Chapter 558

"Boom boom boom…"

The sounds of clashes reverberated through the sky as powerful forces collided, threatening to rip the heavens apart.

This sudden battle left Bu Ruochun and the others completely bewildered.

What’s going on?

Weren’t they just here to talk?

How did it suddenly turn into a fight?

However, they weren’t weaklings; with the help of technology, they could just about keep up with the battle unfolding above.

"Third Master, I can’t help but notice… Zhao’s disciple doesn’t seem to be a match for that powerful being," Bu Ruochun observed after a moment, speaking in a low voice.

"You don’t need to tell me; I can see that," the Middle-aged man replied gravely. "As a member of the Martial Arts Research Institute, I’d like to think I know a thing or two about martial arts."

"But from that powerful being, I only see traces of Mental Martial Arts."

"And their use of martial arts techniques isn’t particularly advanced."

"So, it’s very likely that this opponent is a destined Demigod!"

As he spoke, the Middle-aged man turned to Bu Ruochun and said coldly, "While we have the chance, you need to act immediately!"

"Wipe out all traces of your dealings!"

"If this senior decides to investigate you, I’m telling you, even the full might of the family won’t be enough to save you!"

"I told you before—you’re too young to be meddling in these things!"

"But you wouldn’t listen!"

"And your father, what an idiot!"

"He insisted on training you independently, and now look where that’s gotten us!"

Bu Ruochun stayed silent, looking like a child who’d been caught doing something wrong.

Now that trouble had arisen, he had no choice but to call in the family elders to clean up the mess. Wasn’t that just burying his head in the sand?

"Old Bu, I think there’s more to it," one of the men who had accompanied them suddenly spoke up. "Didn’t you notice? That powerful being seems to be guiding Zhao’s disciple!"

"And I can’t shake the feeling that this senior looks familiar."

"Is it just me?"

"Surely not."

"It feels like I’ve seen this person somewhere before."

The Middle-aged man paused, then studied the scene more carefully. He glanced at Bu Ruochun, his eyes glinting with a cold light.

Meanwhile, in the sky above, the battle raged on.

Under the repeated training of the Battle Master and the combat guidance of Rui, the Master Lady, Su Wen’s combat strength, while not overwhelmingly powerful, was more than sufficient to easily overpower a Demigod with the Fighting God’s power.

Visceral Martial Arts, unlike other cultivation systems that have evolved over millions or billions of years with numerous experimental revisions, inherently contains some flaws.

It’s quite possible that in the next sub-timelines, Visceral Martial Arts might be completely overhauled.

After all, the foundational energy martial arts, secret medicine systems, and Mental Martial Arts were all once the darlings of their eras, the blossoming flowers of martial arts.

Yet now, they are gradually being phased out.

It is through continuous innovation and elimination that a truly unique cultivation system for the Ninth Age can be forged.

Thus, Su Wen eagerly anticipates all the transformations in martial arts.

"Are you insulting me?"

The crimson figure bellowed in anger, as every time he unleashed his secret technique, Su Wen swiftly suppressed him.

The stronger his outburst, the more intense the feeling of being suppressed became.

"Insulting you?"

Su Wen raised an eyebrow, wondering if this kid had never faced the harsh realities of life.

He was already a Demigod, yet he spoke such naive words?

His gaze sharpened, and his killing intent surged forth.

The overwhelming, abyss-like presence instantly disrupted the power of rules meant to suppress his opponent.

"Is it a flaw in Visceral Martial Arts, or is it just you?"

Su Wen observed the opponent, who showed signs of faltering under the weight of his killing intent, and felt a pang of disappointment.

But since the fight had begun, he couldn’t just stop halfway.

Others might care about Zhao Tianhan’s reputation, but Su Wen had no such concerns.

Only the strange behavior of the Star Spirit gave him pause.

Otherwise, Zhao Tianhan himself would be standing before him!

Tianhan, at least, had some sense of decorum.

"Zhi’er, stop!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out nearby.

In the next moment, a dignified man clad in golden robes appeared at the center of the battlefield, spreading his arms to forcibly halt the battle.

Seeing this, Su Wen couldn’t help but laugh.

He no longer held back. With the power of the Fighting God, amplified by numerous Blessings, he unleashed a devastating strike that sent the dignified man flying millions of miles away.

Then, with a flick of his right hand, the blood-colored spear vanished.

"Zhi’er, enough!"

Just as the crimson figure prepared to strike again, the dignified man reappeared instantly.

"Master!"

"On what grounds?"

The dignified man was momentarily stunned by the words, then straightened up and looked towards Su Wen.

He bowed deeply!

He paid his respects!

"Teacher, you’ve returned!"

These words struck like a thunderbolt!

Zhao Tianhan, the teacher of the Zhao ancestor, who is he?

It was obvious!

But hadn’t that figure fallen a few years ago?

For the past few years, the entire human alliance had been in mourning, weeping and wailing.

People constantly missed the presence of the Great God of Wealth, and they couldn’t fathom why such a benevolent Great God had fallen.

Wasn’t it said that divine fate bearers and true gods had an endless Lifespan?

"Teacher, please forgive me. Zhi’er is not only my disciple but also my daughter."

After standing up, Zhao Tianhan quietly transmitted his voice, "But due to special circumstances, I cannot acknowledge her identity."

Su Wen raised an eyebrow. From Zhao Tianhan’s few words, he seemed to foresee a melodramatic plot that could fill hundreds of TV episodes.

But such matters could wait until after the formalities were handled.

"When you came, you didn’t alert anyone, did you?"

Su Wen’s eyes moved as he inquired through transmission.

"The news I received was that Zhi’er had encountered issues in her battle, and it only involved a Demigod, so I condensed an avatar to come and handle it."

Zhao Tianhan replied, "However, I’m not sure if I startled anyone else."

"Teacher, you know that your comrades, except for the Great God Fighting, are not so easily fooled."

Su Wen: "…"

It had been five hundred years, and it seemed the straightforward nature of the Fighting God hadn’t changed one bit!

"I greet you, Ancestor!"

Zhi’er bowed respectfully and said apologetically, "I… I truly didn’t know, I didn’t know it was the Ancestor in person, Ancestor… um, Ancestor…"

Zhi’er stumbled over her words, too nervous to speak properly.

"It’s alright. I just wanted to see your achievements in martial arts, so I felt a little itch to test you."

Su Wen said with a gentle smile, understanding the younger one’s nervousness.

After all, this Time and Space had experienced five hundred years of upheaval.

His influence had continuously provided a Protective Boost for nearly five hundred years.

It was completely normal to feel tense meeting him after such a long time.

Although he was only in his twenties now, um… a few hundred years younger than his ancestor at twenty-something.

It sounded a bit odd.

"Tianhan, there’s no rush to reminisce; there will be plenty of time later. First, you need to answer some questions for me."

While comforting Zhi’er, Su Wen transmitted, "Did the Star God and the Starry Array encounter problems?"

"And how did I die?"

"Why does it feel like order in Huaxia and the human alliance is so chaotic?"

"What on earth has happened over the years?"

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