Chapter 373: A Martial Saint’s Heir Cannot Be Mediocre, That Old Man Is... Wang Xuanyang!?

Chapter 373 -174: A Martial Saint’s Heir Cannot Be Mediocre, That Old Man Is… Wang Xuanyang!?

“Junior Brother, you…”

Qiao Qi lowered his head, not daring to meet his gaze, and turned his neck away.

“Your Celestial Blade Style has been in decline for so many years. The Tea House is a prominent clan in Jiangyin, and the wealth they’ve offered as tribute to my Purple Mist School over the years is immeasurable.”

“Qiao Qi stayed with your Celestial Blade Style, yet you, Chen He, wouldn’t even share your lineage’s ultimate Secret Martial technique with him. Instead, you gave it to some kid you’d never even met. How biased can you be?”

“Rather than staying here, it’s better for him to use his connection to the ‘Tea House’ to join my Purple Mist Lineage, become a Chief Seat’s True Inheritance disciple, and be taught a Secret Martial art. In the future, with the backing of our School, he’ll even have a chance to compete for the position of Tea House Lineage Master.”

“Otherwise… what future is there in wasting away on this sinking ship?”

Suddenly!

An unexpected voice cut through the air before the Weapon Casting Platform, causing Chen He and the others to immediately fix their gaze in its direction.

They saw a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with streams of purple aura flowing through his hair. Behind him followed a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster in grand purple robes who was Whole Body Leakless, along with a group of other figures. They had already landed on the island and were approaching!

The voice belonged to the Grandmaster in purple robes, a Leakless practitioner, who was following behind the Purple Mist Sect Leader, Wei Changkong.

This Grandmaster in purple was named Wu Hong. He was the Secret Martial Chief Seat of the Purple Mist School, responsible for passing down one of its Secret Martial arts, and held a position of great power and authority.

He was also the one who, among the many high-ranking members in the Purple Mist Hall, had previously revealed he had an informant on Golden Turtle Island, instigating the Purple Mist Sect Leader, Wei Changkong, to seize the Celestial Blade’s foundation and strive for the title of “Jiangyin’s First.”

Now, seeing the situation on the Weapon Casting Platform, this Chief Seat Wu Hong shook his head and chuckled contemptuously:

“But if it weren’t for that boy named ‘Ji Xiu’ receiving a ‘True Sect Level’ Sword Dao Secret Inheritance in your School’s hall, we would never have known that your School’s esteemed master, Wang Xuanyang, had left behind such a treasure!”

“For the past ten-odd years, aside from this Golden Turtle Island itself, we thought we had already picked the Celestial Blade Style clean, both openly and secretly. But now it seems there’s still something left over.”

Hearing this, Chen He’s eyes suddenly sharpened. He glanced back and forth at his fifth disciple, Qiao Qi, who was kneeling, his tone laced with disappointment:

“Was it you who told the Purple Mist School the secrets of our Celestial Blade’s ‘Ancestral Hall’?”

As soon as these words were spoken, Qin Zhuo’s expression froze for a moment, followed by a flicker of doubt:

“Junior Brother, you…”

Qiao Qi lowered his head even further, overcome with shame for a moment:

“Master, I’m not the only one from the Direct Lineage in the Tea House. My father has repeatedly told me to change Sects, otherwise I’ll have no chance to compete for the Lineage Master position in the future. For the sake of my prospects, I…”

Chen He fell silent, the broad saber in his hand humming incessantly.

“So that’s how it is. No wonder an outsider like him knew of such a top secret.”

“Sigh… you. If you wanted to leave for another school, you should have just told me to my face.”

“That ‘True Sect Level’ technique, the Great Five Decline Celestial Saber… among you six martial brothers, besides your Second Senior Brother who has the talent for it, none of the others could learn it even if they tried.”

“I treated you all equally, nurturing you as the future seeds of our Sect.”

“If you had the potential to inherit it, I would have taught you and given you the chance long ago. Why would I have waited until today?”

“Purple Mist Sect Leader.”

Chen He looked up, his eyes calm:

“If you want this Golden Turtle Island, how about I hand it over to you in three days?”

“After all, it is the legacy left behind by the old Three Yang Sect. The worthy should possess it. You currently stand at the top in Jiangyin, so it’s only right that you take over this foundation.”

“As for erecting a cenotaph for my Master to confirm the fact of his death…”

“It’s been so many years… I suppose that’s not out of the question either.”

“But the ‘Ancestral Hall’ is the one thing I cannot let you see. The memorial tablets inside concern my late father, as well as all the martyrs from the Sword Dao Ancestral Court who sacrificed themselves at the Realm Gate long ago.”

Chen He shifted his stance, planting himself before the Sword Casting Platform. He stood protectively in front of the Ancestral Hall behind him, his gaze sincere:

“Sect Leader, can we… discuss this further?”

Hearing this, Wei Changkong frowned slightly and was about to say something, but Wu Hong, who was beside him, had already stepped forward:

“Master Chen, you won’t be taking a single thing from ‘Golden Turtle Island’.”

“Wang Xuanyang has been dead for twenty years, and the Celestial Blade Style doesn’t even have a single Leakless Martial Artist. What makes you think you can protect its inheritance?”

“The ‘Three Yang Sect’ of the past is a warning for you today!”

Leaning on his broad saber, Chen He fell into a long silence upon hearing this.

Seeing this, Wu Hong looked completely confident, certain that he had the ‘Celestial Blade School’ cornered today. His gaze turned disdainful.

At this moment, he glanced at Sect Leader Wei Changkong beside him.

Noticing that the Purple Mist Ancestor still seemed hesitant, as if wondering whether they should be so ruthless, he couldn’t help but lean in and whisper reassuringly:

“It’s fine, Sect Leader.”

“Back then, Wang Xuanyang took two disciples. The elder one, Chen He, has always been said to be mediocre. He’s lived as a recluse here on Golden Turtle Island, and for all these years, besides becoming a Grandmaster, there’s been no other news about him.”

“Knowing Wang Xuanyang’s personality, if this disciple had been promising, wouldn’t he have already carved out a name for himself in Jiangyin Prefecture long ago? Why would he have had to go so far as to dismiss his disciples and nearly lose the School’s name entirely?”

Wei Changkong heard this and thought it made sense. He was just about to speak.

But suddenly…

THUMP THUMP BANG!

A sudden eruption of Qi and Blood, the sound of stretching sinews and bones, suddenly burst forth—CRACKLE POP—from the gray-haired, desolate figure of Chen He!

This unusual commotion made Wei Changkong, whose disposition had been tempered by years of caution, keenly sense that something was wrong. His expression changed:

“Wait, you…”

BANG!

Like a bursting dam, a thick plume of Qi and Blood erupted from Chen He’s body without any warning, causing his muscles and bones to swell in an instant.