Be Passive In The High Martial World

Chapter 141 Quasi-Saint Seedling (Two in One)

Yangguo, Ruianzhou, Imperial City.

In the study room.

"boom!"

A heavy and delicate inkstone was grabbed by the person behind the table and thrown out, hitting the head of the eunuch waiting next to him.

The inkstone smashed the eunuch's head firmly, creating a horrific bloody hole.

The eunuch groaned, responded to the end, and lost his breath.

Blood flowed over the edge of the broken inkstone.

The people kneeling below did not dare to show their anger, and did not even dare to glance at the unlucky eunuch. They all knelt on the ground in fear.

Standing at the top of the study room is naturally the current emperor of the Yang Kingdom - Wenxian.

Although his name is Xianfengdaogu, Wenxian looks completely different from his name. He does not have any immortality, but is a huge and bloated fat man.

He was wearing a custom-made bright yellow imperial robe. His figure behind the desk was like a mountain, and the layers of fat made the imperial robe have numerous wrinkles.

What's scary is that as he gets older, his skin is obviously old and shriveled, with many age spots, wrapping the young and elastic flesh, like a deformed water bag or shriveled blisters, which makes The person feels strange discomfort.

Only a pair of sinister eyes are always shining, staring at everyone like a vulture spreading its wings, making people feel fearful.

As an old man who is nearly 70 years old, although he seems to be aging, his physical condition is much better than that of ordinary people.

This is due to the nourishment of countless heavenly materials and earthly treasures, elixirs, the support of cultivation spiritual energy, and the nourishment provided by royal practitioners using exercises.

Although Wenxian's qualifications are extremely ordinary, he has also been admitted to the Innate Realm world.

If everything goes well, and with the support of "National Luck", Wenxian can live to be at least two or three hundred years old.

Although this lifespan is insignificant compared to practitioners, it is long enough for ordinary people.

Three hundred years, for a mortal country without the intervention of practitioners, is the collapse of a dynasty and the replacement of dozens of emperors.

But Wenxian was able to enjoy the supreme throne of power alone for three hundred years.

If...he had never heard the news today.

"Who let him enter Ruian State!"

Wenxian's sinister eyes shot out with angry light, like a snake spitting out a message. He shouted with an ugly face: "Who is it that allowed him to enter the Ancestral Temple! Why didn't anyone stop him! Huh?!"

"The troops stationed at the city gate on the border of Ruian Prefecture, and the three thousand armors inside and outside the Ancestral Temple, are they just decorations?! They couldn't stop Wen Pei who came alone!"

The people underground were silent for a while, and then one person raised his head and said, "Your Majesty, calm down, your health is important..."

"boom!"

What came over this time was a paperweight, which was not much heavier than the inkstone.

The man's head was smashed and his head was bleeding, and he fainted immediately.

Wenxian scolded angrily: "I came to you to ask you to care about my body?! Answer my question! Don't judge him right or wrong!"

The one who was hit was a military commander with enough cultivation to reach the Sea Opening Realm.

It stands to reason that with Wenxian's hand strength, even if he tried his best, he would not be able to break his skin.

But at this moment when he was hit, he fainted and blood was flowing all over the ground...

The others were stunned, and then secretly cursed the chicken thief, why didn't I think of pretending to be dead?

Seeing that no one else answered, Wenxian took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and said: "If no one can answer it, I will treat you all as useless and drag them all out to be executed!"

At this time, a civil servant finally spoke tremblingly.

"Your Majesty...the troops stationed in Ruian Prefecture, the three thousand iron armors inside and outside the Ancestral Temple, are all..."

He swallowed and whispered, "They are all soldiers brought out by King Jingnan."

"..."

Wenxian was silent for a while, and then said slowly: "Will you say it again?"

"They are all soldiers brought by King Jingnan."

Wen Xian slammed the table and said sternly: "Kill him!"

"laugh!"

Almost without any sound, a bloodstain appeared on the civil servant's neck, and then slowly expanded.

When his pupils tightened and he subconsciously wanted to cover his throat, his raised hands only connected with his own head.

He just knelt down, holding his head in his hands, and died on the spot.

Blood splattered on others around him, but still no one dared to speak.

Wen Xian pounded the table manically and kept emphasizing: "My soldiers! Those are my soldiers! Mine! Mine! Mine!!!"

"Bold! Treasonous!"

Wen Xian's fat body paced back and forth behind the desk: "I have taken back Wen Pian's military power. The tiger talisman is here with me. How dare they let him in?! They are rebelling! They are really going to rebel!"

His voice was one of extreme anger.

But in the anger, there was an uncontrollable trembling.

"Your Majesty, they are indeed going to rebel."

The civil servant below suddenly spoke with his head in his hands: "King Jingnan came out of the Ancestral Temple... As soon as he came out, he faced his former soldiers - he only said two words."

Wenxian stared at the head and said, "What two words?"

The head said: "He said, line up."

"Three thousand armors immediately lined up in an orderly manner and followed the Jingnan Dynasty to Zangfeng Prefecture."

"All the way to the city gate on the border of Ruian Prefecture, thousands of veterans and unemployed people were taken away. Seeing this, the garrison troops actually opened the city gate to let them go."

"Those who tried to stop me asked King Jingnan why he was going there. King Jingnan replied that for the sake of the eternal peace of the mountains and rivers and the eternal security of Jin Ou, he retreated on his own without any further obstruction."

He sighed: "Your Majesty, this is prestige."

Wenxian's face was gloomy and completely distorted: "Huangfu Sizheng, are you just here to see my joke?"

The person who spoke through the head of the civil servant was Sizheng and Huangfu Yan of the Shennong Division.

Huangfu said sternly: "Of course I don't dare."

"But you have seen it. This is the fact. Your brother, King Jingnan, who once shocked the world with his illustrious military exploits, has decided to rebel."

"And, we have successfully gathered more than ten thousand soldiers...and the Saint's acquiescence."

Wenxian said silently: "Did Granny Wangshu really acquiesce?"

Huangfu sighed solemnly: "Saint takes action, Zangfeng Prefecture has been banned from spiritual energy, and can only enter and exit."

Wenxian's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What's wrong with Zangfengzhou?! To make him suddenly regret it after so many years of willingly giving in?"

Huangfu Yan shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"But this thing must be very important, important enough to compete with the national destiny, so that Wen Pei can have such courage."

Wenxian stared at the head: "I know...I know what it is."

"Eternal life medicine! Only the longevity medicine can make Wen Bian crazy!"

"Huangfu Yan, can you contact the Shennong Division in Zangfeng Prefecture?"

Huangfu Yan shook his head: "No, but before the state was sealed, because Wang Yangbo, who was responsible for the affairs of Zangfeng State, died suddenly, I had activated two puppets in Zangfeng State, and there is still a weak connection today."

"As long as any one of the puppets is killed, I can immediately replace its consciousness."

This Sizheng of the Shennong Division was good at Yanshu.

It is also commonly known as puppetry.

…

Outside Zangfeng Prefecture.

Wen Pei stood at the edge of the barrier, with his hands behind his hands, looking calmly at the golden boundary in front of him.

Behind him, flags fluttered in the wind.

The army of more than 10,000 people has spontaneously organized itself into a familiar formation with strict discipline.

Although they did not have time to put on neat armor, their clothes were uneven and the flags they raised were also different.

But at this moment, their expressions were surprisingly similar, with a kind of fanaticism that was close to belief, and no one made any unnecessary movements.

These are all soldiers who spontaneously followed Wen Pei, and they were also the old troops who once belonged to Wen Pei. Most of them are the elites among them.

Like Li Hongling, Wen Pei is also good at force formation.

Moreover, unlike Li Hongling who became a monk halfway through being a disciple of Martial Saint, Wen Pei visited various famous formation masters when she was young and summed up her own formations on the battlefield.

He is a true practitioner of force formation.

The morning light gradually brightens in the sky.

Wen Pei, who had been marching all night, suddenly turned around and shouted: "Get in formation!"

"yes!"

Thousands of people responded in unison, their voices filling the air.

The soldiers instantly formed a formation, and in that instant, their momentum soared into the sky, as if the ground was shaking.

But the formation did not take shape because Wen Pei, as the formation's eye, did not activate the formation.

Wen Pei didn't want to let the formation take shape. This move was just to boost morale.

After entering Zangfeng Prefecture, the formation was also useless.

But the human heart is useful.

In this soulless cage, the real power is the mortal body.

However, everyone else is just a steel plate at most.

And Wen Pei wants to turn his army into an unbreakable city!

He will take this city and crush everything that dares to stand in his way!

This is the opportunity Wang Shu gave him, and it is naturally a test, and he will hand in the most perfect answer sheet.

Wen Pei took a deep breath and shouted: "Let's go!"

He took the first step and entered the barrier of Zangfeng State.

…

Chen Kuang did not act out of sympathy.

But this young man's identity is very unusual - a young man who once served as the object of Martial Saint's fake body, there is no way he could have been chosen casually.

But what is very strange is that after making such a huge sacrifice for Martial Saint, this young man does not seem to have received any benefits.

If this young man died, that would be okay.

After all, how can a dead person ask for benefits?

But now, although the young man survived, he was living a miserable life.

From the moment he was possessed by the deity, he wore the green scarf, indicating that the son of Changji was his original identity.

As a lowly person, it is indeed normal to be treated casually in a brothel.

But after he experienced that battle and became the container of Martial Saint, he returned to his original situation not long after, which is a bit strange.

This shows that Martial Saint Pavilion does not regard him as a human being at all, but purely as a tool that can be thrown away after use.

Under this situation, Chen Kuang did not think that the young man would not be able to see clearly the true face of the Martial Saint Pavilion, or even "volunteer" to be the container like before.

At this moment, it’s only right to harbor resentment.

And as we all know, the enemy of my enemy... is my friend.

The young man glanced at Chen Kuang's outstretched hand, shook his head, and stood up.

"I just wiped the table with a rag, and my hands were too dirty."

He explained in embarrassment, and then said sadly: "The person in front of you...who punched the mountain...is not me, it is the Martial Saint who is the best in the world."

Chen Kuang did not take back his hand, but smiled and said:

"So, let's get acquainted again. Tell me what your name is?"

——The people of Cangyuan also have the etiquette of shaking hands. It was introduced from the Western Regions outside Huawai, but it is rarely used among practitioners.

The young man hesitated for a moment, rubbed his hand hard on his clothes, and then shook Chen Kuang's hand.

"Mo Xu, my name is Mo Xu, the rising sun."

He only dared to hold it once and immediately let go.

Then he said in a deep voice: "Thank you for helping me. If I have the chance, I will try my best to repay you... Although you have seen it, I am just an ordinary person now."

Chen Kuang saw it.

In other words, he already knew it from the first battle with Martial Saint.

All the meridians in Mo Xu's body were completely disabled.

It is basically impossible to practice anymore.

The pressure from Martial Saint completely exceeded the limit that this body could bear, and he "exploded" under the pressure.

Whether it is the meridians, Dantian, or acupoints, they have now become a messy mess.

Theoretically, he should be paralyzed in bed now and be a complete useless person.

But I don’t know why, but he survived and lived well like a normal person.

This has been a blessing.

But a shadow has always taken root in Mo Xu's heart.

His story is very simple. He is the son of a prostitute, but he is not reconciled to his fate. After saving money to buy a book on the most basic and simple exercises, he found that his progress was rapid, and he thought he saw hope.

Later, I heard that there is a "Preaching Monument" erected by Martial Saint on the cliff of Mount Tai. On it is a wisp of "Dao Rhyme" written by Martial Saint. It is open to everyone in the world. No matter who can climb to the top of the mountain, Then you can get a glimpse of the charm on the monument.

If you can understand the "Dao Rhyme" in it, it is the personal biography of Martial Saint!

Mo Xu was fascinated and thought this was an opportunity to change his destiny, so he sneaked out of Jinfeng Tower...

In a sense, he did succeed.

When Mo Xu knew that he would be summoned by the Lord of the Martial Saint Pavilion, he was so excited that he almost thought he was going to fly!

But then...it was a nightmare.

After the battle, the people from the Martial Saint's Court examined his body and judged his fate.

Not only did he not get the change he wanted, he also lost his only hope - his cultivation and talent.

Martial Saint Pavilion abandoned him like worn shoes and asked him to return to Jinfeng Tower to fend for himself.

Mo Xu sighed: "To be honest, you helped the wrong person."

Chen Kuang's eyes flashed and he said:

"Maybe not."

When he looked directly at Mo Xu, the "Insightful Gaze" passive was suddenly triggered.

Among the blurry, chaotic, and broken meridians and dantian, there seemed to be many mysterious and faint lights flickering in them.

Chen Kuang felt a sense of familiarity, but because it was too broken, he couldn't figure out what it was.

Until this moment, Chen Kuang finally saw it.

This is none other than... the "domain" of Martial Saint!

The Martial Saint descended on Mo Xu and destroyed everything about him, but unknowingly left behind the most terrifying thing.

Mu Zhao’s “Tao domain” is called the “Tao” of “Ba”!

At this moment, in Mo Xu's body, among the broken meridians, light was shining.

If you get the Tao, you can go to the upper three grades.

If this "Dao Realm" can be restored, then Mo Xu can directly enter Xuanxuan!

In other words...

Chen Kuang picked up a quasi-sage seedling!

(End of chapter)