Chapter 128: Young Master Qing’s Forbearance

Chapter 128 -121: Young Master Qing’s Forbearance

The Zhengyi Sect, a newly established sect founded less than a year ago.

The man in the wheelchair looked at the scattered clouds drifting across the horizon, his gaze profound.

“A First-Grade Great Innate…” he murmured to himself.

The two disciples standing behind him looked at their master’s back. They wanted to say something, but no words came out.

For them, learning that the Dao Yi Sect Leader had leaped into the First-Grade Great Innate Realm in just under three short years sent waves of shock through their hearts, turbulent as a stormy ocean. Originally, they had supreme confidence in their own master’s future. After successfully cultivating the Divine Silkworm Scripture, their master had shed his former self like a butterfly breaking from its cocoon, leaping to become a top-tier figure in the Grandmaster Realm. The Divine Silkworm Treasure Robe, formed after achieving preliminary success in the scripture, was virtually unbreakable among those of the same level.

But they never could have imagined that the Dao Yi Sect Leader’s cultivation would surpass their master’s by such a massive margin in such a short period.

For a moment, both Zhao Yunkong and Chengg Lin felt a sense of gloom in their hearts.

The Zhengyi Sect.

Was it all just their own wishful thinking?

As the two disciples wrestled with their complicated emotions, they failed to notice Li Jianzhou sitting in his wheelchair, slowly retracting his gaze from the distance to look at a chess piece in the palm of his hand.

“Can the place guided by this chess piece truly allow me to regrow my severed arm?” he wondered.

The origin of this chess piece traced back to the founding of the Zhengyi Sect. It was a gift presented by a mysterious visitor, accompanied by a slip of paper. Because he couldn’t discern the specific motives of the person who gave him the chess piece, Li Jianzhou had never fully believed the elusive words written on that paper.

Until today.

Looking at the chess piece in his hand, a flicker of emotion flashed in his eyes.

The Demon Saint Sect.

One of the Six Demonic Paths.

It was a top-ranking Demon Sect among the six major Demon Paths that had split from the once-unified Demon Sect. Equally famous were the Celestial Demon Sect, White Lotus Sect, Fire Worship Sect, Rebirth Sect, and Emotionless Sect.

Like the Celestial Demon Sect, the Demon Saint Sect’s location was highly secretive and unknown to outsiders. The main reason for this was that when Chen Canxuan was still alive, he had once launched a forceful strike against the Six Demonic Paths. At that time, Chen Canxuan was not only the number one expert in the world but also the top master of the Righteous Path.

In contrast, the Demon Sects of the Black Martial Arts naturally dared not face his sharp edge. As a result, the Six Demonic Paths went into deep hiding during that period. For nearly a decade, they hardly dared to show their faces under Chen Canxuan’s watchful eyes. During that time, the Martial Arts world experienced what was relatively its most harmonious era.

Today.

Within the headquarters of the Demon Saint Sect.

As the newly appointed Vice Sect Leader of the Demon Saint Sect and the former leader of the First-Grade Hall, Young Master Qing waved his feather fan. Looking at the letter in his hand concerning the Zhao Country Capital City, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Was the vast foundation of my First-Grade Hall truly destroyed at the hands of this twenty-something-year-old young Sect Leader?”

It could be said that in the current Jianghu Martial Arts world, upon seeing this news, Young Master Qing was one of the people least terrified by Chen Sha’s strength. This was because he had already experienced more than enough terror back when the First-Grade Hall was completely annihilated.

“Vice Sect Leader, this person is evidently a dazzling rising star in the Righteous Path Martial Arts. Now, just as our Saint Sect Leader desires to unify the Demon Sects, such a figure has emerged within the Righteous Path’s Daoist Sects. In the future, we are destined to become enemies…” an Elder of the Demon Saint Sect in the Grandmaster Realm said. “Right now, this person is acting without restraint in the Zhao Country Capital City. He is bound to incur the fear and disgust of many factions across the world. Should we take this opportunity to… borrow the hands of the masses and strangle him in the cradle?”

Hearing this, Young Master Qing’s heart skipped a beat. He turned to look at the Elder. “You want to lead people to participate in a siege against him? You call dealing with an expert who is already in the First Grade Realm ‘strangling him in the cradle’?”

“We mustn’t miss this opportunity,” the Elder replied.

Young Master Qing sneered coldly. “If the Saint Sect Leader planned to do so, I would have no objections. But right now, the Saint Sect Leader is not in the sect. With just us, you want to participate in the elimination of an expert comparable to the ‘Ten Great Powerhouses’? Forget it!”

When it came to who in the world wanted to kill Chen Sha the most, Young Master Qing was absolutely near the top of the list. No one could compare to the deep blood feud he shared with the Dao Yi Sect.

If Chen Canxuan hadn’t entered the Primordial Palace and captured Ancient Transformation Dragon, which subsequently led to Gu Xuanong raising an army and usurping the throne, how could he, a dignified and pure royal grandson of the Yuan Country, have been reduced to wandering the Jianghu? If Dao Yi Mountain hadn’t imprisoned Ancient Transformation Dragon, his only and final living blood relative in this world, how could his terminal blood decay disease be left without a cure?

Now, it was even possible that the only person who could save him was already dead. Add to that the First-Grade Hall he had painstakingly built—seven Great Grandmasters, dozens of Grandmasters, and even Shangguan Qing, who had a life-and-death pact with him—all had their lives buried on Dao Yi Mountain.

Was there anyone in this world who hated Dao Yi Mountain and Chen Sha more than Young Master Qing?

Yet, surprisingly, he disagreed with letting the Demon Saint Sect head to the Zhao Country.

The reason was very simple. Although within the Demon Saint Sect, aside from Sect Leader Long Zaitian, there was still a Great Innate holding down the fort—and he, by virtue of his Vice Sect Leader status, could mobilize this person—Young Master Qing, who had already experienced Chen Sha’s prowess from afar, was fully aware that unless a supreme powerhouse like Long Zaitian was willing to head to the Zhao Country Capital, any ordinary First-Grade Great Innate would simply be going there to die.

He clearly understood that if he wanted to deal with Dao Yi Mountain, he could only rely on the mighty momentum that would follow the unification of the Demon Sects. Each of the Six Demonic Paths was a top-tier major sect, with at least one Great Innate holding down the fort. If they could unify the Demon Sects, in an instant, the unified faction would become the number one power in the world. Only then would they finally have a chance to secure victory in a decisive battle against Dao Yi Mountain.

Having gone through the annihilation of his forces once, Young Master Qing had grown. He knew when to endure and when the best time to strike was.

Faced with the Vice Sect Leader’s refusal, the Elder’s face looked embarrassed. In his heart, he felt that Young Master Qing was entirely frightened by a callow youth. He didn’t understand how the Saint Sect Leader could entrust supreme authority, placing him above ten thousand people, into the hands of such a crippled, short-lived ghost.

Young Master Qing could sense the withdrawing Elder’s inward dissatisfaction, but his expression remained calm. As long as he was the Vice Sect Leader, everyone had to swallow their discontent, no matter how great it was.

After watching the Elder leave, Young Master Qing sat in his wheelchair, gazing into the distance. “Sect Leader Long, I wonder how your discussions with that Chess Master are going,” he thought. “To be honest, I truly want to know how you managed to subdue the two major Demon Sects, Fire Worship and White Lotus, in such a short period of time.”

Out of the six paths, two had already declared their submission to Long Zaitian. Only the Celestial Demon Sect, the Rebirth Sect, and the Emotionless Sect remained.

In another mysterious location within the Divine Land.

A figure entirely shrouded in black shadows, indistinguishable as male or female, looked at Long Zaitian, who was sitting cross-legged on a futon. The figure’s voice was like heavenly music, carrying a deep magnetism.

“Although Yun Shouxuan of the Celestial Demon Sect is no match for you, Sect Leader Long, it is still quite difficult for you to kill her. The fact that you only snatched back the Demon Gallbladder last time and failed to take her life is clear proof of this.”

“Acquiring the Demon Gallbladder is enough.”

Long Zaitian had a robust physique and seemed to sit on equal footing with this mysterious figure. His handsome yet devilish face bore a tranquil expression, as serene as an infant. “After losing the Demon Gallbladder, Yun Shouxuan will inevitably return to the Celestial Destiny Palace to painstakingly cultivate the final two layers of the Celestial Demon Strategy. However, even if she ultimately succeeds, my grand enterprise will have already been accomplished. Following Fire Worship and White Lotus, you only need to provide me with an opportunity to make the Rebirth Sect submit.”

The mysterious shadowed figure smiled faintly. “The Rebirth Sect is already one of the two weakest among the Six Paths. Even without my guidance, it wouldn’t be hard for you to forcefully subjugate them. What you should be considering is the Master of the Absolute Emotionless Sect, Zhou Xilong. He is a true demon of his generation who only achieved Great Success by killing his father, mother, wife, children, master, friends, and finally himself. Although your realm is a notch higher than his, the purity of his demonic intent means that taking him down will be no ordinary feat.”

Long Zaitian lifted his eyelids. “Otherwise, why would I cooperate with someone like you who doesn’t even dare to show their face?”

The mysterious shadowed figure couldn’t help but chuckle. “The world has never lacked people willing to deal with the devil. At the very least, you and I can currently cooperate without any conflict of interest. Since I have promised to help you unify the Demon Sect, I will not break my word.”

Long Zaitian said indifferently, “Speak, then. Where is Zhou Xilong’s weakness?”

The mysterious figure spoke…

After listening, a trace of solemnity appeared on Long Zaitian’s face. “Such a thing actually happened?”

But having seen this person’s calculations hit the mark many times before, Long Zaitian didn’t harbor any doubts.

With that said, he slowly stood up from the futon, preparing to leave. Yet, just as he was about to depart, he couldn’t help but turn his head to look at the mysterious figure and ask a question.

“I want to know. You pride yourself on viewing the world as a chessboard, possessing unparalleled deductive abilities, capable of seeing a person’s past and future from their destiny. Did you foresee the achievements of Chen Canxuan’s son today? With such an unbelievable growth rate directly catching up to his father, was this person within your expectations, or beyond them?”

The mysterious figure smiled indifferently. “You want to know whether he can truly become a second Chen Canxuan, don’t you?”

Long Zaitian’s expression remained detached. He gave the mysterious figure a glance, then turned and left.

The mysterious figure watched Long Zaitian leave. However, they knew the reason why Long Zaitian didn’t want to hear the answer.

Afterward, they recalled Long Zaitian’s previous question.

“Was it within expectations? Or beyond them?” they thought to themselves.

Only they themselves knew the answer.

No matter how the various factions of the world were shaken, distressed, terrified, or bewildered by his actions, Chen Sha paid it no mind. He simply stayed in the Jade Capital Temple with grand composure.

At this moment, he sat cross-legged in the Celestial Master’s Alchemy Room, which had originally belonged to Zhao Danyang within the Jade Capital Temple. This was truly a case of the cuckoo stealing the nest. He called the four people of his sect before him.

“Although I am fully aware that Zhao Danyang must be rapidly contacting various factions, it will likely be ten days to half a month before they can stand before me. During this time, I will meditate in seclusion here to nourish my spirit and build up my strength. I’ll leave this Cosmic Light Stone with you, Second Sister. You should know its purpose.”

As he spoke, he placed a new Cosmic Light Stone into Yuu Miaolian’s hand. This stone had been harvested after clearing the first two sections of Sister Taie’s Cosmic Light Fragments during his seven days of secluded cultivation on the way to the capital.

“This is that treasure capable of creating a clone…” Yuu Miaolian, Lin Qingqing, and Qii Zhengyi all recognized what this item was.

Their hearts were immediately set at great ease. Even if someone came to attack while the Sect Leader was in seclusion, they would still have to get past the hurdle of another “Sect Leader.”

It was as if… he was acting as his own Dharma Protector.

There was absolutely nothing to fear anymore.

After arranging the affairs for his seclusion, Chen Sha immersed his Heart Spirit behind the Southern Heavenly Gate and arrived in front of a temple.

“Do you wish to enter the scene trial of ‘Divine Maiden Bu Feiqing’…”

Bu Feiqing, yet another Great Vajra Ascender of the True Realm from that hillside.