Chapter 270 - 139: Unquellable Spirit, 3 Things to Do! What Is a Legend? The ’Martial Saint’ in His Youth

Chapter 270: Chapter 139: Unquellable Spirit, 3 Things to Do! What Is a Legend? The ’Martial Saint’ in His Youth

A disciple of the Garrison Commander of Jiangyin Prefecture...!?

The words, spoken so openly, instantly stunned every armored Government Soldier on the training ground. Without exception, all of them froze—including Zhang Qing, who stood beside Ji Xiu.

In the vast Jiangyin Prefecture, Prefecture Officials who enjoyed "Merit and Fame" held a higher station than other officials.

But that was only their station.

When it came to true authority, the ones who controlled politics, the Martial Mansion, and military power were the Prefecture Lord, the Dean, and the Garrison Commander.

These three great figures within a Great Xuan Mansion were the true titans who could shake the very foundations with a stomp of their foot. They were the ones who truly stood at the apex of Jiangyin Prefecture!

To become a disciple of such a figure...

What good was the status of a Daoist School or a member of a Grand Lineage? Before this, they were all a notch below.

Unless one was the heir to a great School just one step shy of a True Sect, one overseen by a Dragon and Tiger master—nothing else could possibly compare!

Instantly, the Government Soldiers who heard the offer were stunned, bewildered.

"Who is this kid? Where did he come from? How many years has it been since the General took a disciple?"

"The last one, Han Ying, was accepted over a decade ago. Even when he strayed onto the crooked path of the Divine Dao and made a huge mistake, the General only threw him into the Water Prison. He didn’t harm his life or his Martial Dao foundation, so he still has a chance to become a Grandmaster in the future."

"Just from that, you can see how much General Luo values his disciples."

"If this kid becomes his heir..."

"Wouldn’t he instantly be sitting above us, who’ve served for years and struggled to become Ten Decurions Officials and Centurion Generals? He’d even be on equal footing with the Grandmasters in the army!"

Luo Daocheng’s undisguised words of admiration made the many Martial Artists of the Garrison Mansion, who had struggled so hard to get where they were today, feel both envious and deeply indignant.

They stared at the young man walking off the warship, their eyes predatory.

Ji Xiu had just arrived at this massive sea fortress and was still pondering why this General Luo had summoned him the moment he entered the prefecture.

But the general’s sudden opening words were so earth-shattering that even he was left stunned.

’He wants to take me as his disciple?’

Looking at Luo Daocheng on the high command platform—with thick, prominent brows and eyes as sharp as chiseled blades—who stood with his hands on his hips, his tone didn’t seem false.

He glanced around and saw all the drilling Government Soldiers had stopped what they were doing. Every one of them was staring at him, their eyes predatory...

Ji Xiu couldn’t help but sigh in his heart:

’All my hard work in Cultivation over the past half-year...’

’Now that I’ve arrived in this wider world, it’s finally being recognized.’

His efforts in breaking the Two Limits, cultivating Dao Skills concurrently, advancing his physical body and Divine Soul in tandem, and even producing the Purest Gang, had not been in vain.

Now, even an expert of the Dragon Tiger Realm could see his potential and was eagerly extending an olive branch.

However, he had already taken a Master once, and his mentor, Duan Chenzhou, held an extremely important place in his heart.

Even if he were to seek a more powerful Master, he couldn’t do it at this particular juncture.

Having made up his mind, Ji Xiu, who wasn’t entirely against the idea, walked up to the command platform with a dazed Zhang Qing by his side, coming face-to-face with Luo Daocheng, the Garrison Commander of Jiangyin Prefecture.

"I am honored by your high regard, General, but..."

"I, Ji Xiu, have come to the prefecture this time to go to my Master’s Sect, the Celestial Blade School, to mourn my Master. It would be inappropriate for me to take another Master at this time and offer you the ceremonial tea."

The general before him was nearly two meters tall. The Martial Arts Qi and Blood in his body roiled so hotly it was almost tangible, like a great blazing sun radiating a scorching light that made it difficult for anyone to approach or look at him directly!

But having been tempered by the Great Five Decline Celestial Saber and the Feathered Immortal Robe, Ji Xiu was now almost immune to this kind of "scorching hot" martial pressure.

Therefore, his expression was neither servile nor arrogant; he simply cupped his hands in a fist-and-palm salute.

But his words, once heard by the assembled Government Soldiers, sent them into an uproar once again.

’Come on, brother...’

’The man before you is a powerful general who commands the three thousand Government Soldiers of Jiangyin Prefecture!’

’Even if you strip away that title, he’s a genuine Dragon Tiger Realm expert! Even if that’s what you’re thinking, you can’t just say it to his face...’

’Otherwise, with everyone watching, how is their General Luo supposed to save face?’

’I was wrong. This kid has some serious guts, he even dares to slight the General’s honor...’

A Government Soldier turned his head, swallowed, then silently returned to his post to continue drilling, no longer watching the commotion or joining the hubbub.

To be rejected when trying to accept a disciple in front of so many people was inevitably a loss of face. If they, as subordinates, continued to surround them, it would no longer be just watching a show—it would be watching their leader lose face.

And wasn’t that just asking for trouble for themselves!

The crowd of Government Soldiers, who had just been surging forward, filled with righteous indignation, scattered in an instant as soon as Ji Xiu spoke, as if the command platform didn’t even exist.

The vast sea fortress suddenly fell into a profound silence.

"Oh?"

Luo Daocheng was slightly surprised by this answer. He straightened up, and his phoenix eyes narrowed beneath his thick, silkworm-like brows.

"I have heard that your Master, Duan Chenzhou, has fallen."

"And I was just about to speak with you about this matter."

"Your Ancestral Master, Wang Xuanyang, once helped me eliminate a grave threat and resolve the Jiangyin flood disaster, allowing me to secure this position as Garrison Commander. For that, I owe your lineage a favor."

"In addition, your talent in the Martial Dao is outstanding, and your future is undoubtedly bright. So, I thought I’d go with the flow and offer to take you as my disciple, to look after you in your Master’s stead."

"I won’t be angry that you refused me, but..."

Luo Daocheng glanced at the white mourning band on Ji Xiu’s forehead, which fluttered in the wind, and shook his head.

"As for Duan Chenzhou’s funeral... you had best not go."