Chapter 100: Legacy of a Heaven Level Martial Artist

Chapter 100: Chapter 100: Legacy of a Heaven Level Martial ArtistFang Bai saw that group of people looking hurried as if they were rushing to a particular place, and his interest greatly piqued. After the group passed by, Fang Bai descended the mountain peak. Using the cover of rocky forests, he carefully and cautiously followed them from a distance. When he got within three hundred meters of the group, Fang Bai discovered among them two acquaintances: the Shaolin Monks Wuzhen and Wuxing. Wuzhen and Wuxing were still dressed in their yellow martial monk robes, walking side by side with four or five monks of a similar age, following behind a forty-something year-old middle-aged monk. That middle-aged monk was also a Martial Monk, with a round face and sturdy build, wielding a Zen Staff. As he walked, his steps were as forceful as a dragon’s stride and a tiger’s pace, raising dust underfoot—a clear sign that he practiced hard kung fu. Last time Fang Bai had injured Wuzhen and Wuxing, he thought they would need over a month to recover; unexpectedly, they were now lively and bouncing before his eyes, seemingly fully healed. Evidently, there must also be wonderful medicine within Shaolin for treating internal and external injuries. Fang Bai was not concerned about Wuzhen and Wuxing; what he cared about was where this peculiarly assembled group of monks, priests, and lay martial artists was heading and what exactly they were up to. After closing the distance between them, Fang Bai could sense some details about the group ahead, knowing that none of them were a match for him, which allowed him to relax a bit. He was confident that he could stay well concealed until they discovered him. However, Fang Bai didn’t dare to be careless. Although he was stronger than any individual in the group, he was still just one person. If hundreds from the group were to swarm him, handling them with his current strength would indeed be challenging. After entering a lush green forest, Fang Bai took advantage of the cover provided by the trees and leaves to get even closer, and he could faintly hear the low conversation of the last two people. "Senior brother, the daoists from Qingcheng Temple said they found the legacy of a Heaven Level Martial Artist in this region. Could it be a deception?" "Whether it’s true or false, having a look won’t cost us anything. Just thinking about a Heaven Level Martial Artist’s legacy is thrilling." "Those daoists are strange too. Having found something so valuable, why didn’t they keep it for themselves?" "I heard from a daoist of Qingcheng Temple that the legacy of the Heaven Level Martial Artist is located in a cave, guarded by a Spirit Ape with strength equivalent to that of a Profound Level Martial Artist. They couldn’t handle it, which is why they had no choice but to send out a hero invitation, calling for assistance." "If we do manage to obtain the legacy of the Heaven Level Martial Artist, how will the four major sects distribute it?" "The sect that contributes the most will naturally get the larger share of the legacy." "This time our Misty Rain Tower, along with Qingcheng Temple, Shaolin Temple, and Myriad Medicine Valley, the four major sects have dispatched over a hundred martial artists. It’s the first time in years that the Semi-Hidden Sect has acted on such a large scale together, truly making it a grand event." "We can’t help it! First, the Spirit Ape with strength equal to a Profound Level Martial Artist is no easy challenge. Second, there is mutual distrust among the four major sects, and we must be prepared in case the others launch a surprise attack to monopolize the legacy." "Then why didn’t the Tower Master send more experts? Our Misty Rain Tower has several Profound Level Martial Artists!" "Didn’t you notice that the other three major sects each only have one Profound Level Martial Artist presiding? If we send more experts, they would definitely not be happy. This is called maintaining a balance of power, understand? The Tower Master has sent many young successors this time; it’s also to broaden their horizons and let them gain some experience." "I see." ... Two disciples from Misty Rain Tower at the end of the group were whispering to each other, unaware that a hundred meters behind them, Fang Bai was following like a ghost, listening in on their conversation without missing a word. When he heard "Heaven Level Martial Artist’s relic," Fang Bai’s eyes could not help but light up. Among the few friends that Fang Bai had made, Su Yifei and Tang Wenrou could be considered half martial artists as they both had martial artist masters behind them, so they were more knowledgeable about the Ancient Martial World in this realm. From them, Fang Bai learned that in this world’s Ancient Martial World, there were Semi-Hidden Sects and Hidden Sects. The so-called Semi-Hidden Sects were similar to "Shaolin Temple," "Qingcheng Temple," and "Rejuvenation Hall," some of which were hidden within cities while others were located between famous mountains and rivers. Disciples from Semi-Hidden Sects mostly acted low-key, not readily showing off their skills unless their own interests were violated; otherwise, they rarely involved themselves in mundane conflicts. Most martial artists in Semi-Hidden Sects were of the Yellow Level, and although there were Profound Level Martial Artists as well, they were elder figures of the various sects, existing at the top echelon and extremely rare. Hidden Sects, on the other hand, were often located in the deep woods of remote mountains, leading isolated, self-sufficient lives away from the world. Disciples from Hidden Sects, detached from worldly affairs, devoted themselves to cultivation and rarely appeared in the mortal realm to meddle in worldly matters. In Hidden Sects, it was said that there were mostly Earth Level Martial Artists, and Heaven Level Martial Artists were an extremely rare breed. Now that a Heaven Level Martial Artist’s relic had emerged in the mundane world, this piece of news was undeniably a deadly attraction to the disciples of Semi-Hidden Sects, where Yellow Level Martial Artists were mostly found. So when Qingcheng Temple disclosed the discovery of a Heaven Level Martial Artist’s relic to Shaolin Temple, Misty Rain Tower, and Myriad Medicine Valley, these three major sects dispatched some of their martial artists to follow Qingcheng Temple disciples to take a look, regardless of whether the news was true or false. For the three major sects, even if the news turned out to be false, they wouldn’t suffer any loss. But if it turned out to be true, acquiring even one relic of a Heaven Level Martial Artist, for a Semi-Hidden Sect, would be a treasure of incalculable value. The four major sects dispatched their top Profound Level Martial Artists, showing how seriously they regarded the relic of a Heaven Level Martial Artist. However, to avoid mutual suspicion, after discussions, each of the four sects only dispatched one Profound Level Martial Artist of equal strength, along with an equal number of Yellow Level Martial Artists, forming this hundred-person strong treasure-hunting team. Fang Bai’s Dragon-Tiger-Lion-Elephant Technique had already been cultivated to the mid-stage of the "Accumulating Essence Realm," which was equivalent to a mid-Profound Level Martial Artist in this world. In Semi-Hidden Sects, he was already considered a top-notch expert. The strongest four people in the hundred-person martial artist team ahead were only early-stage Profound Level Martial Artists, so Fang Bai dared to follow them closely, confident that even if they discovered him, he might not be able to withstand an attack by more than a hundred people, but he was sure that no one could stop him if he decided to flee. Sёarᴄh the ηovelFire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Furthermore, Fang Bai’s senses were sharp, and his experience was rich. Among martial artists of the same realm, his tracking skills were unrivaled. As long as he was careful and cautious, those ahead would never detect his presence. After passing through a stretch of mountains and forests, jumping over two ravines, and climbing over three ridges, what came into view was a valley about the size of two soccer fields. The valley was lush with vegetation and wildflowers scattered everywhere, with the crisp sound of birds occasionally coming from the western side of a small grove of trees. Next to the grove, there was a pond several dozen meters wide, deep and bottomless, with the reflections of the surrounding mountains and trees in the water, turning the whole pond a jade green hue. The valley, with its beautiful surroundings and fresh air, was like a small secluded paradise.