Chapter 350: Chapter 175: Captain Zhao is That High-Level?

"He got away again!"

Zhao Rui couldn’t be bothered with the Saint Lotus Sect Leader. He shot into the air, stepping on the void. His True Qi surged through him like a roaming dragon as he chased in the direction Cangwu Zi had vanished.

When Cang Zhenzi saw this, he knew his Senior Brother’s transformation was complete. He was thoroughly demonic. But no matter how demonic he became, Cang Zhenzi couldn’t just stand by and watch.

After a moment’s hesitation, he gave chase as well.

Only Master Qingyang, who let out a long sigh, and the mysterious, immensely powerful Saint Lotus Sect Leader remained on the field.

"The Taishan Sect respectfully sees the Sect Leader off!"

Master Qingyang said politely, clasping his hands in a bow.

The intention to see him out was all too obvious.

"With you here, the Taishan Sect can hold on for a while longer. However, the will of the heavens is vast, and the grand tide of destiny is hard to change. You remain stagnant in your ways, blind to the true vastness of the heavens."

The Saint Lotus Sect Leader simply smiled, seemingly unconcerned by Cangwu Zi’s departure, Master Qingyang’s dismissal, or even the battle that had just taken place.

Before his voice had even faded, his figure flickered and vanished into thin air before everyone’s eyes.

"We should go, too,"

the woman from the Holy Lotus Sect said to the Qingfeng Envoy after glancing around.

’Hmph. I thought my fortune was unparalleled, that I had mastered a Divine Skill, but his abilities are still beyond mine. I just wonder if we’ll be friend or foe the next time we meet?’

The Qingfeng Envoy’s eyes dimmed slightly. He then rose to his feet and executed his Peak Lightness Skill, drifting away like a gentle breeze.

The woman wore a strange expression. She shook her head, momentarily at a loss for words.

Her gaze lingered for a long time on the spot where Zhao Rui had disappeared before she finally moved to follow the Qingfeng Envoy.

The people from the Holy Lotus Sect had left, and Cangwu Zi was gone too.

Master Qingyang withdrew his Infinite Dharma Aspect. He turned and took a single step, reappearing ten zhang away.

"Uncle Master!"

"Greetings, Master Qingyang!"

As he reached the periphery, a crowd of Martial Artists and Daoists all bowed respectfully to Master Qingyang.

He may not have seemed particularly dazzling while fighting those other experts just now.

But anywhere else in Dongqi Province, who wouldn’t bow and address him as "Master!"?

Ever since the full-scale recovery of Spiritual Qi and the appearance of the visitors from Gui Xu, the entire order of the Martial Arts Realm had undergone a fundamental change.

In the past, the university Martial Arts Teams and even the provincial martial arts training bases, though full of geniuses, were ultimately constrained by the environment and the short time available for Cultivation.

Truly top-tier Martial Artists had not yet emerged; the strongest were merely Divine Void Realm Grandmasters at best.

But now, the various Sects whose Dharma Realm Grandmasters had returned were clearly standing at the apex of the Martial Dao.

Compared to the other provinces of the Central Plains, Dongqi Province’s only truly powerful Sect was Taishan, which boasted several Dharma Grandmaster Realm experts.

As one of the Taishan Sect’s three great Dharma Grandmasters—and a High-Tier Dharma Realm expert at that—Qingyangzi was, on paper, one of the most powerful individuals in all of Dongqi Province.

Who would dare show him disrespect!

"Everyone, disperse!"

At Master Qingyang’s command, Changfengzi immediately bowed in acknowledgment and began directing the other Daoists to disperse the crowd.

"Uncle Master, there was a strange Monk earlier. He seemed to be a Dharma Realm expert as well, but I don’t know where he hid during the fight."

"Don’t worry about it. Your Uncle Master Dan Yangzi will handle him. You should focus on your Cultivation and advance to the Dharma Realm as soon as possible."

"Yes, Uncle Master!"

Changfengzi nodded earnestly. This battle between True Dharma Masters had truly been an eye-opener for him.

First, Master Song He of the Qingcheng Sect’s "Song" generation had condensed his True Dharma Body to fight the Demon Sect’s Qingfeng Envoy.

The majestic, commanding auras of those two alone had filled him with awe and longing.

But then his Uncle Master and the others appeared, their power so terrifying it shook the heavens and seemed to warp the very sky, like Immortal Gods descending.

As the Taishan Sect’s only native Divine Void Realm expert, his desire for the Dharma Realm was stronger than anyone else’s in the sect.

A resilient glint appeared in Changfengzi’s eyes. Unconsciously, his bearing and presence seemed to grow and sharpen.

...

「Su Province!」

Cangwu Zi flew eastward at high speed, clutching Song Ziwen.

"You id— no, Grandpa, did you save me? I knew you would save me!"

Song Ziwen slowly regained consciousness, his eyes opening to see Cangwu Zi, with his stern expression and head of thick, black hair.

"Grandpa? Are you my grandson?"

"Yes, yes! Grandpa, I’m your grandson. Your real grandson."

Song Ziwen said fawningly, a crafty look in his eyes.

"What is my name? And what is yours?"

Cangwu Zi looked down at Song Ziwen, a smirk playing on his lips.

Hearing this, Song Ziwen’s eyes darted around for a moment before he answered, "Grandpa, your name is Song Guangxuan, and my name is Song Ziwen. You even gave me my name personally."

"Song Guangxuan?"

Cangwu Zi muttered the name to himself, then suddenly burst out laughing. "Song Guangxuan, Song Guangxuan. Not bad!"

After speaking, he abruptly looked down at Song Ziwen. A black light flashed in his eyes, and ripples of divine energy instantly flowed between their gazes.

A moment later, he retracted his gaze and announced loudly,

"This is the Mahayana Infinite Divine Skill that I comprehended. Cultivate it diligently, and do not tarnish my grandson’s name!"

Suddenly gifted a Divine Skill, Song Ziwen was overjoyed. He nodded his head repeatedly. "Don’t worry, Grandpa! Don’t worry!"

"Grandpa, where are we going?"

Growing accustomed to his interactions with Cangwu Zi, Song Ziwen boldly asked.

"To the East Sea. I feel that something I need is there!"

Cangwu Zi’s gaze was like a torch, as if guided by some celestial intuition, staring intently toward a specific place.

Song Ziwen was secretly amazed, wondering when he would ever possess the kind of power this old man had.

When that time came...

’Yeah, I’ll make everyone call me Grandpa!’

Just as he was getting lost in his fantasies, he suddenly realized that Cangwu Zi had come to an abrupt halt.