“Brother-in-law, what are you standing there for? Come on!” Wang Haoming asked, looking at me. Before I could answer, he continued, “Brother-in-law, are you tired?” He then pointed at Wang Ziyan and said, “Ziyan, get down. I’ve been carrying you all this way!”
Holy crap! Wang Haoming finally said something sensible!
With two large bre@sts pressing against my back, plus that faint fragrance, my Little Xia Tian was already itching to stand up, but I had to restrain myself and not touch them. This feeling was like watching an adu1t film but not being able to m@sturbate—so painful, right?!
“Xia Tian, are you tired? Let me wipe your sweat!” Wang Ziyan got off my back, took out a wet wipe, and wiped my face.
I chuckled awkwardly and said, “Thanks!” Then I took off running, walking alongside Wang Haoming, and asked him, “Brother Ming, what was that just now? Was it some kind of legendary formation?”
“Yeah, that’s right. Although Elder Tan told me about it before, I was still quite surprised when I came in!” Wang Haoming said with a sigh.
Hearing this, I was puzzled. Could ancient martial arts really involve formations? But isn’t that something cultivators study?!
No, I have to ask.
I continued, turning to Wang Haoming, “Brother Ming, who set up this formation? Was it someone participating in the Mount Hua Sword Tournament?”
“No, it’s not. Legend has it that this Long Sky Plank Road was where the founder of the Mount Hua Sect, Tongxuan Sanren, cultivated. This mountain peak was used by him during his cultivation, and he also set up the formation. However, this story is incredibly fantastical, saying that Tongxuan Sanren was a cultivator of immortality. This is why ancient martial arts practitioners have always pursued the Heavenly Rank realm. It’s said that breaking through to the Heavenly Rank allows one to become an immortal!” Wang Haoming said this, but his face showed no sign of believing the legend.
However, I pondered this deeply. I had never seen a Heavenly Rank master. The most powerful one I had seen was a Earth Rank master like Old Man Long. If cultivating ancient martial arts to the Heavenly Rank truly allows one to ascend to immortality, then the saying “entering the Dao through martial arts” would have some credibility.
It seems that ancient martial arts isn’t necessarily inferior to cultivation; it’s just that the process of ascending to immortality is more difficult. However, reaching the Heavenly Rank should bring a qualitative improvement.
I felt relieved. It was clear that there were very few people in ancient martial arts who had reached the Heavenly Rank, and even those who had, none had broken through the limitations of that level.
This so-called Tongxuan Sanren might not be a practitioner of ancient martial arts, but rather a cultivator, though that history was too distant to trace.
However, one thing was certain: this Tongxuan Sanren was a master, capable of creating a small world on a cliff.
“It’s almost time for the exchange conference, let’s go!” Elder Tan, who was at the front, suddenly said.
We nodded and followed.
There were many ancient-style palaces here. Elder Tan led us to the largest palace in the center.
“Brother Tan, you’ve arrived! Please have a seat!” As soon as we entered, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe smiled and invited us to sit.
Wang Haoming, fearing my suspicion, spoke up, “This middle-aged man is Yue Qianxun, the outer sect leader of the Mount Hua Sect!”
I nodded, saying nothing. This middle-aged man’s cultivation was also at the Earth Rank, slightly weaker than Elder Tan’s.
The strength of a sect leader was roughly equivalent to that of the Wang family steward. I wondered what the strength of the Wang family head was.
The hall was surrounded by stalls. Some stalls had jade plaques displaying the sect’s name, while others didn’t; these were likely ordinary ancient martial arts practitioners, the so-called rogue cultivators.
Two rows of balanced tables and chairs were placed in the center, each with a plaque displaying the sect’s name.
Elder Tan led us to seats marked “Wang Family of the Capital.” Since there was one less chair, Yue Qianxun immediately ordered someone to bring one, and the four of us sat down.
Some people greeted Elder Tan, but others didn’t even glance at him.
It seems not all ancient martial arts sects are harmonious.
Although it’s called an exchange meeting, it’s really just a way for each sect to bring out some treasures and exchange them. Of course, some sects that need money will also auction them off.
It’s still a while before noon, and not everyone from each sect has arrived yet, so I decided to check out the stalls set up by the various sects.
Wang Haoming also felt bored, so he joined me in browsing the stalls.
Of course, Wang Ziyan wasn’t absent from this activity either.
These stalls sell mostly ordinary goods. After all, the truly valuable items are in the hands of the sect leaders, who want to use them to exchange for even better things.
These stalls are for the younger generation.
Each sect can bring a maximum of three people, but most only bring one or two, since the number of geniuses in these ancient martial arts sects is limited.
In my opinion, most of these younger disciples are at the peak of the Yellow Rank, with only a few reaching the Profound Rank.
It seems Wang Haoming will achieve a good ranking.
“Mount Hua Golden Wound Medicine, taken after injury, can greatly alleviate the pain. 10,000 per bottle. Friends who need it, don’t miss it.”
“The Sword Forging Sect sells various weapons. Friends who are interested can come and take a look.”
“Yellow-Rank Fist Technique Manual, everyone come and take a look!”
The shouts were everywhere, but each voice was clear and not chaotic.
At this moment, Wang Ziyan suddenly stopped in front of a stall, pointed to a bracelet and said, “Xia Tian, this is so beautiful, can you buy me one!”
“Sure…” Although I wanted to refuse, this wasn’t just the few of us; there were outsiders present.
“Young lady, you have excellent taste! This is a very good spiritual artifact, blessed by a master, it can ensure safety!” the stall owner said excitedly.
I helplessly curled my lips. What spiritual artifact? To put it bluntly, it’s just a finely crafted ornament. I didn’t expect that something from the secular world, used to swindle people, would be used here. I picked up the bracelet and asked the stall owner, “How much is this bracelet?”
“Fifty thousand!” The stall owner’s words almost made me collapse. What the hell! A cheap bracelet, and he’s asking for fifty thousand? Who are you ripping off?!
I was about to refuse, but suddenly I sensed that the bracelet contained spiritual energy, and there were some engravings on it, seemingly some kind of spiritual array, though very simple.
The stall owner wasn’t lying after all. Calling it a spiritual artifact was a bit of an exaggeration. This thing was probably more like a health supplement, able to improve blood circulation, fight bacteria, and make one less susceptible to illness.
Fine, fifty thousand it is. I’m not short of money anyway. Even so, why did I feel a pang of heartache?
“Okay, fifty thousand it is, I’ll take it!” I was about to take out my card to swipe it when the owner looked excited.
Suddenly, two voices came from behind.
The first voice to speak was a woman’s: “This bracelet is so pretty, I want it!”
“Anything you want, I’ll buy it for you!” The second voice was a man’s, but it sounded familiar. I turned around and, h0ly cr@p! What was he doing here!