The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS-Chapter 1230 - 255: Browsing

The battle did not last long.

Lin Zixiao, the Shenxiao Dao Master, was inherently stronger than Zhang Yuanfeng. With the help of the Thunder Blade, it only took three slashes for Zhang Yuanfeng to have his limbs severed, reduced to a human stick.

"Send him back to the Divine Capital." After sealing Zhang Yuanfeng's power, Lin Zixiao instructed those around him.

"You... "

Zhang Yuanfeng wanted to say more, but Lin Zixiao sealed his ability to speak with a flick of a finger.

"If not for the Xuan Venerate needing you alive, you'd already be a corpse. Be grateful..."

Lin Zixiao paused, then said, "Weep for your misfortune, you will likely regret being alive right now."

With Xuan Venerate's merciless approach to enemies, being captured alive often meant a fate worse than death. Zhang Yuanfeng would soon regret not dying at Lin Zixiao's hands.

That moment was not far off.

"Heir of Dragon Tiger Mountain, you have some time left to rue your actions. For shortly, you will taste the deepest despair. Hahaha..." Lin Zixiao let out a standard villainous laugh.

Shenxiao Dao and Dragon Tiger Mountain held a hatred deep as the sea; most of Lin Zixiao's family perished at the hands of Zhang Clan of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Hence, he was all too happy to see his enemy's painful fate.

And Lin Zixiao's words of despair, Zhang Yuanfeng indeed soon tasted.

The Flying Wing Mechanism Bird, developed by Qintian Observatory, carried Zhang Yuanfeng back to the Divine Capital within a day. He was then handed over to Lan Cang, who took him directly outside the Divine Capital.

Originally, to the north and south of the Divine Capital, there were two sacred grounds — Datong Mountain's Mountain River Academy and Piaomiao Sword Palace.

A year ago, Datong Mountain was wiped clean by the combined efforts of Qing Yu's two avatars, leaving behind a barren land, with Piaomiao Sword Palace as the only sacred ground.

However, not long ago, a new sacred ground had settled where Datong Mountain once stood.

Lan Cang carried Zhang Yuanfeng to the original site of Datong Mountain south of the city, then soared high into the sky, through white clouds and tempestuous winds, approaching that mysterious place within the sea of clouds.

'Zhenwu Seven Peaks?!'

When Zhang Yuanfeng saw the majestic scene within the sea of clouds, an unbelievable thought arose in his mind.

That floating, fairyland-like place above the sea of clouds was unmistakably the Zhenwu Sect's Zhenwu Seven Peaks.

However, the Zhenwu Sect was located in the Central Province, yet this place was near the Yan Province Divine Capital, thousands of miles away from the Central Province.

This appearance of a place thousands of miles away over the Divine Capital, and suspended above the sea of clouds, was astonishing beyond words.

"Curious?" Lan Cang, seeing the astonishment on Zhang Yuanfeng's face, couldn't help but smile, "If Dao Ancestor's White Jade City can float in the sky and move, why can't the Zhenwu Seven Peaks?

Xuan Venerate now... is also in the Tao Realm."

A few strands of emotion, a few moments of sentiment. To exist in the same era as an unestablished Tao Realm figure, Lan Cang felt his life was not in vain; he had witnessed the rise of mythology.

Whenever he thought of this, Lan Cang always praised his foresight, having pledged allegiance to Qing Yu in time. Otherwise, he might be the one being brought to Zhenwu Sect now.

Passing through the empty mountain gate, it felt like stepping onto the ground with its pressure and climate. Under Qing Yu's immense power, the high-altitude hazardous environment did not affect the Zhenwu Sect at all.

To the people inside Zhenwu Sect, the sea of clouds and Gang Wind were more of a peculiar landscape rather than a deadly threat.

Lan Cang thus carried Zhang Yuanfeng straight up to Chonghe Peak, entering the Taiji Palace.

"Xuan Venerate, Zhang Yuanfeng has been brought." He saluted the illusory figure in the Taiji Palace.

At this moment, although Qing Yu had not fully restrained the influence of the Tao Realm, he could manifest an almost real illusion. Unlike before in the Northern Zhou Imperial Palace, where he couldn't even manifest a figure, akin to the culprit in a certain Death God little detective.

"Zhang Yuanfeng."

With his back to both of them, Qing Yu idly said, "You should be the only remaining son of Heavenly Master Zhang, right? Heavenly Master Zhang had three sons become Divinity Realm warriors, a testament to Dragon Tiger Mountain's near millennial inheritance.

It's a pity..."

Pity what, naturally it was a pity for Heavenly Master Zhang's lineage ending. After today, this last son would also fall to the Netherworld.

"You..." Zhang Yuanfeng's mouth opened and closed, not knowing when his silence seal was undone, "Qing Yu Demon Path, why bother shedding crocodile tears, my father and us ended up like this, isn't it because of you?"

It could be said that Heavenly Master Zhang had five sons, one died early at the hands of Shenxiao Dao, another was finished off by Zhang Xuanji of that time, the remaining three, Zhang Yuanfeng included, all suffered misfortune due to Qing Yu.

Even Heavenly Master Zhang himself, could be counted as having died at Qing Yu's hands.

Saying Qing Yu sheds crocodile tears wasn't wrong.

However, Qing Yu did not feel he was shedding crocodile tears, "What I pity is the fall of a millennial inheritance, not the misfortune of you and your father. To enemies, I do not offer an iota of mercy, even if it's false."

Qing Yu's shadow slowly turned, facing Zhang Yuanfeng's eyes burning with hatred, "So, hand over your Dragon Tiger Mountain's inheritance to me."

Under the scrutiny of those golden-black heterochromatic eyes, Zhang Yuanfeng's memory automatically opened up, Dragon Tiger Mountain's Martial Arts inheritance continually surfaced, like a book Qing Yu leafed through.

Restrictions, shackles, even Zhang Yuanfeng's own resistance could not play any role. Performing a bandit act, Qing Yu seemed more of the master than Zhang Yuanfeng, freely browsing through his memories.

Despair? Quite despairing.

Zhang Yuanfeng could now fully experience the despair Lin Zixiao described. The feeling of delivering one's family secrets to the father's and brothers' murderer was indeed despairing.

He was like a tool, at Qing Yu's disposal, allowing the enemy to read his memories.

"The Sect Ancestor of Dragon Tiger Mountain was the Direct Disciple of Dao Ancestor, aside from the 'Supreme Heaven Opening Scripture,' he had learned most of Dao Ancestor's Martial Arts.

Hmm, although they are the old versions from ten thousand years ago, Dao Ancestor's martial arts still yield me significant gains." Qing Yu casually browsed as he spoke.

If not for Zhang Daoling participating in the Zhuolu battle alongside Taixuan, perhaps he would have been the first generation of Supreme Inheritor.

"One Qi to Three Pure Ones..."

Qing Yu browsed to the secret technique of One Qi to Three Pure Ones, inevitably thinking of his own Three Souls.

'It does bear resemblance in wonderful ways to the realm of Tao Realm. Taiqing, Yuqing, Shangqing...'

Qing Yu squinted, 'Perhaps after achieving Tao Realm, Dao Ancestor still held onto One Qi to Three Pure Ones. Thus, during last time's battle with Heavenly Dao Embodiment, Dao Ancestor perhaps didn't exert his full strength.'

To measure strength through time is quite an absurd method, yet sometimes time is the best unit to gauge one's depth.

Especially when it comes to the deep reserves of a supreme being like Dao Ancestor. A Dao Ancestor who achieved Tao for ten thousand years is indescribably profound in every aspect.