Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1557 - 94: The Will of True Martial
Chapter 1557 -94: The Will of True Martial
“Teacher?”
The fierce winds above Banqiao City howled relentlessly.
Yet they could not mask the low and reverent voice of the elderly man.
Behind him.
The Martial Saint gazed at the old man in disbelief, then involuntarily turned his eyes to the man in green robes standing opposite.
His shock carried a trace of bewilderment.
He could hardly believe his ears.
“Teacher?!”
“The Martial Ancestor actually has a teacher… Why have I never heard of this? Why has the Martial Ancestor never mentioned it?”
But looking at the elderly man bowing deeply.
Even if he struggled to believe it, he had no choice but to accept it.
Yet his heart remained overwhelmed with astonishment.
Since the rise of the Martial Ancestor, True Martial Cultivators had always been curious about where he had obtained this unparalleled Dao of True Martial—a path never before traversed and unlikely ever to be replicated.
They had long believed that the Martial Ancestor, with his extraordinary talent, had merely gleaned insights from Immortals on Daosheng Continent, arriving at enlightenment on his own, destined to command fate, and thus was unanimously revered and worshipped like a deity.
But now, it appeared the reality was different. The Martial Ancestor surprisingly had a teacher he’d never revealed to the world.
The Martial Saint’s thoughts raced back to the green-robed man’s earlier words, and clarity finally struck him.
“So, that’s why he hasn’t been using lethal force on me—it truly is because of the Martial Ancestor.”
“In that case, could it be that the Martial Ancestor’s True Martial Sutra was actually learned from this man? But he’s clearly a mere cultivator…”
As for the idea that this green-robed man was likely his master’s teacher, it was something he intentionally chose to disregard.
Throughout his life, he had been unruly and defiant, respecting no one except the Martial Ancestor, who had taught him the True Martial Sutra.
Even though the man in green robes might indeed be his master’s teacher, he was unlikely to acknowledge it.
He was confident that with the same lifespan as the green-robed man, his own achievements would surpass him greatly!
“Wait, the Martial Ancestor’s teacher is a cultivator, so this means…”
The Martial Saint’s eyes glimmered faintly as his gaze lingered on the elderly man’s bowed figure, as though he had grasped something.
Leaving aside the Martial Saint’s overwhelming shock and complex emotions at this moment.
Nearby, Chijian and Lu Yu both stared wide-eyed.
Lu Yu was stunned to discover that the Patriarch of True Martial, who dominated Fenglin Continent and Huangji Continent, had such a teacher-student relationship with their sect’s Deputy Sect Master—a relationship previously unheard of.
Chijian, on the other hand, froze for a brief moment before turning to Lu Yu and asking:
“Have I really been imprisoned in the Imperial Capital for just over a hundred years?”
Lu Yu blinked blankly, then shook his head.
After all, he wasn’t Yang Que; how could he possibly know when Chijian had been imprisoned?
But Chijian became even more confused:
“It shouldn’t be. Just over a hundred years… Back then, that kid Wang was merely at Golden Core Perfection; how is it that now even his disciples and grand-disciples have reached Class V?”
Even for top-tier cultivators like the Martial Saint, Chijian, and Lu Yu, this revelation left them utterly astonished.
Within Banqiao City, cultivators as well as the surrounding Class IV True Martial Cultivators—and even those further off in the True Martial Cultivator Army—were exchanging bewildered glances, their minds buzzing in chaos.
But as all eyes turned with shock toward the two figures at the center.
The two involved remained composed and unmoved.
Wang Ba, whose hidden movements had been exposed by the elderly man, fixed his gaze on him. Slowly, he spoke, his voice tinged with a hint of emotion:
“It’s been over a hundred years, and you’ve grown significantly since our last meeting.”
As his voice subsided.
The clouds around him gently dissipated, revealing an ordinary yet faintly enigmatic young face.
He looked toward the elderly man opposite him.
Compared to their last encounter, the elderly man’s dress remained simple and modest, slightly shabby. Yet despite his efforts to restrain it, the air around him exuded a refined and flawless essence—a sense of returning to one’s roots.
This feeling, Wang Ba had previously only witnessed in his sect’s seasoned Immortal Ascension elders who had reached the middle-to-late stage of mastery—achieving a near-perfect state of their path.
A flicker of complexity passed through Wang Ba’s eyes.
Deep in his heart, the image of a brave young man kneeling before him amidst refugees, pleading for his mother’s salvation, sprang back into his mind.
Who would have thought that someone who had once been a mere refugee, begging for survival, would transform over two hundred years into the Patriarch of True Martial—a figure capable of shaping the destiny of an entire continent.
As Wang Ba revealed his familiar visage, unchanged from before.
A flicker of nostalgia and complexity emerged in the elderly man’s gaze as well.
Bowing slightly, the man respectfully saluted Wang Ba:
“Disciple Wang Xu pays respects to my revered teacher.”
Wang Ba gently shook his head, his tone carrying a trace of detachment:
“I already told you last time—I merely taught you the simplest beginners’ techniques. I am hardly worthy of being called a teacher, and you need not address me as such.”
The elderly man faltered briefly before regaining his composure, shaking his head as he replied:
“On that day, so many cultivators turned me away. Yet master did not disdain my mortal origins nor ridicule my petty tricks. You taught me cultivation methods and even connected me with patrons who saved my mother. Without your kindness, how could I have become who I am today? A teacher for one day remains a teacher for a lifetime—this grace, Wang Xu will never forget.”
Hearing the elderly man’s words, Wang Ba fell silent.
He could sense the sincerity and genuineness beneath the elder’s words.
But such sentiments were far from enough to sway Wang Ba.
In a slightly lowered voice, he said:
“You stand in my way—not simply to reminisce, I presume?”
Picking up on the detachment in Wang Ba’s tone, the old man’s expression faintly darkened, though he swiftly concealed it, bowing deeply once more with utmost respect:
“Teacher’s insight is unparalleled. Zhang Chao is one of the rare few among True Martial Cultivators who possess supreme talent and the ability to transcend into Class V. Others may have sufficient aptitude but lack the necessary lifespan—none could reach this realm.”
