Martial Cultivator

The sky had completely darkened. Perhaps even the heavens understood that something significant was about to happen tonight. Hence, the moon was hidden behind layers of clouds, invisible to the eye.

A gust of autumn wind blew and several figures appeared within the warden office.

At the forefront was naturally that daoist.

Standing in the courtyard, the daoist looked around and let his divine sense spread out.

The young daoist was behind him. Looking at this courtyard that was obviously just cleaned, he said with a sneer, "Indeed a fool, thinking that having the support of the Great Liang dynasty makes him impressive. After doing something like this, does he still dream of peacefully serving as warden? How ridiculous!"

The daoist frowned slightly. He wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he did not say it.

He felt rather surprised. Looking at this cleaned warden office, he thought about many things. Likely, he felt that since the warden office had been cleaned, that young man must have made up his mind to not leave. He should still be nearby. However, when he spread his divine sense out, he could not find any trace of that young man.

"Go and search in pairs, be careful."

The daoist was careful. The purple-robed daoists he brought were all at the Bitter Sea Realm. When two people joined forces, there should not be any problems.

The purple-robed daoists nodded one after another, then split up into pairs and started searching all over this warden office. Only the young daoist and the other daoist were left in the courtyard.

The young daoist glanced at the main hall, then retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Senior Brother, it's better to say fewer things."

The daoist glanced at him, seemingly unsurprised, as if he had long anticipated this young daoist's words. He just replied calmly, "I'm not the sect master's disciple, I have no ambitions for the position of the sect master either. In fact, if possible, I'd prefer to wander the mortal realm right now. I have no interest in competing with you. This time, it's only due to Sect Master's strict orders that I have no choice but to follow. I don't want you to mess things up as well. How we think is different, you want to become the sect master, but I only want to stay alive."

The daoist's candid conversation surprised the young daoist, but he quickly reacted and replied with a sincere look, "Sect Master, your prestige within the Sublime Bright Sect is quite high. If you could lend me your assistance, after I become the next sect master, there would be no need for Senior Brother to worry about anything on the mountain."

In the Sublime Bright Sect, although the young daoist had a high chance of becoming the next sect master, it was not an absolute certainty. After all, there were several senior brothers above him. Their talents might be inferior to him, but they had cultivated for a long time and their cultivation realms were not low.

There were one or two of these senior brothers who posed a significant threat to him. If this daoist in front of him was willing to take action, it would be a good thing for the young daoist.

The daoist shook his head and said, "I don't wish to get involved in this sort of thing and I won't help them either."

The daoist was deeply aware of how troublesome it would be to get swept up in this storm of succession. Hence, he had no intention of getting involved at all. He only wanted to find an excuse to wander the world, and if possible, never return to the Sublime Bright Sect again.

The young daoist wanted to say more, but the daoist had already entered the main hall.

The main hall was modest in its arrangement; there was only a wooden table. Furthermore, the paint looked like it had been flaking badly for quite some time.

The daoist glanced at the table and quickly discovered a piece of paper on it.

The daoist frowned slightly as he focused his mind. A ray of profound light manifested in front of him with incomparable brilliance.

Using this ray of profound light, the daoist picked up the paper, which only had a word written on it: "Welcome."

The daoist raised an eyebrow and felt a sense of dryness simultaneously.

For an unknown reason, that piece of paper actually ignited.

The daoist casually dropped it. Actually, even if he had held it in his hand, the trifling flames would not have posed any threat to him. Nonetheless, he still threw it away. He was somewhat absentminded, likely pondering why that young man would write this word.

Indeed, even though he had not seen that young man's handwriting before, he was almost certain that this word was that youth's work.

Because he saw the arrogance in the word.

A young man who could kill the Sublime Bright Sect's cultivators in public, and not flee afterward, would naturally be arrogant.

However, to a certain degree, this arrogance could in fact be considered foolishness.

What a foolish young man.

The daoist was immersed in thought and became somewhat absentminded.

Although he had already said that he must accomplish this task when he went down the mountain, in reality, he would still take this young man somewhat lightly. After all, the disparity between them was enormous.

Based on the previous information, Chen Chao was merely a Divine Trove martial artist. At most, he was just a martial artist who had just entered the Bitter Sea. Why would he need to pay attention to such a guy?

The daoist shook his head, somewhat perplexed.

However, he did not notice that when the burning paper fell, the ground was briefly illuminated. Turns out that there was a dark puddle on the ground that appeared to be some kind of oil.

As the paper carrying sparks fell, the entire ground ignited.

With a loud rumble, the entire main hall was engulfed in flames instantly.

Amidst the sea of fire, the daoist appeared remarkably composed. He observed everything around him being consumed by the flames, yet he struggled to comprehend why this fire started.

Why did that youth set this up?

Could it be that he wanted to test whether such a massive fire could burn a Great Beyond Realm cultivator to death?

The daoist shook his head and walked towards the door.

Ordinary flames like these, forget about whether it could harm him, it probably could not even set his daoist robe ablaze.

He still had not noticed that just as he was heading out, that wooden table also started burning.

The fire raged intensely and the table had long been engulfed in flames. This ought to be a very ordinary fire. However, at this moment, two terrifying auras suddenly emerged from under the wooden table.

Underneath that wooden table, there had always been two talismans!

Those were two fire talismans.

The daoist furrowed his brow slightly, he felt the heat emanating from behind him too. He suddenly turned around and caught sight of the two fire dragons within the flames!

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The fiery glow in the main hall was clearly visible from the courtyard outside. However, the young daoist did not feel inclined to investigate. He just watched this scene coldly, thinking that if this blaze could incinerate that daoist inside to death, then so be it.

Someone who could not be of any use to him, what worth did they hold even if they were alive?

In that case, why don't you just die?

However, he was also well aware that this senior brother of his was not an ordinary character either. It was likely that the raging fire would not be enough to completely end him either.

The young daoist shook his head, feeling a hint of regret.

But right at this moment, a tragic cry suddenly came from a building to the east.

The young daoist furrowed his brows, his figure suddenly dissipating. The next time he reappeared, he had already arrived somewhere in the eastern section. Then, he saw a dead body that was currently lying peacefully at his feet.

It was a daoist wearing purple robes.

Clearly, he was one of the daoists brought down from the mountain.

He was dead.

The young daoist cast a glance at the situation around, finding no second corpse. He furrowed his brows and cursed coldly, "What a fool."

The daoist was already deceased and could no longer speak at this moment. Naturally, he could not offer any retorts either. However, if he were still alive, he would definitely have plenty that he wanted to say.

Narrowing his eyes, the young daoist squatted down and closely examined the wounds on the purple-robed daoist's body. The chest had been pierced by a sharp weapon, taking his life with one strike. Even though it was his opponent, the young daoist could not help but commend the boldness of the youth who attacked.

Rising to his feet, the young daoist smiled faintly and said, "A little interesting, a martial artist who uses a saber?"

Then, he headed toward the exit.

Right at this moment, a second tragic cry sounded out too.

The young daoist's figure dissipated once more.

He saw a corpse in the courtyard.

Another purple-robed daoist.

"I saw him!"

Someone shouted loudly. At the same time, an immense surge of qi burst forth and just happened to strike the beam of a house.

That seemingly solid beam was instantly shattered. Then, the entire house began collapsing right away. In just an instant, it became ruins.

The purple-robed daoists who heard the sound arrived here one after another, each taking a strategic position, forming an encirclement.

Everyone was waiting in full battle-array.

In the next instant, a figure dashed out from the ruins. But in just a second, it was struck by several streams of qi.

With a splutter, that figure instantly exploded.

The young daoist frowned.

"It's fake!"

Someone suddenly realized, shouting loudly.

However, he was still a step too late.

Underneath the eaves of a building, a swift figure flashed out, a glint of saber light in his hand flashing as it aimed directly at a purple-robed daoist whose back was facing him.

The young daoist swiftly closed in on that figure.

However, he was still a step too late.

The purple-robed daoist's reaction was too slow, and they were stabbed through the back, dying on the spot.

However, at the same time, the young daoist had already reached that figure's rear, striking out with a palm.

A rush of wind accompanied the strike.

But that figure positioned his saber horizontally in front of him in an instant.

The young daoist's palm landed on the saber, causing it to tremble incessantly.

That figure was naturally Chen Chao.

It was just that due to the impact of the blow, Chen Chao had not choice but to fall back and stumbled into the courtyard.

The rest of the purple-robed daoists immediately closed in.

Meanwhile, that daoist also emerged from the inferno.

His current appearance could not be considered intact. Half of his eyebrows were singed and even his daoist robe was slightly damaged.

Although somewhat bedraggled, it was clearly not unacceptable.

The daoist turned to the young man who was now surrounded in the courtyard, a fierce glint flashing across his eyes.