Cosmic-Level Demon God
Chapter 187 - 133 The First Whetstone, Can It Kill Them? (7K)

Chapter 187: Chapter 133 The First Whetstone, Can It Kill Them? (7K)

Turns out Master wants to go fishing.

Yu Weiwei secretly sighed in relief. She had just returned from Hai Province and hurried to the Tai’an Metropolitan Area from Central City.

It was because she learned from Xiao Ren that Master had relocated the Daoist school and taken in a closed-door disciple.

She worried that the tragedy of her second senior brother Shen Changyuan would happen again!

"Master, you must take care of your health."

Yu Weiwei said softly.

The biggest deterrence the master of a Daoist school has against official or other forces lies in wielding weapons and wearing armor!

From the Old Era to the New Age, the Martial Arts Path is the only thing that remains entirely intact.

It is the violence that can flip the table anytime, anywhere!

Even the Planet Governor, no matter how high and mighty, has little means to stop a Grandmaster Level individual driving the Divine Machine and wielding the Divine Weapon.

In the ancient times of the Empire, there are even records of the top-notch Grandmasters single-handedly slaughtering the Forbidden Army and decapitating the Emperor.

Before the Republic was established, the last Emperor, who held the power of treaty-making, was assassinated during an imperial expedition, bleeding on the Yinghuo Ancient Star in front of countless witnesses.

This is the true reason for the dread surrounding the weaponry licenses.

Everyone who possesses one could become the most destabilizing factor and the person most worthy of fear — "the invincible one."

"I still have a few years left to live, at least I can hold on until that boy steps onto the Star Cup and witness him defeating all his competitors in the youth division."

The white-haired old man smiled cheerfully, yet his increasingly emaciated and frail body already signified that this Grandmaster, who was a peer to the ten heroes of the first generation, does not have much time left.

"Master, the highest research institute in Imperial Capital has been pushing the ’Immortality Project’ for a whole millennium. Just wait a bit longer, maybe they’ll find something..."

Sadness surged in Yu Weiwei’s heart. She hoped Master would face the end without regrets, rather than harboring relentless bitterness.

"The highest research institute is no different from the Martial Arts Association or the Education Department. It’s not a pure land, it can’t avoid sects and power struggles. What kind of person is Jiang Qianliu? A member of the academic committee, an honorary academician! Yet he is still crushed to the point of suffocation. The Immortality Project is a big pit. Before Yan Tongxuan passed away, he specifically advised against deep exploration of the Netherworld. Humanity has already paid a terrible price for its curiosity and ignorant arrogance."

The white-haired old man sneered:

"But that group of scholars, and the higher-ups, when did they ever believe? Before He Lanchan passed away, he said, ’I transcend the sea of suffering, and non-existence is better than existence.’ This completely convinced me. If we martial artists cannot see through life and death, then we have practiced in vain. What if you walk a path until death? What if you can’t get through ahead? Clinging to the permanence of stone and rotting wood, Yan Haishan and Ning Yuanhai would never refuse the generous offers from the Four Pillars."

Yu Weiwei sighed lightly. Master’s stubbornness can be said to be the pride and persistence of the generation of the ten heroes.

Since the establishment of the Dongxia Republic, it has continually decrypted technology and unearthed history related to the "ancestors" of the Empire era.

Immortality is a beautiful vision, but truly extending life for one person is not difficult.

Bear in mind, many of the nine Marshals are still alive to this day.

It is said that their bodies are preserved in Celestial Crystal Coffins forged from Divine Origin, ready to awaken at any time and overlook Dongxia once more.

"How does Master plan to use the junior disciple to bait the big fish?"

Yu Weiwei changed the topic, knowing her master’s determination through countless life events, moved by no one.

"Just wait for them to come. He Lanchan’s Martial God legacy, the favor of the Four Pillars, underage aiming for Specialized Level, preparing for the Star Cup... any of these factors alone might not alarm the Education Department, but together, they should stir them up."

The white-haired old man chuckled, eyes filled with strong anticipation.

...

...

Central City, Jiangbei District, in the quietest area, there is a small four-story red building.

Various official cars or luxury sedans are often seen parked in and out, quite eye-catching.

Over time, it sparked various speculations.

Some say it is a high-standard private club for meeting big bosses;

Others say it is a salon venue for hosting distinguished guests and serving the upper class;

Still others say it’s a holiday property for a retired old official from Imperial Capital or Hai Province.

All sorts of speculation abound.

In the afternoon, at 5:07 PM.

A government car with Education Department license plate drove blatantly into that small red building.

Cui Zhi, carrying a briefcase, slowly got out of the car. Ten minutes later, he appeared in the reception room on the third floor.

He turned off the terminal branded with the Divine Machine Emblem and placed it on the table, quietly waiting for the owner of this place.

After about three to five minutes, the sound of footsteps echoed — the sound of leather shoes on wooden flooring.

A thick door was pushed open, and a young man dressed smartly, wearing glasses, appeared.

"Secretary Cui, sorry for the wait. I took a call from Imperial Capital just now, and lost track of time, my apologies."

The young man was courteous, smiling gently, and gestured for the standing Cui Zhi to sit down.

The latter displayed a sense of anxiety. By rights, he rode in an Education Department’s official car and was called secretary, his level shouldn’t be low, yet facing the young man in his mid-twenties, he seemed cautiously deferential.

"Young Mr. Ying."

Cui Zhi lowered his head respectfully, choosing his words:

"The Education Department just received news. The SSS teaching materials lost more than ten years ago have now been recovered."

The young man asked in astonishment:

"He Lanchan’s ’Void Meditation Technique’? The Inspection Department found it?"

Cui Zhi nodded. The young man sensed something from his hesitant demeanor and asked again:

"According to protocol, this teaching material was He Lanchan’s support to Heng Province Martial Arts Association and should be returned to your Education Department; no one can dispute that. Did you run into trouble?"