Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 143 Do you think he is a Saint?

Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming approached Zhou Weimou. A confident smile lingered on Huang Ming’s lips. For others, life was full of setbacks, eight or nine times out of ten. But for Huang Ming, life was a symbol of beauty. He never felt that life had treated him unfairly. He was a winner.

Standing before Zhou Weimou with his hands clasped behind his back, Huang Xuantian epitomized the demeanor of a Great Grandmaster.

"You’ve finally arrived," Zhou Weimou said, his voice laced with displeasure.

"Yes, I have," Huang Xuantian replied indifferently, clearly aware of the unhappiness in the general’s tone. Yet he had no intention of offering an explanation. As one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, he would have been considered a great hero in ancient times, the seventh-strongest expert in the world. Did he really need to apologize to a general? Huang Xuantian thought not.

The other soldiers dared not ask any questions, but one man spoke up—Ye Tianshi.

"You’re here on national business, yet you’re dragging your feet. That isn’t right, is it, sir?"

"I didn’t expect a member of the younger generation to speak to me this way," Huang Xuantian said coolly.

"We’re all human. You don’t have an extra head or another arm. I’ll speak to you the same way I speak to anyone else, without distinction," Ye Tianshi retorted, his face a mask of fearlessness.

Huang Xuantian glanced at Ye Tianshi but said nothing.

Huang Ming, however, didn’t know when to keep quiet. He laughed and said, "A mere soldier. Who gave you the courage to speak to my master like that?"

"Let it go. We shouldn’t dwell on the tardiness for now. The matter at hand is more important," Zhou Weimou said, shaking his head and signaling for Ye Tianshi to stop. Zhou Weimou was a true soldier. He had long since discarded any concern for personal honor or disgrace; he lived solely for his nation and its people.

"For that statement alone, I’m willing to help you unravel the mystery of this New Holy Land," Huang Xuantian said with a smile, his hands still behind his back as he glanced at Zhou Weimou.

With that, he walked toward the New Holy Land.

"An ordinary person is repelled after walking just three meters inside," Zhou Weimou cautioned.

Huang Xuantian just smiled and shook his head.

Huang Ming remained where he was and proclaimed, "Marshal Zhou, you said ’an ordinary person,’ but my master is different. If you don’t believe me, watch closely."

Zhou Weimou and his soldiers watched carefully. Faint wisps of hot air began to emanate from Huang Xuantian’s body, causing the air around him to visibly distort. Such a skill was astonishing to Zhou Weimou and the others.

"That’s Qigong," Huang Ming said with a smile. "It’s why my master is called the Spirit of Qi—a true Divinity of Qigong."

He made a resolution then and there. One day, he would be as formidable as his master, cultivating his Qigong to such a fearsome level. By then, he, Huang Ming, could traverse the vast world as he pleased.

As Huang Xuantian entered the New Holy Land, he had already sensed its unique Spiritual Energy from the outside. With the passage of time, the Spiritual Energy at old Sacred Lands like Mount Tai and the Tianshan Mountains had been dwindling, slowly fading away. This newly emerged Sacred Land, however, was different. The Spiritual Energy here was still fresh and immense. Cultivating Inner Strength in this place would definitely be highly beneficial.

Thinking this, he continued forward, walking three meters.

CLANG!

Huang Xuantian felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall.

He grunted, his Qigong surging. Radiating intense heat, his palms fiercely struck out like a tiger descending a mountain, their momentum unstoppable.

CLANG!

Yet Huang Xuantian was still thrown back several steps, retreating repeatedly. He tried to stop but couldn’t. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

"Help him!" Zhou Weimou ordered at the sight.

Ye Tianshi and a few soldiers rushed forward. Extending their hands, they pressed against Huang Xuantian’s back with all their might, barely managing to halt his retreat.

"It seems even you can’t enter," Zhou Weimou sighed.

"My cultivation is still too shallow," Huang Xuantian said, shaking his head. "To enter, I’d need at least sixty years of cultivation. Only a few of my older brothers among the Seven Saints would be able to do it."

Sixty years of cultivation?

Suddenly, they remembered the person who had just gone inside. Though their memory of his face was already fading, they were certain he was only in his twenties. At this realization, the expressions of Zhou Weimou, Ye Tianshi, and the other soldiers grew strange.

"What’s with those expressions?" Huang Xuantian asked, puzzled.

Zhou Weimou was too embarrassed to say it, but Ye Tianshi had no such qualms. "Just now, a young man in his twenties walked right in."

"Impossible!" Huang Xuantian declared. "This Sacred Land is extremely difficult to enter. Even if I risked my life and unleashed all my Qigong, I couldn’t get in. A twenty-year-old? Where would he get that kind of power? Don’t you try to fool me, youngster."

"Yes, you can’t joke about something like this," Huang Ming added with a nervous laugh. Someone his own age was stronger than his master? What was the point of him even trying anymore? He might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

"He’s telling the truth," Zhou Weimou insisted. "You might not believe a common soldier, but surely you believe me?"

What Zhou Weimou said was, of course, the truth.

But Huang Xuantian, who had been the picture of nonchalance just moments ago, felt his expression shift dramatically. "How can that be?" he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. "A twenty-year-old... where would he get that kind of power?"

"There’s another possibility," Ye Tianshi said suddenly, a thought occurring to him.

Although he was just a soldier, he was different from the others. It wasn’t his status, but his bearing. Ye Tianshi naturally possessed the air of a commander, a presence that made those around him involuntarily trust him. Even facing Huang Xuantian, he remained calm, feeling neither awe nor fear just because the man was one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country. In Ye Tianshi’s eyes, all people were equal. He was a man who did what he said he would.

Huang Xuantian couldn’t help but admire him. This Ye Tianshi was a promising talent. Unfortunately, the martial arts of the Huang Family were not passed on to outsiders. Back in the day, Huang Feihong had taught outsiders like Porky Rong and Liang Kuan, but later, the Huang Family ancestors decided that human nature was too unpredictable. From then on, the Huang Family’s Medical Technique and Martial Arts were not to be taught to anyone outside the family.

Now, Huang Xuantian asked in a deep voice, "What other possibility?"

"That young man is an expert far beyond any of you," Ye Tianshi stated calmly. "As for why this Sacred Land appeared? I’m afraid it’s because of him."

"Impossible!" Huang Xuantian hadn’t even spoken when Huang Ming shouted, "The Sacred Land appeared *for him*? That’s going too far! Who does he think he is? Confucius? Mencius? Laozi?"

However, Ye Tianshi’s reply shocked them all even more.