“Besides, Qiao Zhong’s death cannot be in vain… It seems that his life or death is still uncertain, but if he falls into the hands of the Martial Saint, it is only a matter of time before he dies.” Jade-faced Flying Dragon thought of the sixty-year-old man he had met by chance, and his heart was quite shocked.
The Martial Saint dares to eat, he dares to let others eat, and he even lets him eat a few more members of the Qiao family.
All he could say was that he was shocked.
"If Tingchao Tower can spread the news, the Qiao family should also know... Although I don't know which Qiao family this Qiao Zhong is referring to..."
What decision will the Qiao family make after hearing the news? Will they go to rescue Qiao Zhong, or, as Qiao Zhong said, use the flesh and blood of the Qiao family to fill the gluttonous mouth of the Martial Saint
Jade-faced Flying Dragon naturally didn't know the answer to this question, he could only say that he had done his best.
The fifth-rank warrior listened and pondered for a moment, then said:
"Then I will try to spread the news of the Martial Saint through the government. After all, as a fifth-rank warrior, I am also a nominal official in Heyang Prefecture..."
"Perhaps in a few years, we will die at the hands of the Martial Saint, but before that, I will never let the Martial Saint have an easy time."
The two soon said goodbye and went their separate ways.
After Jade-faced Flying Dragon left, he immediately went to a familiar teahouse in the west of the city, told the shopkeeper a secret code, and ordered a small private room.
Not long after, a storyteller dressed in green and carrying a sword walked in.
"Is this the Jade-faced Flying Dragon who is famous in the Heyang Prefecture? I heard he is a fourth-rank master." Jiang Chen walked into the room with a smile on his face.
He joined Tingchao Tower, although he was forced to do so.
But it was also thanks to joining Tingchao Tower, otherwise, with his identity and strength, he would never be able to come into contact with a fourth-grade master.
Tingchao Tower is famous for its powerful intelligence capabilities, and this is all thanks to Tingchao Tower's informants spread across Kyushu... A large portion of these strange stories are actually provided by wandering wanderers like Yumian Feilong.
"Is it a 'true story' or a 'strange news'?" Jiang Chen asked with a smile.
If it is true, Tingchaolou will ask the informant to provide more information to ensure its authenticity.
If it is a strange story, then there is no need for that. It doesn’t matter whether it is true or not. It is just for fun. As long as it can attract people’s attention, that’s enough.
"It's true." Jade-faced Flying Dragon sighed:
"But this true story is probably stranger than any strange story."
"Don't be afraid of what I'm about to say..."
"The infamous martial saint has reappeared, and he is actually a man-eating demon... Even the top ten martial arts masters in the previous generation's hero list were killed by him..."
... .
"Really? Are you serious? Are you stupid or am I stupid?"
"Shunfenger" looked at Jiang Chen in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.
"Shun Feng Er" is the code name for the members of Ting Chao Lou, just like the most famous "Bai Xiao Sheng" back then.
And his Shunfenger was actually the fake captain and storyteller who forcibly dragged Jiang Chen into Tingchao Tower yesterday.
"Although I am a member of the 'strange news' faction in Tingchao Tower and prefer to talk about the romantic affairs of the top ten lousy pants in the martial arts world... But the matter of the Martial Saint is ten times or even a hundred times more serious than the lousy pants matter!"
His interest suddenly perked up.
When he does things, he doesn't care whether they are true or false, he only cares about the word "strange".
As for what the Martial Saint said, it really seemed outrageous to him.
"I've made my decision on this matter. I'll go to the teahouse later." Shunfenger said slowly.
Although he had made a decision, there was still one thing that puzzled him.
"If this is true, given the Martial Saint's style of doing things, how could he have allowed Jade-faced Flying Dragon and the other two to return to Heyang Prefecture alive?"
"What is he thinking? Is he deliberately using these two people to spread this matter?"
"After lying dormant for forty years, why would the Martial Saint reveal the truth about the previous generation of the martial arts world at this time?"
Shunfenger narrowed his eyes and looked far away at Xuantian Temple in the north of the city, as if thinking about something.
Chapter 97 The Last Hope of Human Race (3k
"Have you heard?"
At the entrance of the teahouse, Shunfenger patted a familiar customer on the shoulder:
"The story of the Martial Saint has been spreading like wildfire lately. I heard that he finally showed up—"
"Yes, I heard that the top ten martial arts masters in the last era all died at his hands." The familiar customer sighed.
"I really didn't expect this... The top ten in the world didn't die at the hands of strangers, but at the hands of martial saints..."
"The martial arts world of the last era was ended by the hands of the Martial Saint and his family. No wonder when many major sects such as Shaolin and Wudang were destroyed, none of the top ten martial artists at that time showed up. It turns out that they had already died..."
After chatting with the regular customer, Shunfenger moved on to the next regular customer.
"Have you heard about the Martial Saint? I heard he's a glutton—"
"The man-eating demon." The familiar customer turned around and, without waiting for Shunfenger to finish his words, he enthusiastically continued the conversation:
“Just a few days ago, the Martial Saint had a physical fight with the Saint Maiden Wu Qingxin outside the city. Under the moonlight, they fought passionately and finally squeezed the Saint Maiden dry… Do you think the Martial Saint is a beast or a demon to do such a thing? That was his disciple who he raised since childhood. He had raised her for so many years, and he just took advantage of her.”
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"No, where did you hear this?" Shunfenger took a deep breath on the spot.
"Tingchao Tower, do you know Tingchao Tower? It is the most transcendent and mysterious force in the martial arts world. Shaolin and Wudang have both been destroyed. Even the martial arts saints back then could not destroy Tingchao Tower..."
"Let me tell you, Tingchao Lou actually loves to spread these kinds of shitty stories, for example, there's a guy who calls himself the Wind-Earing Master..."
"Ahem. Even if it's Tingchao Tower, you have to provide evidence when you talk about things." Shunfenger continued without blushing or panting:
"What you said is too outrageous."
"What's so outrageous about that? In fact, I was at the scene at that time, and I even recorded the incident in full." As the familiar customer spoke, he looked around, then mysteriously took out a small notebook from his arms and handed it to Shunfenger's hand.
Shunfenger took it in confusion, flipped a page at random and took a look:
"The Martial Saint looked down at the Saint of the Immortal Sect, his expression as cold and arrogant as ever, without a trace of warmth. His tone was like a thousand-year-old Arctic iceberg: Woman, you are playing with fire."
"If you dare to leave my side again, even the Immortal Sect can't protect you."
"Qingxin, your weakness is that your mind is not clear enough. Let me see how much your mind has improved..."
“... .”
Shunfenger silently closed the thread-bound book, his expression a little dull.
The book guest smiled and raised a finger in front of him:
"One ounce of silver."
Well, I met a bookseller.
These guys acted pretty quickly. It had only been a few days since the Martial Saint showed up, but they had already arranged for the pornographic book.
The bookseller saw that Shunfenger didn't say anything and thought that it was not to his taste, so he took out another small book:
"Don't like it? I have something even better."
"This is a martial arts secret manual that even martial arts saints have praised! It only costs two taels of silver."
Shunfenger looked at the book "Chrysanthemum Acupoint Pressing" in the bookseller's hand and fell into deep thought.
Not long.
He walked out with a pile of books in his hands and met Jiang Chen's strange gaze.
"That bookseller is quite talented and quick in his actions. Perhaps he has the qualifications to be a storyteller of the strange news faction." Shunfenger explained forcefully:
"I want to examine his writing skills carefully. If he is acceptable, perhaps I can recruit him to join our Tingchao Tower."
"..." Jiang Chen had nothing to say. He was just a newcomer recruited by Shunfenger, so he just accepted whatever the seniors said.
"Putting this little matter aside..." Shunfenger stuffed the small books into his bag and continued:
"This matter of the Martial Saint has become a big deal."
"I originally wanted to add fuel to the fire and let this matter spread more widely, but now it seems that we don't need to do anything at all. This matter itself is a huge tsunami. Why should we add fuel to the fire?" Shunfenger sighed.
If this incident had not been shocking enough and spread widely enough, how could there be booksellers who would rush to produce pornographic books to take advantage of the popularity
"By the way, Jiang Chen, aren't you very concerned about the story of the Qiao family? This time, in such a top event as the appearance of the Martial Saint, a member of the Qiao family also showed up."
"Qiao Pifu died at the hands of Saint Wu Qingxin, who burned him alive at the gate of Xuantian Temple."
"And then, the elder of the family, Qiao Zhong, participated in the Wu Ji Association's hunting of the Saintess... But no one expected that this matter would actually involve the Martial Saint, and even Qiao Zhong fell into the hands of the Martial Saint."
"Qiao Zhong... is indeed an extraordinary person." Jiang Chen was also moved when he said this.
He was the storyteller from Tingchao Tower who had direct contact with Jade-faced Flying Dragon, so he was particularly impressed.
"If it is true as Qiao Zhong said, that there are more and stronger Qiao family members in this world, that would be great."
Jiang Chen sighed slightly.
The strongest person in martial arts was actually a figure like the Martial Saint, which really shocked the storytellers in Tingchao Tower.
While the two were talking, there was suddenly a commotion at the entrance of the vegetable market in the distance.
It could be vaguely seen that two gangsters had an argument, and when they got angry, they started a duel in the street.
Jiang Chen and Shunfenger leaned in to listen, and discovered that this commotion was actually related to the incident involving the Martial Saint.
The two martial artists were originally drinking and chatting in the restaurant next door, but they ended up arguing over the matter of the Martial Saint.
"The Martial Saint is the last hope for warriors of our generation!" The swordsman drank the wine, his face flushed, and at this moment he shouted angrily:
"Although the aliens share the same origin as us humans, have they ever considered us humans as human beings?"
"In their mouths, we are mortals, ordinary people... The Martial Saint is the strongest in the martial arts. If there is anyone in the world who can fight against the Immortal, then it is only him. He is the strongest and his hope is the greatest!"
"Bullshit!" The swordsman also drank wine and spoke in a very elegant and easy-going manner: "What can the Martial Saint represent? Can he represent the human race? Can he represent warriors?"
"You crooked ass, the Martial Saint will eat you tomorrow, do you want to contribute to the martial arts?"
The swordsman was choked for a moment, his eyes widened:
"What does it have to do with me? The Martial Saint absorbs the energy of mid- to high-grade martial artists, and I am only rank eight..."
"So it's easier to talk while standing." The swordsman was also drunk, and his steps were a little crooked:
"Thirty years ago, the Martial Saint ate the top ten masters in the world. In the past twenty to thirty years, the Martial Saint ate three thousand disciples. What about now? What about in the future?"
"If he has nowhere to go, do you think he will eat you?"
"You are making something out of nothing... and this is a world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong." The swordsman drew his sword with a gloomy face and wrestled with the swordsman.
The spectators gathered in a circle and cheered loudly.
The Martial Saint is a top martial artist who has been in seclusion for forty years. He is relatively far away from ordinary people and is just a legend in the martial arts world from decades ago.
The people of Dayan do not live long, and events from decades ago may be separated by one or two generations at most.
Therefore, even if the Martial Saint feeds on warriors, this knife will not fall on the heads of ordinary people for a while.
"Beat him, beat him hard, I want to see a river of blood!"
In the crowd, several Taoists from Xuantian Temple watched this scene and just found it funny.
"There's no need for us to do anything. These ordinary warriors can beat their brains out by themselves."
"The Martial Saint probably never expected that after his deeds were exposed, there would still be warriors who regarded him as the last hope of the human race..."
"Haha... So these mortals are really interesting."
These Taoists watched the fight for a while, and soon soldiers and officers arrived, and even Prefect Lou came in person. With a stern face, they arrested the two drunk warriors.
"Let's go back to the Taoist temple too."
"Fortunately, we have joined Xuantian Temple and are now members of the immortal sect. We are no longer ordinary warriors." These errand warriors smiled and discussed:
"Martial Saint, this is actually not a small matter. If we report it to our senior brother on the mountain, will it be considered a merit? Can we get the senior brother to teach us the Xuanmen Dao?"
The errand boys and martial artists returned to the Taoist temple, chatting and laughing.
... .
Deep in the Qingming Mountains, the Xuantian Sect.
"Disciple Chiyang greets the elders."