Martial Arts Domination: Start with the Dragon Elephant Prajna Technique
Chapter 216 - 212: Incense Sticks to the Body, Neither Human Nor God! (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 216: Chapter 212: Incense Sticks to the Body, Neither Human Nor God! (Please Subscribe)

Great Jin, Capital City.

Taiwu Academy.

A heavy atmosphere spread and diffused through the air.

A group of National Martial Saints watched the head that had rolled onto the ground, their hearts churning and their expressions somber.

Great Jin... was about to change!

The newly ascended Martial Saint of Great Jin had beheaded the Gao Clan’s Mid-level Martial Saint within Taiwu Academy.

This incident would certainly not settle easily!

For a moment, everyone’s eyes flickered, and their thoughts varied.

...

"Gao Yuanyi, a ferocious and vicious man with deep-seated sins, by killing him, one could obtain seven thousand eight hundred and sixty-three Jin four Taels and eight Qian of Merit!"

...

Over Heart Sea, a wisp of consciousness sank into it, looking at the information on the Merit Scroll.

Burdened with such heavy sins, and yet still a National Martial Saint?

Qin Zheng sneered in his heart, then approached Gao Chengyin.

At that moment, this Martial Saint from the Gao Clan had a bloody and indistinguishable face, and his true expression could not be seen.

But when Qin Zheng’s shadow fell on him, his body trembled fiercely.

"You can’t kill me!"

He struggled to speak weakly.

Qin Zheng, as if he heard nothing, lifted the Ghost Head Greatsword and then it abruptly descended.

Swish!!

Just then, a figure suddenly appeared, swinging a frosty iron sword straight at Qin Zheng.

A piercing coldness surged to the forefront of his mind.

Qin Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he immediately turned the direction of his greatsword to slash at the frosty iron sword.

Clang!!

A crisp clanging sound of metal collision rang out.

Immediately after that, a powerful surge of sword and blade energy poured out in all directions.

"High-Rank Martial Saint."

Suddenly, the person opposite, holding an iron sword, spoke in a cold voice.

With the appearance of this voice, the surrounding National Martial Saints also instantly tensed up, stirring up huge waves in their hearts.

High-Rank Martial Saint?!

This newly promoted Martial Saint, he was actually a High-Rank Martial Saint?!

Even though they had some vague guesses beforehand, the confirmation at this moment still shocked everyone immensely.

But following closely, doubts emerged in their minds.

The divine bell in the depths of Taiwu Academy had rung nine times that day, echoing throughout the entire Capital City.

There was no mistake in this matter.

Based on the various pieces of information they received, this newly promoted Martial Saint had indeed ascended to the realm of Martial Saint on that day.

But how long had passed since that day?

He had actually advanced directly from an Elementary Martial Saint to a High-Rank Martial Saint?!

This was truly an absurd tale!

And now, Qin Zheng’s gaze also fell on the person opposite him.

With a hunched and lean frame, dressed in coarse linen clothes, holding a rusty, dilapidated iron sword, he resembled a poor old man.

But from the force transmitted through the Ghost Head Greatsword, Qin Zheng was certain.

The old man before his eyes was a true High-Rank Martial Saint!

"Did you receive some kind of legacy?"

The old man furrowed his brows and asked in a cold voice.

Then without waiting for Qin Zheng to reply, he continued, "Wrong, there are no ruins of Immortal Sects in Qingzhou, it’s impossible for a legacy to appear."

"You’re not from Qingzhou?"

Next, the old man looked at Qin Zheng and asked in a cold voice.

Boom!

Qin Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly exerted force on the greatsword in his hand, pressing down the iron sword in the other’s hand.

At the same time, he took a step forward, closing the distance, extending his hand, forming a Fist Seal, wrapped in strands of chaos, and promptly swung out.

The old man’s expression changed, and he too stretched out his hand, forming a Palm Seal to counter.

A fist and a palm collided in an instant.

Boom!!

A dull thud echoed, and the old man staggered back several steps.

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Zheng didn’t hesitate to bring down his blade in a single stroke.

Swish!

Gao Chengyin’s eyes widened in shock as his head tumbled to the ground!

Having done all this, Qin Zheng felt his Qi mechanism surge within him as he gazed solemnly at the old man he had driven back.

At that moment, above his Heart Sea, the Merit Scroll trembled slightly, revealing a new line of text.

[Gao Wuxing, shrouded in lingering incense, neither human nor god, slaying him will deduct thirty thousand jin of merit]

This was the first time he had seen such a situation on the Merit Scroll.

Lingering incense... Neither human nor god...

What did that mean?!

And more importantly, did it mean that if he killed this old man in front of him, thirty thousand jin of merit would be deducted?!

Was there really someone in the Gao Clan with such merit upon them?!

No!

Qin Zheng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he instantly dismissed that thought.

The deduction of thirty thousand jin of merit must be related to the description of the other party as "shrouded in lingering incense, neither human nor god"!

Meanwhile, facing Qin Zheng,

the old man caressed the palm that had just made contact with Qin Zheng, as if sensing something.

After a few moments, he chuckled lightly and put away the tattered iron sword in his hand.

At the same time, the aura about him slowly calmed down, as though he no longer intended to make a move.

"Such a young High-Rank Martial Saint, with just you alone, defending the Twelve States is indeed sufficient," he said.

He looked at Qin Zheng, his face calm, showing none of the coldness he had exhibited before.

Qin Zheng frowned slightly, also unable to grasp the old man’s intentions for the moment.

Then the old man continued, "The Dragon King of the Black Water Demon Cave has been coveting the Qinglong Remains beneath Qingzhou for many years."

"Now that Great Jin’s National Martial Saints are all gathered in the Capital City, with no Martial Saint guarding Qingzhou, I fear that Dragon King will take the opportunity to strike."

"If you continue to linger here... it won’t be long before news of Qingzhou’s fall arrives."

Upon hearing these words, Qin Zheng’s pupils shrank slightly as he stared at the old man for a few breaths, then with one step, he soared into the sky.

Whether the old man’s words were true or false, he couldn’t afford to gamble!

If they were false, that was fine.

But if they were true, with no one guarding Qingzhou, an invasion by a single demon den would be enough to make the whole region fall!

Therefore, Qin Zheng now sped toward Qingzhou, pushing his speed to the utmost!

After he left,

within the Taiwu Academy,

the National Martial Saints respectfully looked towards the figure who appeared like an ordinary old man.

Among the three High-Rank Martial Saints of Great Jin, he was one of them!

Gao Wuxing now raised his head to look in the direction where Qin Zheng had left, his eyes flickering as he pondered.

However, the corners of his mouth curved up slightly, as if he was quite pleased with himself.

Only after Qin Zheng’s figure had completely disappeared did he withdraw his gaze and turn to look at the two beheaded corpses before him.

"Trash!"

His lips moved slightly as his eyes filled with coldness.

...

In Great Jin, Qingzhou.

Yongle County.

In front of Xuanen Mansion.

Wei Wuji held his great spear, his face etched with solemnity as he approached the city.

With slightly pursed lips, as if organizing his thoughts, he took a step forward and disappeared from the spot like a phantom.

A moment later, in the bustling and noisy Xuanen Mansion,

his figure appeared on a street.

And at that moment, his gaze turned towards the figure inside a teahouse on the right side of the street.

He walked over casually and, greeted warmly by the proprietor, sat down in front of a dark-faced burly man.

"What is your purpose in coming to Qingzhou, sir?" Wei Wuji asked in a deep voice.

The dark-faced man chuckled lightly, lifted the teapot to pour a full cup of tea, pushed it in front of Wei Wuji, and then spoke,

"Your disciple has killed two of our Black Water Demon Cave’s Great Saints."

"I’m here to see what kind of face he would make if his master were to be killed."