Chapter 867: Chapter 868: The Martial Saint of Zhumu
Celestial Roc Peak, located on the borders of the Western Regions, towers amidst the mountain ranges, ancient and vast. Above the ten-thousand-foot snow peak, there stands a stone city whose age is unknown.
This stone city is a gate left behind by an ancient kingdom of the Western Regions.
At this mont, on the rugged path leading to Celestial Roc Peak, teams are hastily climbing towards the snowy summit.
These climbing teams are exactly the various skilled masters of martial arts factions in the Western Regions.
Because Celestial Roc Peak’s towering height and dangerous terrain, many faction masters, lacking sufficient strength, dare not use Lightweight Skill to fly up the snowy peak.
Only the leaders of these factions dare to fly along the cliffs of Celestial Roc Peak, light as swallows.
And the ordinary masters of these factions all choose to climb the steep mountain on foot.
The advancing teams form an imposing flow, stretching from the mountain base to the peak, with thousands of people.
As these less powerful faction masters who could only climb Celestial Roc Peak on foot were sweating and laboriously ascending, suddenly, a dense sound of cutting through the air was heard.
Snap, snap.
Everyone turned towards the sound and was instantly stunned!
Over a hundred people in white, from a dangerous cliff not far from them, flew directly upwards, traversing the perilous cliff like walking on flat ground.
At the forefront of the flight were the Sect Leader Bai Tianhe and five elders, all in white robes with white beards flying, followed by robust young disciples.
In the blink of an eye, these flying figures disappeared from the view of all the factions’ mbers, swiftly heading towards the peak.
All the faction mbers standing on the mountain path took a long ti to recover, imdiately feeling a mix of complex emotions, and began to discuss controversially: “This is indeed the Hundred Poison Sect, fad throughout the Western Regions!”
“The Sect Leader of the Hundred Poison Sect and the five Grand Elders are majestic, with the deanor of an Immortal!”
“Even the masters of the Hundred Poison Sect far surpass us!”
Looking at the Hundred Poison Sect mbers who had already disappeared at the peak, all these masters of various factions felt both envy and loss.
On Celestial Roc Peak stands Stone City.
Having weathered through the ages, Stone City no longer retains its forr grandeur, with only so broken walls and ruins remaining.
Even so, one can still discern the once-mighty scale and the large expanse of Stone City.
In front of Stone City is a mottled bluestone square, enough to accommodate a thousand people, a training ground for ancient border guards and soldiers.
But now no more border guards are seen here, instead, martial arts experts from various large factions of the Western Regions gather here.
A dozen large and small factions, numbering over a thousand people, stood filling the bluestone square, engaging in heated discussions among themselves.
Only the lineup of the Hundred Poison Sect stood silent and solemn, in stark contrast to other factions who were laughing and chatting, with lax discipline.
Lin Fei sowhat understood why the Hundred Poison Sect could beco the foremost faction of the Western Regions.
Just looking at the discipline and quality of the Hundred Poison Sect, they are far superior to other factions.
The morning sun rises higher and higher, yet here in the Western Regions, even with sunlight shining on them, there is not a hint of warmth felt.
As ti passed, the experts from other factions began showing signs of impatience.
“Wasn’t the Martial Saint Zhumu who summoned the various factions?”
“Why hasn’t the Martial Saint been seen?”
“When will the Martial Saint appear?”
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Just as these faction experts were debating, suddenly, two black figures, like a great roc, descended upon the top of a once grandeur, now only giant stones-standing-ruined battlent of Stone City.
The two shadows were masked n in black.
Their gazes were sharp, and their aura chilling.
“The left and right stewards of the Martial Saint are here!”
“Since the two stewards are here, the Martial Saint will soon appear.”
“I wonder what great matter the Martial Saint intends to announce after summoning the various factions this ti?”
Seeing the two black-clad n appear atop the dilapidated battlent, experts from all the factions whispered among themselves furtively.
Lin Fei had learned in the past two days from Elder Bai that Martial Saint Zhumu had two stewards, left and right.
These two stewards managed the various factions of the Western Regions on behalf of Martial Saint Zhumu.
Moreover, both stewards possessed half-Martial Saint strength.
“Are all the thirteen factions, large and small of the Western Regions, present?” At this mont, standing on the dilapidated battlent, the masked man in black on the left swept his gaze over the heads of the various factions on the training ground.
Then said, “It seems all factions have arrived, very good! The Martial Saint will arrive shortly.”
Just as the steward finished speaking, a sound of birds flapping wings resounded, a burst of bird caws rose into the air.
Figure dozens of crows, eerily calling “Caaw, caaw,” taking off from the ruined walls of Stone City.
Experts from all factions in the square were startled, casting their gazes over.
At this mont, a gust picked up, stirring up the fragnted snow surrounding Stone City.
Fluttering and scattering, snowflakes danced all around.
When the snowflakes settled back to the ground, a masked figure in a white robe appeared between the two stewards on top of the ruined battlent.
With the appearance of this white-robed figure, an invisible pressure pervaded all of Stone City.
The ergence of this pressure caused all the initially whispering faction mbers to close their mouths, holding their breath, and dared not make a sound anymore.
Because they knew, the Martial Saint Zhumu had arrived!
Lin Fei, looking at the masked figure in a white robe standing atop the battlent, could feel the strong aura emanating from this person.
He felt that this masked white-robed person was on par in strength and aura with Jiangnan Martial Saint, Penglai Martial Saint.
Lin Fei could be certain; this masked white-robed person was Martial Saint Zhumu.
“The Martial Saint Zhumu has arrived, yet the various factions are not kneeling to greet?” The steward on the right said loudly to all the faction mbers on the square.
The Hundred Poison Sect masters standing in the middle of the square knelt along with Sect Leader Elder Bai.
Lin Fei, along with the five won disguised as n with Qin Zimo, also followed Elder Bai, pretending to kneel on the ground.
Elder Bai touched his head to the ground, shouting loudly, “Elder Bai, Sect Leader of the Hundred Poison Sect, pays respect to the Martial Saint Zhumu!”
The rest of the Hundred Poison Sect masters followed imdiately, “Pay respect to the Martial Saint Zhumu!”
At this ti, the other factions also followed the Hundred Poison Sect, kneeling on the ground, shouting like waves, “Pay respect to the Martial Saint Zhumu!”
Amongst the darkly gathered crowd, the five won of Qin Zimo had a look of indignation in their eyes. This so-called Martial Saint Zhumu, rely a martial arts master, yet demanded people to kneel and shout, acting like an emperor of ancient tis, even making them endure knee soreness.
If it weren’t for Lin Fei’s deterrent gaze stopping them, they would have long stood up and cursed the Martial Saint Zhumu.
“Everyone, please rise!” Martial Saint Zhumu, standing on the ruined battlent, said in a deep voice.
“Thank you, Martial Saint Zhumu!” Elder Bai and the faction leaders chorused.
Afterwards, mbers of each faction stood up from the ground.
“The reason I gathered you here today is to ask for your assistance with sothing.” Martial Saint Zhumu’s gaze swept across the faction leaders as he opened his mouth to speak.
“Please instruct us, Martial Saint!” All the faction leaders responded eagerly, as if ready to go through fire and water for Martial Saint Zhumu.
“I need you to help find soone in the Western Regions; this person’s na is Lin Zheng.” Martial Saint Zhumu, his gaze intense, addressed everyone.
Upon hearing this na, all those on the square imdiately erupted into an uproar.
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