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Chapter 100: The Only One in My Life

Arrogant!

Gao Mingchuan only felt his chest swell with rage, the veins on his forehead throbbing violently.

For the sake of his descendants’ future, he could put aside his old pride and humble himself to ask for help. However, the pride of a martial artist made it unbearable to suffer such humiliation.

How dared this brat look down on him like that?

He might as well have treated him as if he were nothing.

Gao Mingchuan had been renowned for many years. Even Huo Chengkun dared not act so presumptuously toward him.

Yet this young brat, barely in his twenties, who had only broken through to Sixth Grade three months ago, actually regarded him with complete disregard.

Fine!

Very well!

A trace of coldness flashed in Gao Mingchuan’s eyes.

Originally, he had intended to go easy, to make it a draw—neither injuring the boy’s pride nor tarnishing his own reputation.

Now, he changed his mind. He would make the brat suffer a little, to show him his true skill.

"Then here I come!"

At that moment, Chen Ming made his move as well, using a common stance—Pine Greets the Guest.

Unnoticed, Gao Mingchuan had already drawn two short sabers.

Seizing an opening, he twisted his wrists, the sabers moving with lightning speed to disarm Chen Ming.

"Good!"

Suddenly, Chen Ming let out a shout, withdrew his hand, and astonishingly avoided the precise and fierce twist.

Gao Mingchuan was a bit surprised—this brat did have some skills.

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a wave of scorching heat surged directly toward his face.

"What?"

He felt all the hairs on his body stand up.

The strength of this sword strike made him realize he had encountered a formidable opponent.

In haste, he dared not take it head-on and, without thinking, rolled to the side—barely avoiding it.

As Gao Mingchuan was about to stand, Chen Ming’s second sword strike had already arrived.

This strike sealed off all avenues of retreat.

And the searing inner energy contained within the sword astonished him even further.

This was clearly a highly refined internal technique, likely the direct transmission of a major sect.

Now, Gao Mingchuan had no way to evade. He raised both sabers and, mustering all his life’s cultivation, braced himself to block it with all his might.

Clang!

Chen Ming felt a tremendous force surge toward him. His entire body was blasted back, involuntarily retreating over ten meters before he finally came to a stop.

He thought to himself, "Such profound strength. Best not to clash head-on with him."

Just as he was about to advance again, he suddenly heard Gao Mingchuan say, "Brother, your swordsmanship is outstanding. I admit defeat."

Huh?

He conceded?

Chen Ming was quite surprised. Then a prompt popped up before his eyes: [You have defeated an LV47 enemy. Gained 5000 EXP.]

Five thousand points—not bad at all.

That meant defeating twenty Level 47 enemies would yield 100,000 points.

Gao Mingchuan suddenly seemed much more pleasing to the eye. This old man was quite tactful after all.

Chen Ming said, "Elder Gao is too modest. Your strength is profound. I am far inferior."

Gao Mingchuan’s face twitched slightly, fury bubbling inside.

He thought Chen Ming was mocking him.

Saying no more, he cupped his hands briefly, then turned and left.

……

The Gao Residence, with its towering walls and deep courtyards, was far more impressive than the Chen Residence.

This was the heritage of a family, something accumulated over time.

In the rear study, a handsome young man paced back and forth like an ant on a hot pan, glancing toward the door from time to time.

Beside him, a middle-aged man sat calmly. "Hao’er, sit properly. The more crucial the moment, the more one must remain calm. Your grandfather has gone personally. I believe that fellow named Chen will give him face."

"Yes, Father."

Gao Chenghao sat down again, though his face remained anxious. He simply could not calm his nerves.

Who could blame him for being so agitated? A chance to become a disciple of a Third Grade Expert was right before him. If he missed it, he would regret it for life.

Since childhood, he had been exceptionally gifted, one of the top young talents in Qingfeng City.

Especially in saber techniques, his talent was extraordinary.

A year ago, he had broken through to Seventh Grade. He originally planned to go to Jiangzhou after the New Year to study under a Fourth Grade saber master.

But then, news spread that two Third Grade Experts were accepting disciples.

He was overjoyed.

To become the disciple of a Third Grade Expert—what a great opportunity!

Gao Chenghao registered immediately, confident that with his talent, he would surely be chosen by Senior Gold Saber.

Yet, he failed to even pass the preliminary registration.

Angry and confused, he asked around and discovered that the one handling registration was none other than Chen Ming, who was younger than him yet had already broken through to Sixth Grade.

This Chen Ming was known for being narrow-minded.

Most likely, he bore a grudge from months ago when Gao Chenghao visited and his grandfather avoided meeting him.

Now he was taking revenge, sabotaging his opportunity.

Gao Chenghao had no choice but to ask his grandfather for help.

His grandfather had asked many people to intercede with the Chen family, but Chen Ming remained unmoved.

Finally, his grandfather had no choice but to visit Chen Ming personally.

Fearing that Chen Ming might refuse to meet during the day, he had gone directly at night.

Gao Chenghao could only wait at home for news.

Anxious, he could not sit still.

Suddenly, he saw a figure outside and jumped up excitedly. "They’re back!"

His father saw it too and rose to greet them. Clearly, he was not as calm as he appeared.

Soon, both father and son sensed something was wrong.

The person outside was walking unsteadily.

"Grandfather!"

"Father!"

Just then, the man entered the room—it was indeed Gao Mingchuan. His face was flushed red, and suddenly, he coughed up a mouthful of black blood and collapsed into his son’s arms.

The two were shocked beyond belief. "Father (Grandfather), who hurt you?!"

After spitting blood, Gao Mingchuan’s face turned from red to pale. He grabbed his son’s wrist tightly and weakly said, "Don’t spread this… from now on, never provoke that Chen… Chen Ming… help me… sit up…"

The father and son of the Gao family were dumbfounded by his words.

Could it be… that he was actually wounded by Chen Ming?

The two were shocked and hastily helped Gao Mingchuan sit properly.

Seeing him sit cross-legged and circulate his energy to heal, his complexion gradually began to improve.

……

Gao Father and Gao Chenghao kept watch in the study throughout the night.

Not until daylight broke did Gao Mingchuan finish his cultivation and awaken.

“Father, are you alright?”

Gao Mingchuan sighed and said, “I’m afraid it’ll take ten days to half a month of rest to fully recover.”

Only then did the father and son breathe a sigh of relief. “Father, were you really injured by that Chen Ming?”

A trace of complex emotion flashed through Gao Mingchuan’s eyes. “This kid’s true qi is the most domineering I’ve ever seen. He’s likely a direct disciple from a major sect. That boy, he’s hidden himself well.”

Last night, he had merely exchanged a single move with Chen Ming, and that flame-like true qi had already invaded his meridians.

In truth, if he had immediately circulated his energy to expel it, it would have taken just half an hour.

He wouldn’t have ended up in such a sorry state.

But at that moment, he really had no face to remain in the Chen Residence.

Forcing himself to return home and forcibly circulate his qi led to internal injuries.

What Gao Mingchuan cultivated was the most ordinary of techniques, and naturally, the true qi it produced was also the most ordinary.

Compared to a Seventh Grade Martial Artist, its power was still considerable and could easily crush them.

However, in terms of qi quality, let alone a supreme art like 《Blazing Sun Divine Art》, it didn’t even come close to first-class techniques.

His technique could, at best, be cultivated to the Fourth Grade.

Among second-rate techniques, it was at the bottom tier. Still, even such a technique was once a treasured find to him.

One must know, many Seventh Grade Martial Artists couldn’t obtain a cultivation technique their entire lives, wasting away in regret.

Only upon reaching the Sixth Grade did he realize the vast gap between low-tier martial artists and direct disciples of major sects—like a gulf between heaven and earth.

Gao Mingchuan grabbed Gao Chenghao’s wrist. “Hao’er, you must succeed in becoming a disciple under Senior Gold Saber this time. The future of the Gao Family lies entirely in your hands!”

Gao Chenghao’s blood boiled. “Grandfather, I won’t let you down!”

After a while, Gao Mingchuan suddenly said, “There’s one more thing. Spread the word about me going to beg Chen Ming last night, to ask him for a qualification slot on your behalf.”

Gao Chenghao said in surprise, “Grandfather, you mean to…”

“I reckon, back then, we weren’t the only ones turned away by Chen Ming, right?”

……

…………

After dawn, at Ten Li Pavilion, the enrollment process was in full swing.

Atop the city gate tower, Zhao Shouchang stood with his hands behind his back, clad in green robes. He looked at the long line below and smiled faintly. “Who would have thought that this kid could stir up such a grand scene.”

Standing behind him were a man and a woman, both dressed in blue robes—the two Fifth Grade Constables.

Their official rank was Fifth Grade, but both had reached Peak of Fourth Grade in cultivation.

Judging by their age, both appeared to be around thirty.

Li Guangjie snorted, “He’s merely riding on the coattails of two Third Grade Experts. Without the cooperation of Guanglong Trading Company, what could a mere Sixth Grade do?”

Beside him, Du Caiyue said mockingly, “What, jealous? Makes sense. Like you, he came from a humble background. And he broke through to Sixth Grade a few years earlier than you. Naturally, you find everything about him displeasing.”

Li Guangjie sneered but didn’t retort.

He knew, if he said one word, Du Caiyue would fire back with ten.

The smartest move was to stay silent.

Zhao Shouchang ignored his subordinates’ squabbling and said, “With so many martial artists gathered in Qingfeng City, the Blood Demon Sect won’t hold back much longer. Keep a close eye.”

“Yes.”

The two replied sternly.

Just then, a figure in white ascended the tower.

She moved with grace, untouched by the mundane world, her robes immaculate and a long sword strapped to her back.

Her face was veiled, her appearance obscured, revealing only a pair of ethereal eyes that now glinted with killing intent. “Zhao Shouchang, where did you deceive my master into going?”

Even facing a Third Grade Inspector, she showed no fear.

Li Guangjie’s face darkened, eyes gleaming with menace. He shouted, “Audacious! How dare you show disrespect to the Inspector!”

Du Caiyue also wore a dark expression, just waiting for Zhao Shouchang’s order to capture this woman.

Zhao Shouchang waved his hand. “You two, stand down.”

“Yes.”

The two immediately retreated.

They both knew, with the adult’s strength, this disciple of the Heaven’s Path Alliance couldn’t harm him.

After they left, Zhao Shouchang’s expression remained unchanged. “Miss Su, I can only tell you this—your master went to face a great enemy. He didn’t tell you because it’s for your own good. With your strength, you’d only become a burden.”

The killing intent in the woman in white’s eyes gradually faded. She said indifferently, “Lord Zhao’s schemes are indeed clever. However, you likely don’t know—the one the Blood Demon Sect sent this time is a Demon Heir. Without my master present, you’ll have to face him alone.”

With that, she turned and left.

Demon Heir?

Zhao Shouchang’s gaze flickered slightly.

Within the Cult of Eternal Life, a Demon Heir referred to someone who had inherited the true transmission of demonic techniques, usually with cultivation no greater than First Grade.

Beyond First Grade, one would be called a Demon Lord.

In each generation, there were often several or even more than ten Demon Heirs.

Only the one who survived in the end could obtain the complete demonic arts.