pertwk Chapter 83 Martial Saint's Legacy
Chapter 83 Martial Saint's Legacy
Chapter 83 Martial Saint's Legacy
Mo Zheng strode through the martial arts hall.
His home was Xiaohan Peak, where he went to pay homage to the mountain chief.
The martial arts hall was already quite lively.
He passed through many crowds and heard the name Mo Zheng. Many disciples were discussing who Mo Zheng was, and many people were asking about Mo Zheng's deeds. However, after three years of silence, he walked through the martial arts hall and met those people but did not recognize them.
This feeling is very subtle.
The whole world is talking about me, yet no one knows me at all.
It's like being isolated from the world.
The strange phenomenon disappeared completely when he reached the foot of Xiaohan Peak.
On the stone path leading up Xiaohan Peak, a composed young man stood there and smiled at him.
The second in line of the true teachings was Zhou Xian.
"Senior Brother Zhou." Mo Zheng stepped forward first and bowed.
"Junior Brother Mo, congratulations."
Zhou Xian said with a smile, "You must treat us to a meal today. You've been silent for three years, but now you've made a name for yourself. It's truly something to celebrate. You've given me quite a fright."
He was genuinely startled.
This Junior Brother Mo was someone he personally took over the martial arts academy from, and he understood his talent better than anyone else.
Even though he had been relatively unknown for the past few years, he didn't feel anything was wrong.
The Twelve Swords of Wind? Back then, Di Xiao was still in obscurity for eight years. Junior Brother Mo will surely make a name for himself.
But this crowing is a bit too early.
In just three years, he mastered the unity of man and sword, and his opponent was still on the most difficult path.
This level of skill far surpasses that of Lan Jun.
The Visceral Realm no longer posed any obstacle to this junior brother; ahead of him lay the Martial Saint.
Thinking of this, even Zhou Xian, who was usually calm and composed, couldn't help but feel a little envious. He had been in the martial arts hall for nearly nine years, and although his swordsmanship had improved rapidly, he still couldn't grasp the essence of martial arts.
"Senior Brother Zhou, let's drink until we drop tonight!"
Mo Zheng smiled and said, "But that will have to wait until I have an audience with the headmaster."
"I've come here specifically to discuss your audience with the abbot, Junior Brother," Zhou Xian said solemnly. "True disciples can be recorded in the sect's genealogy and receive the lineage."
"Junior brother, do you know what this means?"
Mo Zheng shook his head. He could guess what it meant to be recorded in the sect's genealogy, but he didn't quite understand why he could inherit the lineage.
"The teacher told me to wait here so that he could explain the situation to you, lest you be unaware of the circumstances and make the wrong choice, selecting the wrong lineage and regretting it for the rest of your life."
Zhou Xian said, "Our Hun Tian Sect has many disciples, but only those who have comprehended the Unity Realm will be included in the sect's genealogy and placed in the ancestral hall, where they will receive incense offerings every day. This is one reason."
"The second point you need to pay attention to is the sect's lineage. The so-called sect's lineage refers to the inheritance that can be cultivated to the level of Martial Saint. My Hun Tian Sect has a long history, and there are twelve Martial Saint inheritances in total, of which there are three sword inheritances."
"What the teacher means is that among these three sword styles, the most suitable choice for you is the Wind and Fire Qi Sword."
So this is what it means to inherit the tradition.
Mo Zheng felt a surge of excitement. The treatment of a true disciple was undoubtedly far better than that of an inner or outer disciple.
They actually provided twelve martial arts lineages for the disciples to choose from.
This is a cultivation technique manual that can enable a disciple to cultivate to the level of a Martial Saint!
Only a powerful force with a long history like the Hun Tian Sect could afford such a grand gesture. Other forces have never even produced a Martial Saint, so where would they find a Martial Saint's legacy?
"Thank you for the reminder, Senior Brother. I will certainly keep it in mind," Mo Zheng said gratefully.
Although I don't know why Liu Qingrang chose this inheritance, as one of the top sword masters in the Visceral Realm, his knowledge and vision are far superior to mine, and there must be many reasons for it.
"There's no need for such formalities between us, fellow disciples. Let's go up the mountain."
Zhou Xian made way for him.
Mo Zheng bowed and stepped onto Xiaohan Peak.
This trip up Xiaohan Peak was completely different in meaning from all the previous times I had climbed it.
True disciples are allowed to choose a small courtyard on this Xiaohan Peak.
In the past, he was just a passerby when he came here, but from today onwards, a courtyard that belongs to him will appear here.
Although Xiaohan Peak is high, it now feels like flat ground under Mo Zheng's feet.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he appeared in the headmaster's courtyard.
The headmaster's courtyard was bustling with activity; besides the headmaster, there were three other figures.
Mo Zheng's gaze swept over them. He naturally recognized Liu Qing and Wu Feng, but the ordinary-looking, dashing middle-aged woman was completely unfamiliar to him.
He greeted them one by one, and Liu Qing introduced him, "This is Martial Aunt Xiao Ling from the main sect of the Hun Tian Sect. Shouldn't you pay your respects?"
"Uncle-Master Xiao Ling."
Mo Zheng bowed with his hands clasped.
"Alright, forget about these formalities, let me see your swordsmanship," Xiao Ling said impatiently.
"Yes, display your swordsmanship." The headmaster said expectantly, "Attack me directly, don't hold back."
Liu Qing and Wu Feng both had burning eyes, eager to see what this young genius was really made of.
"Then I must offend you."
Mo Zheng's expression suddenly turned solemn, his eyes filled with a sharp aura, and he slowly placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.
Clang!
A clear, crisp sword cry rang out, and the world suddenly felt a chill!
A single cold star burst forth with countless rays of light, and countless sword shadows rushed towards the mountain chief, like a raging storm, their attacks swift and fierce!
Upon closer inspection, each sword strike is unpredictable and elusive, making it difficult to even see clearly, let alone defend against.
"Excellent swordsmanship!"
Xiao Ling's eyes lit up, and she blurted out her praise.
Although this sword strike was not particularly exquisite, it deeply captured the essence of wind. It was impossible to unleash such sword light without having fully comprehended all twelve sword techniques of the Wind and having an extremely solid foundation.
The headmaster's eyes showed admiration, but he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently tapped the ground.
when!
The crisp sound of metal clashing against stone rang out, and the myriad sword shadows receded. Mo Zheng grunted, his figure retreating backward, taking several steps before finally stopping, the longsword in his hand still humming incessantly.
"The power contained in this sword strike is comparable to the minor completion of the Bone and Tendon Realm. It seems that your foundation is indeed very solid."
The headmaster nodded and smiled, "However, what we want to see is the unity of man and sword. Such swordsmanship cannot pass the fourth level of the Tower of Ascension."
Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng took a few deep breaths to calm his surging blood and qi. Suddenly, he thrust out his sword, and in an instant, a second Mo Zheng appeared in front of the abbot. Together with the original Mo Zheng, the two of them swung their swords!
Wind Shadow Sword Technique: Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows!
The two longswords were not only fast, but their sword techniques were also unpredictable, and their chilling aura had completely enveloped the headmaster!
With a slight tap of his toes, the mountain chief vanished from his spot and reappeared several feet away. However, his longsword followed him closely, and Mo Zheng's figure appeared as if he could teleport, appearing a third time to closely follow the mountain chief. Only then did the afterimage of Mo Zheng, who had swung his sword the first time, slowly dissipate.
Mo Zheng chased after him, but Shan Chang hid. In the blink of an eye, the spot was filled with Mo Zheng's vanishing afterimages.
This bizarre scene immediately widened the eyes of Liu Qing and the other two, who stared in astonishment at the fight unfolding before them.
"The 'Splitting Light and Transforming Shadows' technique truly represents the pinnacle of swordsmanship, where man and sword become one!"
"An eighteen-year-old true disciple, this—"
Xiao Ling was dumbfounded. Who knew what kind of commotion this news would cause when it reached the Hun Tian Sect?
Some things are more impactful when you see them with your own eyes than when you rely on guesswork.
For example, right now, seeing the Wind Shadow Sword Technique at the Unity Realm level, there is no doubt that this is the level of a genuine disciple.
Adding "eighteen years old" before "true disciple" changes the meaning entirely. While a force like the Hun Tian Sect values a martial artist who has reached the Unity Realm of external martial arts, the importance is limited.
However, an eighteen-year-old martial artist at the Unity Realm is undoubtedly a genius, not only in the Hun Tian Sect, but also in every country in this world.
"A genius, a true genius!" Wu Feng exclaimed.
Although he had mentally prepared himself beforehand, he was still deeply shocked when he saw it with his own eyes again.
Just as Liu Qing was about to say a few words of praise, a sudden change occurred in the scene!
boom!
A terrifying aura suddenly emanated from the mountain chief's body. At this moment, he transformed into a vast mountain, terrifying and majestic, suppressing the entire world.
"Headmaster Feng!" Xiao Ling exclaimed in surprise. She didn't understand why the other party would use the true essence of martial arts at this moment.
Liu Qing and Wu Feng also found it strange, not understanding why, having already tested Mo Zheng's unity of man and sword, he still needed to use martial arts intent.
However, they soon understood.
Mo Zheng, who had been incredibly agile and unpredictable just moments before, was now frozen in place, sword and all, under the pressure of the true essence of martial arts. He was completely immobilized, as if he were carrying a mountain on his back, and even breathing was difficult.
When a master of the Visceral Realm faces a martial artist of a lower realm, it is a complete crushing defeat. This is because once the martial arts intent is activated, the enemy has already lost the ability to resist without even having to make a move.
This is why a master of the Visceral Realm can dominate a province and live a carefree life.
However, something unexpected happened to the three of them.
Under this terrifying martial arts realm, Mo Zheng actually moved. His long sword hummed, and he merged into this world, transforming into a wisp of breeze.
Unfortunately, the breeze only blew forward a foot before freezing in place, unable to move any further.
But it is enough.
Liu Qing and the other two stared wide-eyed, completely dumbfounded.
"Sword Intent—"
Feng Shanzhang looked at Mo Zheng with excitement. He simply wanted to test Mo Zheng's limits, but who knew that he would discover such a big surprise.
"Sword intent, it's actually sword intent!"
"Unexpectedly, mastering the Twelve Swords of Windwalker allows one to directly comprehend the sword intent!"
"No wonder Di Xiao was able to conquer the seventh level of the Tower of Ascension in two years and achieve the Internal Organs Realm—"
Liu Qing and the others' expressions became complicated. An eighteen-year-old true disciple was already a peerless genius, a once-in-a-century talent. But to comprehend a wisp of sword intent at the age of eighteen—what kind of concept was that? This was simply an unparalleled prodigy!
Feng Shanzhang, being a man of great experience, was the first to calm himself and asked in a deep voice, "Mo Zheng, do you know what it means for someone your age to comprehend sword intent?"
"This means that for me, breaking through to the Internal Organs Realm is only a matter of time."
Mo Zheng understood, of course, that once one grasped even a trace of the essence of martial arts, one would gradually master it completely over time.
Why did he cultivate for three years in Tiandao Gorge? Wasn't it all for the purpose of fully comprehending the Twelve Swords of Wind?
The benefit of fully comprehending this set of basic techniques is that one can comprehend a trace of the sword intent of wind.
"You comprehended the sword intent at the age of eighteen!" Headmaster Feng exclaimed. "In the thousand years since the establishment of our Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, only three disciples have been able to comprehend the martial arts intent before the age of twenty. You are the fourth. Of those three, one perished, and the other two became Martial Saints."
"Not only that, but looking at the entire Great Yan, anyone who comprehends the essence of martial arts at the age of eighteen is enough to rank among the top ten."
Xiao Ling said, "Your comprehension of swordsmanship can no longer be described as genius."
The Great Yan Dynasty has eighteen states, eighteen state-level martial arts training halls, and many families secretly nurtured its warriors. Over the past thousand years, countless outstanding and talented martial artists have emerged.
And Mo Zheng is actually ranked in the top ten?!
The meaning behind this number is undoubtedly extremely terrifying.
"The one who grasped the essence of martial arts the fastest in the Great Yan Dynasty was the Great Ancestor of the Great Yan Dynasty. He started practicing martial arts at the age of twelve, and by the age of sixteen he had grasped the essence of martial arts, ranking first. He reached the Visceral Realm at the age of eighteen, and by the age of twenty-three he had already become a Martial Saint. Apart from you, of the other ten people, except for two who perished halfway, eight all became Martial Saints, and all of them did so before the age of forty," Wu Feng said.
Martial Saints are national-level combatants, and are undoubtedly extremely rare.
During the peak of their power, each of the six major powers of the Great Yan Dynasty typically had two Martial Saints in charge, but more often than not, they only had one.
Those who comprehended the true meaning of martial arts at Mo Zheng's age, instead of dying, all became Martial Saints!
"Don't fight. As long as you cultivate step by step, you will definitely have a chance to become a Martial Saint before the age of forty," Liu Qing said solemnly.
He didn't have high expectations for this disciple. He only hoped that the disciple could master the Twelve Swords of Wind within fifteen years. But now, the talent the disciple has shown has greatly exceeded his expectations. It seems that even the Martial Saint, a problem that has troubled him for decades, is not worth mentioning under the disciple's talent.
"Alright, don't put too much pressure on Mo Zheng. Just continue your cultivation step by step."
Headmaster Feng was somewhat disappointed by the expectations of the others. How could a martial saint be achieved so easily? Other people's deeds are their own business. When it comes to an individual, sometimes too high expectations can be a kind of pressure that can crush a person.
History is replete with examples of exceptional geniuses who, stuck at a bottleneck, ultimately failed and died.
"Let's get down to business. Since this little guy has already demonstrated external martial arts skills surpassing the Unity Realm, he should naturally be promoted to a True Disciple."
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Headmaster Feng continued, "Later, go down the mountain to the Treasure Pavilion and exchange your place for a courtyard on Xiaohan Peak. You can then receive 200 contribution points for free every month."
"Of course, the most important thing is the inheritance of the lineage. Come in with me, Ya Ya, which Martial Saint lineage do you choose?"
"The Legacy of the Martial Saint!"
Mo Zheng felt a surge of anticipation. Compared to the other rewards for true disciples, the Martial Saint inheritance was undoubtedly the most tempting.