Chapter 50

Within the Ming Cult, the Cult Leader is supreme.

Below the Cult Leader are the Bright Envoys and the Dharma Kings, and below them are the Wandering Knights and the Banner Leaders.

Back in the days when the Great Ming Cult was at its peak.

Cult Leader Yang Yang Dingtian sat at the center of power.

Under his command were the Left and Right Bright Envoys, four Dharma Kings, five Wandering Knights, and the Five Elements Banner Leaders.

These people alone already possessed the power to dominate the Jianghu.

Forcing righteous sects like Shaolin and Mount Wudang to join forces to deal with them.

The Sun Moon Divine Cult suppresses three provinces—that’s strong enough, right?

But in front of the Ming Cult at its peak, they could only be called little brothers.

Even though it has now fallen apart.

The Eagle Cult, established by the White-Browed Eagle King, still holds great prestige in the Great Ming Jianghu.

This shows just how powerful the deterrence of a Dharma King-level expert is.

And the Great Song Ming Cult of that time gathered sixteen Dharma King-level experts and thirty-two Wandering Knight-level experts.

Plus the Cult Leader Fang La, whose cultivation was unfathomable.

Just thinking about it makes one’s scalp tingle.

What is even more terrifying is this.

Such a massive force was eventually crushed by a single imperial court expert, suffering heavy losses and slowly perishing.

Isn't this imperial court expert an even more terrifying existence?

The ninth private room in the East District.

A flash of brilliance crossed Dongfang Dongfang Bubai's eyes as she suddenly thought of a possibility.

Even with her state of mind, she could not help but feel her spirit tremble in disbelief.

The second private room in the South District.

Bai Bai Qinger widened her eyes, locking gazes with Seeing Wanwan.

Both saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

Clearly, they had thought of the same possibility and were shocked by it.

The fifth private room in the West District.

Yi Ku's body trembled, and he shook his head repeatedly, muttering, "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

On the white jade stage.

Su Chen took in everyone's expressions at a glance.

He did not rush to speak, but picked up his teacup and took a sip.

Finally, under the murderous glares of the crowd of Jianghu heroes, he said calmly:

"You all guessed correctly."

"That imperial official who suppressed the Great Song Ming Cult single-handedly is the founder of the Nine Yin Manual."

"His name was Huang Shang, a mere scholar who passed the imperial examinations as the top scholar, entered the court as an official, and was promoted repeatedly."

"When he was sixty-seven, he was ordered by the Song Emperor to engrave all the Daoist scriptures in the world, totaling 5,481 volumes, collectively known as the Longevity Daoist Canon."

"Huang Shang was a cautious man, reading and proofreading word by word with extreme care."

"Four long years passed; Huang Shang had read all the Daoist scriptures in the world, mastered the principles of Daoism, and realized the essence of martial arts from them."

"He compiled these martial arts essences into a book, calling it the 'Nine Yin Manual', which is the first volume of the Nine Yin Manual today."

"That was the year the Longevity Daoist Canon was completed."

"Huang Shang stepped through the Heavenly Gate, the Yin-Yang Heavenly Bridge connected, and he ascended to the Martial Emperor realm in one go."

"At that time, Huang Shang was seventy-one years old."

Su Chen recounted Huang Shang's legendary life with passion, just like a storyteller.

The entire venue was silent.

Everyone was stunned.

A sixty-seven-year-old imperial civil official read Daoist scriptures for four years and then ascended to the Martial Emperor realm in one go?

An elderly scholar reading books to become a Martial Emperor?

Everyone's first reaction was: Absurd!

How is this possible?

That is the Martial Emperor realm, a realm even higher than the Grandmaster realm.

In today's Jianghu, where Martial Saints and Martial Emperors have become legends, the Martial Emperor is the ceiling for martial artists!

It is the goal of hundreds of millions of martial artists, who practice diligently day and night, yet never enter its gates.

Most people are even stuck at the Innate or Grandmaster realm, unable to advance an inch.

And Huang Shang, an old man with no cultivation, broke through to the Martial Emperor realm they dreamed of just by reading some books.

How could they accept this?

How could they find balance?

In front of the ninth private room in the North District.

Gusu Murong Fu's expression changed repeatedly, and finally, he said awkwardly, "Mr. Su, you aren't joking, are you?"

He really didn't know how to start.

After all, in front of this crowd, starting to curse would be undignified.

Although he really wanted to throw a few swear words at Su Chen.

A sixty-seven-year-old man reading Daoist books for four years and becoming a Martial Emperor.

Even if you're making up a story, isn't this too outrageous?

Does he want him to admit that he, the dignified Southern Gusu Murong, one of the two great talents of the Great Song, is inferior to an old man?

Gusu Murong Fu cared about his reputation.

Some unruly Jianghu martial artists in the hall didn't care about that and started cursing:

"What kind of bullshit commentary is this! I thought this storyteller Su Chen was so great, and this is it?"

"I traveled thousands of miles from the Great Song for this; it was a waste of time."

"Damn it! My silver wasn't brought out for nothing. If you don't give an explanation today, I won't let this go!"

"Don't be fooled by this Su Chen, everyone; he's just a con artist!"

"Con artist, return the silver! I'm not listening anymore!"

"What kind of Jianghu miscellany is this? It's clearly nonsense!"

"You guys don't actually believe this Su Chen's ghost stories, do you? Reading books to become a Martial Emperor? Bah!"

Boom!

Just as the crowd became increasingly unscrupulous with their insults, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the third-floor private room.

"Are you all looking for death?"

In the sixth private room of the East District, Yao Yao Yue, dressed in white like snow, stepped out, her gaze sweeping coldly downward.

Those swept by her gaze immediately felt their hair stand on end and broke out in a cold sweat.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

This pressure had reached the realm of ghosts and gods.

"It's Yao, Yao Yao Yue, the Fairy Demon Yao Yao Yue of the Flower Palace!"

A knowledgeable Jianghu hero recognized Yao Yao Yue and shouted out in shock.

Suddenly, the entire hall was filled with the sound of gasping.

A Fairy Demon body, with peerless divine skills.

Who doesn't know the famous Flower Palace Master Yao Yao Yue?

Why is this female god of slaughter here?

The Jianghu heroes who were barking wildly just a moment ago were now all silent, terrified of angering this god of slaughter.