Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1560 - 95: Sword Peak of the Eight Aspects
Chapter 1560 -95: Sword Peak of the Eight Aspects
The sunset slowly descended beyond the horizon.
In the brilliance of the evening glow, a streak of light swept up numerous figures, silently flying into the distance, quickly shrinking into a black dot, until even the dot could no longer be seen.
Wang Xu stood there dazed, watching that figure vanish into the distance.
His resolute face dissolved without a word, transforming into an expression of forlorn loss.
Murmured words had barely left his lips before dissipating into nothingness:
“Teacher, I hope that the next time we meet, it will be when I’ve completed my tasks and come to seek your forgiveness, rather than…”
With Wang Ba’s departure,
within the eyes of the nearby Martial Saint, a fleeting mix of clarity and confusion finally appeared.
He immediately noticed Wang Xu’s figure and was instantly struck with astonishment:
“Martial Ancestor? Y-You… why are you here?”
Wang Xu, who spread martial strength across the world, was revered as “Martial Ancestor” by all True Martial Cultivators. Out of respect, none dared to truly address him as teacher.
Even the Martial Saint was no exception.
Wang Xu slightly lowered his head to glance at him, a trace of realization flickering in his gaze.
Then, without a word, his palm rose, enveloped in blood energy, forming a massive blood-red hand that smashed down viciously!
Bang!
The pupils of Martial Saint contracted sharply. Though his heart was filled with shock and bewilderment, unable to fathom why the Martial Ancestor would attack, he dared not make any attempt to dodge. Under the weight of the blood palm, he was immediately launched into the air!
The entirety of Banqiao City was directly split in two by the collision with Martial Saint!
Clouds of dust rose in an instant.
Exclamations from the cultivators erupted one after another.
Though wracked with confusion and pain, the Martial Saint could only endure. Crawling out from the ruins, he laboriously approached Wang Xu, kneeling on one knee:
“Martial Ancestor!”
At the same time, sensing his surroundings, only then did he realize that Chijian had vanished at some unknown moment. He could only assume it was his own failure in battle that had incited the Martial Ancestor’s wrath, gnashing his teeth in anger at himself.
“But when… when did Chijian escape? Why do I have no recollection at all?”
A trace of blankness crossed the Martial Saint’s heart.
He had no memory whatsoever of Wang Ba’s presence.
“Stand up.”
Wang Xu, who had struck the Martial Saint with a blood palm, did not pursue further aggression, giving a curt order with an emotionless expression.
The Martial Saint swiftly rose into the air, closely following behind Wang Xu.
Meanwhile, the surrounding cultivators, too, discovered the inexplicable disappearance of Chijian along with some other cultivators, growing alarmed and unsettled.
But they were soon swiftly surrounded by the reacting Class IV True Martial Cultivators.
Violent clashes of blood energy and mana erupted throughout Banqiao City in sudden waves.
The Martial Saint, his head bowed low, tailed Wang Xu, his expression bitter and laced with regret:
“Martial Ancestor, I-I must have been too careless earlier. That must be why the Eighth Prince managed to escape. Next time I encounter him, I swear I will bring him down!”
Having released that palm strike, Wang Xu’s mood seemed to have settled. Upon hearing this, he remained indifferent, eventually responding:
“The Imperial Capital still has many matters that require attention. I’ll head back for now.”
After a brief pause, he continued:
“Do not waste your time in trivial places like this anymore. Time is short; within twenty years, I want to capture the entire Huangji Continent and eliminate all cultivators within its borders.”
“After all… the Little Cang World does not only have one Huangji Continent!”
The Martial Saint shuddered upon hearing this, hesitating as though he had something to say but refrained.
Though Wang Xu walked ahead with his back turned, it was as if he could see straight through the Martial Saint’s hesitation and subtle emotions. He frowned slightly:
“If you have something to say, speak.”
The Martial Saint quickly nodded:
“Yes, Martial Ancestor. Conquering the entirety of Huangji Continent in twenty years… this timeframe does indeed seem tight. We still lack enough Class IV fighters, and in contests of equal standing, we fare worse compared to those cultivators. We can only rely on sheer numbers to prevail…”
He hesitated for a moment before biting his lip and saying resolutely:
“If—if we could obtain your True Transmission Techniques and spread them widely, so that everyone has sufficient lifespan, perhaps then…”
The Martial Saint had not yet finished speaking when a fiercely frowning Wang Xu abruptly interrupted. Turning his head, his expression grew immeasurably stern as he fixed his gaze upon the Martial Saint:
“Techniques? What techniques? Haven’t all the techniques I’ve developed already been passed down?”
The Martial Saint froze, quickly nodding:
“Yes, yes, yes! They’ve all been passed down. It’s just that…”
He glanced cautiously at Wang Xu before continuing in a careful tone:
“The lifespans of us True Martial Cultivators are rather short, no different from mere mortals. I may be Class V, but I’m hardly any better off than ordinary mortals. Without sufficient lifespan, most of our brothers cannot push through to higher realms. For many, Class IV is already the limit, and as they age, their Qi and blood begin to decay, making it all the harder to break through…”
Upon hearing this, Wang Xu’s expression darkened instantly.
He couldn’t help but stare intently at the Martial Saint, his gaze tinged with unfamiliarity, as if seeing the man for the first time.
Under Wang Xu’s scrutiny, the Martial Saint froze, his entire body stiffening as he stammered:
“Martial Ancestor, w-why are you looking at me like this?”
Wang Xu finally collected himself, his expression complex as he shook his head slightly and questioned in return:
“You and I… are we not mortals?”
The Martial Saint froze, his first instinct to deny it. But upon meeting Wang Xu’s coldly glinting eyes, his heart lurched in fear, and he quickly nodded:
“Yes! Of course, we are mortals!”
“Since we are mortals…”
Wang Xu articulated each word deliberately, his gaze piercing into the Martial Saint’s eyes, imbued with a profound and inscrutable meaning:
“You’ve lived for over a hundred and ten years. Is that not enough?”
The Martial Saint couldn’t help but shiver!
In this moment, although a Class V True Martial Cultivator, second only to one and above millions, he suddenly felt like he was back in that forlorn winter of exile, in those desperate years filled with helplessness…
Rigidly, he nodded: “Enough. I am content!”
