Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1551 - 92 Rescue_2

Chapter 1551 -92 Rescue_2

The Martial Saint is a presence within the ranks of True Martial Cultivators, second only in power to the Martial Ancestor.

It is said that he was once a fugitive from a small nation and was saved by the Martial Ancestor, who imparted cultivation methods to him.

Due to his extraordinary mastery and exceptional talent, he has become, at just over one hundred and ten years old, the only Class V True Martial Cultivator apart from the Martial Ancestor. Thus, he is revered by the True Martial order as the ‘Martial Saint.’

In terms of achieving Class V at such an age, his brilliance even surpasses that of the Martial Ancestor.

This title eventually became known among the cultivators of Huangji Continent, and as he led the True Martial Cultivators in attacks on cities and the persecution of other cultivators, his notoriety spread far and wide, and the title gained prominence.

But the cultivators within Banqiao City never expected that their small city would warrant the personal intervention of the Martial Saint.

“The heavens are unjust! Why is it that a Class V True Martial Cultivator can act, but our Immortal Ascension cultivators cannot?”

“If the Immortal Ascension cultivators of Huangji Continent still existed, would we be subdued in this way?”

Someone lamented.

Yet among the horrified cultivators, there was a trace of confusion:

“Why would the Martial Saint come personally to attack Banqiao City?”

Almost instantly, some cultivators, quick to react, realized why such a minor city like Banqiao would attract the Martial Saint.

“It’s the Eighth Prince!”

“The Eighth Prince! The Martial Saint must be seeking him!”

This was the only possible explanation, for the Martial Saint holds a revered status among True Martial Cultivators. A minor city like Banqiao could, in the past, only attract a few Class IV True Martial Cultivators leading groups of Class II and Class III True Martial Cultivators to besiege it.

It would have been impossible to attract someone as formidable as the Martial Saint.

Only the Eighth Prince of Qian—who had fled during the fall of the Imperial Capital, striking down over twenty Class IV True Martial Cultivators in one swift attack, shocking the realm, and seizing a large number of cultivators—could warrant such attention.

Upon realizing this, cultivators harboring thoughts of escape exchanged uneasy glances.

Typically, with the Martial Saint present, almost none of the cultivators within Banqiao City would have a chance to escape unless someone took the brunt of the attack…

But there was no time to dwell on such thoughts, and the cultivators activated magic tools, talismans, and all other defensive measures they had, and quickly began to retreat.

BOOM!

The Mixed Iron Javelin lazily pierced through the void, heading straight for Banqiao City.

The city’s protective Great Array activated instantly but shattered in a thunderous explosion after just a brief moment of resistance!

“So fast!”

The cultivators who hadn’t managed to retreat from the city walls cried out in terror, their faces suddenly twisting in disbelief, their eyes filled with dread!

The javelin pierced through the protective array and with its momentum barely diminished continued its lethal trajectory, roaring toward the cultivators stationed at the city wall!

The fortified walls, tempered over countless years, crumbled like dust when struck by the nearing javelin.

Those closest to the javelin, standing atop the wall, had no time to resist. The shockwave produced merely by the javelin slicing through the void crushed them into bloodied fragments that exploded on the spot! freeweɓnøvel.com

Even Golden Core practitioners were not spared!

Such a horrifying scene turned the faces of the surrounding cultivators pale in an instant!

At that moment—

An eight-colored sword-light shimmered silently as it slashed out from within Banqiao City!

With unmatched precision, the sword-light struck the middle of the javelin’s shaft.

DENG–WONG—

A deafening clamor emanated from the clash of sword-light and javelin, a rapid vibration so overwhelming it seemed as if it would rupture the ears of those nearby.

The eight-colored sword-light, both crude and ingenious, swiftly fragmented into strands as thin as threads, skillfully unloading the force contained in the javelin’s shaft. The redirected javelin veered off course, piercing straight through a Nascent Soul cultivator who had just begun to show relief, then skewered into the earth with a thud.

A rain of blood fell!

The entirety of Banqiao City plunged into a dead silence.

This is the might of a Class V True Martial Cultivator!

Swoosh.

A disheveled figure flew out of the city like sword-light, halting abruptly before Banqiao City. His visage grim, he gazed toward the horizon where the dense wave of True Martial Cultivators was advancing!

“It’s the Eighth Prince!”

“The Eighth Prince has come!”

The same cultivators who had once sung the praises of Emperor Yang Que now saw this disheveled figure and, as if awakening from a dream, could not suppress their cries, seemingly yearning to announce this cultivator’s identity to all the True Martial troops.

The disheveled cultivator was none other than Chijian.

Though he stood solemnly at the forefront, his Sword Heart was crystalline, as if reflecting the thoughts of these cultivators clearly.

He let out a cold snort.

The cultivators on the city wall, hearing this cold snort, felt it rumble like thunder. Their minds reeled in panic, and none dared utter another word.

Yet now was not the time for recriminations. Facing the overwhelming army of True Martial cultivators, even someone as fearless as Chijian, indifferent to life and death, unafraid of Martial Saints, could not suppress the heavy dread weighing in his heart.

“If I die, so be it. But my Sword Dao’s legacy… And the innocent remnants of the Ye family’s bloodline—the Ancestor may deserve his fate, but they have done nothing wrong…”

A rare shadow of sorrow flickered in Chijian’s heart.

He had studied the sword since youth and, once accomplished, had grown to despise the corrupt rule of his family over Huangji Continent. Disillusioned, he took up a wandering life, severing relations with the Ye family.

He had believed he had cut all ties with his family, but over a century ago on the eve of disaster, he learned from his nephew that the Ye family’s Immortal Ascension elders had vanished overnight, leaving the Ye family teetering at the brink of ruin. Only then did he realize that no matter how much he despised his lineage, he could not entirely ignore it.