Chapter 375 - 175: Until One Becomes a Saint, One Is But an Ant! Witness Me Bow in Devotion and Chant the Dragon Elephant’s True Name!

Chapter 375: Chapter 175: Until One Becomes a Saint, One Is But an Ant! Witness Me Bow in Devotion and Chant the Dragon Elephant’s True Name!

Wang Xuanyang!

Hearing those two words... ⅇℯ𝚕.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The man from sixty years ago, known as the "Vast Sea Celestial Saber," the unbeatable legend of Jiangyin...

Was this scruffy, disheveled old coot before them!?

Ji Xiu was still reeling from the discovery that this Fifth Realm Great Martial Artist—a man whose power was comparable to the Peak of the Leakless Realm—was actually his gentle and refined Senior Martial Uncle, Chen He. It was then that he heard their pronouncement.

He whipped his head around, his eyes widening in disbelief as he stared at the scruffy old man by his side. The man had become the focus of everyone’s attention, yet he just scratched his head, looking completely baffled.

’This old man...’

’Is he my Ancestral Master!?’

Ji Xiu’s throat bobbed, but he couldn’t find the words to speak.

If the situation weren’t so tense...

he really wanted to ask:

’Is this the "Banished Immortal" that Granny Shi, who just achieved the Dragon and Tiger realm, spoke of with such utmost reverence!?’

’Weren’t they saying this Ancestral Master was ageless, forever sixteen, his appearance non-increasing and non-decreasing?’

’How did he end up looking so unkempt now!?’

Ji Xiu was utterly shocked, wondering what could have possibly gone wrong.

As for the Celestial Blade School.

With the exception of Qiao Qi, the Direct Lineage disciple from the Tea House who had betrayed his master’s sect and switched his allegiance,

Qin Zhuo, Yuu Zhai, and Chen He’s first and third disciples were all flush with excitement as they finally laid eyes on the Ancestral Master who, until now, had only existed in legends and songs.

Legend had it that when the Three Yang Sect fell, as the Six Great Mountains and twenty-three Sect Leaders gathered—their various schools all coveting the Three Yang Relics—this Ancestral Master stood alone!

Wielding a long saber like a Celestial Human, he had split the East Canghai with a single strike, laying the foundation for the Celestial Blade School’s half-a-jiazi of dominion on Golden Turtle Island!

Legend had it that on the eve of a Realm Gate appearing in the East Canghai, when the Chaotic Heaven Bandits were about to swallow the eight-thousand-mile territory whole and sever it from the Great Xuan’s map,

he had charged into the Chaotic Heaven Thieves’ Nest alone. He slew their leader, the Red-Beard Celestial King, a man who was approaching the level of a Pseudo-Martial Saint. He ensured that the Realm Gate never even cracked open, and the Outer Dao Mirage it formed vanished in a flash, as ephemeral as a night-blooming flower!

There were countless other stories of his deeds, both great and small.

It could be said that during his era of dominance half a jiazi ago, he had suppressed the overseas Schools with one hand and the Thirty-Six Professions with the other!

The "Six Great Mountains" that reigned supreme today, the indescribably powerful "Jiangyin Nine Lords," all the magnates who had carved up the vast Prefecture City and its surroundings...

...during that era, none of them could even hold their heads high in his presence!

If you provoked the Celestial Blade Sect, you had no other choice but to bring lavish gifts and personally visit to offer a sincere apology.

Back then, this generation of disciples, even the eldest among them, Qin Zhuo, had not yet been accepted by Chen He. It was no exaggeration to say they all grew up hearing this man’s legends!

Therefore, at this moment when their School was on the verge of collapse, for this Grandmaster—long rumored to have perished in the Corpse Release Tomb—to suddenly return to Golden Turtle Island...

how could these younger disciples not be overcome with emotion?

As for Qiao Qi, his face was already deathly pale, and his body was trembling.

Having been a True Inheritance disciple who trained in the Celestial Blade Style for many years, he was certainly no stranger to the name "Wang Xuanyang."

Qiao Qi came from a Grand Lineage. He had heard since childhood about the many incidents where those who held seats among the Jiangyin Nine Lords had run afoul of the Celestial Blade School.

For instance, from the Upper Nine Professions: Medicine Shop Master Huang Ai, Jade Master Cai Shoujing, and Wine Master Zhao Ding!

These three men were all in their prime back then, with business empires so vast that the Tea House couldn’t even compare.

But even so, when Huang Ai’s direct son, Cai Shoujing’s illegitimate son Master Cai Si, and a son from a concubine’s branch of the Wine Master’s family... ℯℓ.

...when all these arrogant, high-spirited young masters from the previous generation fell into the hands of that "Junior Martial Uncle Duan" during the Ancestral Master’s prime, what was the result?

Without exception, all three Great Lineage Masters scrambled over each other to be the first to swallow their pride, visit the sect, and admit their wrongdoings. Even as their houses were disgraced, they had to grit their teeth and swallow the bitter pill!

With any other power—forget a Grand Lineage, even one of the "Six Great Mountains," a School overseen by a Dragon and Tiger Expert—if a True Inheritance disciple caused such a huge mess...

...they would have been dragged out by their Sect’s Ancestor personally for a harsh punishment!

This also indirectly demonstrated just how immense the prestige of this "Former Ancestral Master" truly was!

’And now, at this critical juncture, of all the rotten luck, I listened to my family and sided with the Leakless Chief Seat of the Purple Mist School. If he decides to settle accounts later...’

At this thought, Qiao Qi’s body went limp, and he was filled with endless regret.

As for Weii Changkong...

This renowned old Sect Leader, known as the "number one in Qi Dao" of his generation, had already taken several silent steps back. The wariness in his eyes was incredibly heavy.

The Purple Mist Disciples who had landed on Golden Turtle Island were also stunned by this turn of events.

Wu Hong, who had been sent flying by Chen He’s saber and was now bleeding from the mouth, struggled to his feet. He moved close to Weii Changkong’s side, his voice strained. Gone was his earlier "everything is under control" demeanor. Instead, he whispered hesitantly,

"Sect Leader... what should we do...?"

Hearing this, the youthful-faced Weii Changkong’s eye twitched. He fought back the urge to swing his sleeve and send the Leakless Chief Seat he had personally trained flying with a single slap.

’If I didn’t have to worry about my dignity as Sect Leader, I would have started cursing you out long ago,’ he thought.

’If it weren’t for you useless disappointments, I wouldn’t have been roped into this and put on the spot, stuck between a rock and a hard place!’

Wang Xuanyang...

Just thinking the name, Weii Changkong couldn’t help but recall the time half a jiazi ago, when the Three Yang Sect fell. He had been high-spirited and daring back then, with one foot already outside the Purple Mist School, ready to test his skills against the Sect Leaders of the entire prefecture.