Shocking the Nine Heavens With My Sword
Chapter 263 - 251 Shangtian Martial Pavilion (3/3)

"Hmph, just as I thought, harboring ill intentions!" Han Yulian’s murderous aura was evident—If not for harboring schemes, why wouldn’t she let him be captured? She was at the level of the Spirit Sea Realm, capable of killing or injuring someone in the blink of an eye. Did she really need to deceive Zhou into surrendering willingly?

With that, she couldn’t let Zhou Heng go!

She reached out again, grabbing toward Zhou Heng with a large Spiritual Power hand that covered the sky.

Zhou Heng dodged fluidly under Han Yulian’s attack, moving effortlessly. However, this ultimately wasn’t a solution; using the Swift Cloud Radiant Step was immensely draining on Spiritual Power and could not be sustained indefinitely.

When Martial Artists converse, it naturally comes down to strength!

The other party didn’t trust him, simply because they thought he wasn’t strong enough.

Then it would be a battle!

Zhou Heng bellowed, and a mighty punch burst forth.

Simple, direct—the punch tore through the air, the sound of sonic booms continuous, his entire fist turned the color of gold.

His physical constitution from the Gold Devouring Clan was slightly successful. When pushed to full operation, a surge of energy overflowed, as if circulating the Crimson Gold Bloodline, making his entire fist seem indestructible.

How could Han Yulian be afraid of Zhou Heng? She naturally took the punch head-on.

Bang!

Under the powerful blow, Zhou Heng was immediately sent flying back, his body ablaze with golden light, as if forged from metal, exuding an aura of sacred dignity.

"Hmm?"

Han Yulian’s beautiful eyes widened, showing intense shock.

This man’s constitution was extremely powerful!

She had just witnessed Zhou Heng’s devastating power at the Han Family, but seeing and experiencing it firsthand were completely different!

There could be such a powerful body cultivator in the world!

No wonder she was extremely shocked, for even though body cultivators have astonishing brute strength, their constitutions should not be so overwhelmingly powerful.

"Senior, how about we stop here?" Zhou Heng spoke calmly, understanding Han Yulian’s caution. After all, if she was willing to disfigure herself, how could she easily trust others?

"It’s just brute strength!" Han Yulian made her judgement, ignoring Zhou’s formidable defensive constitution.

Zhou Heng laughed heartily, his fists vibrated, and suddenly, two bursts of purple flames ignited on his fists, saying, "Then let’s fight again!"

Han Yulian’s gaze tightened instinctively, sensing the threat that the Purple Flame posed to her.

This man was truly unfathomable!

She knew that golden fist was from the Zhao Family’s Crimson Gold Bloodline, because Zhao Duotian’s monstrous abilities made the Crimson Gold Bloodline widely known among the upper echelons of Martial Artists in the Bright Moon Country.

But what was this Purple Flame?

It couldn’t possibly be a Martial Art Technique because even a Heaven Level Upper Grade Martial Skill could not possess such terrifying power!

Only Bloodline Power could break through the limits of realms, unleashing infinite battle power, but, what kind of Bloodline Power could display such terrifying power? Surpassing one or two minor realms was already incredible, let alone two major realms!

"Are you only looking to find out where Yiyao is?" Han Yulian asked.

"Indeed!"

Han Yulian paused for a moment, then said, "She might be in Huangya Village, east of Wind Cloud City!"

"Thank you, Senior!" Zhou Heng bowed in gratitude, although he didn’t know why she suddenly compromised, it was none of his concern, as long as he could find Han Yiyao, "I will take my leave!"

He turned and withdrew, not heading towards Yuhua City, but directly towards Wind Cloud City.

Watching Zhou Heng leave, Han Yulian swiftly leaped up, heading for the same destination as Wind Cloud City.

If Zhou Heng had no intention of approaching her, then the possibility of him planning to harm her was very small, removing the likelihood of him harboring ill will towards her. However, since this matter involved Han Yiyao, she could not ignore it and resolved to uncover the truth.

The location was set by her, and with her speed, she was bound to be much faster than Zhou Heng, so there was no need to worry about him setting a trap to counter her.

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Wind Cloud City was a small city tens of thousands of li away from Yuhua City, but of course, this distance was trivial for Zhou Heng—it merely took him three days to reach there, and after asking around, he found himself in Huangya Village.

He searched from house to house with his abilities, naturally unnoticed, and quickly searched through the village, which only had a little over three hundred people.

Han Yiyao was not there.

Zhou Heng inquired further; indeed, a girl resembling Han Yiyao had lived here for a while, but it had been a long time since her last visit.

He refused to give up and stayed there for another ten days, but Han Yiyao never showed up—it seemed that the woman did not plan to stay here since her traces were easily detectable and someone might find out about it.

Disappearing was easy, really; one could simply hide under a pseudonym in any nook and cranny—how could one possibly be found by individual effort alone?

If the Zhao Family’s resources were mobilized for the search, the chances of finding her would drastically increase, but such a conspicuous move would alarm the Ying Family. Although Zhou Heng was not afraid of the two formidable members of the Ying Family, fearlessness wasn’t the same as being able to confront them.

What good would stirring up trouble be considered as bravery?

In the matter concerning Ying Chuchen, he had been in the right, although being right often proved useless. However, with both the Zhao and Ying families having mutual reservations, his justified stance was indeed advantageous.

Hadn’t the Ying Family just swallowed their pride?

Moreover, Zhou Heng was not alone now; in the face of danger, he could just hide in the Nine Mystic Trial Tower. His family and friends were with the Zhao Family!

Disliking Zhao Duotian was one thing, but he would never, out of spite, condemn the entire Zhao Family.

His personal issues should not involve the Zhao Family.

Taking one last look at Huangya Village, Zhou Heng faintly felt as if he was being watched, but it probably was Han Yulian; he didn’t take it seriously, leaping up and heading back to Lanling City.

Half a month later, he returned to the Zhao Family.

This time, he did not bring Xiao Huoshui and the others along. Although he was used to having them by his side, after over a month without hearing their incessant chatter, he found it strangely unsettling.

That very night, naturally, he had a late-night chat in bed with the three women—firstly, because everyone enjoyed the commotion, and secondly, albeit the Heavenly Yang and Earthly Yin Technique didn’t much assist Zhou Heng, any small improvement was welcome.

Indeed, Xiao Huoshui and the other two were accumulating Spiritual Power rather rapidly. After all, Zhou Heng was not only at the Heaven-Opening Realm but also had a Dantian Space one hundred and eighty times larger than that of a typical martial artist at that level, his Spiritual Power intensely vigorous. For the three women, he genuinely was a perfect crucible.

Two days later, he was called over by Zhao Duotian.

"Hmm? Eligibility to enter the Shangtian Martial Pavilion?" Zhou Heng showed a puzzled expression after listening to Zhao Duotian.

"The Shangtian Martial Pavilion was founded by a Divine Infant Realm expert of the Heavenly Dragon Empire. Every three years, they recruit students, and one can receive profound instruction there!" Zhao Duotian explained to Zhou Heng.

"I also spent some time at the Shangtian Martial Pavilion; although I did not stay for the full three years, I gained some benefits!"

"This expert possesses a martial spirit and genuinely guides the juniors, deserving great respect!"

"You should try to seize this opportunity; someone from the Shangtian Martial Pavilion will come to conduct the assessment in three days!"

A Martial Pavilion founded by a Divine Infant Realm expert?

Zhou Heng left Zhao Duotian’s courtyard—this busy man had no time to explain further to Zhou Heng. Just then, Mei Yixiang came looking for Feng Lianqing to play, so he stopped the young lady to inquire about detailed information.

The real name of that Divine Infant Realm expert was lost—no one knew it, and even if they did, none dared to call him by it, even privately, but respected him as Saint Yangtian.

This martial expert not only comprehended the essence of nature and was nearly invincible in the world, but more importantly, he spent his life disseminating his knowledge as widely as possible, elevating the martial standards of all humanity, thereby earning everyone’s profound respect.

Only he was revered as a Saint, unlike the other Divine Infant Realm experts!

Of course, not everyone had the privilege to learn martial arts from Saint Yangtian. After all, there were so many people in the world, and even if the Saint could live for tens of thousands of years, it wouldn’t be enough!

Saint Yangtian founded the Shangtian Martial Pavilion to select the most outstanding talents from all human kingdoms every three years to be nurtured in the pavilion. Principally, each person could only receive three years of instruction, but those with exceptional talents could continue to stay and become the true disciples of this expert.

It was said that Saint Yangtian currently had thirty-four true disciples, among whom twelve had reached the Spirit Sea Realm and the two strongest even advanced into the Nascent Soul Realm!

That’s why, every time Saint Yangtian recruited disciples for the Martial Pavilion, everyone would seek to be apprenticed, even scions from prominent families like the Yings, Meis, and Bais.

Even if they had Nascent Soul Realm Old Ancestors, how often could those elders personally guide them? Take the Ying Family, for instance, only an exceptional genius like Ying Cheng’en could receive detailed guidance from Ying Tianyin; who else had such privilege?

This truly showcased the extraordinariness of Saint Yangtian!

The opportunity came once every three years, with extremely limited slots, an invaluable chance for anyone aspiring to climb to the pinnacle of the Martial Path. The so-called geniuses were countless, but only the absolute best could stand out.

The competition was incredibly intense!

Jing Tian must have come to the Imperial Capital for this reason, right?

At this point, Mei Yixiang was dragged out by Feng Lianqing, the two girls teaming up with a big gray bear; they had now virtually become a scourge of the Imperial Capital, causing endless trouble. Unbelievably, no one dared to interfere due to Mei Yixiang’s formidable background, leaving the city awash with laments.

Zhou Heng returned to his own yard, and just as he sat down, he suddenly felt a surge of force attacking him from behind!

Whoosh!

He sprang up, only hearing a loud crash—as his previous seat instantly shattered into countless pieces, a completely black donkey appeared!

"Damned Donkey!" Zhou Heng gritted his teeth and said.

"Hey, Zhou!" The Black Donkey extended its front hoof in a greeting gesture.

"Daring to swagger through the streets in broad daylight, aren’t you afraid of being butchered for a full donkey meat banquet?"

"Pah, don’t make me sound like a rat crossing the street!"(To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to qidian.com to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)