Zhao Pijiang gently furrowed his brow. As a dignified Martial Arts Saint, his Divine Intent faltered, allowing an unknown junior to defeat him.
It already serves as a lifetime joke among giants of the same realm, and to further dwell on it would reveal a narrow-minded disposition.
However, his sworn father had instructed beforehand to suppress the Meridian Sword Sect, not allowing any True Disciple to rise as a pillar.
Hence, a few years back, the Hidden Pavilion took out a bounty on Qiu Qianchuan, offering a large reward for his head.
This bitter lesson made No-Life Sword Chunyu Cultivator cautious and prudent in accepting disciples.
The young generation leader Mu Zhaoyang has yet to be allowed beyond the mountain gate even half a step.
Thus, some jestingly refer to him as the "Sword Sect’s maiden nurtured in the boudoir."
"That person wields the Nanming Li Fire with extraordinary swordsmanship, faintly reminiscent of Kou Qiuyue back then."
Zhao Pijiang quietly pondered, recalling the scene where his Divine Intent was cut down, experiencing a sudden chill without cause.
Too similar.
If not for the mismatch in age.
He nearly believed that Kou Daozi cultivated the Divine Soul to Ghost Immortal, reincarnating into humanity once more.
"Such a prodigy, alas, siding with the foe, picked up by the Sword Sect."
Zhao Pijiang dismissed the distractions. He resides in Celestial Water Prefecture, having seen countless outstanding figures.
Talent impacts how far one can go.
Yet securing a place in Red County Divine Land demands exceptional qualities, and enduring until the day of realization marks true success.
"With Qingyuan anchoring us, even if Kou Qiuyue did revive, he could not impede us."
Zhao Pijiang had full confidence in his Silver Hammer Grand Protector, Pei Qingyuan, a peerless hero named on the Deng Luan Platform.
Throughout the realm, Fourth-Training Martial Artist reaching adulthood, his physique, vigor, and potential are second only to a certain Young Prince allegedly reincarnated from the Golden-winged Roc.
"Grace from Grand General Xie!"
Zhu Mingyu’s heart finally settled, hands overlapping forehead, her body pressed closely against the ground.
She knows well, managing tasks outside for the General’s Mansion and Duke’s Mansion.
Succeeding demonstrates the servant’s duty.
Failing ensures punishment!
Despite the impressive title of Female Wealth Deity, within Six Commanderies of Tianshui, amongst water and land, influential forces all show respect with a degree.
Ultimately, everyone still regards the backing of the Grand General and Duke.
Without this prominent flag, no one would comply.
"I’ve discussed this matter with your sworn father; the fault is not yours. The old rogue Yan Xin schemed with Chunyu Cultivator beforehand; hidden souls and wandering ghosts of Mao Yichang and other families, residing in Yihai Prefecture for years, never leaked a hint.
As soon as Chunyu Cultivator arrived, he was discovered and ambushed ahead of time."
Zhao Pijiang eased his tone; Zhu Mingyu excelled in accumulating wealth, adept in business.
Apart from Hidden Pavilion, she managed Fenghui Trading Company and Four Seas Trading Company flourishingly.
Not only gathering a myriad of rare treasures, akin to a Treasure Basin of daily gold influx.
Privately controlling salt, iron trades tightly, nurturing numerous private soldiers.
Even if disregarding old ties, based solely on utility, she can’t be discarded easily.
"Meridian Sword Sect’s intentions were meticulous, and there’s no surprise they caused you to stumble.
Yet it’s beneficial; since Chunyu Cultivator was dispatched to Yihai Prefecture to stir storms, it indicates the old rogue Yan Xin is unsettled, ostensibly in seclusion, secretly cultivating roots."
Zhao Pijiang gradually proceeded to the solid and heavy Martial Arts Arena, casually grasping a hundred-pound bronze cudgel.
Like holding an embroidery needle, effortlessly wielded, revolving seamlessly.
Every move he made was slow, as though submerged deep within a thousand fathoms ocean, breaking through layers of pressure, stirring vigorous gas waves into shrill howls.
In the unseen void, it seemed as if thunderous bursts shook the surroundings.
Blazing Qi Blood True Gang, as if a grand furnace poured down, covered the entire courtyard, searing and scorching.
With his robe billowing, a faint ape demon phantom gradually appeared.
Roar!
Sound waves shattered!
Ultimately masculine and fierce!
Almost bursting Zhu Mingyu’s Divine Soul, compelling it to involuntarily emerge.
The Female Wealth Deity’s face turned pale, quickly deploying Visualization Method, suppressing thoughts as if immersed in boiling water.
At this moment, emerging out of the body, within moments she would melt like a candle, transforming into wisps of blue smoke.
"Is this the Qi Blood of a Martial Arts Saint? It’s terrifying! It’s said that the roar of a Divine Power Giant can scatter the soul of Ghost Immortals; it appears true!"
Zhu Mingyu clung firmly to her soul; even though heat surged, bleaching her hair, she dared not let it leave the flesh shell, exposed before Zhao Pijiang’s mighty Qi Blood.
Divine Power Giant is unparalleled, reshaping weather, altering worldly dynamics.
"Huff!"
After about half an hour, Zhao Pijiang completed his movements, restrained what seemed a thousand-pound cudgel.
A bright shimmer of condensed Divine Intent emerged, filled with dense dragon-serpent script, as if living creatures twisting, continuously evolving.
The greatest distinction between the Divine Power Secret Realm and the Physical Body Secret Realm lies in the former achieving complete Divine Intent convergence, God as commander, body as executioner, combining harmoniously and unimpeded.
Even the most ordinary moves, in the hands of a Divine Power Giant, can transform into miracles, showcasing an extraordinary aura.
Such profound techniques make the term "Giant" truly fitting, possessing the ability to control a domain, oversee various cities.
"Mingyu, the General gives you a chance for redemption; you must cherish it and not disappoint again."
Zhao Pijiang flicked his finger, instilling the bright golden condensed Divine Intent into Zhu Mingyu’s body.
"This time in Yihai Prefecture, investigate Bai Qilang thoroughly; if you can wrest him from the Sword Sect, it would be ideal.