The Immortal Seeker: Legend of Bronze Mirror

"I'm done, this is pointless." King Lin never imagined that martial arts training would become an extremely dreadful and boring thing to him.

He was already having a stress reaction.

"Big brother, how about playing a bit longer?" Xu Qing was somewhat reluctant.

King Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "You beast!"

Xu Qing: "Big brother, why must you curse me? In this vast world, perhaps only I can help you break through to the Martial Saint. Big brother, you don't want to miss the chance to break through to the Martial Saint in this lifetime, do you?"

King Lin: "I'm afraid I won't live to see that day, I'll be driven to depression by you first."

This was an honest truth.

Xu Qing, in the dream realm, had almost perfectly replicated all of King Lin's martial arts experiences.

Fighting against Xu Qing was entirely like fighting against himself, no, it was even more terrifying because Xu Qing performed the same moves more skillfully and sinisterly.

Beating oneself is incredibly difficult, let alone Xu Qing's every move aligning with King Lin's heart intent.

Thus he hadn't won once!

Not even once!

Any game, when it lacks feedback, can cause feelings of frustration, disappointment, and even self-doubt.

For instance, in his previous life, Xu Qing had many handsome brothers who couldn't find a girlfriend, and in their long-term singleness, it was hard to reflect on the social issue at its core.

They prioritized reflecting on whether they were somewhat ugly, not rich enough, had a bad personality...

In the end, they realized that falling in love was not as good as playing games and reading novels!

This was simply the "Demon Path"!

For Xu Qing, wholly replicating all of King Lin's martial arts experiences had actually created extremely beneficial material for him to develop the Heavenly Demon Technique.

Especially as King Lin was at the peak of his physical condition and a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

If he were at the higher level of a Martial Saint.

Well, if Xu Qing entered someone's dream realm, he'd probably be dealt with as a heart demon.

Provoking King Lin, this "trivial Martial Arts Grandmaster," Xu Qing merely found himself up against cotton!

King Lin continued: "Dear brother, you've been out for a long time, why not go home and see sister-in-law? Always hanging around with a boor like me, it's unspeakable!"

In all the worldly matters, nothing was more urgent than sending off the plague god in front of him.

Xu Qing felt his "face" darken; if he couldn't win, would he resort to personal attacks?

If he could go back, why wouldn't he?

At least wait until Awu breaks through before returning home.

Do you understand what genuine human affection is?

Alright, for Awu to successfully cultivate the Annihilation Scripture, Xu Qing was indeed a bit ruthless.

But life itself is cruel.

Talking about serious matters, Xu Qing said, "In recent years, our maritime trade has blatantly offended the Eastern Barbarians. Now that news of my death spreads, the Southeast will be anything but peaceful. Especially the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint, he will definitely take action."

"Martial Saint?" A glimmer of excitement flashed in King Lin's eyes, evidently raring to go.

Xu Qing: "Big brother, you must have self-awareness. Even with your extraordinary talent, you will have no chance of winning before a Martial Saint."

"Just like when you faced the Old Demon of Black Mountain?"

What a fellow, only a true brother would hit where it hurts the most!

Engaging the Old Demon of Black Mountain was a dark past for Xu Qing, unworthy of recollection.

No words could describe the despair he felt then.

Even after exhausting every effort, when the four great Martial Saints joined forces, the result was merely temporarily severely injuring the Old Demon who had just weathered the creator's heavenly tribulation and was in a period of weakness.

The number one master in the world!

Ha-ha!

No matter how unwilling, Xu Qing had to admit that the Old Demon of Black Mountain surpassed the world's top Martial Saints by a large margin.

If the old demon were to attack, Xu Qing suspected that even the old Fang might not withstand it.

The old Fang was unfathomable, yet the old demon was invincible.

Xu Qing remarked slowly, "In my view, the old demon has the intention to clear away all great practitioners under the heavens and is fully capable of doing so. Just like a garden, if some branches grow out, looking out of place, the old demon would become the scissors, trimming them."

The way of Heaven diminishes excess to supplement deficiency.

Upon hearing this, King Lin was silent for a moment before speaking, "Dear brother, I'm not tired anymore, let's continue!"

He desired to smoothly break through to the Martial Saint within three years, certainly requiring the most ruthless training.

"I'm exhausted, goodbye!"

King Lin awoke from his dream, nearly driven to madness.

What kind of person is this!

Then, with no means to vent his frustration, King Lin dove into the sea to practice his punches.

After Xu Qing's constant beating, the endless sea became a naturally good opponent. Through this process, King Lin's Fist Intent and Qi-Blood became as "immeasurable" as the sea.

This was a slow yet resolute process.

In the end, he had to use a sea-like quantity to push through the most difficult hurdle in martial arts cultivation and touch the longed-for Martial Saint Realm.

Ha!

Falling behind means getting beaten.

King Lin didn't want to be left too far behind by Xu Qing.

Moreover, if sister-in-law achieved Great Success in Mysterious Skill, she might surpass him.

Thinking of this, King Lin couldn't help but feel motivated.

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Fusang Island, along the coast, a plain and unremarkable grass hut.

No one would have thought that the renowned Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint resided in this grass hut.

For the past five years, he had not stepped out of the hut.

He neither ate nor drank, nor did he seem to age.

Outside the thatched hut stood a swordsman in his thirties, the most proud disciple of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint—Tantai Jian. Now, he had reached the Half-step Martial Saint Realm, reputed as the number one sword of the East Sea.

Many people believe that within the next ten years, Tantai Jian will inherit the mantle of the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint, becoming the second Martial Saint among the Eastern Barbarians.

Only Tantai Jian himself knows how difficult it is to take this step.

"Jian, the Emperor of the Great Yu Dynasty is about to embark on a southern tour. If he successfully intimidates the nobles of the southeast, then the reform of the Great Yu Dynasty will continue to be smoothly implemented. If he succeeds in collecting commercial taxes from the southeast, our situation will become more challenging."

Even a Martial Saint cannot escape the shackles of family and country.

Because no one would disregard their origin, unless they were abandoned from birth.

"Master, what do you think we should do?"

"I plan to assassinate the Great Yu Emperor." The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint spoke as calmly as the white clouds in the sky, leisurely and without care.

Indeed, an assassination of the Emperor, in his eyes, was as common as talking about daily life.

The Emperor is protected by the Dynasty Destiny; Dao Skill experts find it hard to strike in front of the Emperor, but a Martial Saint has no such concerns.

"But the Great Yu Dynasty now has three Martial Saints." Tantai Jian was somewhat worried.

He hated himself for not breaking through before Xiong Chan; otherwise, joining forces with the Grassland Martial Saint, perhaps the Great Yu Emperor would have already been invited to the Eastern Barbarians as a guest.

"Precisely because there are three." The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint said blandly.

He continued, "The Living Buddha of Tubo, the Sect Hierarch of Heshan Tao, the Poison God of the Western Regions' Poison Valley, they will all take action."

Every name uttered by the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint was a dominant figure in their own right.

"This is the best opportunity."

The core forces of Central Earth suffered great losses in the battle of Changbai Mountain. For a long time to come, Central Earth will experience a transition period.

If at this time the assassination of the Great Yu Emperor succeeds, it will be exceptionally good news for the forces surrounding Great Yu.

In fact, even the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint didn't know the final outcome of the Changbai Mountain battle.

But with the Black Mountain Old Demon's temperament, if nothing happened, he would have appeared by now.

Now, Changbai Mountain had already turned into ruins.

After a moment of silence, the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint continued, "Before that, you and I will first go to Jiangning Prefecture of the Great Yu Dynasty."

"Does Master have plans? The disciple can go on your behalf."

"This is a significant matter; I would feel more assured going personally."

Tantai Jian was moved, what kind of important matter would be worth Master's personal involvement?

Jiangning Prefecture?

That legendary Wenqu Star, wasn't he already fallen?

The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint did not conceal anything from his proud disciple and said calmly, "The legacy left by Wenqu Star is extremely rich; his business in the south is almost entirely in the hands of his wife. Capturing this woman would be greatly beneficial for us."

Tantai Jian remained silent.

No matter what, bullying orphans and widows does not seem to be the actions appropriate for a swordsman.

But Master is different.

In his heart, there is only the sword, no morality.

Tantai Jian is different; he is a descendant of Tantai Mie Ming, the disciple of the Master, with the intrinsic qualities of the original Confucians.

"Either let go or persist." The Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint pierced through the Heavenly Secret with one sentence.

This is the reason why Tantai Jian cannot step into the Martial Saint threshold.

He is too hesitant.

The sword of the swordsman can be kind and righteous, but it cannot be hesitant.

Being wishy-washy is a major taboo.

Tantai Jian looked up, seeing his Master already walking into the seawater, his figure gradually swallowed by the sea.

At this moment, the Eastern Barbarian Martial Saint was walking across the seabed of the East Sea.

As he went deeper, the water pressure increased, as if each part of his body was simultaneously struck by a master.

He entirely relied on his physical body to endure it.

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The Grassland Martial Saint Fu Xuan, unknown to everyone, quietly set foot in Central Earth. This was also the first time since Murong Grandmaster that a top-notch expert from the grassland had ventured into the Central Plains.

And the place he was heading to was South Zhili.

In an inn.

This was a property of the Jiangning Chamber of Commerce.

To be precise, it was the Xu family's property.

Today in South Zhili, inns owned by the Xu family had garnered a reputation for excellent service, and their prices were relatively affordable.

Fu Xuan, under the guise of an ordinary person, blended into the bustling Great Yu Dynasty, especially in South Zhili, which was so prosperous that even he, a Martial Saint, was amazed.

Well, Fu Xuan, despite being a Martial Saint, had always lived a rather simple life.

After wandering around, Fu Xuan arrived at a secluded house in Yingtian Prefecture.

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Su Lianqing had just returned to South Zhili when she suddenly saw a man appearing like a deity or demon, giving her a start.

Fu Xuan smiled, "Little girl, don't be afraid, I am not a bad person. Your surname is Su, right?"

Su Lianqing understood that the person before her was unfathomable; she dared not make any unnecessary movements and nodded slightly.

"It seems I'm in luck, finding the right person immediately. I come from the Northern Grassland."

"You are the Sky Wolf King." Su Lianqing blurted out.

As soon as she finished speaking, everything turned dark before her eyes, and she lost control of her body.

Fu Xuan looked at Su Lianqing in astonishment, as a familiar illusory face appeared on her face.

"You're not dead?"

Shock, surprise, and confusion intricately intertwined across the face of this Martial Saint, who had weathered a century of storms.