Chapter 68: The Master's Martial Dao is What is Powerful

Liu Yao felt like an idiot.

Was everything just a coincidence?

Or were they working together to set a trap and deceive him?

Liu Yao thought of his grandmother, who had been deceived by a trap set by the Silver Church and believed it implicitly.

But... Liu Yao suddenly remembered that Zhang Shaoqin was his savior.

Having saved his life, how could he set a trap to deceive him?

Could it be... that what Zhang Shaoqin said was true?

His head felt dizzy and tangled like silk.

At this moment, the Three Extremes Sect Master, who was also the head of the Sanji Martial Arts Hall, spoke: "You must be a descendant of the ancients, having discovered materials left behind by an ancestor and wishing to find that sword?"

The Three Extremes Sect Master voiced his guess.

Beside him, Liu Yao's eyes lit up.

That's right, it must be that.

Perhaps Zhang Shaoqin had seen too many things left by his ancestors, became obsessed with them, and his brain had gone wrong.

Zhang Shaoqin had once seen a news report about a child obsessed with a shooting game.

In the game, the character being controlled could jump down from a window.

As a result, the child saw a window and directly imitated the game, jumping over it and dying on the spot.

Liu Yao suspected that Zhang Shaoqin was in the same situation.

He felt a bit of pity for Zhang Shaoqin's brain.

It was understandable for a child to have poor judgment.

But you are an adult!

Beside them, Zhang Shaoqin naturally did not know Liu Yao's thoughts, and even if he did, he would not offer much explanation.

Regarding the Three Extremes Sect Master's words, he did not refute them either, but instead said: "May I borrow the letter to take a look?"

"The letter... was lost," the Three Extremes Sect Master sighed.

Zhang Shaoqin was stunned.

He understood in an instant that after nearly two thousand years, it was already a stroke of luck to have found the Sanji Sect.

"However, the content of that letter is recorded in our Ancestral Disc," the Three Extremes Sect Master said.

A look of joy appeared on Zhang Shaoqin's face.

If he could find the Master's sword, that would be fine.

"What is an Ancestral Disc?" Liu Yao asked, dazed.

"The imperial family has Jade Discs, and our Sanji Sect naturally has an Ancestral Disc," the Three Extremes Sect Master did not explain further, but instead suggested, "Fellow practitioner, may we accompany you?"

He was extremely curious about the founder who created the Three Extremes Spirit Fist.

Especially recently, the Three Extremes Spirit Fist had become special, seemingly capable of exerting a little bit of effect.

He was somewhat puzzled and even more curious about the founder, Mo Fengxue.

"Fine," Zhang Shaoqin pondered, not refusing.

Beside them, Liu Yao opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but ultimately said nothing.

He felt this matter was somewhat absurd.

However, he had specifically searched for this Sanji Martial Arts Hall before coming; it was a large martial arts hall with a great reputation in the traditional martial arts circle.

This Three Extremes Sect Master, logically speaking, even if not a billionaire, should have at least tens of millions, yet he was just going to run off with Zhang Shaoqin?

The group followed the Three Extremes Sect Master into a room, and the Three Extremes Sect Master turned on a computer.

"Times are changing; recording things on books and paper makes them easy to lose, so we have switched to electronic records.

Our Ancestral Disc has been passed down for thousands of years, and two-thirds of it has been lost, but fortunately, the records regarding the founder Mo Fengxue remain."

The Three Extremes Sect Master began searching for keywords and then browsing.

His gaze paused for a moment.

"This is it," he said, pointing to the text above.

Zhang Shaoqin immediately looked over.

"It has been twenty years since I parted with you, time flows on without a sigh.

The tabby cat you picked up has died of old age, and I buried it under the tree you planted.

The Tingzhou crispy lotus root you sent was very good; if you had added a little more seasoning, the taste might have been even better, but unfortunately, there is no chance now."

The text was very Ordinary, recounting some daily life.

By Lin Ping's side, there was no Mo Fengxue, but her traces were everywhere.

"It seems the founder was very fond of your ancestor at the time," Xiaorou said; she had a sturdy build, but was a girl after all, with a delicate mind.

"Not my ancestor, it is my Master," Zhang Shaoqin was clearly not that delicate, still dwelling on Xiaorou's incorrect choice of words.

Zhang Shaoqin focused his attention on the whereabouts of Lin Ping's sword.

He murmured, a sharp look appearing on his face: "In Dan Jian Mountain, at the bottom of Qingxin Hubo, with the blood of the extreme spirit as a guide, the Dao Sword shall appear."

"Dan Jian Mountain? I have never heard of this mountain," Liu Yao said.

"I know where it is by comparing the current map with the map from the Great Huang period!" Zhang Shaoqin said.

The Dan Sword Sect was the Master's old home.

Zhang Shaoqin naturally knew.

The Dan Sword Sect was located within Dan Jian Mountain.

One day later.

The Sanji Sect Master, Xiaorou, Zhang Shaoqin, and Liu Yao headed toward Dan Jian Mountain.

Along the way, Xiaorou did not stop talking.

"Is the Three Extremes Spirit Fist really that strong?"

"Yes, when Senior Mo Fengxue performs it, she can snap wood with a single punch.

For example, this tree in front of us, thick enough for two people to wrap their arms around, could be snapped with one punch.

It is a pity..."

Zhang Shaoqin recalled seeing Mo Fengxue again; her anomaly had been eliminated, and she was like an ordinary woman, the composure and confidence on her face gone, leaving behind only tranquility and gentleness.

"When Master performs the Three Extremes Spirit Fist, it is even more terrifying; a single punch is enough to boil a pond of spring rain."

"You're getting more and more ridiculous." Liu Yao shrugged, "It's not like I haven't heard of the traditional martial arts circle.

If I remember correctly, there was a news story a few years ago where a master in the traditional martial arts circle was kidnapped by three kidnappers, and only after five million was produced by his family was he ransomed back.

What you just described isn't a martial artist; it's a superhero.

Even the martial artists in the movie *Hero* are already extremely exaggerated, and they can't reach that level."

Xiaorou showed a thoughtful expression, and in the end, she agreed with Liu Yao's words.

After all, she was from the traditional martial arts circle herself, and belonged to the very top tier at that.

The traditional martial arts circle had always been touted as god-like in the past.

But in reality, if you seriously get in touch with it, you will find it is just so-so.

It is strong, but extremely limited.

"You have no idea how strong Master is." Zhang Shaoqin's eyes were filled with awe.

His life was given to him by Master.

He had always revered Master as a father and as a teacher.

"If your master Lin Ping is so powerful, why doesn't he become the Emperor himself?" Liu Yao laughed.

In his opinion, once one becomes powerful, one should become the Emperor.

"What is being an Emperor compared to pursuing the peak of Martial Arts?" Zhang Shaoqin's eyes were full of determination.

Shattering the Void is the pursuit of every martial artist.

Zhang Shaoqin also hoped that one day, he would be able to Shatter the Void and see Master again.

"Master of the Hall, do you think it is better to be an Emperor, or to pursue the peak of Martial Arts?" Liu Yao asked the Sanji Sect Master.

The Sanji Sect Master's expression was solemn: "My pursuit in this life is for Martial Arts to reach Great Success, so I choose... to be the Emperor."

"I also want to be the Emperor," Xiaorou laughed, "No matter how strong Martial Arts are, they aren't faster than a Spear."

Zhang Shaoqin looked at them and sighed in his heart.

He knew that the Martial Arts of this world were not strong.

What was strong had always been Master's Martial Arts.

(End of this chapter)