Chapter 376 - 175: A Day Without Sainthood, Forever an Ant! Witness My Pious Bow, Chanting the Dragon Elephant’s True Name

Chapter 376: Chapter 175: A Day Without Sainthood, Forever an Ant! Witness My Pious Bow, Chanting the Dragon Elephant’s True Name

But as it turned out...

He ran into Wang Xuanyang, who had just arrived in Jiangyin and was preparing to found his own Sect. A single slash from Wang Xuanyang’s blade had damaged Weii Changkong’s True Skill and nearly shattered his foundation. It took him several years of recuperation to eliminate the latent injuries!

Because of this traumatic experience, Weii Changkong had never dared to step foot outside his School’s grounds again, and the shadow of that event haunted him to this day.

To become a Titled Martial Saint, the most basic requirement was to open the Four Great Limits.

Throughout his journey, he, Weii Changkong, had achieved Perfection in the Three Limits of the Power Barrier and had mastered Circulation Breathing in his Qi Dao.

Although he had not grasped the essentials of the Leakless or Dragon and Tiger Body Great Limits, he had barely scraped together the qualifications for a Title!

Across the entire prefecture, those who could achieve such a feat were few and far between, even looking back sixty years or forward sixty years.

But this demon fiend was not only much, much younger than him, he had also achieved a Treasure Condensation Body, broken through the Six Limits, and claimed the ninth spot on the Juvenile Dragon Stele before he was even thirty!

One was a figure who had once been ranked among the top ten youths in the Great Xuan.

The other was the leader of a top School in a single prefecture, someone who had never managed to make a name for himself in the Vassal Town of Cangdu his entire life. In his youth, he hadn’t even qualified for an invitation to the Fenghua Tower’s nominations.

The difference in their status was clear at a glance.

So, after that incident, once he learned Wang Xuanyang’s name and true strength, Weii Changkong found he didn’t even have the courage to make a move now that he was face to face with this figure again.

Just as his mind was racing, trying to figure out what he could "offer up" to this old man as an apology,

Jiang Yue, the True Inheritance disciple of the Dragon Elephant True Sect who had accompanied him to Golden Turtle Island to intimidate the Celestial Blade Style, had been standing silently by his side.

But now, as the situation turned,

this young prodigy from a True Sect who had broken the Four Limits—the only outsider who had never been to Jiangyin Prefecture and had heard little of Wang Xuanyang’s legend...

suddenly looked at Wang Xuanyang, his gaze sweeping over the old man, filled with doubt.

"Something’s not right!"

"Gate Captain..."

"Did you... mistake him for someone else?"

"The Corpse Release Tomb is a place of certain death that only Grandmasters in their twilight years or at their peak enter to seek the ultimate Martial Dao. Only one person emerges from it per generation—this is an ironclad rule!"

"Of the Grandmasters from the previous generation who sought the mysteries of the Human Immortal, who, in their quest to become a Martial Saint, unhesitatingly entered that lethal place rumored to be where a Human Immortal underwent Corpse Release, where Immortals achieved Feathered Transformation, and where a Buddha entered Nirvana... someone has already emerged!"

"It is none other than one of the current Ten Directions Celestial Pillars, the designated next Sect Leader of Jiangnan Sword Mountain!"

"But when I look at this old man, he’s muddle-headed, his Qi Mechanism is in disarray, he’s feeble and unsubstantial, and his body, Divine Soul, and Qi Sea are all in a state of Ignorance. His Essence, Qi, and Spirit are gone. How could he possibly be someone who has opened the Six Great Limits?"

"Absurd!"

Jiang Yue exclaimed.

His words finally managed to dispel some of the fear clouding Weii Changkong’s mind, pulling him back to reality.

Meanwhile,

the old man Wang Xuanyang, now the center of everyone’s attention, seemed a little uncomfortable. He scratched his bird’s nest of a hair and quietly nudged Ji Xiu beside him.

"Kid, what’d you bring me here for? I feel a bit awkward..."

"Why don’t we go back to that building and keep eating? I’m not full yet..."

Even with so many people staring, the senile old man smacked his lips, still thinking about the delicacies from before. Aside from being a little uncomfortable, he showed no signs of stage fright; his heart was certainly carefree.

But Ji Xiu’s expression stiffened slightly.

He had originally just thought that since this old man was connected to the Great Five Decline Celestial Saber, he must have some relation to Chen Danding and Wang Xuanyang.

That was why he had brought him to find his Senior Martial Uncle, Chen Hex, to ask about the situation.

But what Ji Xiu had never anticipated in all his calculations was...

...that this old man was the man himself!

Before coming here, he had already checked.

Just as that young Grandmaster of unknown origin accompanying Weii Changkong had said,

this enigmatic old man’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit were in chaos, a state of complete Ignorance, with absolutely no trace of cultivation!

’If this really is my Ancestral Master, Wang Xuanyang, and some great calamity turned him into this... then by bringing him here, I’ve basically led him straight into the line of fire. I’ve committed a grave sin.’

Ji Xiu’s heart skipped a beat.

Meanwhile, Weii Changkong, the Sect Leader of the Purple Mist Sect who had calmed himself and retreated a few steps, scrutinized the old man several times over.

Suddenly—

He thrust out a large hand wreathed in purple Qi, striking toward Wang Xuanyang with the speed of lightning!

"You dare!"

Chen Hex’s eyes narrowed. He was already prepared. A blade slashed through the air like an arrow loosed from a taut horn bow, shattering the attack just before it hit and shielding Ji Xiu and Wang Xuanyang.

Seeing the Purple Palm dissipate into nothing, its True Qi vanishing without a trace, while Wang Xuanyang remained completely unmoved...

Weii Changkong’s heart, which had been pounding in his chest, finally calmed. The result of his probe... allowed him to let out a huge sigh of relief!

The corners of his mouth turned up, his muscles relaxed, and a smile spread across his face.

"So that’s how it is."

"I don’t know if this is just some wretched old man you had this kid bring here to impersonate Wang Xuanyang, or if he’s the real Wang Xuanyang returned from the Corpse Release Tomb."

"But what is undeniable is that he is now crippled!"

"Trying to scare me with an old fossil whose three lamps of Essence, Qi, and Spirit have all but gone out..."

BOOM!

Weii Changkong’s expression turned serious. He stomped his foot, shattering the stone tiles beneath him!

Then...

a long streak of purple mist seemed to unfurl behind him, rising into the air. Ripples of energy stirred the Qi Waves, lifting his body and robes, allowing Weii Changkong to hover in the air for a moment!

Dragon and Tiger Weather: Purple Mist from the East!

This was the Martial Dao Anomaly that could be condensed when one cultivated the Purple Mist School’s foundational True Skill, the Qi Dao’s ’Purple Mist Secret Manual,’ to its peak, transforming one’s Qi into a Dragon and Tiger. Even among the many Schools and True Sects, it was considered to be of a high tier!