Martial Master

“Even so, how could a newly promoted Martial God, a Holy Son who just broke through to the mid-Heavenly Saint three hundred years ago, audaciously occupy a cave for his HongYan to reside in? Whose courage is he relying on? Even if he is a Holy Son, the higher-ups wouldn't tolerate such behavior, right?” One of the men exclaimed in surprise.

“Hmph, don’t underestimate this Murong Tian. This person possesses supreme fortune and owns a treasured item, the Zixiao Doushuai Palace. It is not an ordinary heavenly-grade treasure, its power is unimaginable. Over the years, he has completed numerous tasks and encountered many fortuitous events, rising to become a prominent figure among the Holy Sons of the Martial Department. Recently, he fought with the veteran Holy Son Fu Zixi over a few women and surprisingly, they ended up in a stalemate.”

“What? He fought with Fu Zixi and ended in a stalemate?”

Many martial artists in the tavern were shocked upon hearing this. Fu Zixi was a renowned veteran Holy Son with an astonishing reputation in the Martial Department. He cultivated the Western Emperor's secret technique and was rumored to be a descendant of the ancient powerhouse, Western Emperor, with terrifying strength.

What kind of fortune does Murong Tian have?

How many fortuitous encounters has he had?

How could he possibly end in a stalemate with Fu Zixi?

Qin Chen listened from the side, his eyes flickering. He didn't expect the Martial Department to be filled with powerhouses, but thinking about it, it made sense. Those selected to enter the Martial Department were all prodigies who went against the heavens. With such resources for cultivation over the years, it was natural that many strong individuals would emerge.

“By the way, what happened between him and Fu Zixi regarding a few women?”

Someone else inquired at this moment.

“I’m not sure about the specifics, but it’s rumored that this time the Martial Department recruited disciples and received several outstanding women. Murong Tian cultivated the Nine Profound Female Control Technique and had set his sights on the most beautiful of them. The key is that after Fu Zixi saw a few of them, he was also amazed and decided to pursue them, which led to their confrontation.”

“Hiss, what kind of women could make two Holy Sons go to such lengths?”

“I don’t know the specifics, but I did hear that the three women with the highest talents actually come from the same state under the Guanghan Mansion, seems to be Yunzhou? These three have already touched upon the Heavenly Saint realm during their training in the Martial Department, and Murong Tian and Fu Zixi just happened to both take a liking to them, which is what led to the conflict. Moreover, Murong Tian occupying the cave on Jiuyang Shenxuan Mountain is said to be to keep these three women there.”

“What did you say?”

As soon as this person’s words fell, a cold voice rang out. The next moment, a young man was already standing beside them, and with a boom, a terrifying will surged like an ocean, sweeping over them in an instant.

It was Qin Chen.

Initially, Qin Chen found it somewhat interesting, but as he listened, things began to feel increasingly wrong. Upon hearing about Yunzhou, Qin Chen's expression suddenly changed. The women they spoke of couldn’t be Ao Qingling and Qin Tingting, could they?

As for the three people, if Li Wanxue was included, wouldn’t that be just right?

An invisible rage surged from Qin Chen’s body. How dare these Holy Sons of the Martial Department have their designs on his people?

“Are you sure those three women are from Yunzhou? What are their names?”

Qin Chen stared coldly at the table of people.

Under Qin Chen's gaze, these men and women felt as if they were being stared at by a ferocious beast, a sense of fear surged from their depths, and their thoughts froze.

“This senior, we only heard rumors and don’t know the truth.”

The man who had been speaking confidently earlier now trembled in fear, realizing the terrifying power of Qin Chen, who could easily crush him with a single finger. He had no courage to resist against such a figure.