Kill Me More Times, I’ll Become Invincible

Chapter 97:

Chapter 97:

"Have you heard?"

At the entrance of the teahouse, Clairaudience tapped the shoulder of a familiar customer:

"There have been wild rumors about Martial Saint lately, saying that he has finally appeared—-"

"Yes, it is said that the top ten martial arts experts from the previous era all died at his hands," sighed the familiar customer.

"I really didn’t expect this… So it wasn’t the inhuman who killed the top ten experts, but it was the Martial Saint…"

"The martial arts world of the previous era actually came to an end at the hands of the Martial Saint’s family. No wonder many major sects like Shaolin and Wudang were destroyed. The top ten experts of that time didn’t appear at all, turns out they had already died…"

After conversing with the regular customer, Clairaudience moved on to the next familiar customer.

"Have you heard? About the Martial Saint, they say he’s a…"

"A demon who eats people." The familiar customer turned his head and, without waiting for Clairaudience to finish speaking, eagerly continued the conversation himself.

"Just a few days ago, that Martial Saint fought a wild battle outside the city with the Immortal Gate Saintess Wu Qingxin. They fought passionately under the moonlight, and in the end, he mercilessly drained the holy maiden… Can you believe that Martial Saint is such a beast? He did such a thing to his own disciple whom he had raised for so many years, completely devouring them."

Clairaudience:?

"Wait, where did you hear about this?" Clairaudience gasped in shock.

"Tide Listening Building, oh, do you know about Tide Listening Building? It’s the most mysterious force in the martial arts world. Even Shaolin and Wudang were destroyed, but they couldn’t defeat Tide Listening Building…"

"Let me tell you, that Tide Listening Building actually loves spreading gossip like this. For example, there’s someone who claims to have this special ability called Clairaudience…"

"Ahem… Even if it’s the Tide Listening Building, we still need to provide evidence when discussing matters," Clairaudience said calmly, without blushing or gasping, and continued:

"What you’re saying is too unbelievable."

"What’s so unbelievable? Actually, I was there at the scene, and I even fully documented this incident," said the familiar customer, looking around and then mysteriously taking out a small notebook from their pocket and handing it to Clairaudience.

Clairaudience, confused, took it and casually flipped through a page.

"The Martial Saint looked down on the Immortal Gate saintess, with the same cold, arrogant, and wild expression as always. There was no warmth in his tone, like an eternal icy mountain: Woman, you’re playing with fire."

"If you dare to leave my side, not even the Immortal Gate can protect you."

"Qingxin, your weakness is that your state of mind is not clear enough. Let me take a look at how much progress your state of mind has made…"

"…."

Clairaudience closed the book silently and had a slightly vacant expression.

The book peddler, with a smiling face, pointed their finger in front of the listener.

"One piece of silver coin."

Ah, encountered a book peddler.

These people are quite swift in their actions. It has only been a few days since Martial Saint appeared, and they have already arranged erotic stories.

The book peddler, seeing Clairaudience remained silent, thought it wasn’t to their taste. So, they took out another small book.

"Don’t like it? I have even more exciting ones."

"This is a martial arts secret manual that even Martial Saint praised! Just two pieces of silver."

Clairaudience stared at the book peddler holding the book titled "Asshole Pointing Hand" and fell into deep thought.

Not long after.

He held a stack of books in his hands and walked outside, only to run into Jiang Chen’s strange gaze.

"That book peddler is quite talented, with quick movements. Perhaps he possesses the qualifications of a storyteller from the Fantastic Faction," Clairaudience explained forcefully.

"I want to thoroughly examine his writing skills. If they pass, maybe we can recruit him to join our Tide Listening Building."

… Jiang Chen had nothing to say. He was just a newcomer recruited by Clairaudience. Whatever the seniors said, he would go along with it.

"Putting aside this small matter…" Clairaudience stuffed the books into his bag and continued:

"The matter of Martial Saint has already become well-known."

"Originally, I thought of stirring up the waves and spreading the news a bit more. But now it seems unnecessary for us to get involved. This matter itself is already a colossal tsunami, why add fuel to the fire?" Clairaudience sighed.

If this event was not shocking enough and didn’t spread widely, how could there be book sellers rushing to produce and sell popular books?

"By the way, Jiang Chen, weren’t you interested in the story of Qiao’s family? In this major event where the Martial Saint appeared, a member of Qiao’s family also made an appearance."

"Qiao Pifu died at the hands of Saintess Wu Qingxin, who burned him alive at the entrance of Xuantian Temple."

"And right after that, the elder Qiao Zhong from the family participated in the hunt for the saintess organized by the Wuji Association… Little did they expect that this matter would involve the Martial Saint, and even Qiao Zhong fell into the hands of the Martial Saint."

"That Qiao Zhong.. is quite an extraordinary person," Jiang Chen said, feeling somewhat touched.

He is a storyteller from the Tide Listening Building who had direct contact with the legendary Jade-faced Flying Dragon, so the impression was particularly deep.

"If what Qiao Zhong said is true, that there are more and stronger members of the Qiao’s family in this world, then that would be great."

Jiang Chen let out a sigh.

The strongest figures in the martial arts world turned out to be people like the Martial Saint, truly shocking the storytellers from the Tide Listening Building.

While they were talking, there was suddenly a commotion in front of the market.

Vaguely, you could see that two travelers were arguing, and they were getting angry and started fighting right there in the street.

Jiang Chen and Clairaudience leaned in to listen, and they found out that this disturbance was actually related to the Martial Saint incident.

These two travelers were originally drinking and chatting at a nearby restaurant, but they got into an argument because they were discussing the Martial Saint.

"Martial Saint is the last hope for martial artists like us!" the swordsman drank his wine, his face turning red, and he angrily exclaimed at that moment:

"Although inhumans and us humans come from the same origins, have they ever treated us humans as equals?"

"In their eyes, we are mere mortals, ordinary people… Martial Saint is the strongest in the world of martial arts. If there’s anyone who can stand against immortals, it’s him. He is the strongest, and his hope is the greatest!"

"What a load of nonsense!" the swordsman also drank wine and spoke in a very refined and friendly manner. "Can the Martial Saint really represent anything? Can he represent us humans? Can he represent martial artists?"

"You crooked fool! If the Martial Saint eats you tomorrow, would you also make a contribution to the world of martial arts?"

The swordsman suddenly choked and his eyes widened.

"What does it have to do with me? The Martial Saint consumes high-level martial artist, while I am only at the 8th rank…"

"So it turns out you’re just talking without considering the consequences." The swordsman also got drunk, his steps were a bit unsteady.

"Thirty years ago, the Martial Saint consumed the top ten experts in the world. In the past twenty or thirty years, the Martial Saint consumed three thousand disciples. So what about now? What about in the future?"

"If he has nowhere else to go, do you think he would devour you?"

"You’re making something out of nothing… and this is a world where the strong dominate the weak." The swordsman’s face turned dark, he drew his sword and began fighting with the swordsman.

The surrounding audience formed several circles and cheered loudly.

The Martial Saint is a top martial artist who has been in seclusion for forty years, distant from ordinary people and merely a legend of the rivers and lakes several decades ago.

The people of Great Yan have short lifespans, and when it comes to events decades ago, it may have been a generation or two away.

So even though it is said that Martial Saint feeds on martial artists, this knife cannot harm ordinary people at the moment.

"Fight, fight fiercely! I want to see rivers of blood!"

In the crowd, several Xuantian Temple monks watched this scene and found it amusing.

"We don’t need to intervene. These ordinary martial artists can bash their own brains out."

"Perhaps Martial Saint didn’t expect that even after his secret was exposed, there would still be martial artists who saw him as the last hope of humankind…"

"Hehe… That’s why these mortals are so interesting."

After watching for a while, the monks saw soldiers arriving, and even Governor Lou himself came. With an angry face, they arrested the two intoxicated martial artists.

"Let’s go back to the temple."

"Luckily, we have already joined Xuantian Temple. We have become part of the Immortal Gate and are no longer ordinary martial artists." These low-ranking martial artists smiled and discussed.

"The Martial Saint’s matter is actually not a small matter. If we report it to our senior brothers on the mountain, will it be considered an achievement? Can we receive the teachings of the profound sect from our senior brothers?"

These men were joking and returned to the Taoist temple.

…………….

Deep in the Qingming Mountain range is the Xuantian Sect sect.

"Disciple Chiyang, I respectfully greet the elders."

Taoist Chiyang bowed to the elders in the main hall of the sect’s temple.

Taoist Chiyang served as an official in the Xuantian Sect, responsible for guarding the mortal city’s Taoist temple. As a result, he also had the lowest position in the Xuantian Temple in Heyang City.

The incense and offerings at the lowest position in the Taoist temple are equivalent to the wages of an official in the Immortal Gate.

As an official, he naturally possessed the strength that was enough to suppress ordinary martial artists in the eyes of the elders of the Immortal Gate.

"Chiyang, you didn’t even manage to capture that Martial Saint?" Elder Sun frowned.

"We expelled Saintess Wu Qingxin in order to pacify Emperor Yonghe’s heart and prevent trouble, but it actually attracted the Martial Saint."

"The Martial Saint has been a hidden rat in the gutter for forty years, but today, because of a character named Wu Qingxin, he showed up?"

In the beginning, they appointed Wu Qingxin as the Saintess, but their true intention was to use her as a bait and lure out the Martial Saint.

As a result, the Martial Saint hid for forty years, and just when the Xuantian Sect cultivators thought they had misjudged Wu Qingxin’s value, the Martial Saint made his move.

"This person is deceitful, and now that they have appeared, they must have some ulterior motive."

"It’s a pity that the path of immortality is the right way. This Martial Saint has fallen into the demonic path, strayed off the right path, and in the end, it will all be in vain," Elder Sun said lightly.

"Without Wu Qingxin, we have an even bigger bait."

"Emperor Yonghe."

"If he dares to come to Qingming Mountain, the Martial Saint, then let’s just get rid of him and completely eliminate any future trouble."

For Xuantian Sect, Emperor Yonghe’s visit to the immortal beings in seven or eight days is much more important than a mere Martial Saint.