Martial Saint Profound Weapons

A strong wind swept across the river as two large ships led the way, their broad bows cleaving through the surging waves.

Hundreds of River Dolphin followed the ship, their smooth gray backs emerging from the water one after another. Several soldiers carried wooden basins and poured fish into them, which often caused the River Dolphin to leap.

A few bowls of fish are far from enough to satisfy these Spirit Monster; they are merely a means for the River Conservancy Office to cultivate affection.

Apart from the splashing water and the fluttering of banners, there was no sound of conversation on the entire ship.

Having only set off a short time ago, the Martial Master from top to bottom were still on edge. Most of them chose to stay in their own places, and no one dared to wander around.

Led by a soldier, Liang Qu arrived at the top floor of the ship, where he had a wide view.

Pushing open the door, the blast of cool air made him feel refreshed, and the heat from wearing the fish demon inner armor vanished completely.

Looking around, the entire top floor was a spacious circular hall with nearly thirty people inside.

Most of them were Ran Zhongshi and his group, while Liang Qu only recognized the other half but couldn't recall their names.

The three people talking at the very back of the crowd were all acquaintances: Xu Yuelong, Yang Dongxiong, and Sui Hongyan, the deputy commander of the Demon Subduing Division.

At the previous auction, Liang Qu had seen two commanders of the Demon Subduing Division from afar. Afterwards, Sui Hongyan, who was participating in the swimming competition at the wharf, also came to watch the excitement, so he had a deep impression of them. The remaining few familiar faces should be the main high-ranking members of the Demon Subduing Division, whom he had met at the auction.

"A Shui, they're discussing plans, it has nothing to do with us, come and play cards!"

Ke Wenbin, sitting near the entrance, patted the seat next to him. Several playing cards with symbols on them were scattered on the long table in front of him.

Ke Wenbin, a serious card game enthusiast, was seen by Liang Qu at both of their small gatherings gathering with a group of people playing cards in a corner.

His skill level is so-so, with both wins and losses, which is perhaps what makes him so addicted.

Liang Qu sat down next to Ke Wenbin, took a few sips of the juice drink handed to him by the mute uncle, and asked Ke Wenbin and the others what they were going to do today.

Once on board and off the shore, there was no longer any need to hide many things.

"We're going to the Ghost Mother Sect, but we've only discovered fragmented information before. This time, we're going to attack their stronghold."

"Didn't you and Uncle Yang arrest a Ghost Mother Sect named Huang Zejun before? The court extracted information from him."

Liang Qu frowned. "So much time has passed, the information can't be accurate, right?"

It has been almost half a year since the Ghost Mother Sect incident occurred. Even if the River Conservancy Office had immediately followed the news and arrested people back then, nearly two months would have been enough time for the Ghost Mother Sect to move its headquarters.

"Hey, A Shui's perspective is too narrow. It's true that the information is delayed, but we can know about future news."

"News about the future? Brother Ke, please elaborate. I'm all ears."

"You know the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, right?"

"Um."

"There is a place called Qionglu in the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, and there is a thing called All Fields Celestial Instrument inside."

When I was a child, the teacher at the school organized us to visit inside. Wow, the floor was made of pure copper, and it was incredibly large.

Well, it's complicated to explain anyway, just think of him as a very powerful fortune teller, even more powerful than the Daoist priests in Louguan Platform. As long as the conditions are right, he can tell you anything.

That Huang Zejun is a direct descendant of a certain lineage of the Ghost Mother Sect. The Imperial Astronomical Bureau used his entire life to calculate the hiding place and approximate strength of his lineage on Bing Fire Day.

Liang Qu's understanding of the power of martial arts has reached a new level, and he asked in a low voice with awe.

Is it definitely accurate?

"Not necessarily. When I was a child, I asked someone from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau, and he said the accuracy rate was less than 30%."

"..."

"What's with that expression? Thirty percent isn't low, okay? And just because the rest isn't accurate doesn't mean it's useless."

To put it simply, this thing is a waypoint, like Compass. It can definitely point out the cardinal directions, but it's not sure whether it's 100 li to the east or 300 li to the east.

"Our River Conservancy Office isn't just sitting around doing nothing. Once we have a direction, things are simple. We've been doing this for so long, we've got them all figured out. This time, we're ready to pounce."

Liang Qu felt a little relieved. "Then what is the strength of the opposing side?"

Ke Wenbin casually said, "Two Grandmaster, two Great Martial Master, twenty to thirty Wolf Smoke Martial Master, and more than two hundred Galloping Horse Martial Master."

Liang Qu's lips twitched. "This... can we win? There aren't any Grandmaster on the ship, right? And they have the same number of Perfected Elephant Grandmaster and Hunting Tiger Great Martial Master?"

"There are no Grandmaster on the ship, but we have eight Great Martial Master!" Xiang Fangsu interjected as she walked over.

He moved a stool over to peek at the cards, but Ke Wenbin covered for him.

"Get out of here! Don't think I don't know you're Bai Yinbin's spy. Go sit over there."

"Alright then." Xiang Fangsu, feeling awkward, sat down next to Liang Qu and continued the conversation, "Why are there so many Perfected Elephant Grandmaster and Hunting Tiger Great Martial Master? The reason is simple: there's a shortage of qualified successors."

Martial Master need people and resources to support them. A Shui, didn't you see that? Putting aside resources, just talking about people, you have to take care of everything yourself, from eating and drinking to earning a living. Where do you find the time to cultivate? If you just hire two servants, you can have more than half a day freed up.

In fact, whether a place is strong or not can be largely determined by its population size.

Ordinary people support Martial Artist, Martial Artist support Martial Master, and Martial Master support Great Martial Master —it's the same principle as Big Fish.

If you don't have enough subordinates, you won't produce any top talents. Occasionally there might be one or two geniuses, but there will never be many.

Moreover, as long as the area is large enough, one or two geniuses won't affect the situation, not to mention that with a large population, the probability of producing geniuses is also high.

The reason Northern Court can rival us is because, for some reason, they suddenly became able to grow wheat in the last one or two hundred years, causing their population to surge. Therefore, our leader has very low tolerance for killing ordinary people.

"Right!"

Ke Wenbin picked up the conversation.

"The Ghost Mother Sect has the same number of Grandmaster as Great Martial Master. It's not that there are more Grandmaster, but rather that there are fewer Great Martial Master. Those two Grandmaster are old hands left over from the past."

"True Image lives to be three hundred, which is quite long. Great Martial Master at most live to be one hundred and twenty or thirty; those destined to die have long since perished. Resources are insufficient, and there aren't enough people. The fact that two of them have emerged is already quite surprising."

Liang Qu's biggest question remains unanswered.

"Even so, two of the eight Hunting Tiger will have to be separated to deal with the other two, leaving only Great Martial Master Hunting Tiger. Can they defeat two Grandmaster?"

"Well, of course we can't beat them, but we have a killer move."

Xiang Fangsu scratched his head and chuckled.

"A killing move?"

Ke Wenbin added, "The higher-ups sent us two Martial Saint Profound Weapon: one is the Dragon Elephant Prison Suppressing Blade, and the other is the Marquis Weining's Terror Lance, which contains the will of Martial Saint. It's more than enough to kill two immortal Grandmaster! Hey, I won! Time to pay up!"

Ke Wenbin asked the group for money, and the others looked sullen and reluctantly took out Silver Note from their pockets.

Liang Qu glanced at it; the Silver Note were in units of one hundred taels. In one hand of cards, Ke Wenbin won three hundred taels.

Xiang Fangsu patted Liang Qu's shoulder. "The place is quite far away. It will take at least three days to go back and forth."

So don't be nervous. At least by this time tomorrow, we'll still be on the ship, getting some rest. The real challenge starts the day after tomorrow.