blenderwars Chapter 381 - 237: The Organization’s Decision—Sending You Undercover
Chapter 381 - 237: The Organization’s Decision—Sending You Undercover
"Snatching someone’s disciple is akin to creating a deadly feud, Martial Uncle!"
Long Tingfeng kindly reminded him, whether it was a small sect or a major school of the Upper Sect, they all placed great importance on the legacy of their traditions.
This young Bai Qilang was said to be a direct disciple of Tongwen Hall.
If Martial Uncle Chunyu rashly abducted him into the Sword Sect Mountain Gate, it might lead to unexpected complications.
Long Tingfeng had certainly heard of Ninghai Zen; he was also a Four Cultivation Grandmaster, a formidable figure that kept the thirteen gangs of Yihai Prefecture in check.
He had once fought with Martial Uncle Chunyu without a clear winner.
Just from this, it was evident that he was no ordinary Martial Artist to be trifled with.
The renowned No-Life Sword Chunyu Cultivator, in Celestial Water Prefecture, while it might not stop the crying of children at night, it certainly deserved the term "feared by all".
You must know, since Martial Uncle Chunyu came to the scene, whenever he competed with others, ten battles out of ten, no survivors were left.
That’s why he became notorious among the Jianghu comrades!
Ninghai Zen was able to face off against Martial Uncle Chunyu without ending in defeat.
To survive under the sharp doom-laden No-Life Sword.
The weight of this accomplishment far surpasses defeating mere gangs.
"I’ve taken Zhaoyang as my disciple. She can inherit my legacy; why seek another to waste time and effort nurturing, only to delay my own practice.
Moreover, I follow the ’Twelve Techniques to Annihilate Divine Fear,’ not the ’Great Five Elements Reversed Sword Scripture.’
The fate attribute of fire within metal has nothing to do with me."
Chunyu Cultivator’s gaze was peculiar, as if he felt his Nephew Long’s mind was not quite right.
"Then, Martial Uncle, why did you snatch Bai Qilang from Master Xuanji’s hands, and not let him join Zhi Xin Temple’s Daoist School..."
Long Tingfeng asked, puzzled.
"Yihai Prefecture is under the jurisdiction of Celestial Water Prefecture; my Sword Sect dominates ten cities and lands. Why give such a fine seedling to the Dragon Court for nothing."
Chunyu Cultivator spoke matter-of-factly.
"Moreover, Senior Brother Mo has been alone for so many years.
He has thoroughly mastered the swordsmanship of the five meridians: Lie Que, Shangyang, Yinbai, Shaoze, and Zhaohai, comparable to the achievements of the Daoist Master back in the day.
Jin Xingsheng, flourishing with fire, activating the Divine Soldiers—such aptitude might as well be reserved for Senior Brother Mo to see if he is satisfied."
Long Tingfeng’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes shimmered slightly—could it be that Martial Uncle Chunyu felt alone in handling Ninghai Zen and planned to involve Martial Uncle Mo?
Mo Tian Sheng of the Dragon Sword, one of the only two Divine Power Giants in the current Sword Sect, holding the three remaining Divine Soldiers: Thousand-Year Grudge, Nanming Li Fire, and Great Void Infinitude.
He also was the person Zhao Pijiang feared most.
If Martial Uncle Mo was moved and decided to bring this fine seedling into the Meridian Sword Sect.
Even if Bai Qilang was Duke Erzhu’s godson, there would likely be no solution.
"In Celestial Water Prefecture, there are countless talented individuals and even a handful with exceptional aptitude.
Senior Sister Zhaoyang, with her outstanding disposition, did not manage to move Martial Uncle Mo.
Bai Qilang... he may not have ever wielded a sword. Even if his fate attribute is compatible, the Sword Sect prioritizes talent and comprehension in selecting disciples, an inescapable factor.
In my view, it’s unlikely Martial Uncle Mo would open the door for Bai Qilang."
Long Tingfeng did not believe Bai Qilang could meet Martial Uncle Mo’s standards.
"We’ll know after trying. Better to take him into the Meridian Sword Sect than hand him over to the Dragon Court Daoist Official."
Chunyu Cultivator was unconcerned. He was not about to stoop so low as to enlist Senior Brother Mo against Ninghai Zen.
Divine Power battling Four Cultivation?
A bull knife is unnecessary to slaughter a chicken!
He himself had not lost that year, although he received a slap, but Ninghai Zen was struck by a sword and should’ve felt miserable.
It was said that he rushed away from Yihai Prefecture afterward, hiding in Black River County for ten years, possibly for recuperation.
"Ninghai Zen claims to be unconstrained, I first take hold of your disciple, then wait for you to come out."
Chunyu Cultivator was full of anticipation; in recent years he had advanced the ’Twelve Techniques to Annihilate Divine Fear’ to the eleventh level, greatly enhancing his skills, with only half a step left to the Divine Passage Barrier.
Ninghai Zen was still holed up in the backwoods, making little progress.
With such shifting dynamics, victory was clear.
"I am so eager to find Ninghai Zen because, within a few years, I should step into the Divine Power Secret Realm.
If I succeed, I become a dragon; if I fail, I perish.
But regardless, it is my last chance to fight again with Ninghai Zen."
Chunyu Cultivator took off his hat and looked up to the sky:
"It is a great fortune in life to have a formidable opponent."
Long Tingfeng’s eye twitched. Why does it feel like Martial Uncle you are still holding a grudge over that slap?
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Tongwen Hall.
Ninghai Zen stepped out from the boundless void, as if his entire body had been forcibly pushed out, with a thud, crashing onto the ground, leaving deep cracks on the iron-hard polished bluestone.
Such a commotion surely couldn’t escape Lao Dao’s notice.
"Young Master, take it easy next time. You shouldn’t ruin our own place like this."
Ninghai Zen’s robe billowed, emitting black smoke all over, he swept his wide sleeve, shaking off the snaking turbid tide aura.
"All to blame on Lao Qiu! Damn it, truly the Plague Deity come again! The moment I tore off the talisman paper, I made a quick escape, but fate dealt me a poor hand—no sooner had I left the Inner Scenic Land than I bumped into a gang of tomb raiders.
They thought I was there to hijack their loot, and without a word, started attacking!
Forced into a corner, I ended up committing another massacre..."
Lao Dao nearly burst into laughter; anyone unfamiliar with the details might’ve thought Ninghai Zen was some sort of peaceful vegetarian saint when hearing this.
"I had just finished off a group, then someone, barely alive, claimed to hail from the Golden Light Cave of Luotian Mountain, insisting his master would avenge him.
I was left without options and had to flee again. Fortunately, I obtained a few Thousand-Mile Divine Travel Talismans from Qiu Changtian, allowing me to cover a great distance.
Unbeknownst to me, Golden Light Cave indeed had some skill; as their Sect Leader drew his final breath, he cast a Void Shifting Talisman, intending to trap me alive."