Martial Saint through Reading

Worship the gods... Kneel to the benefactor...

It seems it was supposed to be this way.

Feeng Zhi knelt down.

From a high place.

Chu Ming looked at his palm, then at the black hidden weapon that had turned into an ordinary short blade.

In a moment of danger, the Qi Rhyme from [Calligraphy and Painting] overflowed, successfully purifying this black weapon with terrifying corrosive power.

The Qi Rhyme not only caused the Artifact Refining Master Hoong Ying to lose composure, but now it also exhibited the power of purification.

It seemed that as long as the white light shrouded, everything was under his control.

Subsequently, Chu Ming looked down at the Seven Meridian Unlocking expert of the Wind Spirit Race, Feeng Zhi, kneeling below.

Feeling the gentle hue behind him, he gained deeper insights in his heart.

Relying solely on his own Qi Rhyme was not enough, the purifying power, and Feeng Zhi’s kneeling, must have been his Qi Rhyme borrowing the momentum of sunrise.

Previously, he thought the Qi Rhyme of [Calligraphy and Painting] would only cause ordinary people to see him as a saint, but now it seems the potential is significant, only it hadn’t been developed before.

Chu Ming’s heart thought moved slightly, retracting his Qi Rhyme, and the white brilliance faded away.

”Stand up.”

He leaped off the building, walking over to Feeng Zhi.

”E-Elder...”

Feeng Zhi was startled, not seeming to understand what had just happened to him.

”Cough cough...”

At this moment, a sound came from the ruins behind.

”Feeng Yi!”

Feeng Zhi quickly ran over, clearing away the debris, rescuing the heavily injured but alive Feeng Yi from within.

Meanwhile, Chu Ming approached the pit created by the explosion of Lang Qian and the Five Blood Guards.

The explosion’s power was so great that nothing was left behind.

There was some regret, but not much.

Because the true spoils were this stronghold!

[Sword Gourd Spirit] spread out like a tide, instantly covering the stronghold.

Most members of the Blood Evil Sect and Wolf Race had been poisoned to death, with a few in the Refining Organ Realm still struggling.

”Feeng Zhi,” Chu Ming spoke.

”I am here,” Feeng Zhi responded immediately.

But he quickly felt something was off, wondering what had happened to him?

And how did the elder know his name?

”There are some remaining Refining Organ Realm survivors in the stronghold.”

”I will kill them now!”

Upon hearing this, anger surged in Feeng Zhi’s heart.

”Elder... cough cough... I will go too.”

Feeng Yi propped himself up with his Green Spear, struggling to stand.

”The east and south have the most, especially at the dock,”

Chu Ming informed the two of the positions of the Wolf Race and Blood Evil Sect Refining Organ Realm, then he didn’t linger, his figure flashing as he ran toward the depths.

There, the [Sword Gourd Spirit] had detected something good.

Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi saw Chu Ming leave and immediately sprang into action, rushing toward the northwest direction of the stronghold.

”Elder, shouldn’t we go to the east and south docks?” Feeng Yi asked in confusion.

”Let’s check the tree prison first.” Feeng Zhi wanted to check on the battle situation at the tree prison and how many clansmen had died in battle.

More importantly, he wanted to see whether Feeng Yao had taken half of the Clan Tree.

A moment later.

The two arrived at the tree prison.

There were many corpses of Wind Spirit Race people at the entrance of the tree prison.

The two suppressed their grief and walked into the tree prison.

Due to the battle, the tree prison had become a complete ruin.

”See if there is a Clan Tree.”

”Okay.”

The two frantically searched the tree prison.

Not long after.

”Elder!”

Feeng Yi excitedly held up a sapling.

”The Clan Tree!”

Feeng Zhi hurried over.

But then.

”No, this isn’t the Clan Tree!”

It looked identical, he could even sense the familiar aura of the Clan Tree.

Wind Spirit Race people could communicate with the Wind Spirit Race Clan Tree, but he tried several times, to no avail.

Feeng Yi also tried a few times eagerly, with no feedback either.

Connecting the dots with everything that happened before, Feeng Zhi immediately realized the reason.

”The Wolf Race used a fake Clan Tree to deceive us! The real Clan Tree isn’t here!”

”Elder, what should we do now?”

”Search while killing!” Feeng Zhi’s eyes were filled with a murderous gleam.

They took such a huge risk entering the Wolf Race stronghold, partly to rescue clansmen, but mainly for half of the Clan Tree.

With the Clan Tree, only then could the Wind Spirit Race become a race with complete heritage, breaking through the shackles!

On the other side.

Chu Ming followed his probe to a bunker.

The bunker was hidden beneath a grand temple.

This temple was the dwelling of a Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm expert who hunted the Wind Spirit Race.

And now, this place was ownerless.

He struck a palm.

BOOM—

The bunker shook violently but didn’t collapse.

If one palm wasn’t enough, he’d strike a few more.

Boom boom boom!

After dozens of palms, plus two Elemental Technique Ten Extreme Star Rings, the gigantic door blocking the bunker turned into ruins.

Without the massive door blocking, golden light and jade radiance shot out from within.

Chu Ming stepped inside, ignoring the treasures of gold and silver, walking straight inward, finally stopping before a golden platform.

There was only one item on the platform, a Golden Silk Feather Robe, extremely luxurious and dazzling.

The golden silk wasn’t gold, touching it felt like a kind of silk, and the feathers didn’t know which exotic beast’s feathers they were.

His heart thought moved, and the Primordial Black Blade shot out.

Not a scratch was left.

The defensive power was astonishing.

Picking it up for a look, it felt very light, even lighter than ordinary clothing, but the style was feminine...

Moreover, it seemed unfinished.

The lower half of the Golden Silk Feather Robe had obvious signs of incomplete work.

”Put it away.”

Chu Ming didn’t want to dwell on it, lightly waved his sleeve, and stored the Golden Silk Feather Robe away.

Even though it was incomplete, the value of this Golden Silk Feather Robe was among the top treasures in the bunker.

He then continued deeper inside.

Arriving at the place where medicines were placed.

Centuries-old herbs, five-century-old herbs, and even millennium-old herbs, he took them all.

Soon after.

”This is...”

Chu Ming picked up a jade bottle and opened the stopper, and immediately a refreshing fragrance wafted out from the bottle.

”Azure Ancient Spirit Dew!”

A single drop was comparable to hundreds or even thousands of drops of Azure Ancient Juice, a treasure that even those in the Bone Marrow Cleansing Realm would covet!

After a brief surprise, Chu Ming stored the Azure Ancient Spirit Dew into the Golden Fragments.

This drop of Azure Ancient Spirit Dew would be of great use, if consumed, it could help him quickly unblock two or even three meridians!

After securing the Azure Ancient Spirit Dew, Chu Ming continued deeper.

Up ahead, a golden door appeared.

Boom——

He shattered the golden door, and the scene suddenly changed.

Behind him was splendorous and majestic, while in front of him was bloody and terrifying.

Inside the golden door, eight blood-red chains hung in the air, with one person locked in the center.

The person’s aura was weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

This scene looked somewhat familiar.

Back in the Black Wind Stronghold dungeon, Yan Huan, who claimed to be the Crown Prince of Great Yan, was also bound by eight collar chains.

The difference was that the person in front of him didn’t have a blood pool beneath, and had a broken hat crown embedded in his scalp, looking extremely eerie.

Moreover, the Sword Gourd Spirit detected something hidden within this person, similar to the black hidden weapon he had purified before.

Breaking down the golden door was quite loud, yet the person did not lift his head, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.

The Sword Gourd Spirit detected that the person was in a state of deep coma.

The reason for the deep coma...

Chu Ming looked at the broken hat crown, a crown seemingly fused with the person’s skull.

Upon closer observation, the hat crown was engraved with wolf-shaped patterns, with a flow of blood within the lines.

The broken hat crown was absorbing life force, causing the deep coma.

The reason Chu Ming came here was precisely for that hat crown.

The crown gave him a very strange feeling, much like the bronze fragment obtained from Kuirong Zhi’s young Horde Lord, his Qi Blood stirred slightly.

A curse and corruption entwined on the crown.

Just like the corrosive power of the black hidden weapon, seemingly in a struggle for the body with the crown.

It couldn’t be touched directly, nor could it be like the bronze fragment, communicating with Qi Blood.

The Sword Gourd Spirit spread out, ready to examine the chained person and the surrounding area carefully.

After a moment.

He frowned slightly.

The entire blood prison, the eight chains, and the chained person had been examined in detail, yet no useful information was found.

Chu Ming’s eyes fell upon the chained person.

”It seems that only by waking this person can there be a chance to learn more.”

He raised his right hand, gathering three Ten Extremes Star Rings in his palm.

The Primordial Black Blade responded, prying open the chained person’s mouth, and the Ten Extremes Star Ring flew inside, along with two pills.

One was poison, the other was a pill to heal injuries.

After a moment.

The pill took effect, and the chained person struggled to open his eyes.

First, he glanced around blankly, then his eyes turned lifelessly towards Chu Ming.

”You... are not... my Wolf Race... clansman.” He seemed not to have spoken for a long time, making his speech a bit awkward.

Chu Ming did not respond.

Through sensing, he had already detected the aura of the Wolf Race upon him, which was why he fed him poison and the Ten Extremes Star Ring before awakening him.

”Has the Wolf Race... been annihilated?” the chained person continued to ask.

”No, but soon.” This time, Chu Ming replied.

”Soon...” The chained person lifted his head, and underneath the disheveled hair, his once lifeless eyes burst with endless hatred.

”What a pity, what a pity, my Wolf Race cannot see it!”

Wolf Race?

Chu Ming was taken aback.

According to records, only one person in the Wolf Race could call himself the Wolf Race, and that was the current Clan Leader of the Wolf Race.

Is the person in front of him the Wolf Race’s Clan Leader?

Why was the Clan Leader locked here?

”Seeing your expression, you must have guessed who I am, right?” The Wolf Race seemed to have run out of strength, his head drooped again, and his voice turned somber.

”The Wolf Race’s demise was destined from that sacrificial ritual...”

”I just didn’t expect, the Wolf Race didn’t perish, but I was stabbed in the back by my own younger brother first.”

”The Yan Thief then took the opportunity to seize our clan’s treasure, feeding on my flesh and blood...”

Sacrificial ritual? Younger brother’s betrayal? Yan Thief? Clan treasure?

That’s a lot of information.

Chu Ming’s eyes sparkled, thoughts racing.

A century ago, the Wolf Race indeed performed a sacrificial ritual with the lives of a county, ultimately leading to their massacre by the Great Qin Dynasty.

Afterward, the Wolf Race disappeared for a hundred years, only to reappear alongside the Blood Evil Sect.

But according to the Wolf Race’s Clan Leader, it seems the Wolf Race was originally controlled by Great Yan, not the Blood Evil Sect.

Great Yan... Blood Evil Sect...

The Crown Prince of Great Yan Yan Huan was locked in the Black Wind Stronghold dungeon by the Blood Evil Sect...

It seems that over a century, Great Yan was replaced by the Blood Evil Sect.

Or rather, the remnants of the Yan Dynasty became the predecessor of the Blood Evil Sect, yet after a century of evolution, they couldn’t accommodate the Crown Prince of Great Yan?

As for the clan treasure mentioned by the other, is it the hat crown?

”I don’t know who you are, but I know you are the one who woke me.” The Wolf Race continued.

”If I’m not mistaken, you woke me up to take the clan treasure from atop my head, the Wolf Pattern Crown, right?”

”Heh, but I have to tell you a harsh truth, at the time I was locked here, the Wolf Race no longer possessed the clan treasure because...”

”Cough cough...” The Wolf Race spoke, growing more agitated.

”Because I used my own flesh and blood as nourishment, linking the crown to my life with the Evil Technique, if I die, the crown is destroyed.”

”Cough cough... Even if you sever the life link between me and the crown, the crown has long been eroded and corrupted by the Evil Technique.”

Evil Technique?