Chapter 646: He Is Definitely Not a Martial Saint!

Lin Zhenshan furrowed his brows tightly, raised his hand toward Lin Zhenhai, and his voice dropped.

"Zhenhai! Shut up! Do not be disrespectful to Jiang Martial Saint!"

His tone carried a rare severity, as if scolding an ignorant child.

He quickened his pace, took two steps forward, lowered his voice, and spoke in a volume only a few brothers could hear.

"Lord Martial Saint's cultivation is profound; we were short‑sighted before and offended Lord Martial Saint. If not for a great figure pleading on our behalf, our Lin Family would have been destroyed long ago. The heavenly authority of Lord Martial Saint must not be offended again!"

Although Lin Zhenshan's words were tinged with anger, they were truly out of concern for Lin Zhenhai.

No matter how much he disliked his second brother who constantly opposed him, he did not want to see him seek death in front of the crowd.

The wrath of a Martial Saint is not something the Lin Family can bear.

But these words, when they reached Lin Zhenhai's ears, became unbearably harsh.

Seeing Lin Zhenshan's solemn demeanor and his elder brother's anxious urgency, he laughed even louder.

He clutched his belly, laughing uproariously, as if his funny bone had been struck and he couldn't stop.

"Hahaha! Lin Zhenshan! Have you acted so much that you've become the role yourself? Do you know what a Martial Saint represents?"

His voice rose a few pitches, carrying an exaggerated tone as if facing a colossal joke.

"In my Tianzhou, a thousand‑year ancient capital, many cultivators have emerged. Yet among its ten million people, those who have reached the Heavenly Human Realm number no more than can be counted on one hand! Let alone a Martial Saint!"

He turned his head, his gaze sweeping through the crowd, finally landing on Qiao Zhenyu a short distance away.

"General Qiao, you are a strong practitioner of the Heavenly Human Realm and also the guardian deity of my Tianzhou! Please take a look and see whether this Jiang Martial Saint truly possesses the qualifications of a Martial Saint!"

With those words, everyone's gaze in the courtyard converged on Qiao Zhenyu.

Qiao Zhenyu stood there, his massive frame and expression as still as water.

He heard Lin Zhenhai's words, gave a slight nod, neither refusing nor making small talk.

He strode out of the crowd with a dragon‑like gait and tiger‑like steps, his steps steady and solid, and the cultivator's aura on his body began to slowly emanate as he moved.

That aura was not heavy, yet for the ordinary people present it already felt suffocatingly oppressive.

He walked to Jiang Feng's side, stopped, and gave the other a casual glance.

His gaze lingered on Jiang Feng for a few breaths, moving from head to foot and back, as if searching for something.

That aura belonging to the Heavenly Realm spread from him, like an invisible wind, swirling toward Jiang Feng.

Du Jianchuan stood among the crowd, his eyes fixedly staring at the scene.

A gentle smile typical of officials still graced his face, yet deep in his eyes was a clear sense of expectation.

He hoped Qiao Zhenyu would expose Jiang Feng's true nature, and that the Lin Family's farce would end in the most disgraceful way.

And the smile on Lin Zhenhai's face deepened, almost stretching to his ears. He had already begun to imagine how he would mock Lin Zhenshan later.

Jiang Feng stood there, feeling the probing aura of Qiao Zhenyu.

The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, he lifted his eyelids, and his gaze lingered on Qiao Zhenyu for a moment.

Then he let out a soft exclamation.

This Qiao Zhenyu's entire cultivation surprisingly bore the shadow of Kunlun.

The way that aura circulated, the trajectory of true Qi flow, though altered and refined, still bore a distinct Kunlun foundation.

Others couldn't see it, but Jiang Feng had grown up in Kunlun since childhood and was far too familiar with these things.

His gaze lingered a bit longer on Qiao Zhenyu, and he asked.

"Whose teachings did you follow to attain this cultivation?"

Qiao Zhenyu heard this, and his expression changed slightly.

He clearly hadn't expected the young man before him to ask such a question, and the tone carried an inexplicable… casualness.

As if asking from whom a junior disciple studies.

Qiao Zhenyu subconsciously felt a bit displeased!

"Your origins haven't been clarified, yet you dare to pry into mine?"

But when it came to lineage, Qiao Zhenyu was very confident; he puffed out his chest, his voice bearing a hint of arrogance.

"Kid, you have some insight. I studied under the National Teacher."

With those words, Jiang Feng's heart instantly brightened.

It turned out to be a disciple of Senior Brother Zi Jian!

Since Qiao Zhenyu is a follower of Senior Brother Zi Jian, he can be considered half a Kunlun Disciple, and by seniority he should address him as senior uncle.

No wonder this kid has cultivated to the Heavenly Human Realm; it turns out he has Kunlun's heritage supporting him.

The impatience in Jiang Feng's heart dissipated by more than half.

He had originally planned to give Qiao Zhenyu a lesson, to let him know the consequences of casually probing a Martial Saint with one's aura.

But out of respect for Senior Brother Zi Jian, he decided not to quarrel with this junior.

He said nothing and did not employ any force to counter Qiao Zhenyu's probing.

He stood there, hands in his pockets, posture still casual, like an ordinary person without cultivation facing a wind unrelated to him.

Qiao Zhenyu's aura swept over him repeatedly, from skin to Meridians, from Meridians to the dantian, again and again, each time more meticulously. Yet each sweep yielded nothing but blank.

It was as if the person standing before him were truly just an ordinary human, with no trace of true Qi fluctuation within.

Qiao Zhenyu's brows furrowed.

He withdrew his aura, stood there, and remained silent for a while.

His gaze still rested on Jiang Feng, assessing him from head to toe, as if pondering an extremely puzzling question. After a moment, he spoke, his voice tinged with an inexplicable confusion.

"Sss… how strange…"

"I cannot detect any of his cultivation, yet this youth does not seem like an ordinary person. The feeling he gives off… indescribable, always makes one sense that something is off."

With those words, Lin Zhenhai's lingering anxiety rose once more.

His eyes widened enormously, the smile on his face froze, and throughout his being it seemed as if something had gotten stuck.

He glanced at Qiao Zhenyu, then at Jiang Feng, and the panic that had just been suppressed in his heart began to surface again.

Could it really be that Lin Yanqian, that girl, had taken it up?

But the next moment, Qiao Zhenyu's following words made him completely relax.

Qiao Zhenyu Standing straightened his body, his facial expression becoming firm again. He looked at Jiang Feng, and with a confirming, indisputable Tone said.

"But I have Certainty, he is definitely not a Martial Ancestor Strongman."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing that, Jiang Feng only felt both angry and amused.

Nevertheless, he still patiently asked.

"Why do you say that?"

Qiao Zhenyu gave a cold smile and said lightly.

"You indeed disguised yourself well, likely having cultivated some health‑strengthening methods, but you missed the most important point…"

He paused briefly, his face serious, and spoke.

"No Lord Martial Saint can tolerate being questioned! If you are a Martial Saint, the moment my aura touches you, you will give me a harsh lesson!"

With those words, Lin Zhenhai's eyes instantly lit up.

He abruptly turned his head, looked at Lin Zhenshan, and the smile on his face blossomed again, more flamboyant and more smug than before.

His voice rose eight octaves, as if proclaiming victory.

"Hahaha! Did you hear that? Lin Zhenshan! Even General Qiao said he is definitely not a Martial Saint! What else do you have to say!"