Chapter 372: A Martial Saint’s Heir Cannot Be Mediocre, That Old Man is... Wang Xuanyang!?

Chapter 372 -174: A Martial Saint’s Heir Cannot Be Mediocre, That Old Man is… Wang Xuanyang!?

Golden Turtle Island, Celestial Blade School.

A roar, mighty enough to shake dragons and tigers, thundered across the land. Imbued with the surging power of the Qi Dao, it echoed in all directions and stirred the sea into a frenzy!

The sound shattered the tranquility of the sparsely populated school, home to only a handful of disciples who had received the True Inheritance.

Within the school, atop the high, moss-covered Sword Casting Platform.

Inside the Celestial Blade School, Qin Zhuo’s eyes blazed with fury.

“Master, this is outrageous!”

“Back when Ancestral Master was still alive, every last member of the Dragon Tiger Daoist School—those so-called ‘Six Great Mountains’—wished they could just hide in their shells, terrified he would set his sights on their ancestral foundations.”

“And this Purple Mist Sect Leader? He did nothing but cower inside the Cloud Peak Purple Mist Hall. For the better part of the last Jiazi, he didn’t even dare to show his face!”

“Now that our Celestial Blade Lineage is finally showing some signs of a comeback…”

“That old turtle just had to pick this exact moment to stick his head out!”

Qin Zhuo slammed his fist against the mossy stone wall to his side, his words laced with fury.

Not long ago, his junior brother had carried the Celestial Blade Plaque and shattered the prestige of sixty-three schools along Daoist School Street, reviving the formidable reputation of the Celestial Blade Daoist School.

In that single campaign, he not only crippled the True Inheritance disciple from the Purple Mist Daoist School who had previously snapped Third Junior Brother Yuu Zhai’s hamstrings, but he also restored his honor.

Afterward, he contacted Master Chen Hex, who dispatched Fourth Junior Brother Li Songxi and Sixth Junior Brother Yinn Hong to Daoist School Street to manage the school’s affairs openly and honorably.

All they needed was for him, Qin Zhuo, or his Junior Brother Ji Xiu to achieve the rank of Qi Cultivation Grandmaster in the near future…

Then, they could reclaim the glory of their Ancestral Master, their Master, and their martial uncle. They could once again open their school to new disciples and let the Celestial Blade School undergo a Withered Wood Rejuvenation!

But at this very moment, an unwelcome guest had arrived!

Before him, Chen Hex’s brow was furrowed.

He watched as the Purple Mist True Qi surged toward the heavens, dyeing the horizon with a violet tinge. With a magnificent and imposing aura, it strode toward the Celestial Blade School’s encampment. After a moment of contemplation, he spoke calmly.

“This was to be expected.”

“Our school has broken the back of his Purple Mist School for three consecutive generations. From their pillar Qi Cultivation Grandmasters down to their core disciples, all have fallen at the hands of your martial uncle and your junior brother.”

“The fact that he could stomach that grudge until today before finally being unable to swallow it…”

“…only proves that this Purple Mist Sect Leader is a man of incredible patience.”

“Don’t worry. The Celestial Blade School couldn’t be destroyed in the past, and it won’t be destroyed today.”

“Your second junior brother’s talent in the Martial Dao surpasses all six of you.”

“Years ago, I sent him away as a Fire Seed to one of the other major branches that formed after the Sword Dao Ancestral Court fell apart.”

“And now, we have Ji Xiu, who has become a Prefecture Chief. I have entrusted everything I can pass down from the Celestial Blade Lineage to those two. So what if our school’s name is abolished? So what if we must surrender Golden Turtle Island, this Blessed Land?”

“Sooner or later, an opportunity for revival will come. There is no need to be rash.”

“Take your third and fifth junior brothers and leave by boat from the island’s rear shore.”

Chen Hex took the Black Back Broadsword from his back and tapped it gently. His expression sharpened abruptly as he prepared to step down from the Sword Casting Platform and face the Purple Mist Sect Leader directly.

The sky seemed to darken with oppression.

Hearing the commotion, the third disciple, Yuu Zhai, wheeled himself up onto the Sword Casting Platform. He saw Chen Hex and Qin Zhuo. As a Martial Artist with sharp senses, he had already overheard their conversation and couldn’t help but give a bitter smile.

“Master, my legs haven’t fully healed yet. Even if I left with my senior and junior brothers, I’d just be a burden.”

“It’s better if I just stay here and keep you company.”

Qin Zhuo took a step forward.

“He’s right, Master!”

“For the past decade or so, you’ve been dismissing our members and have given up the right to openly accept disciples. Anyone who wanted to leave is already long gone.”

“Is there a single one of us left who doesn’t intend to share in the fortunes and misfortunes of the Celestial Blade Lineage and the legacy left by our Ancestral Master?”

“Junior Brother Li Songxi and Junior Brother Yinn Hong were invited by Junior Brother Ji to oversee things on Daoist School Street. With his help, they can lay low for a while and stay safe. That will be enough to preserve the Fire Seed.”

“If these people push us too far…”

“…it’s not like we can’t show them the sharp edge of the Celestial Blade Lineage! Right, Fifth Junior Brother?”

Qin Zhuo’s tone was forceful. He looked toward a man standing beside Yuu Zhai—a Sword Carrier who had remained silent all this time, his lips pursed, looking deeply troubled.

Upon hearing this, Chen Hex’s fifth disciple—Qiao Qi, the one inheritor of the Celestial Blade Style’s teachings whom Ji Xiu had never met—mumbled something, his expression hesitant.

“Well…”

Seeing Fifth Junior Brother Qiao Qi’s expression, Qin Zhuo frowned for a moment before his features relaxed again.

‘Ah, right.’

“You come from the Thirty-Six Professions, Junior Brother. You’re from the direct lineage of a major Tea House, with a large family and a vast business. That’s different from us Wandering Martial Artists, who are tied only to our school and have no one else.”

“I know you have your own burdens that are hard to speak of. The fact that you’ve been willing to stay with the declining Celestial Blade School for so many years is already more than anyone could ask. My words just now were too harsh. That was my mistake.”

Recalling his junior brother’s background, Qin Zhuo calmed himself and began to consider the situation from Qiao Qi’s perspective.

“The Purple Mist Sect Leader has come to the island with overwhelming power and aggression. Every other word out of his mouth is about building a grave for our Ancestral Master and abolishing the Celestial Blade School.”

“His wolfish ambitions are plain to see! He’s come here to seize our foundation and steal our legacy. There’s no guarantee he won’t try to wipe us out completely!”

“Junior Brother, you should hurry. Go around to the back of the island, take a small boat straight to Jiangyin, and lay low at your family’s Tea House for a while…”

Before Qin Zhuo could finish, Qiao Qi opened his mouth as if to speak but hesitated. He glanced at Chen Hex, who was holding his broadsword, and finally let out a sigh before dropping heavily to his knees.

“Master, please expel me from the sect. Remove my name from the Celestial Blade School’s register.”

As soon as he said this, Chen Hex’s brow tightened. His two disciples, Qin Zhuo and Yuu Zhai, both stared at Qiao Qi, their expressions a mixture of shock and disbelief.