Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 192 - 188: A Thousand Years of Achievement! Worthy of the Name that Guards the Nation! (Second Update)

Chapter 192: Chapter 188: A Thousand Years of Achievement! Worthy of the Name that Guards the Nation! (Second Update)

Clatter clatter!

A luxurious carriage pulled by six demon horses traveled on the official road.

After being promoted to Martial Saint, the crisis in Qingzhou was resolved. Following Wang Qingquan’s advice, Qin Zheng was heading to the Capital City to accept his imperial seal.

Neither of them was in a hurry, so they opted for the most effortless way to travel.

In the carriage, Wang Qingquan began explaining the situation of Great Jin’s Martial Saints to Qin Zheng:

"Among the eighteen Martial Saints of Great Jin, the Gao Clan has six, the Wei, Su, and Li families each have one, my disciple has one, and the rest belong to the royal family of Great Jin."

"Now, the ancestor of the Wei family is already on his deathbed, and the other two are also severely injured; I don’t know how much longer they can hold on."

"Therefore, the main forces resisting the demon dens are the royal family of Great Jin and the Quanyang Gao Family."

"..."

As Qin Zheng listened to Wang Qingquan’s explanation, he caressed the Bear King’s Demon Pill in his hand, which looked like a jewel or precious stone.

[Discovered Item: Bear King’s Demon Pill, can be refined, requires five thousand jin of merit]

[Note: Refining will yield the martial technique: Bear King’s Earth-Dominating Scripture]

[Note: Option to consume one hundred jin of merit to obtain a trace of spiritual energy]

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[Discovered Item: Divine Dragon’s Demon Pill, can be refined, requires five thousand jin of merit]

[Note: Refining will yield the martial technique: Nine Heavens Divine Dragon Strength]

[Note: Option to consume one hundred jin of merit to obtain a trace of spiritual energy]

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[Discovered Item: Divine Dragon’s Demon Pill, can be refined, requires five thousand jin of merit]

[Note: Refining will yield the Gifted: Call Wind and Summon Rain]

[Note: Option to consume one hundred jin of merit to obtain a trace of spiritual energy]

Three Great Saints, three demon pills.

Not to mention the high amount of merit required for refining, the benefits it provided no longer attracted him.

However, the final note caught Qin Zheng’s attention.

Consuming one hundred jin of merit can yield a trace of spiritual energy...

Considering the completely barren spiritual landscape of Qingzhou, he faintly felt that this might be the correct use for a Great Saint level demon pill.

With that thought, he casually stored the three demon pills in his storage bag, then turned to look at Wang Qingquan sitting across from him.

"Besides the eighteen revered Martial Saints of Great Jin, there are also six top-tier powers within the human race."

"Wenxian Sect, Lingyun Sword Sect, Haoran Academy, Bodhi Institute, Faxiang Temple, and Kunpeng Manor."

"Among these six powers, Wenxian Sect is the strongest with four Martial Saints; Kunpeng Manor is the weakest with only one Martial Saint. The rest each have two Martial Saints presiding over them."

"So in total, our human race still boasts over thirty Martial Saints."

"It’s just..."

At this point, Wang Qingquan sighed softly.

Qin Zheng’s brows raised as he spoke, "They don’t care about the survival of the human race?"

More than thirty Martial Saints, not much weaker than during Great Jin’s founding ancestor’s time.

However, at this moment, Great Jin was facing a situation where it might have to surrender Twelve States to survive.

There must be reasons for this!

Wang Qingquan chuckled wryly, then nodded and said, "Haoran Academy and Kunpeng Manor are okay; they merely ignore Great Jin. But when it comes to the survival of the human race, they should step forward."

"As for the other powers, their ideologies have become extremely radical!"

"In their eyes, having a Spirit Root is supreme, and ordinary people without Spirit Roots are no different from livestock, even if they are Half-Step Martial Saints!"

As he said the last words, Wang Qingquan’s face already showed his rage.

Both were from the human race, yet they arrogantly looked down upon ordinary humans without Spirit Roots as if they were livestock!

Such people, more hateful than the Demon race!

Hearing this, Qin Zheng’s eyes slightly narrowed, a chill flashing through them.

So that was it—no wonder Great Jin was currently surrounded by crises. It was not only due to the surrounding groups of monsters, but also due to the treachery within the human race!

"Will they also act against Great Jin?"

Qin Zheng asked in a stern voice.

Wang Qingquan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and continued, "They likely will not."

"They just stand by and watch; they indeed won’t act directly against Great Jin, but... if something they need appears in Great Jin, they may not be merciful."

"According to..."

Wang Qingquan wanted to say more.

But then, Qin Zheng seemed to sense something, turning his head to look outside the carriage.

On the official road, the demon horses neighed, and the carriage slowly stopped.

Suddenly a swordsman in white appeared before the carriage, who was a Martial Saint of the Gao Clan!

His face was dark as he stared coldly at the front of the carriage, then he spoke, "A letter from the court, demon dens have invaded Great Jin, Lingzhou and Yanzhou have fallen, and the ancestor of the Li family has died in battle!"

"The Martial Saints near these two states need to go immediately to drive out the monsters!"

As he spoke, he extended his hand, and a beam of golden light instantly surged into the carriage.

Qin Zheng reached out to catch it, only to find it was a dispatch order.

Looking at the content, Qin Zheng’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, then he looked up at Wang Qingquan.

He had never seen such a thing, but the elder before him surely had.

In his gaze, he saw the old man’s form tremble slightly, his eyes red, his face already steely!

"How dare they! How dare they!!"

The old man’s voice was hoarse and trembling.

At once, Qin Zheng felt a heaviness in his heart.

Two states had fallen, a National Martial Saint had perished!

Just hearing it was enough to understand what a grave matter it was!

Thus, he looked at Wang Qingquan and spoke,{" "} "Elder Wang, take care!"

Having said that, like a breeze, he disappeared inside the carriage and appeared in front of the Gao Clan’s Martial Saint.

"Let’s go!"

Qin Zheng did not hesitate for a moment.

The Gao Clan Martial Saint snorted coldly and then turned into a streak of light, dashing out; Qin Zheng instantly followed closely behind.

...

Black smoke, screams, wails...

Gnashing, chewing, roaring...

Miles of gunpowder smoke, collapsing mountains, rubble and ruins!

Countless monsters surged from all corners, swiftly preying on every surviving member of the human race.

On this day, the human world became a purgatory.

And the deities guarding this realm had their last glimmer of divine light extinguished.

A bald, muscular man stood barefoot on a blood-stained cliff, overlooking the tragic scene in the city below.

In his hand, he now held an object smeared with blood; his dark eye sockets seemed to still emit resentment and anger.

"This old fellow is finally dead."

Next to the muscular man stood a man in a feathered robe with a handsome face, who now remarked with a sense of lament.

"He has entangled with us for nearly a thousand years, to be killed like this, he got off easy!"

The bald man snorted coldly.

The young man nodded slightly, as if agreeing with the bald man’s statement.

Their gazes then fell and looked upon the scene below where packs of demons swarmed, consuming the blood-drenched humans with serene and undisturbed eyes.

"The spiritual energy is sparse between heaven and earth, yet regardless of age or strength, the flesh of these human beings contains a trace of faint spiritual energy, truly strange."

The bald man said, somewhat perplexed.

"What’s so strange about that?"

"It’s the will of the heavens; with the sparse spiritual energy between heaven and earth, and these humans containing spiritual energy, is it not right that they become nourishment for our Demon race to devour and cultivate?"

The man in the feathered robe chuckled lightly, speaking casually.

Upon hearing this, the bald man burst into laughter, responding, "Exactly! Exactly!"

"Now that we’ve taken over two states of Great Jin, let the children feast on the human race to their content and absorb the spiritual energy for nourishment!"

As the words fell, the two Great Demons looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Found the location!"

Just then, an elderly voice sounded from behind them.

They turned around and immediately upon their gaze, they saw an old man in Daoist robes with silver hair and white beard.

He slowly opened his eyes, speaking with a forced calm, "The location of the remains of the Great Sea-Calming Sage and the Sky-Pounding Great Sage has been found!"

Upon hearing this, the faces of the bald man and the man in the feathered robe lit up with joy.

"What are we waiting for? Let’s go!!"

The bald man spoke excitedly, casting the skull in his hand carelessly off the cliff behind him.

However, as he moved to reveal his true form, a large hand landed on his shoulder.

At the same time, a cold voice rang out, "Going? Where exactly do you think you’re going?"

National Martial Saint?!

In that instant, this thought emerged in the bald man’s mind; he sneered fiercely, ready to shake off the large hand on his shoulder.

The Three Great Demon Saints had emerged, they had already slain one Martial Saint, and wouldn’t mind killing another!

The man in the feathered robe and the Daoist-robed elder also showed a hint of cruelty on their faces.

"Ahhh!!!!"

Just at that moment.

A piercing scream suddenly shattered the atmosphere.

A large hand protruded from in front of the bald man, clutching a beating heart that was still emitting heat!

Then, his fingers closed.

Baam!

The heart burst, instantly exploding!

Bright red blood splattered onto the ground.

And the light within the bald man’s eyes gradually dimmed.

Qin Zheng withdrew his hand, grasped the bald man’s neck, then flung him backward.

Suddenly, the corpse transformed into a giant hundred-zhang elephant, crashing into the mountain ruins and kicking up a towering cloud of dust.

A Great Demon Saint from the demon race thus fell!

Seeing this, the man in the feathered robe and the Daoist-robed elder, without hesitation, burst into the sky, revealing their true forms and fleeing.

Qin Zheng did not pursue the two Great Demons but instead turned to gaze at the endless horde of monsters below the cliff.

Afterwards.

He slightly parted his lips.

Snap!

In an instant, like thunder exploding, a powerful and invisible psychic shock swept across all directions!

Every monster touched by this psychic shock had their heads burst open on the spot.

Baam! Baam! Baam!...

Continuously, like fireworks crackling.

Even the two fleeing Great Demons were impacted, their figures suddenly staggering.

Having done all this, Qin Zheng then turned around and looked toward the distant, headless corpse with broken legs, kneeling like a supplicant.

Though he had never seen the person, the dedication of nearly a thousand years in defending Great Jin and dying valiantly truly lived up to the name of National Guardian.

Qin Zheng walked forward.

At this moment, one hand was bloodied and he held a skull in the other.

Upon reaching the headless corpse, he gently placed the skull onto its neck.

Then, he sent a wisp of vital energy to reconnect the severed parts, reattaching the broken legs to make the body whole again.

At this moment, Qin Zheng spoke, "Elder, may your journey be peaceful."

Saying this, he stepped out and, like a streak of light, instantly rushed into the clouds!