Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 491: Martial Dao Tower

Chapter 491: Chapter 491: Martial Dao Tower

No one at the scene exposed Dragon Maiden’s lie, thereby avoiding her embarrassment.

Fang Bai’s gaze shifted from Dragon Maiden to Long Jingtian, and after sizing up Long Jingtian for a few moments, he said politely, "So this elderly gentleman is Group Leader Dragon’s grandfather. I had heard of the old gentleman’s great reputation from Group Leader Dragon before, and seeing him today, his fame is indeed well-deserved. My disrespect! My disrespect!"

When Fang Bai initially joined the "Dragon Guard," he knew that Dragon Maiden’s grandfather was called Long Jingtian and was the legendary current leader of the "Dragon Guard," but he had never met Long Jingtian face to face.

On their way to Shaolin, Fang Bai released his Divine Sense and detected that Dragon Maiden and a Heaven Level Martial Artist were following him and his disciple, although at that time he had guessed that the Heaven Level Martial Artist might also be a member of the "Dragon Guard," he didn’t know that it would be Long Jingtian himself showing up.

With Long Jingtian, a Heaven Level Martial Artist, present to deter many lawbreakers, it’s no wonder the mysterious and powerful Huaxia "Dragon Guard" is revered by Martial Artists of the Ancient Martial World as "Guardians of Huaxia."

Long Jingtian was also seeing Fang Bai for the first time. His worldly eyes sparkled with interest as he scrutinized Fang Bai, his surprise growing the more he looked.

In Long Jingtian’s eyes, Fang Bai possessed a demeanor that transcended the material world, rose above the mundane, and was free from all worldly concerns. In the entire Secular Ancient Martial World of Huaxia, including Long Jingtian himself, there were only a few who could achieve this.

What surprised Long Jingtian even more was that Fang Bai clearly had only the initial stage of Earth Level Cultivation, but no matter how much pressure he exerted on him, Fang Bai was utterly unaffected, embodying the stance of "remain unmoved no matter how the wind blows and the waves beat."

An ordinary Martial Artist at the initial stage of Earth Level actually withstanding the pressure of a Heaven Level Martial Artist was truly inconceivable.

This Fang Bai was either concealing his true power, with a real Cultivation Level higher than his own.

Or he had cultivated an extremely powerful Cultivation Technique, possessing the ability to fight beyond his level.

Long Jingtian was more inclined to believe the latter, otherwise a mere twenty-year-old with strength surpassing his own was too hard to accept and simply unheard of through the ages.

"The four benefactors, please come to the Pagoda Forest on the back mountain for a talk. My senior brother Xuan Nan is already waiting!"

Long Jingtian had countless questions in his heart and wanted to pull Fang Bai aside to ask for a clear explanation, but he was interrupted by the voice of the Sweeping Monk, Xuan Ku.

"Alright, then let’s go together to meet Master Xuan Nan!"

Long Jingtian knew this wasn’t the right place to talk, so he decided to have a thorough chat with Fang Bai after leaving Shaolin.

"The seven of you, come along as well!"

Xuan Ku glanced at the seven eager old monks of Shaolin—Abbot Jueren, Scripture Pavilion Elder Jueyi, Dharma Hall Elder Jueli, Prajna Hall Elder Juezhi, Arhat Hall Elder Juexin, Discipline Hall Elder Juecong, and Reception Hall Elder Jueming—and said indifferently.

"Yes."

Jueren and the other seven elders replied in unison, unable to hide their joy.

They already knew Xuan Nan was a Heaven Level Martial Artist, and if they had the fortune to receive guidance from Xuan Nan at the Pagoda Forest, they would benefit for life.

Immediately, Xuan Ku led the way, Fang Bai and Long Jingtian walked side by side, Ghost Hand and Dragon Maiden followed closely behind, and Jueren along with the other seven elders followed in the rear, all heading towards the Pagoda Forest behind the mountain.

The Pagoda Forest of Shaolin consisted of hundreds of differently sized pagoda structures, mainly built of brick and stone, varied in height and scattered in a picturesque disorder, each with its unique shape.

The Pagoda Forest contained not only pagodas which housed the remains of high-ranked monks from generation to generation but also pagodas where monks would seclude themselves for cultivation. It was a forbidden area of Shaolin; ordinary disciples were not allowed to enter at will.

The most striking among them was the central nine-story pagoda, built on the highest terrain. It appeared solemn and ancient, filled with a sense of the years it had weathered.

Standing under the nine-story pagoda, one could feel an imposing pressure, heavy as a mountain looming overhead. Those slightly weaker would find it difficult to breathe under such pressure and could only avoid it by keeping their distance.

The doors of the nine-story pagoda, which had always been locked, were now slightly ajar, though it was unknown who had opened them.

When Fang Bai, Ghost Hand, Long Jingtian, Dragon Maiden, Xuan Ku, Abbot Jueren, and the rest of the twelve-person group arrived at the nine-story pagoda, Xuan Ku, with a solemn expression, said, "This nine-story pagoda, called the ’Martial Dao Tower,’ houses Shaolin’s most powerful martial arts techniques. Only Shaolin disciples who have reached the Earth Level Perfection and are considered capable of breaking through to the Heaven Level Realm may enter to comprehend and cultivate..."

At this point, Xuan Ku shook his head and sighed before continuing, "Regrettably, since Elder Brother Xuan Nan, not a single Shaolin disciple in nearly a hundred years has met the criteria to enter the tower for comprehension and cultivation. Brother Xuan Nan had no choice but to guard inside the tower..."

Abbot Jueren and the other seven senior monks saw the look of disappointment in Xuan Ku’s eyes as he glanced over them, and they felt deeply ashamed.

In the past hundred years, generations of Shaolin disciples had come and gone. It was rare to even see a disciple reach High Rank Earth Level, let alone Earth Level Perfection. Indeed, it was too disheartening.

In Abbot Jueren’s generation, the strongest martial monk was Abbot Jueren himself, who was at Mid Rank Earth Level.

And as Abbot Jueren was already in his sixties, it was nearly impossible for him to advance to Earth Level Perfection and enter the nine-story tower for comprehension and cultivation in his lifetime.

"Xuan Ku, our esteemed guests have arrived. Won’t you invite them into the tower for a discussion?"

Xuan Ku was about to say more when suddenly a deep, aged voice echoed, reverberating in the ears of everyone at the base of the tower.

"Yes, Eldest Brother! Honored guests, please follow me into the tower," Xuan Ku replied and gestured for Long Jingtian, Fang Bai, and the others to proceed, taking the lead himself with Fang Bai and Long Jingtian following after and the rest of the group trailing behind, entering the tower in single file.

This "Martial Dao Tower" had withstood a thousand years of weathering, its exterior looking very ancient. However, the inside of the tower was kept impeccably clean, with hardly a speck of dust to be found.

"The ’Martial Dao Tower’ is Shaolin’s cultivation holy land. Since its establishment, it has always been someone’s responsibility to take care of it. After Elder Brother Xuan Nan entered the tower to study and cultivate, I took over the task of cleaning. I sweep it twice daily and also manage Elder Brother Xuan Nan’s daily living. Time flies; in the blink of an eye, decades have passed..." Xuan Ku said, filled with emotion as he walked.

The group listened intently to Xuan Ku’s words, while Fang Bai’s divine sense had already spread out, reaching the ninth level at the top of the tower.

Inside the space on the ninth floor, there was only a bookshelf and an old monk.

In the bookshelf were several ancient scriptures that had yellowed with age; from the titles on their covers, it could be deduced that these were some of Shaolin’s martial arts teachings and lineages.

The old monk was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, his appearance withered, with long beards and eyebrows, looking even older than Xuan Ku, the sweeping monk.

Even though the old monk had concealed his martial artist aura, Fang Bai could still sense his cultivation level.

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