Realm-Hopping Martial Master-Chapter 422 - 261: Entering the Palace, Cleansing the Marrow, What is a Martial God, What is a Miracle

Chapter 422: Chapter 261: Entering the Palace, Cleansing the Marrow, What is a Martial God, What is a Miracle

In the eyes of ordinary people, the Martial Saint might only represent the Fifth Realm of Martial Arts, Qi Refining into Gang, where the powerful ones can even control Qi to levitate briefly, achieving what ordinary people cannot.

But in the eyes of the privileged like Wang Ziyi, the Martial Saint was not only about powerful realms.

If one were to say they are beneficiaries of the world’s rules, then the Martial Saint could even make the rules!

Especially now, with the emergence of the Star Gate and the invasion of Universe powerhouses.

Every Martial Saint was ardently courted by the Xia Country.

Though lacking the title of Feudal Governor, they possessed the reality of it; their Martial Arts reached the sky, and their power was overwhelming!

In the shopping mall, the heavy yet crisp sound of Wang Ziyi’s kowtows echoed, one after another. He clenched his teeth, his expression daring not to reveal the slightest unwillingness.

"As long as the Martial Saint speaks, our Wang Family is willing to make every effort to compensate the Martial Saint. We hope for the Martial Saint’s boundless magnanimity..." Wang Ziyi said with a trembling voice, his head bowed.

However, daring not to raise his head, he couldn’t imagine that the Martial Saint he so feared was now tilting his head to look at the young man he initially thought was utterly ordinary, as if waiting for some command.

"With your talent, becoming a Grandmaster is a waste of resources."

A man’s voice, which Wang Ziyi had never heard before, suddenly spoke. He kept his head down, puzzled internally, but dared not question it. He just continued to bow his head. This man might be the spokesperson for the Martial Saint.

"Watch the news tonight."

Jiang Shu spoke very faintly. What he encountered today was just the tip of the iceberg of oppression by the powerful in the vast Xia Country.

In Tianshu Province, and in every major province of the Xia Country, events like this might be happening every day.

Usually, he might have ignored it and directly punished the Wang Family.

But now, since he had created the "Everyone is like a dragon" fist, he intended to build a golden age where All People Like Dragons.

These privileged individuals are the trash blocking this golden age and must be completely swept away! Destroy a Wang Family? Not enough! I want the Xia Country to enter a phase of complete reshuffling! I want every citizen to live the life they desire through Martial Arts. I want wealth to be distributed equally, for every civilian to enjoy Martial Arts resources equivalent to those of these privileged sons. I want the world to be united, all people equal. Only then will the "Everyone is like a dragon" fist be able to condense conviction!

Taking a step forward, Jiang Shu did not speak further. Behind him, Ye Zhenzhen followed with perfect understanding, as if truly being magnanimous and sparing the Wang Family.

As the two left, a collective release of tense breaths could be heard in the shopping mall, followed by shocked murmurs at the sudden resolution of the incident.

There were also those who had unintentionally recorded videos, internally struggling, wanting to gain internet traffic but fearing retribution from either the Martial Saint or the Wang Family.

"Help me up..."

Covered in cold sweat, Wang Ziyi did not know what "watch the news tonight" meant. These words hung over his head like a Sword of Damocles, uncertain when and where it would fall.

However, from the current situation, it seemed better than being punished on the spot.

After all, though he had initiated the conversation this time, it was primarily flirtatious and did not involve true coercion or abuse.

If Father could contact a Martial Saint, or a Great Grandmaster connected to a Martial Saint, it might still be possible to mediate the situation. A significant financial loss is inevitable, but the Wang Family, as long as it maintains its current standing, could still slowly recover its Yuan Qi.

Clenching his teeth, Wang Ziyi breathed heavily. It’s just unfortunate for my future in Martial Arts. Mediating might only get the Martial Saint to spare the Wang Family, but my future in the Martial Arts circles of Tianshu Province will inevitably be ostracized. After all, who would want to be close to a Martial Artist who had offended a Martial Saint? Even if this Martial Artist came from a powerful family and was a Grandmaster.

Propped up by his bodyguards, Wang Ziyi took several deep breaths. He looked at the customers who had not yet left and forcibly adjusted his emotions, saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, please wait a moment and do not leave. Soon, each of you will receive three thousand Xia Country currency. The only requirement is that you all act as if today’s events never happened."

"If anyone has recorded this on their phones, as long as the videos are destroyed, each person can receive over ten thousand."

Wang Ziyi knew that in today’s digital age, this event would definitely spread like wildfire.

Offending a Martial Saint would not be concealed from the Martial Arts circles of Tianshu Province.

But among ordinary people, he felt he could still cover up the matter to the greatest extent possible.

Firstly, it would prevent him from suffering greater embarrassment.

Secondly, it would also prevent the Wang Family’s market value from rapidly evaporating and their reputation among the general public from plummeting.

The power of money is always great.

The customers understood that a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.

Wang Ziyi’s words, though sounding like a negotiation, also carried a hint of threat. After all, this was the Wang Family’s mall. With their ability to access surveillance footage, it would be a simple matter for the Wang Family to find out their identities and addresses.

Rather than provoke further trouble, it was better to take the hush money.

As Wang Ziyi made call after call, groups of staff gathered, transferring payments to each departing customer.

Some received just three thousand, while others who destroyed their videos and sold their phones to the staff received as much as thirty thousand.

Order was restored in the mall, and Wang Ziyi managed to minimize the spread of the incident. Simultaneously, the Wang Family frantically contacted their various connections, calling in favors, to see if they could find a Martial Saint to mediate on their behalf.