High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 229 - 140: Quasi-Saint Seedling (2-in-1)_2
He sighed, "Your Majesty, this is true prestige."
Wenxian’s face darkened, completely twisted, "Huangfu Si Zheng, are you here just to watch me make a fool of myself?"
The one speaking through the civil servant’s head was none other than Huangfu Yan, Si Zheng of the Divine Farmer Bureau.
Huangfu Yan said, "Naturally, I dare not."
"But you have seen, this is the truth. Your brother, King Jingnan, once renowned for his military prowess, has decided to rise in rebellion."
"And he has successfully gathered over ten thousand soldiers... and the tacit approval of that Saint."
Wenxian silently said, "Has Granny Wang Shu really given her consent?"
Huangfu Yan sighed, "With the action of the Saint, Zangfeng State has been sealed from Spiritual Qi, it’s one-way traffic in and out."
Wenxian’s eyes widened, gritted his teeth, "What is there in Zangfeng State?! After willingly retreating for so many years, why suddenly change his mind?"
Huangfu Yan shook his head and said, "I don’t know."
"But this thing must be very important, so important that it can compete with the fate of the nation, for Wen Chi to have such courage."
Wenxian stared at that head intently, "I’ve figured it out... I know what it is."
"The Elixir of Longevity! Only the Elixir of Longevity can drive Wen Chi to madness!"
"Huangfu Yan, can you get in touch with the Divine Farmer Bureau in Zangfeng State?"
Huangfu Yan shook his head, "No, but before Fengzhou was sealed, because Uncle Wang Yang, responsible for Zangfeng State’s affairs, suddenly died, I had already activated two puppets within Zangfeng State, and they still have a weak connection now."
"As long as any one of those puppets is killed, I can immediately replace its consciousness."
This Si Zheng of the Divine Farmer Bureau excels in Mechanical Art.
Which is commonly known as Puppetry Technique.
...
Outside Zangfeng State.
Wen Chi stood at the edge of the barrier, hands behind his back, calmly gazing at the golden demarcation line before him.
Behind him, flags fluttered, snapping in the wind. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
The army of more than ten thousand had spontaneously organized into an orderly formation, disciplined and unwavering.
Although they didn’t have time to change into neat armor, their clothing varied, and the flags they raised were also different.
But at this moment, their expressions were remarkably alike, a near-religious fervor, with no one making unnecessary movements.
These were all soldiers willingly following Wen Chi, once part of Wen Chi’s old troops, most were elites among them.
Like Li Hongling, Wen Chi also excelled in formation arrays.
Moreover, unlike Li Hongling who diverted halfway from training as a disciple of Martial Saint, Wen Chi had visited various renowned array masters in his youth and summarized his own formation arrays on the battlefield.
He is a true cultivator of formation arrays.
The morning light gradually brightened the sky.
Wen Chi, who had marched all night, suddenly turned around and shouted, "Form the array!"
"Yes!"
Their collective response was loud enough to reach the heavens.
The soldiers instantly lined up into a formation diagram, and in an instant, their momentum shot straight into the sky, as if even the ground shook slightly.
However, the formation array did not take shape, as Wen Chi, the core of the formation, did not activate it.
Wen Chi did not intend to form the array, this action was merely to boost morale.
Upon entering Zangfeng State, formation arrays were equally ineffective.
Yet human spirit was effective.
In this cage bereft of Spiritual Qi, it was the mortal body that was truly powerful.
It’s just that, others were at most like a steel plate.
But Wen Chi wanted his army to become an impregnable fortress!
He was going to lead this fortress to flatten and crush everything that dared to stand in his way!
It was an opportunity given by Wang Shu, naturally a test, and he would submit the perfect answer.
Wen Chi took a deep breath and shouted, "Move out!"
He took the lead in stepping forward, entering the barrier of Zangfeng State.
...
Chen Kuang did not act out of sympathy.
But because this young man’s identity was quite unusual—a young man once used as a vessel by Martial Saint, could never have been chosen randomly.
Yet strangely enough, after sacrificing so greatly for Martial Saint, the young man seemed to have gained no benefits.
If the young man had died, that would have been understandable.
After all, how could a dead person demand benefits?
But now, the young man survived, yet instead lived in miserable circumstances.
Since he was first possessed by the deity, he wore that green headscarf, indicating that the son of a courtesan was his original identity.
Being of low status, being treated casually in a brothel was indeed very usual.
Still, after experiencing that battle and serving as Martial Saint’s vessel, it was inconceivable he would return to his original situation so swiftly.
This suggests that the Martial Saint Pavilion did not regard him as human, merely treating him as a disposable tool.
Given such circumstances, Chen Kuang didn’t believe this young man could still be oblivious to the true face of the Martial Saint Pavilion or would "voluntarily" be their vessel like before.
At this moment, resentment should indeed fester in his heart.
For it is widely acknowledged, the enemy of your enemy... is your friend.
The young man glanced at Chen Kuang’s extended hand, shook his head, and stood up on his own.
"I was just wiping the floor and the table with a rag, my hands are too dirty."
He explained awkwardly, then, somewhat forlornly, added, "The one who split the mountain before you... was not me, but that unrivaled Martial Saint."
Chen Kuang did not withdraw his hand but rather smiled and said:
"Well then, let’s get to know each other anew, tell me your name?"
—— Among the people of Cangyuan, the handshake custom entered from the Outer Western Regions, although rarely used between cultivators.
The young man hesitated briefly, then rubbed his hands hard on his clothes, and shook Chen Kuang’s hand.
"Mo Xu, my name is Mo Xu, Xu like in rising sun at dawn."
He dared to hold only briefly before releasing his grip.
Then, he solemnly declared, "Thank you for helping me. If I ever get a chance, I’ll strive to repay you... Although you can see now, I’m just an ordinary person."
Chen Kuang had noticed.
Or rather, he recognized it since that battle against Martial Saint.
Mo Xu’s entire meridian and Dantian were completely ruined.
He’s virtually incapable of cultivating further.
The pressure from Martial Saint’s descent overwhelmed the limits of this body, effectively "exploding" him.
Whether it was the meridians, the Dantian, or the acupoints, they had all turned into utterly disorganized pulp.
Theoretically, he should have been bedridden as a complete invalid.
Yet, somehow he survived, and lived normal like any other person.
This was already quite fortunate.
Yet Mo Xu’s heart forever harbored shadows.
His story was simple, a son of a courtesan frustrated by his fate, saved to buy the most basic cultivation technique, and upon discovering rapid progress, believed he’d found hope.
Later, he heard of a "Dao Transmission Stele" placed by a Martial Saint atop Tai Mountain’s sheer cliffs, holding a trace of Martial Saint’s "Dao Rhyme" and open to all. Anyone reaching the summit could witness the stele’s divine essence.
If one could comprehend the "Dao Rhyme," then it equated to a personal transmission from Martial Saint!
Mo Xu was enthralled by the prospect; thinking it a chance to change his fate, he slipped away from the Golden Phoenix Pavilion...
In some sense, he did succeed.
When Mo Xu learned he was being summoned by the Pavilion Master of Martial Saint Pavilion, his excitement almost prompted him to fly!
But then... it was a nightmare.
After that battle, the Martial Saint Pavilion inspected his body and decided his fate.
Not only did he fail to achieve the change he hoped for, he lost his only hope—his cultivation and talent.
The Martial Saint Pavilion discarded him like a rag, letting him return to the Golden Phoenix Pavilion to fend for himself.
Mo Xu sighed, "Truthfully, you picked the wrong person to help."
Chen Kuang’s eyes flickered, yet he replied:
"Perhaps not."
As he stared at Mo Xu, "Profound Profound Insight" passively triggered.
In the midst of blurry, chaotic, broken meridians and Dantian, faintly, there seemed to be complex, weak glimmers shining within.
Chen Kuang felt a familiar sensation, yet because it was so fragmented, he couldn’t immediately grasp what it was.
Only now, Chen Kuang finally saw it.
It was none other than... the Martial Saint’s "Dao Realm"!
Martial Saint descended upon Mo Xu, ravaging everything, yet unknowingly left behind the most terrifying attribute.
Mu Zhao’s "Dao Realm," the "Dao" named "Dominance"!
Currently, within Mo Xu’s body, amidst those shattered meridians, light shimmered.
Upon comprehending the Dao, one could reach the Upper Three Grades.
If this "Dao Realm" can be repaired, Mo Xu can ascend straight to Profound Profound!
In other words...
Chen Kuang discovered a potential Quasi-Saint!
