Dominating Martial King
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540: Chapter 268: Sanping Hermit (Please Subscribe)_5 540: Chapter 268: Sanping Hermit (Please Subscribe)_5 Therefore, Uncle Qingxuzi did not recall the Blood Vengeance Envoys from all over the world and was still deploying substantial resources to seek the true “Blood Vengeance Saint Chosen.” However, you should not neglect your duties either, just take care of things normally.”

In fact, what Jian Cangfeng wanted to say was that it would be enough to watch Chu Xisheng closely, and there was no need to pay too much attention to the so-called “Blood Vengeance Holy Transmission.”

However, he couldn’t say it directly, so he could only use Qingxuzi’s name as a pretext to remind him.

“Does that mean this person is likely a fake?”

Zong Sanping showed a look of sudden understanding, then helplessly said, “The sect has really put me in a difficult position this time.

How important is the Blood Vengeance Saint Transmission?

I don’t know how many people are watching, and I’m not sure if I can protect it all the way,”

But Jian Cangfeng was not too concerned, “This task is only suited for you.

You are the Pingtian Saint Inheritor, capable of Second Grade combat power near this ship.

The four Daoist attendants under your command are also skilled, each possessing Fourth Grade combat power, so you shouldn’t encounter any trouble along the way.

If it really comes to it, you can remotely request the ‘Pingtian Saint Sword’.”

Zong Sanping considered that he wasn’t afraid of fighting; he was worried that a fight would damage his own ship.

Would the sect compensate him afterward?

Even if they did, it would delay his business for several months.

He shook his head, looking curiously at Jian Cangfeng, “I noticed Junior Sister Ye didn’t seem to talk much with you.

You have such a great opportunity being so close to her at Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall, and yet there was no progress?”

The round, plump face of Jian Cangfeng immediately showed a lack of interest, and he said gruffly, “Can we not talk about this?”

The topic made him feel frustrated.

Actually, two months ago, the relationship between him and his fellow disciples was quite warm.

But since he had inquired about Ye Zhiqiu’s feelings, and Ye Zhiqiu had told him that while he was a good person, he was not her type, the relationship between the disciples had become strained once again.

Ye Zhiqiu no longer bothered with him.

Upon hearing this, Zong Sanping chuckled, “That’s your own doing, hiding too deeply.

If Junior Sister Ye knew your character, your talents and gifts, how could she not grant you favor?”

But Jian Cangfeng shook his head unpersuaded, “You don’t understand Junior Sister Ye’s temperament.

Don’t be fooled by her having filed down her sharp edges; deep down, she is still proud and unwilling to rely on others.

She even refuses to accept some of the gifts I’ve offered.

“She knew I was ordinary, without power or influence, and was willing to socialize with me.

Knowing I am the Double Saint Inheritor, she would only distance herself further.

Have you seen her trying to curry favor with anyone high-ranking in the sect?

She is dedicated only to cultivation.”

Zong Sanping furrowed his brow, realizing this was indeed the case, and spoke with a hint of sympathy, “Then you really have a tough time.

I’ve already had a banquet prepared, and later you and I should drink a pot as brothers.”

Jian Cangfeng immediately demurred, “Not appropriate.

I am the host here; I have already arranged the banquet.”

The expenses were covered by Lei Yuan, the head of Zhengyang Martial Arts Hall.

He was eagerly awaiting the arrival of Hermit Sanping.

The look on Zong Sanping’s face was mocking, “Forget it!

What good food could you possibly have in Xiushui County?

As for Lei Yuan, have him come up to see me later.”

He then fixed his gaze on Jian Cangfeng, “After we drink, let’s have a good fight.

I want to know how far your Pingtian Sword and Measuring Heaven Sword have progressed?”

Jian Cangfeng smiled wryly.

When he learned that Zong Sanping was coming to Xiushui County to find him, he knew this was inevitable.

Unless he satisfied Zong Sanping with a good fight, he knew the man would not leave Xiushui County.

Meanwhile, Lu Luanti, who was walking inside the ship’s cabin, was speaking with a hint of annoyance, “That Zong Sanping is really as rumored, arrogant and looking down on everyone!

He’s just a Super Heavenly Pillar, what right does he have to look down on you?”

Chu Xisheng, however, did not take much notice.

It wasn’t that Zong Sanping was looking down on him; he simply wasn’t paying attention, not taking things to heart.

There probably weren’t many people or things in this world that could make him care or take seriously.

Without having shown anything to make Zong Sanping take notice, why would he expect to be regarded highly?

Besides, he had taken advantage of a convenient ride and even accepted a gift upon meeting; it was only right to be grateful.

Chu Xisheng was more curious about Lu Luanti.

He turned around and asked, “Are you truly planning to go north with me this time?

Not worrying about the God-defying Flagpole or the Lie King’s Treasure?”

Lu Luanti’s expression turned helpless with a trace of conflict, “I’ll let it go.

Father said that cultivation is more important.

If the God-defying Flagpole and Lie King’s Treasure can’t be found, so be it.

Advancing to Fifth Grade quickly and achieving the ‘Great Ming King Wheel’ is the priority.

Anyway, since the Rebellion Banner has reached the Northern regions, the court won’t be able to obtain the complete Defying God Flag, so there shouldn’t be a big problem.”

She then cast a covert glance at Bai Xiaozhao and Ji Qianqian.

Lu Luanti would not admit that her firm decision to go north was driven by external forces.

Chu Xisheng chuckled to himself, thinking that Lu Luanti had finally managed to escape the trap.

Poor Jian Cangfeng and others like Wang Zheng and Xiaang Kui would have to continue staying in Xiushui County.

At that moment, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked ahead at a person blocking the path.

It was a black-robed middle-aged man, about forty, with hair that was a mix of black and white and a face as if chiseled by ax and chisel, with an exceptionally broad and upright nose.

His attire was sloppy and casual, indicating a person who paid little attention to his appearance.

The man was staring at Chu Xisheng and the saber hanging at his waist, his eyes growing sharper and sharper.

“This is the Golden Jade Marriage Sabers I forged!”

He raised his head, his eyes bulging slightly as he stared at Chu Xisheng: “You’ve got some nerve, not fearing death.”