Dominating Martial King
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551: Chapter 271: Blood Vengeance Saint (Please Subscribe)_4 551: Chapter 271: Blood Vengeance Saint (Please Subscribe)_4 Accordingly, if the materials Chu Xisheng found were of exceptional quality, there was hope that this pair of blades could advance to the upper ranks of the Fourth Grade, or even approach the Third Grade.

However, Chu Xisheng could not accept it, as for an Artifact Master like Li Tiangong, refining a Magic Artifact for someone would result in an income of ten thousand or even several hundred thousand Demon Silver.

But after searching Li Tiangong’s person and the cabin for a long time, he didn’t find a single Silver Coin.

Only then did he believe that this world-renowned ‘Strange Blade Demon Craftsman’ was actually a pauper.

However, Li Tiangong defended himself vigorously, saying, did his cultivation cost no money?

Did equipping himself with a set of defensive Magic Artifacts cost no money?

Did honing his refining skills cost no money?

Did courting the Thousand Leaves Fairy’s favor cost no money?

Chu Xisheng really wanted to strip off the few Magic Artifacts on Li Tiangong’s body.

This guy, being a Fifth-grade Martial Cultivator, actually had average combat strength, relying entirely on a body of excellent Magic Artifacts and War Maps to hold his ground.

However, after some thought, Chu Xisheng still gave up this idea and only coerced Li Tiangong into writing a debt note for 300,000 taels of Demon Silver.

According to an interest rate of ‘nine out for thirteen returned’, if it was not repaid within three months, the debtor would be thrown into the river.

And just as Li Tiangong was writing the debt note with immense bitterness in his heart, the Pingtian Ship they were on shuddered slightly and began to slide forward.

The affair of Zhu Kongming’s challenge seemed to have diminished Sanping Hermit’s interest in reuniting with Jian Cangfeng.

He stayed in Xiushui County for only about half a day before setting off early, propelling this huge airship to glide northward.

The following days were indeed peaceful and tranquil.

Initially, Chu Xisheng was quite fascinated with the airship.

He dragged Lu Luanti along, with Bai Xiaozhao tagging along above him, and toured around the ship, taking in the exotic Western sceneries.

However, it didn’t take long for Chu Xisheng to feel bored.

Although the Pingtian Ship was large, it was still far from matching the scale of modern cruise liners.

The ship was always floating in the high sky, with surroundings that were nothing but a blanket of white clouds and blue sky, and the scenery never changed.

The upper deck was also very cold, covered with a thick layer of Cold Ice.

Chu Xisheng shifted his focus to cultivation soon after, closing his door to everyone else.

However, Senior Brother Sanping seemed to have taken an interest in him, seeking him out several times in the subsequent days.

They talked about everything under the sun and discussed Martial Arts.

Most of the time, though, it was Zong Sanping who spoke, offering guidance on the Three-Phases Martial Intent and the Formless Skill, bringing considerable insight to Chu Xisheng.

Zong Sanping showed particular interest in his ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’.

The man spent an hour to learn ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ and then took several days to discuss and improve it with Chu Xisheng.

They greatly enhanced the power of ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ on its existing foundation, elevating the effect of disordered perception to an unbelievable degree.

Unfortunately, Chu Xisheng could not utilize it.

According to Zong Sanping’s method, while the power of ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ increased, the consumption of True Yuan was also incredibly demanding.

It was estimated that two strikes would drain him completely.

The Secret Technique improved version researched by Chu Yunyun was clearly much stronger.

She had enhanced that hint of Heavenly Dao Rhythm in ‘White Horse is Not a Horse’ to near the power of a complete ‘Heavenly Rules’.

The Divine Might of this Secret Technique was also close to the Third Grade, sufficient to deceive a First Grade Expert.

The problem was the immense depletion, which also made Chu Xisheng fearfully resigned.

It was estimated that three strikes would leave Chu Xisheng utterly spent.

On the morning of the third day of the journey, the Pingtian Ship slowly stopped outside the West City of the Capital City Wang’an.

Previously, when Chu Xisheng escorted the Zuo family father and son northward, it took more than a month to travel from East State to Wang’an City.

Now, it took only a little over two days to arrive.

The Pingtian Ship would make a brief stop here, to pick up the newly appointed ‘Blood Vengeance Saint’ and several dozen passengers to continue the journey to Northern Youzhou.

And as the Pingtian Ship slowly descended from the Cloud Sky, Chu Xisheng also came onto the deck.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked down with great interest.

Chu Xisheng was very curious, what kind of person was this ‘Blood Vengeance Saint’ from the Western Capital Chu Family?

And right when the ship was descending, and only a hundred zhang from the ground, Chu Xisheng’s pupils suddenly contracted, his eyes brimming with a limitless coldness.