Chapter 214 - 153: The Original Purpose of the Martial God Hall (Part 2)

Chapter 214: Chapter 153: The Original Purpose of the Martial God Hall (Part 2)

However, few dared to say such things.

The Martial God of the Martial God Hall seemed to have been injured in his early years, or perhaps he just had little interest in the Hall’s affairs. As a result, he was an elusive figure, rarely seen. In fact, many members of the Martial God Hall had never even met their Martial God.

But,

the depth of his Martial Dao...

...was another story entirely.

The Martial God’s Martial Dao was like a great tree stretching straight to the heavens. As long as one walked that path, they were guaranteed to reach the apex of the Martial Dao.

The gap was despair-inducing.

While they were still fumbling along winding paths, searching for the ultimate road, their Martial God had, from the very beginning of his journey, already set foot on a wide, open path that would inevitably lead him to godhood.

If he had put a little more effort into the Martial God Hall,

no one would have ever dared to dream of becoming a Martial God themselves.

It was precisely because

the Martial God cared nothing for the position

that a seed of greed had gradually taken root in some people’s hearts.

The young Steward was a perfect example.

"Alright, Old Jiang, relax."

"You have one foot in the grave already. Why are you still bickering with a kid?"

another Steward said.

"Still, Old Jiang has a point. The Martial God rarely meddles in the Hall’s affairs, but he is the Martial God, after all. If he isn’t here, no one can stop us from doing what we want."

"Little Bai, if you want us to help, you’d better make it clear. What did you call the three of us here for?"

The three Stewards who had spoken so far were seated at the far left, the far right, and in the center, respectively.

Among them,

the one known as Little Bai was the strongest.

He was extremely young,

but his power had already reached the eighth-rank level.

His cultivation level was second to none, he was young, and his physique was powerful. If it came to a fight, the other Stewards feared they would be no match for him. As such, their words carried a certain deference toward him.

Besides these three,

there was still one other Steward seated.

He had remained silent until now. Seeing the brewing conflict between the two sides, he finally spoke slowly:

"The Martial God... he does indeed leave often."

"The longest he was gone, he didn’t return for more than a decade."

"I heard he ran off to some small town to be a Sword Hall Coach. It took a whole lot of chasing and prodding from me to get him to come back, and even then, it was just for a bit."

"But..."

"He’s been in the Hall frequently as of late. Perhaps he’ll be back in a few days. If this isn’t a matter of extreme urgency, maybe we can wait for the Martial God’s return to discuss it."

The old man spoke sluggishly, but unlike before, when they had been interrupting one another, none of the other three dared to cut off his story.

Because,

he was once the man the Martial God trusted most.

After the Martial God Hall’s war with the special organization, the Martial God had begun to leave frequently, no longer returning to the Hall. As a result, the two of them hadn’t communicated much, but the other three still wouldn’t dare to show him any disrespect.

"I was too hasty."

said the man known as Little Bai.

But he didn’t stop there. Instead, he pressed on:

"But..."

"This truly is an urgent matter."

"Oh?"

"Then speak."

The old man’s eyebrows twitched. Seeing that Bai Xiaozhi was insisting on speaking even after he had said his piece, he didn’t argue further. He simply sat back in his seat, ready to listen.

After that exchange, the other two Stewards also quieted down, returning to their seats to wait for the youngest Steward to speak.

"Does everyone remember why the Martial God established the Martial God Hall in the first place?"

When Bai Xiaozhi said this,

the others exchanged glances and frowned. Feeling that his tone was a bit sarcastic, one asked in a gruff voice:

"If you have something to say, spit it out."

"What’s the point of all this meaningless preamble?"

"..."

Bai Xiaozhi let out a light sigh.

"When I first joined the organization, the Martial God told me very clearly that he founded the Martial God Hall to make everyone stronger and to prevent the future advent of the Celestial Human Tomb."

"The future?"

The other three Stewards suddenly remembered.

Indeed,

the Martial God made it a point to tell every Martial Artist these things

upon their initiation.

But,

the future was too vague and ethereal a concept.

Many remembered this when they first joined,

but after five, ten, or even more years had passed, most of them only remembered their own petty schemes. Hardly anyone recalled what the Martial God had originally said.

The men suddenly realized that perhaps this was the real reason the Martial God no longer paid any mind to the Martial God Hall.

One of the Stewards immediately slammed his hand on his chair. The wooden chair instantly turned to dust. He shot to his feet, his expression extremely solemn as he asked:

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Don’t tell me the Celestial Human Tomb has actually appeared?"

This Steward was getting agitated.

When he first heard the Martial God speak of the Celestial Human Tomb, he had truly and firmly believed him.

But as time went on, he had gradually come to believe it was just a story the Martial God made up to motivate them to cultivate diligently. Who could possibly predict a future so distant?

But...

"It hasn’t appeared yet."

Bai Xiaozhi’s words had just fallen.

The Steward, feeling he’d been made a fool of, flew into a rage. He pointed at Bai Xiaozhi, his face turning pale as he roared:

"Are you toying with us?"

"I am not."

"I have never toyed with you."

"The Celestial Human Tomb has not appeared, it’s true. But an energy system identical to theirs has already emerged in the mortal world."

"..."

"..."

"..."

All three of them fell silent at once.

For a moment, they didn’t know what to say.

Naturally, the Martial God Hall knew even more about this than the special organization did.

But because they were focused on their cultivation,

the three of them had never paid such matters any mind.

The Martial God Hall,

after all, did not have

the same responsibility to protect the nation and its people as the special organization did.

Coupled with the fact that the Martial God never intervened to correct the Martial God Hall’s course, the Hall had gradually strayed onto a path its founder had never intended. Fortunately, all three of them still held the Martial God in the utmost reverence.

Upon hearing that such a thing had happened, their previous attitudes vanished. They became quite cooperative and began asking in succession:

"Where did it appear?"

"And what do you need us to do?"

"It appeared in..."

Before Bai Xiaozhi could finish, an unremarkable old man suddenly appeared at the entrance of the Hall. A practice sword was tied to his waist. If Su Xing had been there, he would have recognized it at a glance as one of the swords the Old Sword Hall Master had taken with him.

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

"Martial God!"

Four voices cried out in unison.

At the same time, four THUDS of knees hitting the floor rang out along with the cries of "Martial God."

"The energy appeared in Southern Cang City."

The Martial God gave them a faint glance, strode past them, and went to the highest chair. He sat down, and only after a long moment did he speak:

"It seems we must prepare for battle again."

...

「Sword Hall.」

Su Yu had returned to the Sword Hall.

He had been gone for a long time, busy with his affairs. Now that he was finally back, he and his uncle huddled together and talked for a long time before he went to his room to rest.

Su Xing also learned a piece of news.

Li Yu had gone to see his father. Although Li Yu expressed his confusion, Li Longxuan was still insistent on launching a final attack on the Spirit Realm—and wanted to speed up the timeline, even.

HUFF.

Su Xing sat in his room.

He was half-lying on his bed, his back propped against the wall beside it. He stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. After a few minutes, Su Xing suddenly muttered to himself:

"Something big is about to happen."

Su Xing didn’t have Li Daofeng’s sharp intuition or his ruthless methods, but he knew one thing for sure: Blade, a Sequencer who could kill Martial Artists of the same rank, was no fool.

For him to act this way,

Li Daofeng must have a purpose.

’Could it be,’

’that Lord Yin from the Spirit Realm is really connected to those characters from the Celestial Human Tomb?’

Su Xing shook his head hard, his gaze returning to the system panel. ’Thinking about this is useless,’ he thought.

’Only by becoming stronger will I have any say in these matters. I have to keep getting stronger.’