Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1556 - 93 Teacher_3

Chapter 1556 -93 Teacher_3

Feeling the disregard in that gaze, the tattooed man finally lost his mind completely, condensing a blood-red spear in his hand and lunging forward furiously…

At the same time.

Watching the Martial Saint stabbing randomly in mid-air as if no one else existed, laughing and crying like a madman, shouting nonsensically, all the cultivators and True Martial cultivators inside and outside Banqiao City couldn’t help but feel their skin crawl.

However, when their eyes turned to the man in the green robe standing beside Chijian, who had effortlessly and casually deflected the Martial Saint’s full-force spear attack without moving an inch, no one dared to make any moves.

In the cultivation world, absolute fools are rarer than once-in-a-lifetime geniuses.

Clearly, none of the people present were fools; how could they not see that the Martial Saint’s abnormality occurred precisely after making a move against the man in the green robe?

Even a dignified Class V True Martial cultivator, the Martial Saint who ruled over the entire Huangji Continent, had silently fallen into such a state. Who among them would dare to offend?

The cultivators wanted to approach but were paralyzed by fear of his might.

The Class IV True Martial cultivators, on the other hand, were already cautiously retreating.

Meanwhile, the man in the green robe remained unaffected by the movements of the surrounding cultivators or True Martial cultivators, seemingly not paying any mind even to the Martial Saint’s deadly attack.

Looking at Chijian, he chuckled and said:

“Then I shall address you as Taoist Friend… Chijian, what plans do you have next?”

“Plans?”

Hearing this, Chijian couldn’t help but suppress the shock in his heart.

While he didn’t understand why, despite having many chances to decapitate the Martial Saint, Wang Ba had repeatedly held back, the fact that it was Wang Ba who defeated him left Chijian no room to interfere. He frowned and began to ponder.

He had initially sought help from the Wanxiang Sect out of desperation to save his family descendants trapped in the Dead Land. Now that Wang Ba had arrived as his reinforcements, he found himself at a loss for what to do next, considering his focus had always been solely on Sword Dao, leaving him clueless about other matters.

But he quickly came to his senses, looking at Wang Ba with a sparkle in his eyes:

“You rascal! Surely you’ve already come up with a plan, haven’t you?”

Having experienced Chijian’s blunt and crude speech over a hundred years ago, Wang Ba was unfazed by his personality. Predicting Chijian’s reactions, Wang Ba calmly smiled and shared his thoughts:

“Taoist Friend Chijian, you have entered the Dao through the sword, integrating the techniques of various schools to create your unique approach, capable of establishing a sect. My Wanxiang Sect has always embraced diversity and welcomed talent from all corners. If Taoist Friend Chijian does not mind our small sect, why not join our Wanxiang Sect and establish your own peak where you can pursue enlightenment and cultivation while passing down your teachings?”

“Join Wanxiang Sect?”

Chijian froze, but then his heart couldn’t help but leap in excitement!

With Wang Ba proficient in numerous disciplines, and the Class V Sword Cultivator Xumi present as well… just these two individuals were enough to stir his interest.

Adding the powerful strength of the Wanxiang Sect, and recalling Yang Que’s previous humiliating defeat, Chijian understood the sect’s might. If the Ye Family descendants could come under its protection, they wouldn’t need to live in perpetual anxiety like they did on the Huangji Continent; it would be a rare safe haven.

At this moment, he showed an uncharacteristic hint of awkwardness:

“Would that… be possible?”

Wang Ba smiled faintly: “Whether it’s possible or not lies in your decision, Taoist Friend.”

Upon hearing this, Chijian was about to speak.

But Wang Ba suddenly cast his gaze toward the Martial Saint, his eyes flashing with a hint of peculiarity:

“The Dao of True Martial does hold some merit. To think he could barely break free…”

Chijian followed his gaze and indeed saw the Martial Saint standing mid-air, gasping heavily, showing signs of exhaustion but with his eyes returning to clarity.

Nonetheless, Chijian couldn’t help but reveal a peculiar look.

A Class V True Martial cultivator, though inferior to a Divinity Transformation cultivator, was still a Class V powerhouse. To be mind-controlled by a Nascent Soul for so long, only to struggle out of the illusion and then be praised by the Nascent Soul—how strange was that?

But recalling the essence contained in Wang Ba’s earlier strike, Chijian felt it strangely appropriate nonetheless.

Meanwhile, the revived Martial Saint clenched the blood-red spear tightly in his hands, glaring fiercely at Wang Ba, harboring fury, apprehension, and doubt—all of which eventually converged into a sense of vicious determination:

“We speak for all living beings!”

“True Martial shall not be humiliated!”

“Kill!”

Holding the blood-red spear, he recklessly charged toward Wang Ba once again!

The Blood Energy surged upward like a tiger’s roar.

At the same time, he loudly shouted:

“Supreme Dragon Transformation, assist me!”

Yet, as he neared Wang Ba, the anticipated support from the Dragon Transformation Pool and the suppression of Wang Ba didn’t occur at all.

“What’s happening?!”

For the first time, panic flashed in the Martial Saint’s eyes!

He abruptly halted in place, locking his gaze on Wang Ba, and shouted again:

“Supreme, assist me!”

But after the words fell, the golden light that the Dragon Transformation Pool used to emit was utterly absent this time.

In this instant, the Martial Saint finally lost his confidence and turned around in a fluster, attempting to flee!

Yet Wang Ba, who had been quietly watching this farce, suddenly spoke coldly:

“You’ve repeatedly provoked me. For the sake of the mentor who taught you the Dao of True Martial, I’ve held back several times… Do you truly think I don’t have a temper?”

The Martial Saint froze in fear, his Blood Energy exploding as he scrambled to accelerate his escape.

But pure brute force, in the eyes of Wang Ba—proficient in Wind Method—was slower than a tortoise crawling.

With a single thought, Wang Ba overtook him in an instant, blocking the Martial Saint’s retreat!

Nonetheless, being forced to the brink, the Martial Saint finally summoned his courage, letting out a thunderous roar as his Qi and Blood surged violently like tidal waves, concentrating onto the blood-red spear in his hands. With the mortal technique ‘Splitting Mountains with Strength,’ he ferociously struck Wang Ba!

Wang Ba remained unmoved, raising his hand to cast a Nine-Colored Giant Palm Seal directly onto the Martial Saint.

Bang!

The Martial Saint’s body erupted with the sound of bones cracking and breaking!

“Ah!”

The Martial Saint screamed in agony, blood spurting from his mouth.

With no hesitation, Wang Ba aimed another palm strike toward the Martial Saint’s head. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

Yet, just as the strike was about to land…

An elderly figure suddenly flashed into sight like lightning, blocking Wang Ba before he could hit the Martial Saint.

Seeing this figure, the Martial Saint’s face first froze, then transformed into uncontainable joy:

“Master!?”

“Why are you here?”

Meanwhile, the Class IV True Martial cultivators who were desperately fleeing above Banqiao City lit up with delight at the sight of this figure!

“It’s the Martial Ancestor! The Martial Ancestor is here!”

“We’re saved!”

To all True Martial cultivators, the figure before them was an undeniable deity!

Their ultimate idol!

As long as he stood, they were invincible and unstoppable!

Suspended mid-air.

Wang Ba’s outstretched palm suddenly froze.

His gaze slightly narrowed as he observed the newly arrived figure.

With disheveled gray-and-white hair and wearing a simple robe, the man appeared as a somewhat unkempt elder.

Yet his sturdy and rugged face, coupled with eyes that seemed to hold impenetrable strength tempered through endless time, emanated an indomitable presence tinged with vigor.

His muscular frame was clearly defined and radiated an impression of boundless power.

Like a ferocious lion concealing its claws and fangs, he nonetheless exuded a palpable sense of danger that made one’s hair stand on end.

The two instinctively locked eyes.

Within the void, faint sparks flickered.

In the next moment, under the Martial Saint’s startled gaze, under Chijian and Lu Yu’s incredulous expressions, and under the collective bewilderment of the cultivators and True Martial cultivators…

The elder slowly bowed his head and spoke with respectful tone:

“Teacher, it has been a long time.”