Chapter 211: Selling the Martial Saint

The Golden Divine Armor gleamed brightly; above the firmament, a white‑headed, purple‑eyed azure eagle spread its wings and soared, continuously circling.

This was a demon beast bearing the bloodline of a great demon.

But at that moment, when the golden‑armored divine general landed before the city gate, the area before the gate instantly fell into deadly silence.

A powerful divine sense burst forth and spread, like a mountain‑shouting sea‑tide, causing an extreme feeling of suffocation.

The carriages of Golden Light Prefecture came to a halt one after another; the flood‑dragon‑blooded dragon horses within them all lay on the ground, trembling.

All forces around the city gate were startled; the city guards who had just let the Golden Light Prefecture convoy pass turned deathly pale.

"Great… General!"

The soldier hastily clasped his fists in salute, his whole body trembling slightly.

He felt a bit dazed, never expecting the commander of the Divine Guard Army to appear here.

Even the Golden Light Prefecture convoy escorted by senior figures of the Heaven's Origin Divine Sect was ordered to stop.

This made him wonder if his decision to let them pass had been mistaken.

But…

He hadn't heard any rumor of the court preparing to confront the Heaven's Origin Divine Sect either.

"Divine Guard Army of Dao City, Western Camp Grand General, disciple of the Pacification King, You Liqing."

"He, he is the one who commands the 30,000 Divine Guard Army of Dao City's Western Camp… the Supreme Grand Master, You Liqing?"

"Yes, it's him! The direct successor of the Martial Saint!"

An uproar rose without cease.

Passersby and many forces from various prefectures and provinces all felt their hairs stand on end, trembling and unable to speak.

The Golden Light Prefecture convoy was intercepted and halted.

The curtain was lifted.

Jiao Shaoxiu and Wei He appeared almost simultaneously, frowning.

Nie Yang gripped his broken sword, his face grim to the extreme.

"General You, why did you stop the Heaven's Origin Divine Sect's convoy?"

Jiao Shaoxiu, old and withered like dead wood, his beard and hair flying, calmly gazed at You Liqing.

Even someone of his stature would appear in person; Jiao Shaoxiu himself felt doubtful, his heart sinking slightly.

He knew You Liqing's identity: the third disciple of Pacification King Ji Molie, the direct successor of the present‑day Martial Saint, possessing immense strength.

Wei He's expression was solemn; his burly frame in plain cloth rustled.

He stepped forward and clasped his fists.

However, before he could speak, You Liqing cut him off.

"Someone attacked Dao City with mechanism arts; I have pursued the trail here. You need not worry—I will investigate briefly. If it has nothing to do with you or the bandits, I will let you pass myself."

A faint voice issued from You Liqing's mouth.

He restrained his martial will, not releasing too much of his aura; merely the restrained qi and blood rang like real metal rubbing together.

It made everyone's eardrums feel a stabbing pain; even Wei He, an Innate Grand Master who had attained the Heaven‑Man Unity Realm, felt his heart sink, as if his thoughts were slowing.

Jiao Shaoxiu's face sank with solemnity; his frail, dying‑candle body actually possessed a strong resilience, unyielding.

"It's merely a convoy from Golden Light Prefecture City, carrying only children; General You, please make it convenient."

Jiao Shaoxiu said in a low voice.

You Liqing nodded: "I'll just investigate; if the culprits aren't here, I'll let you go."

"The Heaven's Origin Divine Sect and the court must coexist peacefully in order to jointly resist the incursion of Guiyi Miao."

"I understand the bigger picture."

Jiao Shaoxiu paused, his aged eyes somewhat cloudy, fixed a glance on You Liqing: "General You, just be aware of that."

Yet his stance did not shift at all; he continued to block You Liqing's path.

You Liqing crossed his arms, his gaze sweeping over them lightly.

Instantly, a pressure like collapsing mountains surged toward Jiao Shaoxiu, like a tsunami.

His eyes burst forth with brilliant golden light.

Behind him, a round primordial spirit, radiant as if forged from molten gold, rose aloft; the spirit glared angrily, gripping an eight‑zhang snake spear, like a deity descending to the world.

A terrifying magnitude of pressure surged and swept.

It seemed about to unreasonably sweep over the Golden Light Prefecture convoy.

However.

You Liqing had just begun to act.

A blade‑light of extreme sharpness then came screaming down from the firmament—

It was too fast!

In an instant, heaven and earth seemed about to be torn apart.

A sword hung above the long street; a domineering will, almost substantive, descended like a mountain, its vast and overbearing sword intent almost capable of cutting everything down.

You Liqing's Golden Body Shedding Primordial Spirit instantly returned to his body as he threw a horizontal punch!

Myriad Dragons Subduing Spirit!

It seemed as if countless golden dragons coiled forth, condensing into substantive, powerful gusts that collided wildly with the floating sword aura, as if destroying heaven and earth.

One person, one sword—control of power had reached an exquisite degree, each sword qi clashing with each dragon qi.

Then they simultaneously dissipated.

They turned into a mild current that drifted inside and outside the city gate, making everyone feel a refreshing breeze like a gentle wind on the face.

"Brother You, that's enough—you dare block the Divine Sect's convoy; you're no mere cat or dog, so just give each other a way out."

However, he saw, on a wine tower in the distance.

A weathered, despondent figure leaned against the railing, gripping this old wine gourd covered in sword marks, pulled out the stopper, and poured liquor into his mouth.

His cheeks were slightly red, drunkenness permeating.

"It's you……"

You Liqing restrained his qi and blood, his golden armor clanking, he glanced lightly at the floating ancient sword, then glanced again at the drinking rascal.

"Primordial Origin Divine Sect, second true inheritor…… Huang Jianjiu."

You Liqing also knew that if he insisted on investigating today, he'd likely have to fight this drunk rascal.

"No need, because it would waste time."

He merely heard from Su Huaili that the Netherworld that assassinated the Ji Hai Association had deep ties with some people in Golden Light Prefecture.

So he came just to show some initial strength.

Moreover, he was quite curious about that Netherworld bull demon who dared to bombard Primordial Origin Dao City as soon as he arrived in Dao City; this guy…… is definitely a tough character.

His means of escape were also rather strange.

No wonder Su Huaili was frightened enough to risk serious injury to flee Golden Light Prefecture City.

What a pity……

The teacher's layout in Golden Light Prefecture City went up in flames.

You Liqing took a deep look at the convoy, his eyes turning, finally pausing for a moment in the carriage compartment where a pile of small radish heads were exposed.

With a tap of his toes, the golden-armored figure instantly vanished.

That floating sword, as if drunk, spun once and shot toward the distant rascal leaning against the pavilion, intoxicated.

The sword returned to its back sheath, the figure laughed heartily, turned, and entered the building.

Thereafter, after having done a great deed, a voice full of confidence rang out.

"Madam, bring a jar of thirty-year-old daughter red!"

"Get lost! You haven't paid last year's tab!"

……

……

On the long street.

Li Che slowly lowered the carriage curtain, his eyes flickering with a hint of gravity.

Very strong……

All are very strong!

Whether it was You Liqing or the Huang Jiujiu who blocked You Liqing, the second true inheritor of the Primordial Origin Divine Sect, neither is someone Li Che can handle now.

Overbearing!

Terrifying!

It was the aura burst from their clash just now; although each had masterful control of their power, containing the leakage within a tiny space.

However, Li Che, through the Heaven-Earth Chessboard, could sense how terrifying the force generated when they collided in that brief moment was.

Three flowers bloom atop his head, a supreme grandmaster!

Looking across Dao City, they are all renowned figures.

Leaning inside the soft carriage compartment, Li Che slightly closed his eyes, his fluctuating thoughts settling into calm.

Even if Jiao Shaoxiu offered no resistance and let You Liqing investigate, they would actually find nothing.

Because Li Che had absolute confidence in his own concealment.

"You Liqing……"

"Is Su Huaili hidden under his command?"

"Troublesome."

Li Che exhaled a breath.

"The demon child is troublesome, Su Huaili is likewise troublesome……"

"Southern Sect Leader…… we need to add money."

Li Che muttered a sentence.

Outside the carriage.

On Jiao Shaoxiu's withered, old-wood-like face, a rare smile appeared.

"This kid…… has been waiting here early on?"

"Why hasn't Huang Jiujiu come out of the city to escort us?"

The notice Jiao Shaoxiu received from Golden Light Prefecture was to have Huang Jiujiu escort them; but upon arriving in the city, Huang Jiujiu was just the start.

This Huang Jiujiu was a talent unearthed by Jiao Shaoxiu when he served as Outer Sect Grand Elder.

A swordsmanship genius, any sword technique he learns at a glance; practically a born sword immortal, later becoming a disciple of the Sect Leader Great God, turning into the Sect Leader's personal heir, the sect's true inheritor.

On the sect's true inheritor roster, he ranks second.

Unfortunately, he is just a liquor-loving rascal.

If he changed this flaw, he could absolutely become the idol of thousands of inner and outer disciples of the Primordial Origin Divine Sect.

"Grand Elder Jiao…… you don't know, originally Elder Brother Huang was supposed to pick you up, but Elder Brother Huang owed money for drinking, so the madam of the Drunken Goose Pavilion came to collect the tab…… thus the Grand Elder, in anger, put Huang under house arrest."

Wei He thought it over and indeed did not conceal anything.

"It was his doing."

Jiao Shaoxiu stroked his beard, smiled, and shook his head.

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Time does not stay, seasons flow like a river.

Time is like sand between the fingertips, suddenly slipping through the gaps.

In the blink of an eye, ten days have passed.

Qian Yuan Dao City.

Nei Cheng, Liuxiang Alley.

A four‑sided courtyard is situated here.

The winter chill has completely faded, and the early spring's biting cold lingers like winter's last stubbornness on earth.

In the courtyard, a loquat tree spreads its branches and leaves, dusted with the morning dew.

Li Che and Li Qingshan sit upright under the eaves, sipping hot tea, chatting leisurely.

Chen Lao accompanies Xixi in martial practice; old and young, they fight joyfully, even while Xixi holds back.

Otherwise, Chen Lao would never be a match for Xixi.

Now Xixi, having undergone nine blood transmutations, is only one step away from stepping onto the Meridian of the Qi.

Chen Lao, though, after taking the martial pill given by Li Che and being refined by pure heart and spirit nature, has broken through to the Meridian and traveled a considerable distance within the Qi Meridian realm.

Yet even being one rank lower, Xixi can still easily suppress Chen Lao.

Xixi wields a violet‑flame snake spear in her left hand, a golden brick in her right, and stands upon a prison‑lotus wind‑fire near‑light wheel.

Li Che punches the Divine Weapon, Xixi soothes the Divine Weapon; the father and daughter each give one a big club and a sweet date.

This causes the Divine Weapon to release its divinity, helping Xixi continuously temper her physique.

Now Xixi's physique is already no weaker than that of ordinary masters.

Of course, compared with the peerless physique of a Furnace Master, it still falls short.

Li Che plans to wait until Xixi reaches the Master realm, then help her forge a Furnace Master physique, because Xixi has a Divine Weapon assisting her internally, so it won't be much harder than for Li Che.

Li Che primarily possesses the unparalleled Dao fruit known as Dragon Elephant Vajra.

Coupled with his exceptionally strong martial comprehension.

Thus he can achieve it.

In the courtyard, a sparrow is startled.

Besides Xixi and Chen Lao sparring, Zhang Ya is also training in the corner.

This courtyard is a large yard allocated by the Qian Yuan Divine Sect, because Xixi has guaranteed entry into the Divine Sect and may become a true lineage holder.

So the yard is given in advance, free of charge, to Li Che's family.

Although Xixi has not yet taken the sect leader's direct transmission test, receiving the courtyard early is no big deal.

The four‑sided grand courtyard is even larger than the three‑sided courtyard Li Che's family lived in when they first entered the Golden Light Mansion.

Especially the training yard, which spans a vast area and is equipped with numerous spirit‑wood stakes and other training apparatus.

At this moment, Zhang Ya is diligently practicing martial arts on those spirit‑wood stakes and devices.

Boom—!

Suddenly, Zhang Ya slaps a spirit‑wood stake, and an invisible burst erupts, sounding like a surge of Qi and blood.

The Qi and blood churn inside, making the fair skin instantly flush red, even swelling.

Muscles and bones resonate, a tremendous power brewing and roiling within the body!

"Sir! I've completed the third blood transmutation!"

Zhang Ya is drenched in sweat, her face flushed with excitement, her black eyes bright and sparkling, repeatedly stamping the ground with joyful, rapid steps.

Hearing this, Li Che smiled and his figure instantly appeared beside Zhang Ya.

He raised his hand, tapping Zhang Ya's tender shoulder; a surge of fierce Qi circled, and he nodded in satisfaction.

"Indeed worthy, my wife; after training, your progress exploded, and after the blood transmutation, your momentum is like a bamboo split."

Li Che is truly quite satisfied.

Zhang Ya's talent, refined by his milky‑white pure heart and spirit nature, is no longer weak.

However, Zhang Ya started cultivation late; in just over a year, she progressed from opening tendons to successful blood transmutation, which is still impressive.

"Sir…"

Zhang Ya purses her lips, her large black eyes glittering.

Li Che instantly understands, the heavens‑earth board isolating perception, and looks at his delicate wife: "Speak… what are you thinking?"

"Sir… I've transmuted my blood; my flesh's endurance has increased severalfold, allowing me to mobilize internal blood to places it shouldn't go, making flesh more full and robust…"

"Sir… tonight…"

Zhang Ya feels a bit shy.

Li Che is stunned, looking at his delicate wife in disbelief.

After opening tendons and tempering bones, you can switch up the methods; now with blood transmutation, will you also craft a new pattern for you?

The martial world's trends might be led astray by my delicate wife.

Indeed…

"Wife, I have been moving blood for many years, with extremely rich experience; tonight I will move blood together with you."

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After agreeing with his wife Zhang Ya to perform the major blood transmutation tonight.

Li Che then took his leave of the crowd and left the large courtyard of Liuxiang Alley.

After ten days of arriving at Qian Yuan Dao City, everyone was assigned housing by the Qian Yuan Divine Sect; the elder brother's family naturally did not reside in the four‑sided grand courtyard.

However, they were also assigned a three‑section courtyard, and the family lived very happily.

Li Chengzhou followed Nie Yang to cultivate and left; as soon as they reached Daocheng he was taken away, but the elder uncle's family showed no concern at all.

Sister‑in‑law Liu Chunming was overjoyed, because although Nie Yang is a driver, he is a Grand Master!

She is just a housewife and doesn't know the distinction among Grand Masters; she only knows that a Grand Master is an extremely powerful figure, which is enough.

Li Che slipped into his elder uncle's house, exchanged greetings, and checked whether there were any difficulties.

Amid the elder uncle family's enthusiastic pleas to stay for lunch, he left the courtyard.

In early spring, on the long street, willows drooped, drifting catkins floated, hazy in the air.

Li Che wore a sleek black outfit, his back straight, black hair flying, eyes bright, full of vigor.

He walked slowly along Daocheng's immensely grand official road.

Daocheng is enormous, far larger than Fucheng.

The forces within Daocheng are also intricate; because Li Che possesses the Heaven‑and‑Earth Chessboard, he has long memorized the city's overall layout.

Inside Daocheng runs the Nei Cheng River, ten li wide, with distant banks, and a white‑jade great bridge spans its surface.

The Qin Tian Jian of Daocheng sits at the bridgehead, a magnificent nine‑story tower, somewhat like the cliffside Treasure Hall of Fucheng.

But overall it is larger, taller, and its aura is grand!

Li Che thought for a moment, found a spot, put on a bamboo hat, changed into a black robe, and placed a cute bull‑demon mask over his face.

Then he headed toward the Qin Tian Jian's Eight‑Treasure Double‑Eaved Tower at the bridgehead.

Li Che slightly employed the Sleep‑Dragon‑Elephant technique, masking his aura, though unnecessary, since only a few in Daocheng know the bull‑demon.

Besides acquaintances, anyone who recognizes him… deserves to be killed.

For example Mo Tong, for example Su Huaili—if he encounters them, Li Che would literally laugh himself awake from sleep.

After Mo Tong was hit by three Avalanching Guanyin Lotus projectiles, he concealed his aura again, yet in Li Che's Heaven‑and‑Earth Chessboard perception it remained obvious.

After that incident, the Corpse God Sect lost three Cursed Golden Corpses; Li Che's mood was explosively good, a real venting.

Little Yellow Hair dares to covet Li Che's daughter.

Although he knows Mo Tong's location, Li Che did not launch a full‑scale offensive again.

Because it's unnecessary—killing Mo Tong isn't urgent—mainly it would scare the grass and attract the attention of You Liqing.

Therefore, Li Che, who feels as if walking on thin ice in this world, thinks it's better to stay steady.

Once Mo Tong's position is confirmed, he only needs to find a killing opportunity and eliminate Mo Tong.

Lately, many masters have gathered in Qian Yuan Daocheng; there are too many strong ones, because numerous prodigies from other Daocheng have all converged.

For example, the Seven‑Treasure Divine Sect of Long Yuan Dao sent a prodigy, rumored to be the Grand Elder's direct grandson, wishing to apprentice under the Grand Master of Qian Yuan Sect to become a direct disciple.

The Seven‑Treasure Divine Sect and Qian Yuan Sect have a good relationship, often exchanging disciples for training.

Thus, a disciple of the Seven‑Treasure Divine Sect's Grand Elder joining the Grand Master's school of Qian Yuan Sect is not unusual.

Besides that, many princes of Dàjǐng's vassal kings appear; Dàjǐng's vassal kings are not just the pacifying king Ji Mo Li—rumor has it Dàjǐng has eight great vassal kings, each a regional powerhouse with considerable strength.

So, after only ten days in Daocheng, Li Che couldn't help but feel pressure on behalf of his daughter Xixi.

The disciples of the Grand Master of Qian Yuan Sect face fierce competition.

They must compete not only with aristocratic prodigies, but also with those cultivated by the Divine Sect, the Zhen Miao Si, Qin Tian Jian, and even vassal princes.

Just thinking about it makes one feel overwhelmed.

Resonating with the temple deity of the Four‑Imperial Guiyi Miao of Jinguang Fu is different.

These prodigies have long completed resonance in various Guiyi Miao, many receiving the temple deity's inheritance and embarking on the cultivation path.

Even at five or six years old, many have already condensed a divine foundation.

Because the Grand Master limits direct disciples to under ten years old.

Otherwise, the influx of prodigy geniuses would be greater, like fish crossing a river.

No one can resist the lure of becoming a direct disciple who is both a divine embryo and a Martial Saint.

Thus, Xixi's rivals are not like Ji Hai Hui, who stores opportunities and plans to obtain the temple deity's inheritance before striking at the divine foundation.

Rather, they are prodigies who aim to showcase talent, break through the divine foundation early, and even become sect masters.

Under the bull‑demon mask, Li Che exhaled slowly.

As a parent, one truly can't help but feel anxious.

Although Li Che constantly tells himself he needn't be anxious, Xixi, armed with mythic weapons, possesses unparalleled physique, not weaker than a sect master…

She can certainly surpass her peers and dominate a generation.

But…

How can a parent not be anxious?

Everyone wants their child to be the most outstanding among peers.

A towering figure as massive as a tower mountain steps into Qin Tian Jian.

The unusual stature, extremely conspicuous, instantly draws many eyes.

Qin Tian Jian in Daocheng is bustling, after all there are too many people of substance in Daocheng.

In the distance.

Following a young minister arranged by Lu Yao, Shangguan Qinghong, who was learning about Qin Tian Jian affairs, instantly perked up upon seeing the bull‑demon.

Eyes widened, a sudden thrill!

"Bull… Bull…"

Shangguan Qinghong became instantly excited.

The white‑robed young master accompanying Shangguan Qinghong had a tuft of hair at his forehead slightly swaying, showing some displeasure at Shangguan's startled reaction.

"Little girl, you come from Fucheng; you have much to learn, but first, you must master a calm heart and steady Qi, remaining composed as if a mountain landslide were before you without changing color."

"This is the basic quality that we members of the Qintian Surveillance should possess."

Sang Yu, the junior overseer of the Qintian Surveillance in Dao City, held a paper fan in his hand and gently waved it.

"Junior Overseer Sang! He's Niu Mo!"

Shangguan Qinghong's pretty face flushed red, still excited.

"Niu Mo? I'm still a sheep ghost…"

Junior Overseer Sang Yu rolled his eyes.

In Dao City, the myriad cultivators are too many to count; he has seen far too many, so naturally he wouldn't be startled like a little girl from a small town.

If it weren't for his elder sister asking him to escort Shangguan Qinghong, he would still be in the Azure Jade Tower, cuddling a courtesan and dozing.

Li Che naturally also saw Shangguan Qinghong.

Slightly surprised, he walked over.

In Fu City, his Niu Mo reputation was known to all; people feared him, and cruelty, treachery, and ferocity were the colored labels the world attached to his Niu Mo.

"Niu… Niu Niu… senior…"

Shangguan Qinghong stood stiffly.

Niu Mo slightly nodded, then looked at Junior Overseer Sang Yu.

"May I ask, sir, do you have business entering the Qintian Surveillance?"

Sang Yu opened his paper umbrella and asked with a smile.

"Selling goods, then buying goods."

Niu Mo's voice was deep, like rolling thunder.

"Oh, selling goods… that's a business, then follow me."

Sang Yu led Niu Mo, and Shangguan Qinghong was as excited as if she had seen an idol, trailing behind like a little tail.

The three of them entered a private room.

Gurgle gurgle.

Swirling hot steam rose, Sang Yu leaned on the grand chair, holding a tea cup with bamboo tongs, after pouring hot water, placed it before Niu Mo.

"What would you like to sell, sir?"

"We accept anything here—divine weapons, divine techniques, divine crystals, cultivation methods, secret manuals, and so on… we turn away no one."

"Embracing all things is the way the Qintian Surveillance conducts business."

Sang Yu said with a smile.

The towering figure sat upright on the chair.

Li Che did not touch the ordinary tea brewed from common tea leaves.

"You accept anything?"

Under Niu Mo's mask, his voice was deep as thunder, with a hint of oddity.

Sang Yu snapped his fingers: "Rest assured, you should trust the depth of our Qianyuan Dao City Qintian Surveillance."

"Our Dao City Qintian Surveillance's chief overseer is a divine embryo great deity…"

Li Che, wearing the cute bull mask, had a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

Indeed, the official big platform is reassuring.

"Alright…"

"Then you appraise it."

Raising his hand, his fingertips tore open the void, and Li Che began to pull out the items one by one.

"This is a martial art; see how many divine crystals it's worth."

Li Che clutched a sheet of gold‑leaf paper and handed it to Sang Yu.

Sang Yu's expression changed instantly upon seeing Niu Mo rip open the void with such skillful and handsome hands.

He immediately understood—a big deal was coming!

He instinctively took the gold‑leaf paper Niu Mo handed him…

Bang—!!!

The grand chair beneath him instantly shattered into pieces under uncontrollable divine energy.

Shangguan Qinghong, standing nearby, hurriedly took out a small notebook and recorded: "Junior Overseer Sang damaged one grand chair, fine one hundred taels."

However, Sang Yu was too lazy to pay any heed to Shangguan Qinghong.

"You want to sell… the Saint of War's ultimate art… Ten Thousand Dragons Subduing Deities?!"

Under Niu Mo's mask, his eyes were dark and profound.

"Oh? Dare not accept?"

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…

With Sang Yu's boundless enthusiasm, he dispatched the Qintian Surveillance Treasure Tower.

Sang Yu's back finally straightened, his smile as radiant as a flower.

Shangguan Qinghong withdrew her gaze from Niu Mo's towering silhouette, glanced at Sang Yu, not quite understanding why he smiled so brightly.

"Dear cute Niu Mo senior, selling so many fine items… and buying so many fine items… these are all proper commissions! Hmm, you also get a bit of commission."

Sang Yu opened his paper fan, continuously fanning, trying to blow away the heat in his heart.

This is the biggest deal he's opened this month.

Niu Mo sold a heap of fine items; the various grades of divine weapons need not be mentioned, nor the myriad divine techniques, and there were even several volumes of the Saint of War's ultimate art.

Sang Yu could no longer hold back.

Even if a mountain collapses before one's eyes, the hue does not change.

It's just that the mountain isn't high enough!

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Primordial Origin Dao City, Wai Cheng, Listening Thunder Lane.

This is the third day after Li Che arrived at Dao City, when he contacted and bought a three-open courtyard, to serve as his place for cultivation and woodcarving.

Pinching with five fingers, the Flying Thunder chess piece was gripped in his hand.

Li Che appeared in the courtyard.

This courtyard is far more spacious and airy than the one he had in the prefectural city.

The main point is that the courtyard is large enough.

The Heaven-Earth chessboard expanded, enveloping the entire small courtyard, isolating it from outside scrutiny.

Li Che purchased this courtyard under an assumed name, not under his own identity; therefore, few people could trace it back to him.

Inside the house.

【Picture Immortal】 avatars of Li Che, each gripping a divine crystal, diligently cultivating, while willow branches sway gently.

With five fingers gripping, a scarlet-gold six-ministry upper-grade divine weapon appeared in Li Che's hand.

Its name: the Profound Gold Eight Treasures Thunder Dragon Staff!

Fingers like hooks, he clenched tightly, as if five strands of white silk-like qi were gripped in his palm!

In the next instant.

Exhale——

Inhale——!!!

In the courtyard.

Qi and blood intertwined in all directions, a fierce wind rose!

Li Che tapped down with a step, deploying the Soaring Void Eight Qi Steps; in an instant, within the courtyard, he shifted four directions as fast as lightning.

As the treasure staff struck down, it instantly transformed into countless afterimages; throughout the courtyard, a terrifying thunder dragon's roar burst forth!

Martial Saint's supreme art, the Heaven-Uniting Equal Heaven Staff!

Li Che repeatedly struck down, the air exploded, and fierce gusts scattered!

Countless staff shadows overlapped densely, filling the entire small courtyard; the sound of breaking air roared like a raging storm, incessant!

Hiss——

The scorching heat, surging qi and blood, twisted the air in the courtyard.

When the countless staff shadows overlapped and converged into a single staff,

It seemed as if heaven and earth were within that staff, their light swept away!

In the courtyard.

Dust and dirt flew up, the displaced air currents fell back.

The howling gale never ceased, resembling an earth-colored flood dragon, surging wildly in the gaps left by the countless dissipating staff shadows.

Li Che slowly exhaled a mouthful of scorching qi.

Five fingers gripped the Eight Treasures Thunder Dragon Staff.

A thought stirred.

A strand of powerful golden aura, like a flood dragon, surged and raged, causing the air to explode with thunderous roars.

His eyes opened, as if burning with a faint golden flame.

Hiss……

「Martial Saint's supreme art, the Heaven-Uniting Equal Heaven Staff」

「Killing blow, one staff levels heaven」

「Third Divine Gang」

「Success! 」