions of Ages

Chapter 222: Chapter 123: In Our Lineage, a Master Must Shoulder the Afflictions of Ages

"I don’t know either. What your Ancestral Master passed down was the Title and inheritance that follows the Crescent Celestial Saber. I’ve only barely scratched the surface of it, so I can’t say for sure if I can control the situation."

"But as for that sorry bunch from the Grand Lineages and Daoist Schools, I’ve seen their kind before. They’re nothing special."

"A Qi Sea with a dead-end path... even four of them put together can’t compare to the confidence of a Grandmaster pursuing a Title!"

"But that Wild Flood Dragon..."

"If it’s an Alien Species that has grasped some of the Truth of being Leakless, then it will be troublesome."

Hearing the words that only he could perceive, Ji Xiu’s expression turned grave and he nodded.

Ji Xiu wasn’t surprised by any of this.

After all,

How long had his Master, Duan Chenzhou, been a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster?

Facing such a massive confrontation right off the bat... even someone with a Superior Second Grade, a top-tier Qi Sea, might not be able to hold out!

But, the Martial Saint’s Inheritance!

Ji Xiu’s breathing grew heavy. This was a trump card his Master had never mentioned before!

’Just what kind of endless treasure did our Ancestral Master leave behind? It seems inexhaustible!’

But, no matter what...

They had to get past the current crisis first before they could claim it.

He watched as the storm of power washed over the docks, threatening to drag the innocent county folk—who had already suffered so much—back into the whirlpool of chaos.

Duan Chenzhou let out a cold laugh.

"Look, disciple."

"These masters from the Grand Lineages in the prefecture, with their Hundred Years of history, truly think of themselves as Golden Venerable and Jade Valuable. Even the Wild Flood Dragon they brought along doesn’t care about the lives of the mud-legged peasants in the mire."

"If you were to serve under people like them, and they saw even a hint of you starting to make a name for yourself..."

"...wouldn’t they do everything in their power to grind you into the dust?"

"As an outsider, if you rise to prominence, they’ll rush to befriend you, stooping to build a connection."

"But if you’re one of their own..."

"...then it’s ’better to give to an outsider than to a Household Slave’!"

"I have reached this point today by killing far too many people with a single blade. Anyone who wants to step on my head..."

"...had better be prepared to have their own head cut off by me!"

"The path for a Martial Artist of my lineage is to seek only a clear conscience and a prosperous Sword Dao. Anyone who would tarnish either of these is an enemy of our Dao, and can be cut down and killed!"

"This is the principle your Ancestral Master taught me back then!"

"Today, I am passing it on to you!"

TAP, TAP, TAP!

Duan Chenzhou, clad in purple silk robes, walked through the harsh cold at the turn of the year. His clothes billowed and Qi Waves steamed from his form!

At this coldest moment, as winter gave way to spring.

Carrying his blade, he strode toward the docks, leaving only his receding figure behind:

"The Martial Saint wields a blade, but he does not cut down motes of dust."

"To let the storm you’ve brought upon yourself harm others..."

"...is a sign of incompetence."

"Kid, you always said that since you took me as your Master, you would bear the burdens of our Master’s Sect on your own shoulders."

"Heh."

"But today, your Master will teach you another principle."

"In our lineage, starting from your Ancestral Master Wang Xuanyang, whether it’s me or Chen Hex, regardless of our level of strength..."

"...there has never been a tradition of letting the younger generation carry our debts!"

"Focus on your own path."

"In the future, don’t you dare lead your own disciple astray either!"

Duan Chenzhou shot a sidelong glance at Huang Chan and the more than one hundred Government Soldiers.

Just one glance!

That single glance sent a chill down their spines. From those blazing eyes, already surging with fighting spirit... they felt an overwhelming Martial Dao Will!

The tall warhorse Huang Chan held by the reins whinnied and trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn’t stop the terror rising in his heart:

’How can this be? How is this possible!’

’A Wild Flood Dragon, four Grandmasters... isn’t he afraid?’

Duan Chenzhou’s gaze conveyed only one meaning.

And that was, if he dared to make a move on his disciple while he was on his way to the docks to settle his Cause and Effect...

As long as Duan Chenzhou wasn’t dead!

Even if he, Huang Chan, fled to the ends of the earth, he would not escape with his head on his shoulders!

"Master!"

Huang Chan’s teeth were chattering. He glanced at his Government Soldiers, who looked as if they were ready to surrender, their morale completely shattered. He whipped his head around to look at the red-robed monk beside him!

That man was his honored master, the Temple Master of the Little Wuxiang Temple, an Outer Dao sect in Jiangyin Prefecture. Rumor had it that his temple was one of three hundred established across the Great Xuan by the Mahayana Infinite Temple, a supreme power from the Outer Dao Pure Land.

It was only by practicing his master’s arts, joining his sect, and making offerings of Incense and Candlelight that Huang Chan had reached his current level.

Because Duan Chenzhou had become a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster.

Before coming, to ensure there would be no mistakes, Huang Chan had personally gone to the Temple and invited this Great Buddha.

He had paid a steep price for his master’s protection: a promise that if he became the Successor of the Medicine Shop and seized power, he would refine a certain type of ’medicine’ for the Little Wuxiang Temple in large quantities and at no cost.

But who would have known that ever since they showed up...

Despite that Duan Martialist stealing the entire show, his master had remained as quiet as a mouse, forcing himself to stay silent as if he were invisible!

Master Huang Mi, wearing his red monk’s robes, heard the tremor in Huang Chan’s voice and slowly lifted his gaze.

He first looked at Duan Chenzhou’s back and sighed softly.

Then, he turned and stared intently at the boy named Ji Xiu, and at the people emerging from behind him. A complicated expression filled his eyes:

"If it were just a single Qi Cultivation Grandmaster, even one with a Superior Qi Sea, I would have certainly helped you put him in his place, so long as he hadn’t yet grasped any Dao Skills or cultivated a Divine Soul. But..."

He looked at Ji Xiu’s profound Dao Skill. Under the perception of his Buddhist eyes, he could see faint specks of light within the boy’s Divine Soul, tracing the outlines of a full eight hundred Dao Seals. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.

If that were all, it would be one thing.

But when Huang Mi saw Fan Nansong behind Ji Xiu, and the young girl Fan Nansong was protecting—who was wearing an Immaculate Robe—the corner of his eye couldn’t help but twitch.