Chapter 188:

In the past, the top ten martial artists in the world, except for Earth Sword Immortal, were all killed by the hand of the Martial Saint.

When the ten-year agreement was fulfilled, among those nine people, some regretted their actions while others bravely sacrificed themselves… Regardless of their attitudes, the final result was the achievement of the one and only victor.

The victor is the Martial Saint.

The last survivor is not just one person, but a collective of the strongest martial artists. In his eyes, he will eventually carry the aspirations of a generation of warriors and the souls of one hundred thousand soldiers, resisting the inhuman.

Forty years ago, Earth Sword Immortal, and forty years later, the Martial Saint. They are the Martial Path leaders of two generations.

It is unknown whether Earth Sword Immortal deliberately avoided the battle or if there were other reasons, but these two powerful individuals didn’t determine the superior at the moment of fulfilling the ten-year agreement.

"So, you’re afraid to fulfill the agreement with the Martial Saint, to decide life and death, so you hide in this lonely city?" Qiao Mu said directly.

He was fearless and not afraid of this Earth Sword Immortal.

Moreover, the deeds of Earth Sword Immortal that Captain Hai and Lu Yanbei had heard before were not glorious and impressive, and Qiao Mu didn’t think highly of them.

Others may admire strength, but personal character doesn’t matter.

But Qiao Mu wouldn’t. He had no fear of death, so he had no taboos. Being a strong person with power alone couldn’t make him afraid or earn his respect.

"Hmm?" Earth Sword Immortal glanced sidelong at Qiao Mu, with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile:

"Old man, stop provoking me here. Do you think I would care about such a poor attempt at stirring up trouble?"

"Forty years ago’s Martial Saint is not qualified to challenge me yet."

"Don’t try to glorify yourself. Forty years ago is one thing, what about thirty years ago, and even now?" Lu Yanbei interjected.

Martial Saint was not the most brilliant martial artist forty years ago. There were ten others who were stronger than him at that time. However, among those people, only Martial Saint made it to the end.

Lu Yanbei seemed quite happy to mock his own younger brother. After a few words, Earth Sword Immortal was left speechless.

"Fine, believe whatever you want. Talking to you is boring. I’m sleepy."

Earth Sword Immortal waved his hand and closed his eyes. Soon, the sound of snoring could be heard. He fell asleep in just a few breaths.

Lu Yanbei watched with a twitching corner of his eye, but there was nothing he could do.

"Sorry, my brother has always been unruly. It’s my fault for not being able to resist saying a few more words to him." Lu Yanbei sighed.

"When we were young, my brother and I roamed the world. I, as the older brother, always wanted to guide him more, thinking of myself as an older father figure. Little did I know… forget it, let’s not talk about it."

Lu Yanbei rested his forehead on his hand, feeling somewhat helpless.

"Brother Qiao is dedicated to helping the people of Lonely City. He openly teaches the ‘Xumi Mountain King Sutra’ and wins people’s hearts. If there’s ever a need for me, I will definitely assist Brother Qiao."

"But this time, even though I brought Brother Qiao here, I couldn’t help but say a few more words and interfere with Brother Qiao’s important matters."

"No need, especially since I don’t have anything important to do," Qiao Mu casually said.

He acted on his own whims and had no serious intentions when meeting this celestial being.

If this celestial being is a big boss, he’s prepared to spend his gold coins; but if this celestial being is an old man, he’ll try to take advantage.

However, this celestial being seemed unresponsive, like a stubborn person who refuses to listen. In that case, there’s nothing else to say.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yanbei interjected and said:

"Weren’t you looking for him to obtain the ‘Pure Yang Wuji Skill’ technique?"

Qiao Mu was taken aback.



From Qiao Mu’s reaction, Lu Yanbei roughly guessed what was happening and simply said:

"Having traveled the world for a lifetime, I consider myself well-informed. I even had a fight with you in the martial arts arena, so it’s not easy to hide your true abilities from me."

"The martial arts that you specialize in should be the ‘Long Life Fist Sutra’ from the Qiao Family in Heyang City, as well as the ‘Pure Yang Wuji Skill’ from the former Wudang sect, am I right?"

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"My younger brother was noticed by a Taoist from Wudang in his youth and was accepted as a true disciple, therefore he practiced the ‘Pure Yang Wuji Skill.’ of course, this was many years ago."

"He has long been an abandoned disciple of Wudang, and now even the Wudang sect no longer exists." Lu Yanbei’s expression was slightly embarrassed.

It seems that this past event also makes him reluctant to look back on it. Obviously, it was not a pleasant experience.

"By the way, it seems that the Wudang sect was destroyed by the Martial Saint, right?" Qiao Mu couldn’t help but glance at the sleeping Earth Sword Immortal.

Even though he is an abandoned disciple of Wudang, he still has a connection to the sect. To witness the sect being destroyed, this person seems to be quite heartless.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were spoken, the snoring sound from the Immortal Statue on top of his head stopped.

"Talking about me behind my back when I’m not paying attention, huh?" Earth Sword Immortal’s voice was quite annoyed.

"The group from Wudang is not a good bunch of people. They just made me represent the school and compete in a martial arts competition, and I ended up losing."

"I was seriously ill at that time! I almost lost my life. As a result, they accused me of tarnishing the reputation of Wudang School and wanted to kick me out."

"I’d rather not join such a school!"

"Even without joining Wudang, I can still be the top swordsman!" said Earth Sword Immortal, speaking with a powerful and resounding voice.

He seemed to hold a grudge against the Wudang sect. At this moment, he appeared slightly more relaxed and showed the spirit of a strong person.

It would have been better if Earth Sword Immortal kept quiet. As soon as he spoke, the well-mannered old man named Lu Yanbei couldn’t hold back.

"So many years have passed, and now you think you can start twisting the truth? I am still alive, you know?"

"Can you clarify what illness you were suffering from at that time?" Lu Yanbei asked sternly.

"I won’t talk to you about these old matters," Earth Sword Immortal said without saying anything more. He leaped into the backyard of the Taoist temple and disappeared.

Lu Yanbei looked in the direction where Earth Sword Immortal disappeared and sighed.

"Sorry, whenever I see him, I can’t help but get angry. It’s just unbearable."

Lu Yanbei sighed.

In front of Earth Sword Immortal, he lost his grace and dignity as a renowned martial arts master.

Qiao Mu, on the other hand, looked puzzled. From their appearance and the way they spoke, it seemed more like a father-son relationship rather than brothers.

"Uncle Lu, what kind of illness does Earth Sword Immortal have?" Qiao Mu asked curiously.

Lu Yanbei looked embarrassed and didn’t answer immediately, avoiding the question.



Qiao Mu’s curiosity was piqued and he thought for a moment before intentionally asking:

"I think the Wudang Sect has gone too far. Sickness and death are part of life, how can they expel a disciple just because they are seriously ill and it affects the reputation of the sect? They really lack compassion."

Lu Yanbei hesitated for a moment before finally opening his mouth to explain:

"It’s not Wudang’s fault."

"Because before the competition representing our martial arts sect, my younger brother was afflicted with… a sexually transmitted disease."