High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily-Chapter 227 - 139: You’re Not Dead?!

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Among the Saints Chen Kuang had encountered, the Martial Saint was the most disgraceful one, even during a battle with Chen Kuang, he was once "humiliated" by the latter.

But even Chen Kuang never doubted the caliber of the Martial Saint.

Simply relying on a certain Secret Technique, he forcefully elevated a body originally only at the Enlightenment Realm, temporarily to the Second Grade Daoist Shore Realm.

That was already an extremely astonishing feat!

Such a technique, though seemingly unobtrusive, definitely belonged to miracles beyond man’s comprehension, comparable to Donghuang using the starry sky as a chessboard, and Wang Shu sealing a region’s Spiritual Qi with a finger.

And it was also for this reason, that the body was extremely unstable, especially since the spirit had to control the body, causing the Divine Sense to be unable to project outward and perception not being keen.

This gave Chen Kuang an opportunity, allowing him to feign death and escape.

Chen Kuang originally thought that after that battle, the owner of the borrowed body was mostly dead.

The injuries Chen Kuang caused that day, to a body of the Daoist Shore Realm, were merely superficial wounds, at most looked a bit ragged.

The truly serious injuries were actually internal to the body.

Because forcibly breaking from the Ninth Grade Enlightenment Realm to the Second Grade Daoist Shore Realm, that body would almost certainly be destroyed!

If no price was required, then the Martial Saint would be too defying of heaven, and even the Celestial Dao would bow.

Only it was not the Martial Saint who paid the price, but the "voluntary" owner of that body.

But Chen Kuang did not expect that the body’s owner appeared not to be dead.

He saw that familiar green headscarf again in a place like this.

Chen Kuang looked at that green headscarf, his gaze somewhat subtle.

In the Vast Origin World, there was yet no allegory of a "green hat", so when Chen Kuang once saw this green headscarf, he didn’t think much, merely considered it an ordinary accessory; but in the Yang Kingdom, there was a rule that male relatives of courtesans must wear a green headscarf.

At this moment, being in the Yang Kingdom and again in the back courtyard of a brothel.

This green headscarf naturally couldn’t be merely a simple decoration, but has identifying significance.

No matter how glamorous a courtesan appears outwardly, ultimately they still belonged to the lowly, and that boy was most likely a child born of a courtesan, thus belonging to the lowly as well.

Liu Qingcheng also noticed Chen Kuang’s gaze, looked at that green headscarf, and asked softly in puzzlement:

"Elder Bailong, what’s the matter with this headscarf? Is there something wrong with it?"

Chen Kuang shook his head, "Just seems like I encountered an acquaintance."

"Wait here, I’ll go up front and take a look."

With that said, he jumped from the back courtyard up to the second floor, bypassed the corridor, and from above, saw the situation in the Golden Phoenix Pavilion’s hall.

Guests were noisily discussing the current situation, opinions varying, consisting of mortals as well as Loose Cultivators, tables scattered with cups and broken bowls, seemingly some conflict had just occurred.

——Spiritual Qi being sealed meant the differences in cultivation became nullified; indeed, it was a good opportunity for vengeance, and the latent conflicts bursting forth were more likely.

Chen Kuang glanced over, immediately spotting that familiar dark-skinned boy.

This boy, dressed as menial labor, was quietly tidying the leftovers on the table with a cloth and dustpan, head bowed, inconspicuous amidst the surrounding commotion.

His face and body were covered with hideous scars, seemingly only recently healed, appearing much whiter than his skin tone.

Suddenly, as a nearby Cultivator fervently discussed the current situation, he stepped back, his back collided with the boy’s elbow as he moved laterally wiping the table.

"Bang!"

The elbow collided with the back, supposedly the back should have the advantage, yet the Cultivator staggered!

The Cultivator was stunned, reflexively shocked, initially thinking he had encountered a Body Cultivator, and with a hint of fear turned around.

He saw a simple-looking menial labor boy, still holding the cloth, dumbfounded for half a second, then immediately apologizing with embarrassment, "Sorry, sorry, I didn’t notice just now..."

The Cultivator’s face instantly darkened.

Hell, without Spiritual Qi, he couldn’t even defeat a mortal menial laborer?

Feeling humiliated and infuriated, he immediately yelled angrily in a harsh tone, "Is this how you work?! I see you did it on purpose!"

The boy lowered his head further, smiling apologetically, "I didn’t see..."

The Cultivator sneered, "Didn’t see? Then I guess you are disregarding everyone, a mere menial laborer, so, seeing the Saints sealing Spiritual Qi, Immortals falling into the dust, you want to step on us?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The boy argued, "I didn’t..."

Evidently, the Cultivator himself stepped back and bumped into the boy, yet he reversed black and white.

But the boy, tongue-tied, repeated the same few phrases defensively.

The Cultivator’s words instantly drew other Cultivators’ unwelcome glances.

For these Cultivators, the most frustrating thing was losing their prideful capital, their positions now precarious.

And now being offended by a mortal menial laborer naturally struck them sorely!

The Cultivator took a step back, waved his sleeve, sweeping the leftover food onto the ground.

"No? Words are without proof, how about proving it then."

Without Spiritual Qi, Cultivators’ disdain for mortals intensified, from being hidden and restrained, to unabashed.

Such actions were urgently needed to keep validating their unshakable status.

The boy hesitated, then submissively crouched to reach out and pick them up.

The Cultivator suddenly lifted his foot, stomping on those food remnants, grinding them, then moving away.

He pointed at that filthy mixture on the ground, sneering, "Eat it, and I’ll believe you didn’t do it on purpose."

The boy hung his head, his reaching hand paused, seemingly frozen in place.

The Cultivator said, "What’s the matter, unwilling?"

"Then it seems, you really did it on purpose."

He coldly spoke, suddenly, without warning, he drew his sword from his waist, slashing at the boy’s hand.

At that moment, the boy’s expression flickered with restlessness, impetuousness, veins popping, muscles twisting, seemingly about to explode at any moment, yet ultimately he resignedly closed his eyes.

"Clang!"

Someone intercepted, in an instant clutched that long sword, then flicked a finger.

The long sword cracked with the sound!

The Cultivator blanched in horror, shrieked, retreating repeatedly.

But the force from the long sword had instantly broken his entire arm, leaving bones shattered!

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his arm, rolling incessantly.

Now there was no Spiritual Qi to heal.

Arm broken... meant broken.

Those Cultivators instinctively stepped back, gazing at the silhouette that suddenly jumped down, some unfamiliar, others vaguely familiar.

Chen Kuang tossed the sword’s broken half, extended his hand, "Stand up, what’s there to fear about a bunch of superficial idiots."

"When you stood before me, punched through mountains, it wasn’t like this."

The boy opened his eyes, raised his head, saw Chen Kuang’s face, pupils instantly contracted, body tensed.

"You... you didn’t die?!"

He knew this person, how could he not, it was the person who haunted him the most, terrifying him, yet also evoking admiration.

Facing the Martial Saint’s might without falling behind, truly a hero worthy of the title!

The boy had regretted, lamented killing him "with his own hands", yet hadn’t expected, he hadn’t died!

Not only had he survived, but he came to save him...

The boy felt flickers of confusion.