Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1555 - 93 Teacher_2

Chapter 1555 -93 Teacher_2

“Isn’t that the Deputy Sect Master of Wanxiang Sect from Fenglin Continent… Why is he here?”

“Could it be that Wanxiang Sect harbors some scheme for Huangji Continent as well?”

Back when Yang Que led the campaign against the Primitive Demonic Sect, he suffered a crushing defeat in the first battle at Wanxiang Sect’s doorstep. Thousands of Nascent Soul Cultivators were annihilated in the blink of an eye. Not only was Yang Que forced to flee in utter disgrace, but even ‘it’ was left deeply apprehensive.

It wasn’t merely because of how quickly Yang Que was captured, but more so because of the profound strength Wanxiang Sect revealed in that battle.

“Void Refining… Wanxiang Sect hides their strength so deeply. Not even the shattering of the heavens and earth could compel them to reveal a Void Refining cultivator. Their ambitions must be vast. Their journey to Huangji Continent this time is certainly not a casual move… Guan Ao…”

That consciousness silently pondered for a moment before finally making a decision.

At the same time.

Outside and within Banqiao City.

Under the skyward gazes of Chijian, Lu Yu, the Tattoo Face Martial Saint, and all cultivators and True Martial cultivators.

A figure in a green robe, walking as though in a garden stroll, approached from the horizon above the clouds.

Though he seemed at ease, after only seven steps, he had already descended upon Banqiao City.

Cloud-like mist seemed to swirl around him, his aura concealed within, without the slightest leakage.

Only his pair of eyes shone like stars, bright and resplendent.

If one were not intimately familiar with him or possessed a remarkably advanced realm, they would have no inkling of his identity.

The Tattoo Face Martial Saint snapped out of his dread and glanced at the sprawling True Martial cultivator army outside the city and the Dragon Transformation Pool above. Particularly at the latter, his heart steadied in an instant. He then roared sharply:

“Who are you?”

“Hiding your face and exposing only fragments—how dare you obstruct my True Martial Great Dao to save all beings!”

However, what enraged him most was when the green-robed figure completely disregarded his questioning. Instead, the man’s gaze swept directly toward the Eighth Prince, a leftover from the Qian forces, accompanied by a faint undertone of serene joy, despite his face being unreadable:

“It has been over a hundred years since we parted above the North Sea. I’ve missed you greatly. Senior Chijian, I wonder—are you well?”

The voice was calm, not particularly loud.

Yet in the deathly silence pervading the space, it reverberated like thunder.

All eyes turned toward Chijian involuntarily.

Amid the crowd’s stare, upon hearing the green-robed man’s voice, Chijian’s expression instantly grew incomparably complex.

Although he had deduced the man’s identity through the intricacies of a single strike, the shock brought by the visitor’s complete presence still rendered his heart almost otherworldly.

A hundred years might not be considered overly long to a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Yet Chijian vividly remembered their parting then—this man was still clearly at Golden Core Perfection. And now…

“Yes, yes indeed… It’s only been a mere hundred years… Have you—could it be you’ve stepped upon that path?”

Chijian disregarded pleasantries entirely, unable to resist asking.

The green-robed man smiled faintly:

“Is Senior referring to Immortal Ascension? Haha, not yet—it’s still too early.”

Upon hearing his response, Chijian’s heart grew even more alarmed.

Even that single strike earlier had already surpassed his imagination, yet it seemed the man hadn’t even reached Immortal Ascension… If he truly stepped onto that stage, what kind of transcendence and peerlessness would it involve?

And what marvel would Chijian’s Eight Aspects Sword achieve if it attained such heights?

Once such thoughts arose, he momentarily forgot his perilous state from moments earlier, unable to suppress his yearning, sighing in amazement:

“You brat—the rate at which your prowess has grown is simply absurd. Just a mere hundred or so years… Don’t address me as Senior anymore; I feel embarrassed hearing it. Strength comes first—let’s treat each other as equals regardless of Xumi.”

At that very moment.

“Cowardly fool! How dare you look down upon me!”

The Tattoo Face Martial Saint, now exasperated from being ignored, erupted in a rage-filled roar!

The tattoo mark on his face became a flushed, twisted crimson from the inflating surge of blood.

With clasping hands, he instantly summoned two massive iron spears from the True Martial Army near Knife Abyss. Grabbing one, his muscles bulged, blood energy surged violently, and, exerting all his might, he hurled it heavily toward the green-robed man!

Hum—

The dense iron spear pierced through the air at staggering speed; the resulting sonic burst was so sharp that nearby cultivators within the city had their ears violently ruptured!

Some low-class cultivators even had their entire bodies directly explode into bloody mist!

Screams erupted endlessly!

Their already short distance coupled with the Tattoo Face Martial Saint’s full-force throw resulted in unparalleled swiftness.

Being the first to react, Chijian formed his fingers into a sword gesture, slashing out with a streak of sword light to intercept. Yet ultimately, he was still too late. All he could do was watch helplessly as the blurring iron spear violently penetrated the green-robed man’s body!

And then the man’s body shattered instantly, blood and flesh scattering into the air!

“Wang Ba!”

“Deputy Sect Master!”

Chijian and Lu Yu’s expressions changed drastically!

The cultivators within Banqiao City were also visibly shaken.

As for the Tattoo Face Martial Saint, he stared in stunned disbelief at scoring such an effortless hit, but soon began laughing boisterously toward the heavens:

“I wondered what kind of figure you were, but it turns out you’re merely a silver-coated spear tip! To dare flaunt arrogance before me—deserving nothing less than death at the point of my spear!”

However, the very next instant, his body stiffened with terror as his head whipped upward.

That same familiar green-robed figure now overlooked him, eyes tinged with a trace of compassion while shaking his head slightly.

This gaze immediately ignited the Tattoo Face Martial Saint’s fury.

“Wretch! Prepared to die!”

In anger, he seized another giant spear beside him. His arm muscles swelled instantly, Qi and Blood surged like molten lava, and crimson steam gushed frenetically from his pores!

With lightning speed, he hurled it directly at the green-robed man!

Bang!

Once again, the green-robed man’s body shattered, blood spraying everywhere.

The Tattoo Face Martial Saint’s face lit up with a gleeful smile.

Yet within the blink of an eye, that same green-robed figure reassembled silently behind him, saying nothing, only exhibiting the same peculiar gaze brimming with wordless unease.