Chapter 98

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This movement gathered the attention of all present.

At the same time, the three young prodigies of the Dragon Tiger List—Qian Tianyi Jian, Drunken Monk, and Poor Scholar—also made their move.

Unexpectedly, none of the four had any intention of engaging in combat, nor did they choose the same stone door. Until the four of them crossed the ten-zhang boundary like lightning and disappeared into the stone doors, many martial artists only then came to their senses.

It was too casual, which made it hard to accept, but soon, others began to move. Even the four young prodigies of the Dragon Tiger List no longer waited, and people from various sects and noble families rushed forward en masse.

However, compared to before, it was not as congested. Eighteen stone doors were open, and seventeen were still unoccupied. Clearly, everyone had their own calculations, and no one chose the four stone doors that the four Dragon Tiger List prodigies had entered.

Tianwu Zhenren did not move. This first-generation spirit master from the True Martial Hall on Wudang's Tianzhu Peak, after an initial moment of solemnity, remained calm and indifferent, watching everything before him with no intention of intervening.

Some experts from sects and noble families understood this. It was the spirit and will of a top-tier spirit master, confident and unyielding, disdaining to compete for the legacy here. His presence today was more likely to protect his disciples.

There were rumors that the demon lord Moke had established ninety-eight spirit infant sacrifices, but until now, few soul-summoning altars had been found. Something seemed to be hidden in the Moyun Mountains.

But now, everyone's thoughts were on the legacy of the *Dragon Subduing Palm*. According to martial world rules, if one could obtain the legacy of the *Dragon Subduing Palm* and be willing to exchange it with the Beggar Sect, they could even become an external grand elder of the Beggar Sect. This position was no small matter. For a wandering martial artist, their status in the martial world would rise significantly, and even the head of a first-rate sect would treat them with respect.

If they were from a sect or noble family, they could leverage this to expand their influence and territory, bringing immeasurable benefits.

"All officers follow me, the rest remain here to set up camp. No one is to leave until the princess arrives! Violators... will be reported to the Six Fans Gate!"

The cavalry general glanced subtly at Tianwu Zhenren, then changed his words. A top-tier spirit master must not be disrespected. As a fifth-rank cavalry general, he had the honor of meeting several virtue generals stationed in Chang'an, and knew that even a single thread of a top-tier spirit master's aura could kill the spirit and destroy the body, far beyond the reach of ordinary people, capable of destroying cities and slaying enemies from thousands of miles away.

When the few experts from the garrison moved, the rest of the martial artists, except for the top-tier sects and noble families in Shiyan Prefecture, such as the Luoxia Sect, all made way. Led by the cavalry general, the various officers each chose a stone door to enter, but even the cavalry general avoided the four doors chosen by the four Dragon Tiger List prodigies.

Throughout the entire Han Empire, the eighty-one strongest young prodigies, as an imperial official, the cavalry general deeply understood the weight of the Dragon Tiger List. It was not just a matter of attracting martial artists and accumulating good fortune, but a solid, undeniable record of achievements, surpassing the ordinary, with the qualifications to look down on their peers.

A thousand miles away.

On the peak of a barren, cracked mountain, covered in mottled bloodstains.

Two people stood side by side, dressed in thin clothing, unmoving despite the wind, their feet rooted to the ground.

"Moke, you are indeed cunning, but the spirit infant sacrifices must proceed. I hear that troops have entered Shiyan Prefecture from Hubei, about to enter the mountains to encircle and suppress. There are also the Dragon Guards and Dragon Generals of the Dragon Protection Manor, who do not care about the legacy of the *Dragon Subduing Palm* and are merely biding their time, absolutely not to be underestimated."

"Uncle, rest assured. Our demon race has learned from thousands of years of pain, adopting human rites and morals, poetry and education, even clothing, food, shelter, and farming. We can guess the emperor's intentions. Next, I will order the locations of the spirit infant sacrifices to be exposed one by one..."

"Very good, but there is one regret. I have heard that the *Pure Yang Wuji Gong* of Wudang's Tianwu Zhenren is unparalleled, but I cannot experience it this time..."

...

The air distorted, forming a long corridor. It was not very high, and the scenery was twisted, with vague glimpses of mountains, rivers, green grass, and ancient forests.

Su Qignian walked through it. Here, not only was internal martial qi sealed, but also mental energy, leaving only the most primitive senses. This made Su Qignian extremely cautious. The spirit world of a top-tier ancient figure, he had seen the spirit world of Ji Yuan Zhenren, which almost recreated the Qingyang Peak, with every detail of the Qingyang Palace vividly present.

Such skills were almost divine, and one could imagine that the spirit world of a hero like Hong Qi from five thousand years ago, who had once contended with a demon emperor, would not be simple. Even the stone doors they had crossed, marked with countless weapon imprints, were not something ordinary people could shake, being the mental imprints left by true experts.

"However, I have walked for so long and have not seen a single person."

Su Qignian pondered, finding this unusual. It seemed that after entering the entrance to the spirit world, everyone was scattered, likely to prevent them from relying on each other, forcing them to rely on their own martial skills and wisdom to obtain the legacy.

After walking for half an hour, the distorted air passage finally reached its end. There was no visible exit, but the next step brought bright sunlight, so dazzling that even Su Qignian squinted to adjust his eyes.

This place is...

Su Qignian looked around. He found himself in a mountain stream, surrounded by birdsong and flowers, green mountains, waterfalls, and babbling brooks, with a fresh, invigorating air. This air, when inhaled, accelerated his blood flow, and although his mental energy was sealed, his spirit was refreshed.

The air here contained traces of extremely pure essence, though not much, but over time, it would accumulate into a vast amount. For a martial artist who had not yet established a foundation, this place could be considered a heavenly cultivation ground.

It was almost the coldest part of winter, but this green and lush landscape, shrouded in mist, felt like a warm spring, almost like a fairyland.

Looking up, a large sun hung high, its rays brilliant, seemingly tens of thousands of feet above the ground.

The season was wrong, but the next moment, Su Qignian touched the green grass and mountain spring, and was surprised to find that they were all real. He had practiced the *Mihun Dafa* for some time and had a basic understanding of soul control, so he could distinguish between reality and illusion.

In the spirit world of Ji Yuan Zhenren, some of the Qingyang Palace disciples were like illusions, and many buildings were intangible, except for the Qingyang Spring, which was real.

But here, it was different. When Su Qignian touched the rocks, pebbles, and even the insects in the soil, he found that they were all real, with a strong life force, even more so than the outside world.

"Is this Hong Qi's spirit world, or somewhere else?"

Su Qignian pondered. Although he was well-read, he knew little about the deeper aspects of martial arts. He was now somewhat confused and could not grasp the situation before him.

"No matter, I will first explore and see how large this place is and where the others are."

Su Qignian quickly dispelled his doubts. His mental resolve was firm, honed to the point where it was not easily shaken by ordinary dangers, and he had a sharp and fierce edge.

Entering here, Su Qignian felt more at ease. With Liu Qinchuan's *Chilong Gong* at the eighth level, her internal martial qi was beyond his grasp, and unless an irresistible external force intervened, the few people who entered before him would likely not be able to harm her.

Most importantly, even with their internal martial qi and mental energy sealed, there was still a faint connection between their one-third Time Hearts, allowing him to sense her general direction. The fact that the girl had not used her divine powers to teleport here indicated that she had not encountered any truly fatal danger.

The only thing that surprised Su Qignian was how quickly the girl's cultivation had advanced, almost reaching the ninth level of the *Chilong Gong*. (Updated at noon, please give recommendations and new readers, please follow the book.)