Tie Yuan was overjoyed after receiving the Zhongshan Spear and imdiately took it to see his master Tie Yue.
Tie Yue was the Sect Leader of the Mountain Character Sect, a renowned Martial Arts Grandmaster in the world. He wasn't very concerned about the Zhongshan Spear; if he was, he would have sent people to find Flying Tiger long ago.
He was just curious about where Tie Yuan obtained the Zhongshan Spear.
After hearing Tie Yuan recount the events, Tie Yue also developed so curiosity about Gao Xuan.
Not a disciple of the Six Paths and Eight Sects, yet at the age of twenty he reached the peak of an Innate Martial Artist? Such a genius is very rare.
Among billions of people, there will always be so extraordinary geniuses. However, the Martial Dao not only requires talent but also a renowned master and resources for developnt.
Those extraordinary geniuses, without opportunities, would not achieve much.
For soone outside of the Six Paths and Eight Sects to accomplish so much on their own is truly difficult.
Tie Yue said, "You should go inform your Master Chen."
He paused and continued, "However, your Master Chen values that disciple and might insist on revenge."
Tie Yuan was puzzled: "Flying Tiger betrayed the sect, and we didn't even kill him. He beca a bandit, disgracing the sect. He was killed during a robbery, and Master Chen still wants revenge? That makes no sense."
"Your Master Chen isn't known for being reasonable."
Tie Yue was a bit helpless; if Chen Siping had a better temper, he wouldn't be so isolated in the sect.
"What should we do then?" Tie Yuan was a bit anxious. "I assured them with complete confidence."
"Heh heh..."
Tie Yue said with so amusent, "You only t once, and you beca friends?"
He shook his head, "You, child, are too honest."
Tie Yuan defended himself, "Gao Xuan is exceptionally charming. He returned the Zhongshan Spear to directly without saying anything else. I can't let him get into trouble because of that."
Tie Yue thought for a mont and said, "Alright, I'll go talk to Siping. You needn't worry about this matter."
After Tie Yuan left, Tie Yue went to see Chen Siping.
Chen Siping, an elder of the Mountain Character Sect, never married and lived in a small courtyard behind the sect's main hall.
When Tie Yue arrived, Chen Siping was practicing with his spear in the courtyard. Holding the East Mountain Spear steady with both hands, he closed his eyes slightly, assuming a starting stance, immovable.
In just this one stance, Chen Siping had the poise to pierce the sky with his spear.
The Five Mountains Spear, with East Mountain supre. The East Mountain was said to be the place closest to heaven and the gods. The supre earthly Emperor always went to the East Mountain for heavenly and divine rites.
The East Mountain Spear took the aning of East Mountain's supremacy, with a spear stance both supre and victorious, embodying the might to pierce the sky in its enormity.
Chen Siping practiced the East Mountain Spear all his life and deeply understood its Spear Intent. Thus, when practicing, he focused more on honing the Spear Intent through postures.
Tie Yue sighed inwardly, noting Chen Siping's deep imrsion in the East Mountain Spear had made him arrogant and self-important.
"Siping, I need to tell you sothing. The Zhongshan Spear has been recovered..."
Tie Yue knew Chen Siping could hear him, so he simply recounted the matter briefly.
"Siping, let this matter end here. Don't seek revenge on that child anymore."
Chen Siping seed oblivious to Tie Yue's words, his expression unchanged. His slightly lowered eyes never even glanced at Tie Yue.
Tie Yue shook his head with so helplessness, turned, and left with his hands behind his back.
After a long while, Chen Siping stopped and took a deep breath. His Qi Blood Power dispersed through his pores, forming a majestic, crimson deity figure behind him.
The deity figure lingered for a long ti, only dissipating silently after Chen Siping exhaled again.
Chen Siping put away his spear, returned to his room, placed the East Mountain Spear on the rack, and after sitting in silence for a while, sneered, "Kill my disciple and pay with your life!"
Gao Xuan, living in the East Camp, suddenly sensed a wave of malice. This malice was so intense it posed so threat to him.
Gao Xuan didn't know where the trouble was coming from, guessing it was either the Mountain Character Sect or the Wind Sect.
However, having achieved the level of Grandmaster, there was nothing to fear even if these two sects caused trouble.
It was said that Mingjing had four Martial Saints, but there might be more. Given a Martial Saint's status, they wouldn't trouble him over such a small matter.
If they did co for him, Gao Xuan wasn't afraid, he could run if necessary. Worst case, he could always back down.
In reality, this was almost impossible. With a Martial Saint's strength, they could perceive any ill intent instantly. It was virtually impossible to confront a Martial Saint directly.
As Gao Xuan was contemplating, he sensed another wave of malice, albeit weaker, nowhere near the previous intensity.
anwhile, Shopkeeper Wan from Wanfu was talking with Feng Zhengyuan. Bowing deeply, he fawned, "Master Feng, the Water-Splitting Saber is in Gao Xuan's hands. I've also confird it: Feng Zhengchun was indeed killed by Gao Xuan. This kid is currently staying in the East Camp..."
Feng Zhengyuan, in his early thirties, was handso yet stern. Clearly a man of few words, with a solitary nature.
Feng Zhengyuan, known as the Heartless Saber, was a prominent mber of the Wind Sect's "character" generation, renowned for his cold-hearted nature. He and Feng Zhengchun were sworn brothers, having been raised closely together since childhood. Their bond was extrely deep.
Upon hearing that Feng Zhengchun was killed, Feng Zhengyuan was imdiately enraged. However, he wasn't a child, believing everything he heard. The matter needed thorough investigation.
Feng Zhengyuan dismissed Shopkeeper Wan, telling him to return the next day. He then went to inquire about the situation.
After so inquiries, Feng Zhengyuan didn't gather much information. Feng Zhengchun was far in the Southwest and preferred to travel alone. Even if there was news, it would take a long ti to relay back.
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