High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 249 - 212: The Governor of South China’s Shock, Qingfeng Martial Saint!

Chapter 249: Chapter 212: The Governor of South China’s Shock, Qingfeng Martial Saint!

In the Yangcheng City Central Stadium, the second round of the ranking competition was still ongoing. Even though the audience was somewhat disinterested, everyone gave it their all.

Even Sikong Ba and Gu Ming, two Celestial Prides on the list, were no exception.

The reason was simple: everyone had been handed a loss by Su Mu at the start. Everyone began with negative points, and only the top twenty from the qualifiers could move on to the next stage of the alliance competition.

No one wanted to stumble in the shadows.

All of a sudden, every participant seemed to go mad, blossoming all three flowers of Qi and Blood, Martial Power, and Spirit at the onset, engaging in fierce combat.

This immediately reignited the interest of many drowsy spectators, who began watching eagerly and discussing.

However, as they watched, many noticed something was amiss, and someone couldn’t help murmuring quietly.

"Did that One-Slash Asura Su Mu just now seem like he never activated the three flowers?"

"Do we even need to say it?"

"Why?"

"Why else? Although that One-Slash Asura revealed his blade, he didn’t actually make a move. Clearly, he wasn’t using his full strength, and didn’t he also show off that huge Golden Body? It’s said that the Golden Body is above the three flowers."

"Oh, I see."

To ordinary folks or Low Tier Martial Artists, these words seemed very logical, but some people quickly furrowed their brows.

Huangfu Xue was among them; she was born into the Huangfu Family and possessed extraordinary insight.

For martial artists to condense a Martial Arts Golden Body, they need to first complete the refining of the last 29 cranial bones. The cranial bones are closely connected to the brain, and careless refining can easily damage the brain, resulting in severe injury at best, dementia or even death at worst.

Thus, the refining of the cranial bones is left until after the three flowers, normally done after uniting them to ascend to Grandmaster.

Because after the Three Flowers Unite, a martial artist’s overall strength increases, including their Spiritual Power, which aids in the cranial bones’ refining.

"Su Mu... he hasn’t achieved Grandmaster yet, he’s only a Sixth Level Martial Artist."

If Su Mu truly wished to go all out, he would still need to harness the power of the three flowers.

With this in mind, Huangfu Xue was even more astounded. It meant that in that awe-inspiring battle just now, Su Mu hadn’t even used his full strength. Saying this out loud, few would believe it.

"If Su Mu went all out, he might match a First or Second Forging Grandmaster!"

Huangfu Xue couldn’t help but draw this outrageous conclusion.

The shock that Su Mu brought to Huangfu Xue did not end there because Huangfu Xue had once been Su Mu’s instructor at the training camp, witnessing his rise firsthand.

Back then, Su Mu was just one of the training camp members, only a Fourth Level Martial Artist.

In less than a year, he leaped across three Great Realms to reach the Sixth Level, and in terms of strength, he could rival a Grandmaster without actually being one!

"Late bloomer, yet another monster, judging by this rate of advancement... this Su Mu guy probably won’t be any worse than my cousin."

The brother Huangfu Xue referred to was none other than Huangfu Tian, a three-and-a-half-decade-old Grandmaster, Huaxia’s peerless Celestial Pride among newborn martial artists.

Yet now, at thirty-three, Su Mu had not reached Grandmaster.

But at this moment, in Huangfu Xue’s eyes, Su Mu could already truly be compared to Huangfu Tian!

The two were polar opposites, one endowed with exceptional talent, the other a late bloomer.

Yet they shared a common trait.

On their rise, they encountered virtually no opponents, sweeping away all competition with an invincible momentum!

The second round of the ranking competition soon ended. From a hundred, only fifty contestants remained, and the third round would see fifty compete towards selecting twenty, deciding who would represent the Guangshen Province in the national competition.

...

Clouds hang low at an unknown location.

At the foot of a mountain.

"Wait for me here," Sikong Zhi instructed his assistant with a word.

Then Sikong Zhi climbed the mountain alone. Amidst the clouds and mist filled with Spiritual Qi, at the summit, bathed in a rosy glow, stood a temple known as Qingfeng Temple.

As the Governor of South China, Sikong Zhi showed respect, bowing with due seriousness before stepping up the final stair.

The person Sikong Zhi regarded with such solemnity was certainly no ordinary person.

Within Qingfeng Temple resided a Huaxia Martial Saint, Li Qingfeng, honored as Qingfeng Martial Saint.

"Master Martial Saint, junior Sikong Zhi requests an audience."

As the breeze rustled by, a clear silver bell sounded from the temple, and before long, a girl of twelve or thirteen, with goat horn braids and an innocent look, came curiously studying the visitor.

"Grandpa told me to bring you into the temple, follow me."

Inside the temple, an elderly man in gray garments smiled kindly at the girl, "Go and play."

Only two people remained in the tea room.

The elderly man said softly, "Sit down."

Sikong Zhi immediately sat cross-legged on the palm mat, then skillfully took up the tea set and began preparing tea, "Uncle Li, this is Yanshan Snow brought by someone I specifically sent to the Imperial Capital this year, please try this new tea."

"You have a thoughtful heart, young one."

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The phone in Sikong Zhi’s pocket buzzed, causing Sikong Zhi to frown and immediately hang up through the fabric, but soon the buzzing started again.

Sikong Zhi felt annoyed, thinking what bad timing this was.

"I recall today is the selection competition, perhaps it’s related to the selection. Official duties are important."

"Alright, Uncle Li."

Sikong Zhi stood up and walked out of the main hall. When he saw the caller ID from the Imperial Capital, showing the Huaxia Martial Arts Association, Sikong Zhi’s anger instantly dissipated, his heart tensed. Could it be that there was an issue with the selection event?

He dared not delay and quickly answered the call after taking a few large strides.

"Brother Sikong, congratulations, it seems South China has produced yet another extraordinary talent this time."

Sikong Zhi was taken aback.

"Chairman Ye, you must be joking."

"I am not joking, and I genuinely congratulate you. I’m quite envious of you, Brother Sikong. Battling one against a hundred, rumors are spreading that South China has produced the top below the grandmasters. South China might be producing another Dragon Ascending figure!"

Dragon Ascending?!

When these two words were spoken, even Sikong Zhi, the Governor of South China, was stunned, for he deeply understood the weight of these words.

To be described as Dragon Ascending, it could either be being the top in the national martial exams or topping the three Huaxia lists: the Celestial Pride List, the Grandmaster List, and the Quasi-Martial Saint List!

In Huaxia, many describe a Dragon Ascending figure as a Martial Star descending. This shows its significance!

Using the term Dragon Ascending isn’t something to be taken lightly, especially when it comes from Chairman Ye of the Huaxia National Martial Arts Association; it must be as sure as an arrow already in flight.

Sikong Zhi immediately thought of the selection event. Could it be someone emerged from it worthy of being called Dragon Ascending!

Instantly, Sikong Zhi was overjoyed but filled with deep questions. The celestial prides of South China’s provinces flashed in his mind, but none qualified as Dragon Ascending, not even close.

For a moment, he fell silent, pondering when South China produced such a prodigy unknown to even him?

This brief silence quickly prompted a reaction from Chairman Ye on the other end of the call.

"My dear Brother Sikong, don’t you know the situation yet?"

Sikong Zhi chuckled bitterly; he indeed didn’t know the situation.

"Hahaha, let me keep it a mystery. This surprise is for you to discover on your own."

After the call ended, learning that South China had produced a celestial pride worthy of Dragon Ascending, Sikong Zhi was filled with delight and immediately called his deputy.

"Has anything major happened in our South China selection event today?"

"Huh? Major events?!" The deputy waiting below was drenched in cold sweat upon hearing the governor’s intense tone the moment he answered the call.

Could something have gone wrong with the selection event?

"Governor, I will investigate immediately... Did something happen in the selection event?" the deputy cautiously asked.

"You truly know nothing of such a major event? This is your dereliction; immediately investigate and report back to me at once. Find out about our Dragon Ascending celestial pride!"

Upon hearing the first part, the deputy was sweating even more, and hearing the latter part made his eyes widen sharply.

Dragon Ascending celestial pride?!

Did he hear wrong?

Has South China produced a Dragon Ascending celestial pride?

In an instant, the deputy understood why the Governor was in such a hurry.

"Yes, I will investigate at once... Governor..."

"What is it now?"

"Governor, I think I know who this Dragon Ascending person is. This individual is all over the trending searches on major platforms."

"Who is it?"

On the deputy’s phone, messages popped up rapidly, including one striking headline: [Broad-Deep Province’s One-Slash Asura Su Mu conquers hundreds, South China may see a Dragon Ascending celestial pride!]

"Broad-Deep Province, Su Mu!"

"Su Mu? This name sounds familiar; I have some impression." Muttered Sikong Zhi as he heard the somewhat unfamiliar name softly.

"Alright, immediately verify the authenticity of the situation and if true, make preparations. We shall head to the Broad-Deep Province, as I want to personally meet this Su Mu."

After the call ended, Sikong Zhi took a deep breath and returned to the main hall.

"Has something happened?" The grey-clothed elder noticed the unmistakable joy on Sikong Zhi’s face.

"Uncle Li, South China is about to produce a Dragon Ascending celestial pride!"

Dragon Ascending?

The grey-clothed elder’s usually serene face finally showed a ripple of emotion, "Who?"

"Broad-Deep Province, Su Mu."

"Show me."

Upon these words, Sikong Zhi broke out in a cold sweat. He had indeed been overwhelmed by joy, blurting out words in front of a Martial Saint without verification.

Feeling the Martial Saint’s gaze, Sikong Zhi reluctantly took out his phone intending to use his authority to access the live broadcast of Broad-Deep Province’s selection event, but upon turning off Do Not Disturb mode.

Messages flooded in like a storm, all about Su Mu, along with messages from other governors, top martial arts families, and the president of Saint Martial University.

Sikong Zhi casually clicked on a news article titled [Missed the Broad-Deep Province selection event? Join now for the One-Slash Asura Su Mu’s epic highlights!]

Soon the video played, displaying a blazing sun, followed by a monstrous tidal wave, which lit up Sikong Zhi’s eyes. His peripheral vision also caught a hint of admiration in Uncle Li’s eyes, which left Sikong Zhi astounded, stirring a storm in his heart.

The fact that Uncle Li admired him was even more shocking than Su Mu’s one-against-hundred feat in Sikong Zhi’s view.

He couldn’t help but feel envious of this young man named Su Mu, and with his understanding of Uncle Li, perhaps Uncle Li was considering taking him as a disciple.

A Martial Saint’s Disciple!

This is an ultimate honor, an irresistible temptation. Even he, Sikong Zhi, lacks the qualifications.

If given the chance, asking a martial artist to choose between being a governor and a Martial Saint’s disciple would likely see no hesitation, as all would choose to become a Martial Saint’s disciple.

After the video ended, the gray-clad elder finished his cup of tea and exclaimed, "This Su Mu, not bad."