Chapter 237 - 128: My Lineage’s Ancestral Master, One of the 10 Celestial Pillars? First Scroll of Feathered Transformation Complete, Forging a Glazed Body

Chapter 237: Chapter 128: My Lineage’s Ancestral Master, One of the 10 Celestial Pillars? First Scroll of Feathered Transformation Complete, Forging a Glazed Body

Nourishing Stance Martial Arts were treasured by the great grandmasters and major sects.

But a Secret Martial Dao!

It represented the life’s work of a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster. It incorporated the essence of several Martial Stances at minimum, empowering it to the point that one could even use Qi Manipulation to fight enemies!

For example, the Ye Longxiang’s Head that Ji Xiu cultivated originated from Ye Wenjiang—a renegade Disciple of the Dragon Elephant True Sect and, sixty years ago, a prodigy of the Sun and Moon Hall. This art contained six layers of essence.

[Ye Longxiang’s Head: (4111/6000)!]

[The Tutor has comprehended four layers of essence!]

[Crane Hand, Ape Finger, Falcon Claw, Tiger Fist!]

[By incorporating the Martial Stances of Dragon Unarmored, Buddha Ape Points to Heaven, Golden-Winged Roc, and Great Hidden Tiger Fist, one can obtain Soft Force, Skillful Force, Sharp Force, and Firm Force!]

After sparring constantly with a Sword Dao Grandmaster like Duan Chenzhou these past few days, the accelerated progress on his Secret Martial art was no longer as explosive as it had been at the start.

Still, it had allowed Ji Xiu to comprehend the fourth layer of essence for Ye Longxiang’s Head: Great Hidden Tiger Fist!

Fingers, claws, fists—the transformations in his techniques could counter almost any foe. It was hard to imagine what it would be like if he could master all Six Martial Stances, merge them into one, and return to a state of simple perfection...

’What kind of power would that be!’

’Perhaps that was the level Ye Wenjiang had reached just before his death.’

’A martial art of an even higher tier than this Secret Martial Dao?’

Ji Xiu held his breath, waiting for what would come next.

"Within the Celestial Blade Style, the one who received the True Inheritance of the Crescent Celestial Saber was your master."

"But no one else in the Celestial Blade Style has ever been able to cultivate this Secret Martial art."

"Outsiders all believe that your Ancestral Master, Wang Xuanyang, favored me and passed the sect’s Secret Martial art to me alone. But that’s not the case."

Duan Chenzhou explained leisurely, standing on the Flood Dragon’s back.

But just as he was about to continue...

Seeing the Cangming Monarch’s head submerged in the river, secretly listening and blowing bubbles, Duan Chenzhou immediately dropped his "eager teacher" act and feigned a look of alarm.

"Wait."

"This Flood Dragon Monarch wouldn’t spread the secrets of my Celestial Blade School, would he?"

The Cangming Monarch’s vertical pupils stared silently at Jiangyin Prefecture up ahead, his mind still filled with regret.

Once this incident was over and word got out, he would no longer receive tributes from the Fishing Trade. From now on, he’d have to wake up early and go to bed late, toiling away hunting for Treasure Fish and searching for Treasure Materials himself.

The thought of it made his heart ache, but he could only try to find joy in his misery. ’I’ve latched onto Young Master Bai Shuo’s future East Bed Prince Consort,’ he thought. ’As long as that young mistress returns to the Water Monarch’s Mansion and puts in a few good words for me with her older brother...’

’...won’t I be able to return to the East Canghai Eye?’

The Cangming Monarch was still silently comforting himself.

Snapping back to his senses, he heard Duan Chenzhou’s words and couldn’t help but roll his vertical pupils.

’As long as I can return to the Water Monarch’s Mansion, I, Master Flood Dragon, will be able to learn at least some fragments of the True Dragon Treasure Skill in the future.’

’Aren’t those Dragon Descendant Treasure Chapters several times stronger than your Human Race’s so-called Secret Martial Dao?’

’This Prince Consort’s master is so short-sighted, so provincial. Why would I, Master Flood Dragon, ever care about the paltry secrets of his little sect...’

’No matter how profound they are, how profound could they possibly be?’

The Cangming Monarch grumbled internally, but his expression didn’t show it. Instead, he grinned, his voice a low rumble like thunder.

"Grandmaster Duan, you jest. The Dharma Gates of us Dragon Descendants from the Water Monarch’s Mansion are second to none in the world. While your sect is formidable, your perspective is ultimately limited to a single prefecture. However, since I am acting on Young Master Bai Shuo’s behalf, I will naturally not speak carelessly."

Though his words were polite, the implication was obvious.

But Duan Chenzhou ignored the insinuation, simply smiling in response.

"That would be for the best."

"After all, the entire inheritance of my Master, Wang Xuanyang, came from the Sword Dao Ancestral Court, which was once one of the Ten Directions Celestial Pillar."

"Later, the Sword Dao Ancestral Court collapsed and shattered. Although my old master only obtained a few fragments, he still managed to dominate a prefecture and become a Sword Master whose fame shook Jiangyin."

"And the Crescent Celestial Saber is merely a superficial blade from within that Secret Treasure."

"It’s just that the world only ever saw Wang Xuanyang with a full moon above his head, and no one survived when he drew his blade. So, they assumed this saber art was the secret inheritance of my Celestial Blade School."

"That is, in fact, a great misconception."

"How could that possibly be the only secret inheritance we have?"

"It’s simply that we, the later generations, have been too incompetent to grasp its true essence!"

Gazing out at the East Canghai, Duan Chenzhou suddenly let out a soft sigh.

This caused the Cangming Monarch’s smiling face to suddenly stiffen.

Wait a minute. One of the Ten Directions Celestial Pillar, the Sword Dao Ancestral Court!?

The one that claimed all swordsmen under heaven hailed from its ranks? The one where you couldn’t even qualify to enter the sect unless you reached the first step of the Sword Realm, Ten Steps One Kill, by the age of eighteen? One of the old Ten Pillars of the world?

"Uh..."

"Your sect’s Ancestral Master is descended from one of the ’old Pillars’? It seems I was blind and failed to recognize true greatness. My perspective was too shallow."

The Ten Pillars of Great Xuan.

They represented the absolute peak of achievement in the Human Immortal Martial Dao, passed down from generation to generation through the Sect Master and Disciple system.

The Nine Great Families, on the other hand, revered bloodlines.

The inheritances of these nineteen houses...

...were something that even the Water Monarch’s Mansion, fallen to the East Canghai, couldn’t necessarily compare to. So how could it possibly be matched by the secret inheritance a Wild Flood Dragon like him could cultivate?

’No wonder he’s so arrogant. So his ancestors were the real deal!’

The Cangming Monarch grumbled to himself. At the same time, his vertical pupils shifted upward, watching as Boss Ji, the man chosen by Young Master Bai Shuo, now had a brilliant light in his eyes after the double act he and Duan Chenzhou had just performed.

The Flood Dragon’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately understood what had happened and cursed inwardly.

’This martial artist, Duan, is a real bastard!’

’So he was deliberately using me as a stepping stone to infinitely elevate his school’s legacy in the eyes of his precious disciple!’