Chapter 97

Within the Ming Sect, the Sect Leader is supreme.

Below the Sect Leader are the Bright Envoys and the Dharma Kings, and below them are the Wandering Practitioners and the Five-Element Flag Leaders.

Back when the Great Ming Sect was at its peak.

Sect Leader Yang Dingtian sat at the center of power.

Under his command were the Left and Right Bright Envoys, the four Dharma Kings, the five Wandering Practitioners, and the Five-Element Flag Leaders.

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

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

The Sun Moon Divine Sect suppressing three provinces is strong enough, right?

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

Even though it has now fallen apart.

The Eagle Sect, 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 Sect of that time gathered sixteen Dharma King-level experts and thirty-two Wandering Practitioner-level experts.

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

Just thinking about it makes one's scalp tingle.

What is even more terrifying is.

Such a massive force was finally 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 appeared in Dongfang Bubai's eyes, and she suddenly thought of a certain possibility.

Even with her state of mind, she could not help but tremble, unable to believe it.

The second private room in the South District.

Bai Qinger widened her eyes and locked gazes with Wanwan.

Both of them saw the surprise 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 was trembling, shaking his head continuously, muttering: "Impossible, absolutely impossible."

On the White Jade Platform.

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 gazes of the crowd of Jianghu heroes, he said calmly:

"You all guessed correctly."

"That imperial official who suppressed the Great Song Ming Sect with his own strength is the very founder of the 'Nine Yin Manual'."

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

"When he was sixty-seven years old, he was ordered by the Song Emperor to engrave all the Daoist scriptures of the world, totaling five thousand four hundred and eighty-one volumes, collectively called the 'Longevity Dao Treasury'."

"Huang Shang was a cautious person, proofreading word by word with extreme care."

"Four long years passed, and Huang Shang had read all the Daoist scriptures in the world, mastered the profound 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 current first volume of the 'Nine Yin Manual'."

"It was in that year that the 'Longevity Dao Treasury' was completed."

"Huang Shang took one step across the Heavenly Gate, the Yin-Yang Heaven and Earth 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 old scholar reading his way to becoming 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 Master Realm.

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

Hundreds of millions of martial artists yearn for it, practicing diligently day and night, yet never manage to enter its gate.

Most people are even stuck at the Pre-natal Realm or Master Realm, unable to advance an inch.

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

How can they accept this?

How can they be balanced?

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

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

He really didn't know how to start.

After all, in this public setting, cursing directly would be undignified.

Although in his heart, he really wanted to throw a few dirty words at Su Chen.

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

Even if making up a story, this is too outrageous, right?

Does he have to admit that he, the dignified Southern Gusu Murong, one of the two prides of the Great Song, is inferior to an old man?

Gusu Gusu Murong Fu cared about his face.

Some unruly Jianghu martial artists in the hall didn't care about this and started cursing one after another:

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

"It's a waste that I traveled thousands of miles from the Great Song to come here; I really asked for this."

"Damn it! My money can't be taken for nothing. If there's no explanation today, I won't let this go!"

"Everyone, don't be fooled by this Su Chen; he's just a Jianghu swindler!"

"Swindler, return the money! I'm not listening anymore!"

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

"You don't really believe this Su Chen's ghost stories, do you? Reading your way to a Martial Emperor? Pfft!"

Boom!

Just as everyone was cursing more and more unscrupulously, a terrifying momentum suddenly erupted from the third-floor private room.

"Are you all looking for death?"

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

Those swept by her gaze immediately felt their hair stand on end and were covered in cold sweat.

Terrifying!

Too terrifying!

This pressure had simply reached the realm of ghosts and gods.

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

Some well-informed Jianghu heroes recognized Yao Yue and gasped.

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

The body of an immortal and demon, with peerless divine skills.

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

Why is this female god of slaughter here?

Those Jianghu heroes who were barking just now were all silent as cicadas, fearing to anger this god of slaughter.