Young Daoist

Even before they arrived, a strong sense of oppression already rolled in.

Everyone's expression changed.

This moment.

The sea was calm, and the warships seemed frozen on the surface, completely still. As everyone looked towards the distant horizon, their hearts began to pound slightly.

The once arrogant Sword Master of Luofu bowed respectfully.

"Welcome, Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun!"

Wow!

In an instant.

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Everyone's mind went blank, and their blood began to boil. Although they had already guessed something from the person's self-proclaimed identity, the Sword Master of Luofu had now completely confirmed it.

Crimson Sun Martial Saint.

A Martial Saint who recently made a comeback even founded the Crimson Sun Sect, stirring up trouble across the land. The Great Flame Martial Saint personally came to demarcate a territory for the Crimson Sun Sect to use freely, granting them complete dominion over it.

Only then did everyone realize that the Sword Master of Luofu had actually joined the Crimson Sun Sect, presumably because the Martial Saint of Crimson Sun had promised some conditions.

Daoist Longshan's heart sank.

The situation was already somewhat difficult because the sudden appearance of the Sword Master of Luofu had stirred up everyone's greed, but now it has soared to an extremely difficult level. With an ancient saint descending, he has absolutely no confidence.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone.

A magnificent golden carriage appeared, with a Celestial Person Realm expert at each of the four sides. The Celestial Person Realm experts carrying the carriage were already awe-inspiring, but the most eye-catching figure was the old man on the carriage. He wore a golden-red robe, as bright as the sun, with red hair and beard, and a bald patch on his head, revealing a shiny bald head.

The bald old man lay comfortably on the carriage, surrounded by several stunningly beautiful women whose eyes were filled with longing, whose arms were as soft as willow branches, exuding charm and tenderness.

The carriage stood in the void, and the several Celestial Person Realm warriors who carried it held their heads high, showing no shame whatsoever, but rather immense pride.

How many people in the world could pull a chariot for Martial Saint?

"We pay our respects to the Crimson Sun Martial Saint!" A vast voice rang out in unison, and everyone bowed their heads in respect.

Might makes right.

This is an eternal truth that applies everywhere.

However, the True Martial Sect members did not move.

Even a fool could see that the other party had ill intentions.

The Sword Master of Luofu coldly shouted:

"Old Taoist Longshan, the Martial Saint is asking you a question, why don't you answer?! Do you dare to disrespect the Martial Saint?"

He was quite pleased with himself at that moment, feeling triumphant and triumphant.

Ever since the rise of the Heavenly Sword Real Person, his life has been incredibly difficult, constantly being used as a pretext for ridicule. But now, with the Crimson Sun Martial Saint backing him up, he's no longer afraid. Even if the Heavenly Sword Real Person is strong, can he possibly be stronger than Martial Saint?

Seeing the True Martial Sect in such a sorry state, he felt incredibly pleased.

The Daoist Longshan gazed at him intently for a moment, then bowed slightly to the old man in the carriage.

"Having met the Crimson Sun Martial Saint, I have not uttered a single falsehood. This time, upon entering the True Martial Hall, I was fortunate enough to pass the first test of comprehension, the Yin-Yang Fist, but I failed the second test, the Four Symbols Palm. However, I managed to pass several tests of combat strength, and ultimately received some fortuitous opportunity rewards."

"But I truly failed to obtain the True Martial Inheritance."

He spoke very earnestly, even mentioning the names of the checkpoints involved.

Everyone seemed to be deep in thought.

Could it be that the changes in the mist really have nothing to do with the True Martial Sect?

The Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun laughed. From the moment he appeared, he finally turned his gaze to the Daoist Longshan. His laughter carried a hint of mockery, and seemed to contain a touch of disdain.

"This Holy One is aware of it."

"The True Martial Hall's assessment is inherently unreasonable. Those nine levels of comprehension are incredibly difficult; there's no way anyone can pass them. Throughout history, countless prodigies have failed. How could you, a piece of trash who only reached the Celestial Person Realm at nearly a hundred years old, possibly pass?"

Everyone's expression changed.

Daoist Longshan is nearing a hundred years old and has reached the Celestial Person; he is already a top-tier genius. If someone like him is considered a waste, then what are they? Less than waste?

The True Martial Sect members were indignant.

But the Daoist Longshan remained calm.

"Now that the Martial Saint knows that my True Martial Sect has not received the Inheritance, may we leave?"

The Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun straightened up slightly and looked at the Daoist Longshan with a meaningful expression:

"No."

Daoist Longshan asked in a deep voice:

Why?

A sudden burst of light shot from the Crimson Sun Martial Saint's eyes, blazing like the sun, its power overwhelming, its sound vast and majestic:

"Because you disrespect this holy person."

Daoist Longshan's expression changed, as he felt an immense pressure bearing down on him. He seemed to see two great suns in the sky, one high in the horizon and the other almost within reach. The terrifying pressure caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead. He tried to circulate the power of heaven and earth to resist, but to no avail. The transformation of yin and yang was powerless against such an absolute difference in power.

"Pfft."

The Daoist Longshan turned red in the face, coughed up blood, and flew backward.

Ye Qinghe and the others caught it, and they all coughed up blood. Even the slightest aftershock was too much for them to bear. They dared not speak out in anger and could only clench their fists tightly.

Everyone held their breath.

Everyone had witnessed the overwhelming power of Daoist Longshan just now, but now he was like a child in front of Martial Saint. This made everyone understand the true value of the ancient saints. It was a crushing difference in strength, and there were even rumors that this was far from the peak of the ancient saints.

Daoist Longshan steadied himself, then spat out another mouthful of blood. His lungs and internal organs were trembling, indicating that he had suffered internal injuries.

He knew.

This was because the Crimson Sun Martial Saint didn't take him seriously at all; he was just making a casual move. Otherwise, he would have been killed in an instant. He felt a sense of powerlessness. Looking at the Luo Fu Sword Master beside him, he knew that the Crimson Sun Martial Saint was just making up an excuse. The real reason was probably to vent his anger on behalf of his newly recruited subordinate.

"The Martial Saint's lesson is correct." Daoist Longshan lowered his head.

He was of a fierce temperament, and if he were alone, he would never yield even if the opponent was Martial Saint. But now, he was accompanied by several disciples.

Ye Qinghe and He Yan's eyes were red, and they held back their tears tightly. The blood in the chests of the third-generation disciples was burning.

The Sword Master of Luofu grinned from ear to ear.

Black Fiend Blade Master and White-Browed Venerable also laughed, somewhat gleefully, but also extremely tempted. If they could join fortuitous opportunity ranks of this Crimson Sun Martial Saint, and if they were to gain his favor in the future, wouldn't they have a chance to become Martial Saint themselves?

Black Fiend Blade Master said at the opportune moment:

"Reporting to the Martial Saint, there are still members of the True Martial Sect who have not yet come out."

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint glanced over, then looked at the changes in the mist ahead, his eyes gradually showing surprise:

"Really?"

For the first time, he sat up straight, and the several stunning women beside him tactfully stopped what they were doing.

Black Fiend Blade Master tensed up. He had originally intended to use this information to his advantage, but now it seemed this information was quite important.

He quickly said:

"We would never dare to deceive the Martial Saint. There is a young Daoist priest from the True Martial Sect who is no more than twenty years old who has entered the area and has not yet emerged. The changes in this mist may be related to him."

Upon hearing this...

The members of the True Martial Sect were all furious.

The Daoist Longshan, in particular, wished he could kill him with a single glance.

They naturally knew that the Black Fiend Blade Master was referring to Ning Qi.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint clicked his tongue twice, his gaze growing increasingly astonished:

"I didn't realize your True Martial Sect had such capable people?"

Originally, I just wanted to come and see if the True Martial Hall was still the same as before, to let go of the resentment from back then, and to see if I could try the final test again. After all, the True Martial Hall is recognized as mysterious and ancient, and no one knows when this lineage was Inheritance down.

Unexpectedly, there was an additional gain. The fact that this person was able to cause such a change in the True Martial Hall indicates that he had gained a considerable amount.

Since that's the case, let's just wait.

Perhaps this offers a glimpse into the final test.

At this thought, the Crimson Sun Martial Saint felt a surge of excitement. Compared to other old monsters, his foundation was much shallower. If he could obtain the items from the True Martial Hall, he might have enough competitiveness when a great fortuitous opportunity came.

"I heard your sect has a guy called Heavenly Sword Real Person's pretty good? Has he arrived yet?" Martial Saint asked casually.

Daoist Longshan said blankly:

"Senior Tianjian's whereabouts are unpredictable; this humble Daoist knows nothing of them."

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint clicked his tongue:

"I've heard he's incredibly skilled with the Heavenly Sword. Here's what we'll do: go and summon him. If he can satisfy me, you'll be allowed to leave today, and I won't hold your offense against you."

Daoist Longshan's pupils contracted, but he did not move.

Those who knew the identity of the Heavenly Sword Real Person all had their eyes blazing with fury. Ning Qi was still inside the fog, so where could he find a Heavenly Sword Real Person? Besides, this Crimson Sun Sagacity clearly had ill intentions. Even if he did manage to summon the Heavenly Sword Real Person, what difference would it make? It would only result in more humiliation.

"Unwilling?" The Crimson Sun Martial Saint narrowed his eyes, a dangerous aura gradually rising within him.

The Daoist Longshan stood in front of the crowd, bearing the burden alone.

Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth. Under immense pressure, he felt his limbs and bones were creaking and groaning as if they were about to fall apart.

He held his head high, his eyes defiant:

"If you want to take our lives, then come at me! A dignified Martial Saint bullying the weak, aren't you afraid of being laughed at by the world!"

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint smiled.

"Still a tough nut to crack? This is going to be interesting. I've changed my mind. You're not afraid of death, are you? In that case, I'll make you watch your followers being wiped out like ants right before your eyes."

His words were casual, yet they were filled with a cold, icy chill.

The words had barely left his mouth.

A giant crimson hand materialized, grasping at Daoist Longshan with overwhelming force. It was as if a giant were an ant, the two were on completely different levels. Everyone was in awe of the Martial Saint's strength, while the True Martial Sect members were somewhat desperate.

However, no one was afraid.

Seeing the Daoist Longshan coughing up blood, everyone regretted that they were not strong enough.

"You old dog Chiyang, if there comes a day, I will surely kill you!" Ye Qinghe shouted coldly, his pupils turning blood red.

"How dare you, mere ants, rival the brilliance of the moon?" the Crimson Sun Martial Saint scoffed.

A giant hand suppresses.

Everyone held their breath.

Daoist Longshan sighed softly, never expecting that he would fall on the eve of the rise of the True Martial Sect. He had done his best, but unfortunately, the gap was simply too great.

At this moment.

A dragon's roar resounded through the sky, causing everyone's soul to tremble. They could hear boundless rage in that roar.

Everyone's eyes instinctively turned to look.

A white True Dragon burst forth from the mist, its power unparalleled and its oppressive aura suffocating. The True Dragon's arrival brought wind and rain, overturned the seas, and caused warships to sway violently. Even the Celestial Person Realm experts were horrified. With a single breath, a white True Dragon shot out, shattering the crimson giant hand that had been pressing down on the True Martial Sect members into pieces.

Chant!!

The True Dragon roared, and everyone was shocked.

But what attracted everyone's attention was the young Daoist standing atop the True Dragon's head, dressed in white, otherworldly and refined.

He remained silent, only staring coldly at the Crimson Sun Martial Saint, but for no apparent reason, everyone felt a chill run down their spines, as if a great calamity was about to befall them.

Another ancient sage?

But some people had already recognized the newcomer, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Who else could this be but the young Daoist priest from the True Martial Sect who has yet to appear?

The True Martial Sect members were incredibly excited, their bodies trembling with elation. Daoist Longshan let out a long breath, his eyes filled with satisfaction. He wasn't afraid of death, but he feared that his disciples, who were still growing strong, would die with him, which would be such a pity.

Those who knew Ning Qi's identity, such as Daoist Longshan and Ye Qinghe, were somewhat better off, but the other third-generation disciples stared wide-eyed, excited yet also filled with shock:

"Ninth Martial Uncle is actually this powerful?"

Although they didn't know Ning Qi's exact age, they knew he was very, very young.

The next moment.

The Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun answered their questions.

"Which fellow Daoist has descended?" The Crimson Sun Martial Saint with some surprise and uncertainty.

He sensed the aura of the same kind on Ning Qi's body, clearly indicating that he was also an ancient saint who had been resurrected. However, he couldn't quite figure out Ning Qi's background. From the white dragon aura beneath the young Daoist's feet, he knew that the person in front of him had extraordinary control over spiritual power. Someone with such abilities could not possibly be an unknown figure.

Ning Qi ignored him.

He rode the white dragon down in front of the True Martial Sect members, and looking at the bloodstains on Daoist Longshan's robe and his listless aura, the coldness in his eyes intensified.

He circulated his internal Gang Qi, transforming it into boundless vitality, and channeled it into Daoist Longshan's body. Like withered trees blossoming in spring, Daoist Longshan's condition recovered at a visible speed. Seeing this, Martial Saint's pupils contracted again, and several names flashed through his mind, but he rejected them one by one.

"Fellow Daoist, what an impressive air!" Chiyang Martial Saint sneered, his eyes gradually turning hostile.

Ning Qi still ignored him.

He turned to look at the others, and Ye Qinghe had already quickly recounted everything that had happened to Ning Qi.

Ning Qi listened.

His expression grew increasingly calm.

After being repeatedly ignored, the Crimson Sun Martial Saint gradually lost his patience. He was, after all, an ancient saint, and even the Great Flame Martial Saint had to treat him with courtesy. The reason he was so polite was simply because he didn't want to make enemies for no reason. However, Ning Qi's repeated ignoring of him undoubtedly made him feel that he had lost face.

"You cowardly coward..." The shout hadn't even finished.

Ning Qi made his move again.

With a wave of his hand, countless celestial swords materialized in mid-air. The moment this signature move was unleashed, everyone was stunned, and the identity of the young Daoist before them became crystal clear.

Heavenly Sword Real Person?!

But isn't Heavenly Sword Real Person supposed to be a frail old man? How could he be so young? Could this be his true identity?

Everyone was shocked.

Especially Luo Fu Sword Master, whose body couldn't help but tremble. Heavenly Sword Real Person had become a psychological shadow for him. Now that he suddenly appeared in front of him, he subconsciously moved closer to Crimson Sun Martial Saint. But the next moment, his body trembled even more violently.

In the sky above, hundreds of celestial swords were split into three.

One has its sights set on the Sword Master of Luofu, another on the Black Fiend Blade Master, and the third on the White-Browed Venerable.

In Ning Qi's heart.

All three of them deserved to die.

The undisguised murderous intent caused all three to change their expressions drastically, their eyes filled with terror. The terrifying sharpness completely threw them off balance, and the Sword Master of Luofu screamed in agony:

"Martial Saint, save me!"

The other two also rapidly approached the Crimson Sun Martial Saint.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint's expression was even more unpleasant. He didn't care about the lives of these three people, but this action undoubtedly showed that they didn't take him seriously at all, and that contempt made him furious.

"How dare you! Let's see who you are!"

He stepped out from the golden carriage, pointed, and a great sun Compass appeared on his chest, covered with many mysterious patterns that dazzled the eye, seemingly engraved with Mutant Beast.

The Compass slowly turned, its hum resounding through the sky, making everyone's hearts pound, and finally it locked onto a bird-like Mutant Beast.

The next moment.

The flames surged, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and a golden crow appeared from the Compass.

As the Golden Crow appeared, the temperature rose sharply, and the seawater was instantly evaporated, creating a huge crater—a truly magnificent sight. Three streams of true fire spewed from the Golden Crow's mouth, blocking the Heavenly Swords from three directions.

Ning Qi wants to kill him, he'll insist on saving him!

Everyone held their breath.

The two ancient sages were locked in combat, and they felt their scalps tingle with fear, knowing that one wrong move could bring them unforeseen disaster.

Ning Qi's expression remained calm and composed.

He stood in the void, his white dragon roaring and attacking, stirring up clouds and rain. Streams of water shot into the sky, forming cages to trap the true fire. Ning Qi activated the profound Lesser True Martial Seal, which had the effect of suppressing space, and the originally fierce Golden Crow True Fire was immediately blocked.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint's expression changed drastically. It was too late for him to change his move, and he could only watch helplessly as the heavenly swords pressed down upon him.

Rumble!

While the three experts on the Celestial Person Ranking are indeed powerful, they are far inferior to Ning Qi.

They were utterly powerless against the Heavenly Sword.

Heavenly Sword Washes the Earth.

Countless people were speechless, only able to stare blankly at the scene as the sea overturned, and even the seabed was ripped up.

After everything calms down.

There was no sign of the three, including the Sword Master of Luofu.

There wasn't even a trace left.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and their gazes toward the young Daoist priest were filled with deep awe.

This Heavenly Sword Real Person... what immense bloodlust!

Seeing is believing, indeed.

The silence was shattered by the furious roar of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint.

"Fine! Very well! It seems you're really going to throw away all pretenses. I don't care who you are, if you don't make a sacrifice today, others will think my Chiyang is weak and easily bullied!"

His face was so dark it looked like it could drip water, and the Compass on his chest began to spin rapidly, bursting forth with golden-red light.

Originally, his actions were merely driven by spite, but now they have become a battle for dignity.

A great sun floated in the sky, and the golden crow spread its wings, becoming increasingly ferocious. The terrifying temperature made even the Celestial Person Realm warriors sweat profusely, while the other warriors felt their mouths dry and their lives extinguished at any moment. They were only spared because they were far away, otherwise they would have instantly turned into dried corpses or even into dust.

The seawater evaporated into White Mist, White Mist was then burned away. The entire sea level continued to drop, and the surrounding seawater could not rush in. The place where the two stood actually formed a terrifying sea cave.

The scene was terrifying, and countless people were shocked by the power of the ancient saint.

But Ning Qi remained calm.

"Those who insult my teacher shall die."

His words, though seemingly casual, were filled with murderous intent. The three men he had just dealt with were merely an appetizer; the Crimson Sun Martial Saint was the true source of everything.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint before him was far inferior to the Bai Shan Daoist and the Barbarian Emperor, at most comparable to the Treasure Tree Buddha. He was already unafraid of the Treasure Tree Buddha back in True Profound Mountain, and now, after so much time has passed, his control over spiritual power has continuously improved during his experiments with the Blade Demon, further strengthening his power. Naturally, he is even less afraid of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint.

The Yu King Pearl trembled, unleashing its full power. Its white dragon scales gleamed, and its claws were chilling, as if it wanted to tear through the void.

The next moment.

The white dragon then engaged in a fierce battle with the golden crow.

Dark cracks appeared where the two spiritual beasts were fighting, and then quickly disappeared. Waves of energy shook the sky, and the surrounding forces of heaven and earth began to become disordered.

"This is an ancient sage who once appeared at Zhenxuan Mountain. I never expected him to be from the True Martial Sect! He is also the Heavenly Sword Real Person. No wonder the True Martial Sect was able to rise so quickly; it turns out they have an ancient sage as their foundation!"

Someone recognized Ning Qi as someone who had made a move on Zhenxuan Mountain and exclaimed in surprise.

They saw it.

The White Dragon was clearly superior, relentlessly beating the Golden Crow. If it weren't for the Great Sun Compass constantly channeling spiritual energy, the Golden Crow would probably have already shown signs of weakness.

Even so, it's obvious which is better.

The Crimson Sun Martial Saint's face was grim. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he exclaimed in shock and anger:

"Who exactly are you? If you were an ancient saint, you wouldn't be able to enter the True Martial Hall. Who are you?!"

He had a terrible suspicion in his mind, but he also found it inconceivable.

Ning Qi simply smiled calmly:

"A frog in a well."

The Martial Saint of the Crimson Sun turned bright red. This mockery made him extremely uncomfortable, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was really some secret he didn't know.

Ning Qi's pinching Method Formula.

Spiritual energy is unpredictable.

The so-called White Dragon and Golden Crow are actually just appearances; the deepest battle is between the two's control over spiritual power.

Having now ascertained the true nature of the Crimson Sun Martial Saint, he no longer held back.

Ning Qi's eyes were icy cold. The Crimson Sun Martial Saint had insulted his master; he deserved to die!

Even if we can't kill him now, we must remember this debt and make him pay a heavy price.

The energy within his body surged.

Ning Qi's strength has never come solely from the Yu Wang Pearl.

If we disregard those Martial Saint treasures, his true strength is far more terrifying than that of an ancient saint at this stage!

The bridge between Celestial Person and man is in operation, and the three flowers gather at the top.

Streams of heaven and earth power converged upon this chaotic environment.

Then, to everyone's astonishment...

One after another, celestial swords materialized, and compared to before, the current scene was far more terrifying. The celestial swords were as numerous as stars, densely covering the void, and their endless sharpness made even the Crimson Sun Martial Saint's eyes show disbelief.

How could he not see that this was the explosive power manifested by the pure power of heaven and earth?

Ning Qi's gaze was calm and cold.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin!"