Chapter 93: Martial Fate

Long Daosheng's voice echoed in the main hall; although he had a smile on his face, combined with his lean short-sleeved outfit, it was hard not to make people feel that this was an intentional threat.

However, even so, no one was willing to hand over this quota.

The strength of the Long Family was truly strong enough! The Long Daosheng before them, and Long Wenliang who served as the Ning'an Commandant, were both high-level Secret Martial Artists who had practiced the Golden Bell Subduing Demon Fist.

Besides the two of them, there were five ordinary Secret Martial Artists holding the fort; the strength of the Long Family could be said to be second only to the Wang Family.

Even the Si Family, which was also a prominent family, was a bit worse; although they also had two high-level Secret Martial Artists, in terms of strength, they were not as good as Long Daosheng and Long Wenliang.

"Great Elder, the time to determine the quota is still some days away, isn't it a bit too anxious?" Si Changyuan opened his mouth.

Although this quota wouldn't fall to the Si Family no matter what, he also didn't want to let the Long Family get it.

Beside him, a man with a handlebar mustache, with a willow branch embroidered on his chest, was the sign of the Liu Family, one of the Nine Noble Clans.

"Yes, Family Head Long, logically speaking, this quota should be my Liu Family's. Your Long Family hasn't had the qualifications for the past twenty years."

Liu Xiangyi echoed; his Liu Family was the head of the Noble Clans, and they were only one high-level Secret Martial Artist away from the position of a prominent family.

"Oh? Family Head Liu is unwilling to yield?" Long Daosheng picked up the teacup and took a light sip, an invisible power pressing down, making everyone in the room change color, hurriedly erupting their aura to resist.

Liu Xiangyi's eyes tightened, revealing shock; this was... the aura of Martial Fate?!

This old thing is about to condense Martial Fate?! He is really about to take that step!

There are only two ways to break through beyond Secret Martial Arts: one is to accept the Divine Martial Inheritance, and the other is to condense the Martial Fate of high-level Secret Martial Arts by oneself, and then impact beyond Secret Martial Arts.

Relatively speaking, condensing Martial Fate is a way without a way.

But similarly, a Secret Martial Artist who possesses Martial Fate is a cut stronger than a twelfth-stage peak Secret Martial Artist! In the current Ning'an County, only the current Copper Bell Sect Leader, Wang Laoguai of the Wang Family, has condensed Martial Fate, and thus established the position of the first prominent family!

Searching through Yuan Prefecture, even including the Longevity Sect, there are not many Secret Martial Artists who can contend with Wang Laoguai.

Now, is the Long Family actually going to produce such a figure? "Great Elder acting so domineering, it's not very good, right? If Big Brother knows, I'm afraid he won't be happy."

Another person opened his mouth, a burst of power suddenly erupted, instantly merging with the other few people, contending with Long Daosheng.

Long Daosheng laughed upon hearing this, "Wang Ziming, are you using the Sect Leader to pressure me? If I remember correctly, he doesn't seem to be in Ning'an right now, right?"

Wang Ziming's face changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a bit of realization, "So that's it. Great Elder was prepared from the beginning."

If Big Brother is not here, Long Daosheng is the strongest person in Ning'an City right

What a scheme!

"Not at all, Fourth Elder, you flatter me."

Long Daosheng smiled, set down his teacup, and leaned slightly forward. "So, do you agree or not? Everyone."

Wang Ziming's eyes flickered. He exchanged glances with Si Changyuan and Liu Xiangyi, and they nodded one after another.

"Great Elder, this matter is of great importance. We should discuss it at length!" he said.

Upon hearing this, Long Daosheng's expression turned cold. His aura erupted suddenly, far exceeding what it had been before, and strands of golden radiance burst forth from his body.

"So, you are all refusing to give me, Long, this bit of face?"

Feeling the highly threatening golden light, the three of them—Wang Ziming and the others—tilted their bodies slightly, ready to surround and attack Long Daosheng at any moment.

"Everyone, everyone, why not listen to a word from me? How about both sides take a step back?"

Just as the two sides were at daggers drawn, a voice suddenly rang out. It was the person in the main hall who had not expressed an opinion until now.

"Does Elder Su have some high-level insight?" Long Daosheng looked at this person: Su Yun, the Seventh Elder of the Copper Bell Sect, who was also an expert who had mastered the Golden Light Subduing Demon Fist. Su Yun lightly waved the folding fan in his hand. "Great Elder, this matter of the quota is, after all, of great importance. It represents a high-level Secret Martial Artist, which is extremely significant for every family.

Of course, if we follow the rules, the Long family is actually qualified to compete for the quota, but it would just require waiting a few years.

In my opinion, how about this: at the end of this year, we hold a martial arts competition. Each family will select two Secret Martial Artists who practice the Green Fire Copper Furnace Art. Whoever can suppress the crowd will be the one to receive this quota.

What do you all think?"

Long Daosheng looked thoughtful upon hearing this, but the imposing aura on his body did not diminish in the slightest until half a quarter of an hour later, when he slowly withdrew it.

He nodded slightly and looked at Wang Ziming and the other two. "I have no objections. What do you three think?"

The three of them looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, thank goodness they didn't end up fighting.

Although the three of them joining forces wouldn't necessarily result in them being beaten to death, they definitely couldn't win, and they might end up bedridden for a year or a year and a half.

By then, unless Wang Laoguai took action, they would have truly taken that beating for nothing.

"Fine, we have no objections. When the time comes, each family will rely on their own abilities," Wang Ziming said.

When it comes down to it, the Long family only has Long Ye as a sixth-rank peak Secret Martial Artist. As long as they joined forces, they could still manage to eliminate Long Ye in advance.

"Since that is the case, everyone, please return." Long Daosheng issued the order to leave.

After everyone had left, Long Daosheng slumped, leaning directly against his chair. His temperament returned to how it was when Qin Jiang first met him—like an old farmer.

Tap, tap, tap.

Footsteps sounded. Qin Jiang looked over, and the person arriving was none other than Elder Su, who had left earlier.

"Haha, Old Su, I really troubled you! Your acting was great!" Long Daosheng laughed loudly.

"Tsk, you, be careful. They haven't gone far yet," Su Yun laughed.

Qin Jiang watched the two of them from the side, feeling somewhat puzzled. What was going on? Long Daosheng noticed Qin Jiang's gaze and raised a hand toward Su Yun. "Junior Brother, this is my senior brother's good brother, the Seventh Elder of the Copper Bell Sect, who is also the Family Head of the Su family, Su Yun. His strength is extremely remarkable; he is already a tenth-rank Secret Martial Artist!"

Su Yun walked to the side and sat down, looking very relaxed. He laughed and scolded, "I can't compare to you, actually managing to condense a Martial Fate without a sound."

He understood this old friend very well; when he wasn't certain of success, he wouldn't reveal his full strength.

Long Daosheng smiled. "Still a bit off, still a bit off. It will take at least three to five years to condense it."

Su Yun nodded. Compared to their lifespan of over three hundred years at this level, three to five years really didn't count for much.

"However, have you decided to let Long Ye compete for the quota?" he asked.

Long Daosheng shook his head. "Of course not. The rules of the Longevity Sect aren't so easy to break. My goal is actually my Fourth Junior Brother."

Upon hearing this, Su Yun looked at Qin Jiang in confusion. What did that mean? Could it be that this quota was prepared for Qin Jiang? But that shouldn't be right, shouldn't it? Hadn't Qin Jiang just finished Green Fire Body Refining and stepped into the Secret Martial Artist realm?

How could he compete against the sixth-rank Secret Martial Artists of the various families? Long Daosheng also looked at Qin Jiang. "Actually, the purpose of holding this apprenticeship ceremony was for this matter.

Because according to the rules of the Longevity Sect, if my Long family wants to get a third quota for the Golden Light Subduing Demon Fist, it would take at least twenty years.

However, Junior Brother, although you are nominally a member of my Long family, you don't have the surname Long after all, which leaves room for maneuvering."

Qin Jiang realized. "So, Senior Brother's goal from the very beginning was the martial arts competition at the end of the year."

(End of this chapter)