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Chapter 738 - 394 encounters danger

Chapter 738: 394 encounters danger

Fang Zhixing understood and replied, "Since ancient times, good and evil have not coexisted, and everyone is responsible for eradicating evil cultivators."

Hearing this, Luo Wenchuan and his four companions couldn’t help but smile with joy, praising him in unison, "Great minds think alike, heroes see eye to eye."

Fang Zhixing nodded and motioned with his hand, "You all tend to your wounds first; we can talk later. Oh, do you have a map with you?"

"We do!" Luo Wenchuan immediately took out a sheepskin scroll from his chest and handed it over with a smile.

Fang Zhixing took it and studied it closely.

The top of the sheepskin scroll bore six characters: Map of the Great Jia State.

Clearly, this vast territory was designated as a single state, very expansive, at least three times the size of Dan State.

On the map, Great Jia State was divided into forty-eight counties, a complex array.

Fang Zhixing quickly located "Shanyang City," mentioned earlier by Luo Wenchuan, situated within "Shanyang County" and a key county capital.

But where was the grey-clothed elder?

Fang Zhixing suddenly remembered the desolate town had no name; he had never asked Fan Hichao what the realm he lived in was called.

He traveled back and forth between realms, because the entrance changed, sometimes arriving in Tian Nan, other times in the North Sea, mainly at random.

Without definite clues, in the vast world, it was impossible to find the grey-clothed elder.

"Forget it, may we meet again if fate allows," Fang Zhixing silently sighed in his heart.

Perhaps he would never see Fan Hichao again in his lifetime.

Perhaps when they did meet again, Fan Hichao would already be bones in the grave.

This is Jianghu!

This is life!

Gatherings scatter like duckweed, life and death are but illusions.

Moments later, Luo Wenchuan and his companions had treated their wounds, each wrapped in bandages.

The one most gravely hurt turned into a one-armed Hero, dug a pit, buried his severed arm, and heaved a long sigh.

"Elder Fang, since you’re lost, why not follow us back to Shanyang City and make plans from there?" Luo Wenchuan warmly invited.

Fang Zhixing replied immediately, "I was thinking the same; please lead the way."

"Not at all, this way please."

Luo Wenchuan and his four companions stepped forward with honor, moving gracefully like swallows through the forest.

Seeing this, Fang Zhixing followed at a leisurely pace.

In the Martial Saint World, those in the Great Martial Master Realm still cannot fly; only those above the Martial Sect can truly soar freely.

Thus, the Martial Sect Realm became the dividing line between the strong and the weak.

Once you advance to Martial Sect, that is truly soaring high above, becoming a superior being.

Fang Zhixing was not in a hurry to enhance his cultivation, planning to first examine the situation in Shanyang City.

The group sped through the wild mountains and ridges until they encountered a rugged mountain road with numerous twists and turns.

After several twists and turns, they finally entered the official road, soon reaching a post station.

The six men stopped to rest their feet, drank some tea, and then bought six horses before continuing on horseback.

They galloped along, and as dusk approached, they reached a small town and sought lodging at an inn.

"I’m so hungry, waiter, bring us the best wine and dishes you have, quick!"

The six men walked briskly into the main hall of the inn and sat down at a table.

"Coming right up!" The waiter hurried over to serve them, pouring tea and cutting watermelon.

Soon, three cold dishes and a jug of wine were served first, and everyone started eating and drinking.

Luo Wenchuan and the others continuously toasted Fang Zhixing, seizing the opportunity to inquire, "Elder, the Martial Arts you displayed seem to be a form of stick technique, quite miraculous. May I ask which Sect or family it originates from?"

Fang Zhixing paused briefly before replying, "The Divine Treasure Sect, have you heard of it?"

"..."

Luo Wenchuan and his companions couldn’t help but show a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

"The Divine Treasure Sect you mentioned, wouldn’t that be the one involved in the ’Divine Treasure Tragedy’?" the one-armed youth asked uncertainly.

As soon as he spoke, Luo Wenchuan abruptly scowled at the one-armed youth, scaring the latter into bowing his head, his face turning red.

Fang Zhixing glanced at the one-armed youth and smiled, "Tell me about the ’Divine Treasure Tragedy.’

The one-armed youth replied, "Over fifty years ago, a world-destroying giant serpent suddenly appeared in the Divine Treasure Sect, destroying eight counties in the Great Lake State within a few days, causing millions of casualties.

Ultimately, three Martial Kings and more than twenty Martial Sects had to act together to kill the giant serpent.

After this battle, only one in ten of the Divine Treasure Sect survived, the Sect rapidly declined, never recovering."

Fang Zhixing nodded, remarking lightly, "Back then, an elder from the Divine Treasure Sect survived and retired in my hometown, teaching me Martial Arts.

Well, although there was no formal master-disciple relationship, I received the Martial Arts heritage, so I suppose I’m somewhat related to the Divine Treasure Sect."

The others came to a realization and marveled quietly.

Indeed, everyone in Jianghu has their own chance encounters; who could have guessed that the once silent Divine Treasure Sect suddenly had such a powerful member?

At least a Martial Sect, right...

Fang Zhixing also inquired, "Living secluded in the mountains, I’m not aware of Jianghu affairs. How is your Canghai Sect doing?"

Luo Wenchuan immediately began enthusiastically describing, "Our Canghai Sect is one of the six major Sects in Great Jia State, with many disciples and numerous experts. We have over twenty Martial Sects alone."

"Over twenty..."

Fang Zhixing quietly clicked his tongue, considering that the Sea God had only eight Hero Level Mechanic Gods under him.

It seems that the overall strength of the Canghai Sect might far surpass that of the Sea God.

Although the Martial Saint World is fraught with disasters, the deep foundation of the great Sects is truly impressive.

At that moment, a figure in a raincoat in the corner of the hall lifted his head, his brown eyes gleaming with a cold, sinister spark, staring intently at Fang Zhixing and his group, and grinned creepily.