Chapter 293: Saints cannot be insulted, means comparable to those of the Great Sage? Judgement of the Sage
"Master is a man of good fortune. He must have some extraordinary qualities to have survived thousands of years of crusades. Master, you don't have to worry about him."
"When we descend upon the vast land of Kyushu, Master will be able to reunite with Master Uncle and fulfill his wish."
Next to the old man in the brown robe stood a young man.
He looks to be in his early twenties, but his cultivation level is quite impressive, and there's even a hint of a saintly aura about him.
Of course, his real age couldn't be that high. It was obvious that he had some secret to keep his youthful appearance. His real age was actually thousands of years older.
"What Senior Brother said is correct. Master misses Uncle so much, we will meet sooner or later, why rush it now?"
Another man wearing golden armor and with strands of regular fragments flowing all over his body, laughed. His hair was very bright, with a golden color, so golden that it was as dazzling as the sun.
"Master, please have some tea."
Another younger boy in a white robe, who looked less than 20 years old, tactfully brought the fairy tea with steam rising from it to the old man in the brown robe.
"Haha, it feels like a lifetime ago. You won't understand this feeling and feeling..."
The old man in brown robe shook his head and smiled, picked up the fairy tea, took a sip, and spoke in a leisurely tone with emotion.
He was the founder of the Wusheng Palace and was revered as the Wusheng by the world.
In his life, he had accepted nine disciples, each of whom had outstanding qualifications and talents.
Under his guidance, the eldest disciple has even survived nine heavenly tribulations and is only one step away from reaching the holy realm.
The rest of the disciples are also very outstanding. The last disciple to join the sect is now also the successor of the Martial Saint Palace. He is extremely talented. The great changes in the heaven and earth a few days ago and the convergence of spiritual energy made him suddenly realize and break through, entering the eighth realm.
It can be said that the young apprentice's demeanor has surpassed him at that time.
As long as the young disciple is given time, his future achievements will surely surpass those of a saint.
The Wusheng Palace will surely achieve greater glory.
"After I reunited with my senior brother, I used the Mysterious Heaven Jade Dew Marrow to help him practice. With my senior brother's talent, I believe he will be able to recover to the state of a saint soon."
"By then, my Martial Saint Palace will have two saints in charge. Although my eldest disciple's cultivation is relatively shallow, he is only one step away from becoming a saint..."
"If I get another chance in the vast land of Kyushu, I may be able to break into the Saint Realm ahead of time, and the Three Saints will appear in the sky..."
The Martial Saint was full of longing. The Immortal Dao Alliance occupied such a big piece of fat meat, so he was naturally very jealous.
However, he knew that he was no match for Li Ran of the Taiyi Sect. Unless he could find the Star Martial Secret Vault, obtain the treasures contained therein, and further his cultivation, he would be able to compete with him.
This time, the migration came to the vast land of Jiuzhou, in addition to looking for senior brother Blood Immortal Ancestor, there is another big reason, which is because of the Star Martial Secret Vault.
Soon, one after another huge immortal warships sped across the endless sea, quickly approaching the vast land of Kyushu. There were strong winds along the way and the momentum was so great that all the merchant ships passing by avoided and retreated.
The Martial Saint Palace, which was used to being domineering overseas, didn't care about those casual repair cargo ships at all. Moreover, this was a true saint's journey, who dared to stop it? The tribes and sects along the way didn't dare to be angry or speak out.
Only after seeing the huge fleet sailing away did they dare to stand up and shout loudly to vent their dissatisfaction.
"These Taoist forces from overseas are too arrogant."
"I heard that this is a sect ruled by a saint. The saint himself is on the huge immortal ship in the middle."
"Keep your voice down. Be careful not to be overheard. Saints are omnipotent. If you talk in secret, people will sense it..."
"Can a saint not follow the rules? Isn't it obvious that you don't take the rules set by the Immortal Dao Alliance seriously? What's wrong with saying something?"
Someone snorted.
"Haha, it seems that Master has just arrived and his reputation is not well known, so even those rotten fish and shrimp dare to make irresponsible remarks."
On the giant Xiandao ship, a man wearing golden armor and with hair as golden as gold suddenly smiled, but his expression was a little cold.
Even though they were thousands of miles apart, how could they not hear the conversations of those casual cultivators? The Martial Saint closed his eyes slightly and sat casually on the square chair, as if he didn't care about the discussions.
"Second Brother, calm down. They are just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp. How can they disturb Master's interest and affect Master's mood? I, your junior brother, will handle it."
"My Martial Saint Palace has suppressed the Black Death Sea for thousands of years. Who wouldn't be afraid of it? I've just arrived and my reputation is not well-known, so it's time for me to establish my authority..."
The young man in white robe stepped forward and volunteered, bowing and speaking, but there was pride in his eyes and he was eager to try.
After all, he was young and energetic, and had just arrived in China. His reputation had not yet spread, unlike when he was overseas, so he urgently needed a battle to prove his strength and talent.
"When the young leader of the Immortal Dao Alliance broke into the eighth realm, he was already in his twenties. I am only nineteen years old now. In terms of cultivation speed, I am not worse than him."
The young man in white robe actually has a comparative goal in his mind. In his opinion, as long as he has enough opportunities and luck, his future achievements will not necessarily be lower than Jiang Lan's.
No matter how vast and boundless the Chinese land is, there shouldn't be any freak or monster like him who has achieved the eighth realm before the age of twenty.
"Well, let Junior Brother Bai Qi teach them a lesson and let them know that a saint cannot be insulted..."
The martial saint's eldest disciple also spoke with a cold tone. Even he felt a little unhappy. When a saint travels, there must be a grand ceremony. How many saints are there in the world? How dare someone make up stories and talk behind their backs? It can be said that those guys don't take a saint seriously at all.
After all, the Martial Saint is proud of his status and would not personally teach those guys a lesson, but as their disciples, they naturally don't have so many requirements.
"Yes, Senior Brother. Junior Brother understands."
Upon hearing this, the white-robed young man named Bai Qi grinned, and immediately turned into a white rainbow, left the immortal ship, and rushed towards the several wandering cultivators on the island.
After a moment, a thick blood light rose into the sky, and the island became completely silent, without any sign of life.
"The people from the Martial Saint Palace are too powerful. They just talked a few words behind the scenes, but they actually wiped out all the tribes on an island..."
Some monks not far away felt a chill on their backs, and their whole bodies were trembling as they looked at the blood cloud rising into the sky.
"The Martial Saint Palace is on the move, all outsiders please leave immediately."
The young man in white robe was holding a blood-stained long tasseled spear, standing in the sky, pointing diagonally to the south. His originally handsome face seemed even colder and indifferent because of the splattered blood.
The thoughts and gazes that were watching from all directions were all trembling because of his aura, and then they quickly retreated, fearing that they would bring disaster upon themselves.
The young man in white robe was very satisfied with the situation. This was exactly the effect he wanted, otherwise he would not be able to intimidate people.
Soon, the news of the arrival of the Martial Saint Palace spread rapidly inland along with the destruction of several overseas islands, causing waves and sensations of varying degrees in the land of Kyushu.
Many immortal sects were alarmed.
A saint from overseas is about to descend upon the land of Kyushu.
Many forces have already made preparations to welcome it. You know, there are only three or four saints in the land of Jiuzhou. At this special juncture, if there can be one more saint, it will naturally make everyone more confident.
As there are more and more "spokespersons" from outside the world, all kinds of rumors and news have also appeared, saying that the army from outside the world is gathering and planning to conquer the world. Next, the land of Kyushu will usher in endless blood and fire, and war and turmoil will be the eternal melody.
The emergence of these rumors caused panic in many places, fearing that a war would break out.
In the minds of many monks and creatures, saints are like gods in heaven.
But now we know that outside that vast world, there is a supreme being whose power and means far exceed those of a saint.
If such a supreme being were to attack, who could withstand it?
At this time, the more saints there are in the world, the safer everyone will feel.
Therefore, even after learning that the Martial Saint Palace's style of action was somewhat aggressive and arrogant, and even destroyed some ethnic groups that were disrespectful to it along the way, many people also expressed their understanding that saints should not be humiliated.
On that day, the pier near the Endless Sea was crowded with people. Many high-ranking officials from ethnic groups and families arrived on their divine chariots and cloud boats, waiting there for the arrival of the Martial Saint Palace.
The next day, Ge Qixing, who had disappeared for a long time, also appeared in the crowd along with Xue Wuchen and others.
The former Palace Master of the Goddess Palace, Lou Taki, also followed him, but both of them used secret methods to conceal their true appearance and did not want to reveal their identities.
This place was crowded with people, and in the sky, there were clouds and mist surging, and the rays of light blooming. A phoenix was pulling a divine chariot across the sky, and an ancient species was pulling a golden chariot to greet them. There were also handsome and exotic beasts, puffing out clouds and mist, surrounded by wind and thunder, and crackling sounds.
"Legalist?"
"Lei family? Yu family? Hong family..."
"I didn't expect that all these hidden families would show up. Is the old man on the purple bronze chariot the chief elder of the Fa family?"
"Even the head of the Hong family came in person..."
Many monks and living beings were shocked when they saw this scene.
These big shots can cause a big earthquake with just a stomp of their feet. They can never be seen or contacted on a normal day.
But now they are all gathered here, waiting for the arrival of the Martial Saint from the Martial Saint Palace.
However, some cultivators noticed a strange scene. Logically, when a saint arrived, there would definitely be a reaction from the Immortal Alliance, but in the end, there was no movement at all.
Not even any high-ranking members of the Immortal Dao Alliance were seen here.
What does this mean? Could it be that a saint is no longer taken seriously by the Immortal Alliance? "What's going on?"
"I have a bad feeling..."
Xue Wuchen frowned. He also noticed that the Xiandao Alliance did not send anyone to greet them.
This is very wrong.
Boom! Boom! The waves crashed against the sky. In the sky, accompanied by a huge momentum that crushed the void, a huge immortal ship surrounded by rosy clouds slowly descended, hanging high above the dock, casting a terrifying black shadow, just like a continent, making people feel palpitating.
"We respectfully welcome the Martial Saint."
"Welcome to the Martial Saint..."
Looking at such a huge creature, many monks and creatures couldn't help but feel awe and wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
Afterwards, the head of an unknown family took the lead in shouting, followed by an overwhelming wave of welcoming voices, resounding in the sky.
"Haha, you see what I said was right. If you don't establish your authority, how can you be feared by others? These guys are quite sensible and have been waiting here for a long time."
"When our Master travels, how can there be little pomp and ceremony?"
The blond man on the Xiandao giant ship smiled when he saw this.
However, the young man next to him frowned, as if he had noticed something.
At this time, the Martial Saint slowly opened his eyes and stood up from the square chair.
He was not very tall, but as he walked forward, an invisible aura emanated from the world, as if the place where he stood was the center of the world, and everything revolved around him.
"What does the Immortal Dao Alliance mean?"
“Master has arrived, but no one comes to greet him?” The young man had noticed something and his eyes instantly darkened.
"That's really too much."
Bai Qi, a young man in white robe, was young and energetic. He could not stand this humiliation. In his opinion, the Immortal Dao Alliance did not value the Martial Saint Palace. When a saint came in person, no one came to greet him?
Where are the leader and deputy leader of the Immortal Dao League? "It seems that someone wants to show off his power to me."
The Martial Saint stepped forward, his voice calm, as if he had expected this.
As he finished speaking, everyone here felt a terrifying, oppressive aura sweeping over them. They couldn't help but tremble, their legs shook, and their spines felt like they were about to collapse.
The sky changed color in an instant. It was bright daytime, but it suddenly became dark. The entire celestial scene changed.
To be precise, it was not the celestial phenomenon that changed, but a huge hand that was far larger than the giant immortal warship appeared above the sky. Shrouded in clouds and mist, it slowly reached down and grabbed the Martial Saint standing in the middle.
This scene was too shocking. Compared to this huge hand, the huge immortal warship next to it looked like a child’s playing house toy, extremely small and could be squeezed to pieces at any time.
"How dare you..."
The Martial Saint's face changed and he became furious. He thought that the Immortal Dao Alliance would try to intimidate him, but he didn't expect the other party's attitude to be so direct and contemptuous.
The man disappeared, and he stretched out his big hand to grab him. What did he think of him with this attitude? He was a saint, and saints should not be insulted.
But the next moment, the Martial Saint's expression changed again, with a look of horror, fear and disbelief.
He unexpectedly found himself unable to move, as if suppressed by an unimaginably powerful will. Even the vast and boundless magical powers of a saint could not be used.
The wind was howling, the void was tearing apart, and a huge hand reached down from the sky and easily grabbed the giant immortal warship. Then all the runes burst into brilliant light, like short-lived fireworks, and then exploded with a bang, and it was directly crushed to pieces.
"What……"
The waves on the sea subsided, and all the monks and creatures who came to the dock to greet the Martial Saint were stunned by this scene.
No matter whether it was the great elders or the heads of the various hidden families, they could not believe their eyes. They felt a chill on their backs, and it was cold even in broad daylight.
This is a saint, how could he be killed by just one hand? Could it be that the Saint King Li Ran of Taiyi Sect took action? "Ahem... "
Suddenly, a coughing sound was heard from the exploded Immortal Dao warship, along with fragments of internal organs that were sprayed out and splashed down in the air.
The figure of the Martial Saint appeared among them, but at this moment half of his arm was broken, and his brown robe was covered in blood. He looked extremely embarrassed, and his aura was extremely decadent, and he no longer had the same demeanor as before.
There was shock, fear, and disbelief in his eyes.
"Great... Great Sage?"
His voice trembled as he looked at where the big hand was reaching out.
He was very confident in his own strength. Even though there was a huge gap between the Saint King and the Saint, it was impossible for him to be suppressed by his aura alone so that he couldn't even think of resisting.
This is definitely a method that surpasses that of a Saint King, and it is very likely that this person is a Great Sage.
Only the Great Sage could kill a saint with just one slap.
In fact, he had already felt that the other party was completely capable of killing him, but he took back most of his strength in an instant.
Behind the Martial Saint, the white-robed young man Bai Qi had a dull and pale face, and his eyes were full of fear.
He watched with his own eyes as several of his fellow brothers exploded one after another, turning into bloody mist, leaving nothing behind.
If he had not been close to his master and been protected by him in time, he would probably have ended up like his other brothers and died tragically on the spot.
At this moment, everyone was in shock.
Xue Wuchen and Ge Qixing felt their scalps tingling and they felt cold from head to toe. Ge Qixing had dealt with Jiang Lan many times, so the moment the aura appeared just now, he knew that it was Jiang Lan who took action.
Jiang Lan had just become a saint, but he already possessed strength comparable to that of the Great Sage?
Ge Qixing felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand. The thing he regretted most in his life was to go against Jiang Lan.
This kind of monster that is beyond common sense and unimaginable is simply beyond the ability of human power to contend with.
Xue Wuchen's face was also completely bloodless and extremely pale. Jiang Lan had now grown to a point that he dared not even think about.
He actually wanted to rely on his junior brother to make a comeback?
"Once you enter the Immortal Dao League, you must abide by its rules. Whether you are a saint or a mortal, if you disobey the rules, this will be your fate."
At this time, a male voice was heard lightly from the depths of the sky. It was very ethereal, as if the person who was speaking was right in front of him, or as if he was sitting cross-legged in the depths of time and space, echoing and resounding.
“Yes… yes…”
Wu Sheng's face turned pale and he quickly responded, his attitude becoming extremely respectful. He never expected that Jiang Lan would be so evil.
Before coming to Jiuzhou Haotu, although he had heard various rumors and achievements about Jiang Lan, he regarded him as a young man with terrifying talent...
Who knew that his strength would be so unbelievable.
As for the so-called rules, they are not set by humans. Jiang Lan is stronger than him, so naturally whatever he says is right.
It’s just a pity for all his disciples. Not a single one of them escaped the disaster. They were all crushed to death by Jiang Lan’s palm just now.
"Master...Master, this...this person is Jiang Lan?"
When the white-robed young man Bai Qi heard the young man's voice, he guessed his identity. He was shaking all over, and the fear in his eyes seemed to be turning into reality.
He always believed in his heart that his future achievements would not necessarily be lower than Jiang Lan's...
But reality told him that this was just a pipe dream.
The Martial Saint's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead. He slapped the white-robed boy in the face and scolded him, "You can't call him by this name..."
The young man in white robe was his most valued disciple. Just now, he even spared no effort to help him block the palm strike. Otherwise, he would have turned into blood mist like the other disciples.
However, just as he finished cursing, the young man in white robe seemed to be swept by a glance, and then exploded with a bang, leaving blood all over his face.
"At such a young age, he enjoys killing. Many tribes have been annihilated by him along the way."
From the depths of the sky, a faint voice was heard again, as if the Emperor of Heaven was in charge of criminal law and ruling the world.
"Yes, this bad disciple deserves death. He deserves it..."
The Martial Saint's scalp was tingling at this moment, and he didn't dare to say anything more. He almost ignored the majesty of the Saint and knelt down to kowtow.
"According to the rules of the Immortal Dao League, if a saint makes a mistake, he should be punished as a mortal. Martial Saint, can you plead guilty?"
The ethereal voice sounded again.
The Martial Saint was startled at first, then gritted his teeth and said, "I admit that I violated the rules of the Immortal Dao Alliance first, and I will let the Immortal Dao Alliance deal with me..."
He felt that Jiang Lan had murderous intentions.
If I don't surrender today, I might really die here and become the first saint to fall after the great changes in heaven and earth.
The next moment, heaven and earth hummed, as if the Tao was manifesting. Chains of rules and order fell down and wrapped around the Martial Saint's limbs, sealing him there and making him unable to move.
In the sky, clouds and mist were gushing out, and the rhythm of Tao was converging. It seemed that a magnificent, ancient and real portal had opened, and the chains of rules were dragging the Martial Saint and sending him into it.
From beginning to end, the Martial Saint did not dare to struggle or resist.
"Judge the Saint..."
Seeing this scene, all the monks and living beings were shocked and could not recover for a long time.
Xue Wuchen and Ge Qixing mixed in the crowd, wanting to take the opportunity to leave, but from deep in the sky, there seemed to be a pair of eyes watching them, locking them firmly.
The next moment, they felt that the space and time around them seemed to have suddenly frozen, and the whole person was completely separated from it, no longer belonging to the original world.
The sounds of the wind, the chatter, and the distant crashing of the waves all disappeared.
Jiang Lan, with his hands slightly behind his back, appeared in front of the two of them.
(End of this chapter)
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