Chapter 425 - 192: Forge My True Skill With Divine Blood! The Mortal World Is Defiled Again, Minor God of the Outer Dao, You Have Overstepped

Chapter 425: Chapter 192: Forge My True Skill With Divine Blood! The Mortal World Is Defiled Again, Minor God of the Outer Dao, You Have Overstepped

Xu Longxiang hoisted the Martial Saint True Intent, crashing into the Realm Gate like a mountain.

Upon witnessing this mighty scene, Ji Xiu’s pupils shrank.

’Master, he...’

The furious words, which echoed endlessly, shaking the Earth Dragon Cave and even reaching the foot of Wushan Mountain, reached Ji Xiu’s ears with perfect clarity.

’According to my Master, Xu Longxiang...’

’The grave where I buried Senior Ye Wenjiang’s remains less than half a year ago has been dug up? And his bones were taken to be forged into an Outer Dao Divine Armor!?’

’Isn’t this tantamount to grinding a Martial Saint’s face into the dirt and slapping him repeatedly?’

"General Manager Ji, who is that...?"

The country folk from around Anning County had never witnessed such a spectacle!

An old man carrying a coffin could actually walk on air and challenge Divine Beings?

To the people of Wushan Mountain Town, where even Qi Cultivation Grandmasters were figures of legend...

...such a feat was nothing short of world-shattering!

"That is the Dragon Elephant Martial Saint, the founder of the Martial Arts True Sect that holds sway over the Three Mansions’ Land around Jiangyin."

"He is a giant who ranks among the Titled Martial Dao, a realm above Qi Cultivation Grandmasters."

"And he is also my Master."

"He has accompanied me here this time to cleanse this wicked shrine and exterminate all demonic abominations!"

The Steward who had once served the Old Manor Master of Wushan Hunting Manor and had met Ji Xiu before, now approached him, trembling with fear as he asked his question.

Ji Xiu responded in a calm voice, his hands clasped behind his back. He gazed at the heavens, lost in his own thoughts.

Their conversation was not hidden, and as it reached the ears of the many mountain villagers nearby, it sent shockwaves through the crowd.

"General Manager Ji? Is he the same Boss who set up the Mountain Living business in Anning County and brought silver coins to our town?"

"Yes, that’s him! No doubt about it. He has the same face, the same look, and he’s about the right age!"

"I used to see him all the time when I was gathering herbs in the mountains, returning from hunting Spirit Monsters deep in the Earth Dragon Cave. I saw him from a distance once... It’s the Boss, right here in the flesh!"

The villagers of the Mountain Town, gathered in the manor, finally erupted into a commotion as the aftershocks of the recent events subsided.

Ji Xiu’s unflappable tone made their hearts pound. They felt an urge to fall to their knees, their gazes fixed on him as if he were a god ascending to his throne.

’A Titled Martial Dao Martial Saint, a realm above a Qi Cultivation Grandmaster! And a man like that... is General Manager Ji’s Master!’

’Even if they didn’t understand the concept of the Titled Martial Dao, they knew what it meant to hold sway over the Three Mansions.’

’Doesn’t that make him even more noble and revered than the great masters of the Grand Lineages in Jiangyin Prefecture?!’

’After all, even a retired servant from a Grand Lineage could return to this corner of Anning County and become a lord, a wealthy merchant, a powerful figure in one of the mountain towns.’

’So what did it mean to be someone who stood above even those masters?’

’Putting two and two together, didn’t that mean General Manager Ji—who had just unified the Eighteen Mountain Towns and Hunting Manors less than half a year ago—already held a status in the Prefecture City comparable to those masters of the Grand Lineages?’

The villagers thought to themselves.

As they looked at the charred remains of the Wushan Mountain Lord, a sense of vindication was mixed with profound relief.

No wonder.

No matter how powerful the Wushan Mountain Lord had been—appointed by the Divine Monarch who’d suddenly appeared in the Earth Dragon Cave, and comparable to the Great Demon Fiend that had plagued Anning County before—what could he possibly do?

When faced with a man like General Manager Ji—a mover and shaker in the Prefecture—and faced with that mystical, unceasingly scorching True Flame, he was still reduced to nothing but ash!

PANT... PANT...

THUD THUD THUD!

The sound of frantic, hurried footsteps arose.

Song Chai, the original master of the mountain town’s Hunting Manor whom Ji Xiu had mentioned after slaying the Wild Deity, was helped up from the cellar that had served as his prison.

Ji Xiu turned toward the sound and saw a man who had once been powerfully built, with piercing eyes, his body hardened against blades and spears from years of Mountain Hunting. Now, however, the Manor Master’s face was sallow, his hair a mess, and his vitality was dangerously low.

The moment he saw Ji Xiu, Song Chai dropped to his knees. THUMP.

"Thank you, General Leader!"

Song Chai stared at the tusked pig-man pinned beneath Ji Xiu’s foot, his eyes blazing with fire.

But when his gaze shifted upward to the youth who carried a plaque on his back and held a saber, the reverence in his eyes was impossible to hide.

「More than half a month ago.」

It was this very Great Demon Fiend—the one that had emerged from the Earth Dragon Cave, refined its Horizontal Bone to be able to speak, and wielded a so-called Divine Decree—that had demanded the worship of the ten thousand residents of Wushan Town.

It even demanded regular tributes of blood and infants to satisfy its cravings.

As the master of the Mountain Town, how could Song Chai possibly agree?

Having already reached the Skin Refining realm and achieved imperviousness to blades, he had fought the beast on the spot. However, he was defeated in just three moves, imprisoned within his own manor, and turned into a puppet.

At that critical moment, one of his own sons had shamelessly sided with the creature. He announced to the public that Song Chai was bedridden with a serious illness, becoming a lackey for the wicked shrine and using its power to intimidate the entire Mountain Town!

Song Chai had been hanging on by a thread, thinking his life was over. He never expected to be rescued today by the very same General Leader with whom he had once sworn a blood oath!

From the talk of others and the old men from the manor who had rescued him,

Song Chai had heard the tale: how Ji Xiu had incinerated the Wushan Mountain Lord with a single blast of True Flame without even moving, how he had taken a Martial Saint—a being who could walk the heavens—as his Master in the Prefecture City, and how incredibly imposing he now was.

The other villagers might not have understood the full implications, having never seen the wider world, but how could he not know?

As a Skin Refining Martial Artist and a powerful figure who had once dominated the town, Song Chai’s perspective was naturally far beyond that of a common villager.