Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 832: Giving a Toast to Your Ancestor’s Grandfather

Chapter 832: Giving a Toast to Your Ancestor’s Grandfather
Worldly affairs were volatile. Di Wuque had been arrogant, mocking Xiao Chen. Soon after that, he ended up slapping himself in the face, not even getting the qualification to be a weakling.
The group of people below could not help a faint bitter laugh. This Di Wuque was really unlucky. Word of this incident would probably circulate throughout the entire Kunlun Realm.
The Divine Son would never be able to wash away this black stain on his reputation.
“Di Wuque, I’ll offer a toast to your ancestor’s grandfather on your behalf.”
Xiao Chen tipped the wine jar over, and a refreshingly fragrant wine poured out in a line, falling downwards.
Di Wuque had already been speechless with frustration. Xiao Chen’s words tipped him over the edge, sounding like Xiao Chen was saying, “You are too weak to do this, so I’ll help you pour some wine for your grandfather, instead.”
Di Wuque’s figure flashed as he shouted a warcry. His hair, which had previously turned back to white, became golden once more as he charged up.
His Mental Energy was sufficient to resist the pressure, but his physical body was not. After struggling to rise another ten meters, he felt as if his bones would shatter.
Here was the chance that Xiao Chen had been waiting for. His gaze turned cold as he casually tossed away the wine jar in his hand. Then he jumped downwards and kicked Di Wuque’s shoulder.
Utilizing the acceleration from falling from the Sage Mark Monument, this kick was extremely quick. Di Wuque, who was struggling to keep ascending, was caught off-guard and got struck.
“Bang!” Di Wuque fell all the way down in a sorry state. His body tumbled over a few times in the air. The bones of his shoulder felt like they had shattered.
After this matter, Xiao Chen knew that he had surely become an eyesore to Di Wuque. They would have to settle this grudge eventually. Since a chance to strike him down had presented itself, naturally, he would not miss out on it.
After kicking Di Wuque, Xiao Chen swayed as he endured the pressure, then returned to stand on top of the Sage Mark Monument.
This sight stunned the onlookers. Someone kicked down Di Wuque, an outstanding talent that could move about as he wished in the Kunlun Realm. This feat was something unimaginable, yet it had happened right before their eyes.
As Xiao Chen watched Di Wuque tumble in the air, he could not help harboring some regret. While kicking Di Wuque earlier had felt good, he had failed to inflict any major damage for lack of time to put much force into the blow.
Di Wuque pushed against the air, forcefully breaking his fall. For the first time, an irrepressible killing Qi poured out of his eyes. A horrifying aura spread from his body. All the people below were startled to feel a chill.
“Split Second Beginning Conscience Sword!” Di Wuque shouted and stretched his hand out to point with his finger.
A beam of light shot out from that finger. The sky immediately turned dark. The beam of light served as the only source of illumination in the entire world.
Suddenly, a strand of sword Qi shot out of Di Wuque’s finger, piercing the darkness of this world.
This sword Qi cut through light and darkness, like the first light of the world. In that instant, it flew towards Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen felt an unprecedented sense of danger. He tilted to the side, and a weak sword Qi brushed past his cheek, cutting a few strands of hair.
Although this sword Qi moved very fast and contained a vast state, due to the suppression of the Sage Mark Monument, its might was almost negligible by the time it reached him.
Xiao Chen’s expression turned grave, the smile on his face slowly fading away. He looked coldly at the other party. Two peerless people could not exist at the same time. The Kunlun Realm could have only one main character. Today, he had thoroughly fallen out with Di Wuque.
His opponent was very strong. Even exerting his full power, Xiao Chen might not be able to win. However, there was plenty of time. Who could get the last laugh? Whose light would shine forever?
The Sage Mark Monument started flickering with a bright light. The many cultivators who were watching the excitement all turned grave.
This light was the sign that the world within the Sage Mark Monument was opening. The Inferior Grade Martial Sages who had not carved their names yet quickly rushed forward to do so.
The killing intent in Di Wuque’s eyes disappeared. He looked at Xiao Chen atop the Sage Mark Monument and calmly returned to the group of Deity Race cultivators.
“Divine Son, don’t bother with him. He is just a weakling. How can he compare to you?” When a Deity Race cultivator saw Di Wuque’s sullen expression, he immediately went up to fawn over him, to try and cheer him up.
Di Wuque, who had finally calmed down, suddenly erupted again. He threw a slap at this person as he shouted, “Scram! Don’t ever mention the word weakling to me again!”
Seeing that person go flying, the thirteen Keepers of Light all revealed dumbstruck expressions. This fellow really deserved that. It was best not to touch on someone’s sore spot. At this point, even a fool could tell that Di Wuque was sensitive to the word “weakling.”
The bright light flickered, showing that the Sage Mark Monument was about to open. There were all sorts of Secret Treasures and natural treasures, as well as Spirit Veins, for the Inferior Grade Martial Sages to obtain.
Such opportunities were rare. All the cultivators of the various races raised their heads and looked around.
Xiao Chen sat atop the Sage Mark Monument and watched what Di Wuque did. He smiled faintly before looking away.
He directed his gaze to the area right below the top. As he stared at the faint marks, he entered deep thought.
Legend said that the people who made these marks left this world mysteriously. Supposedly, they managed to advance to Martial God.
On the Sage Mark Monument, the area at the three-thousand-two-hundred-meter height, where there was a large group of golden names, represented the peak of the Ancient Era.
In that case, what about these marks at the top? Could there be an era in the Martial Epoch that came before the Ancient Era?
Xiao Chen looked further down and saw that the three-thousand-two-hundred-meter height also had some faint marks amid the large group of golden words.
Suddenly, it felt like something clicked in his mind. Xiao Chen used his finger to gently prod the faint marks below him.
“Boom!”
A vast scene appeared before Xiao Chen’s eyes. A saber light sweeping through the air quickly headed for him.
Xiao Chen would not see the face of this person clearly. This person’s shout resounded like thunder in his sea of consciousness. His body trembled, and he quickly pulled his finger away, nearly falling off the Sage Mark Monument.
Even though I can fly this high, it would be difficult for me to carve my name at this height, he thought to himself.
The person who left the mark was not the one who sent out that earlier saber light. Instead, it came from a mysterious power within the stele.
It was probably impossible for a Martial Sage to carve their name at this highest spot. At the very least, no one here could block that saber light.
The people who left behind the marks were definitely not Inferior Grade Martial Sages. However, the rules of this Sage Mark Monument clearly limited the cultivation to Inferior Grade Martial Sage.
Even if a Martial Emperor came, he would not be able to get near this Sage Mark Monument. Could it be that in a time before the Ancient Era, the Sage Mark Monument had different rules?
The flickering light became increasingly dazzling. The people who left their names behind on the stele could already feel a distinct power from the stele gently pulling at them.
Just when the Sage Mark Monument was about to open, two men and one girl in the sky flew over unhurriedly. Based on their auras, they were not one of the five major races.
Someone saw their eyes and recognized the clothes that they wore. He was stunned for a moment before he exclaimed, “Why did the Merfolk of the Chaotic Demonic Sea come here?”
The Kunlun Realm was very large. Just the continent itself was large enough to roam about for a lifetime. The extensive ocean was even more vast and boundless.
One of the places that the Tianwu Domain’s people were more familiar with was, naturally, the Chaotic Demonic Sea that abutted the Yellow Soil Demonic Garden in the west. The Merfolk were the overlords of the Chaotic Demonic Sea.
After crossing the Chaotic Demonic Sea, there was the even vaster Ocean World, where there were intelligent races like the Merfolk and even rare but extremely strong races.
Legend had it that in the Ancient Era, the Sea Monarch Palace had ruled over all the sea races, which would obey its orders. However, the Sea Monarch Palace had fallen long ago. The sea races were now seen very rarely. The Ocean World had changed long ago.
On the surface, the two men and one girl did not look any different from humans. However, their eyes were an utterly beautiful shade of deep blue.
Xiao Chen paid attention to this group’s feet. He had heard that the Merfolk were born without feet, their lower body that of a fish. Only when their strength reached a certain level could they freely change forms.
When the three saw the flickering light of the Sage Mark Monument, they rushed forward to carve their names. Surprisingly, they all left their names at the height of two thousand eight hundred meters.
Before anyone could think about why Merfolk Race cultivators were here, a suction forcefully pulled the people who had inscribed their names on the stele into the Sage Mark Monument.
These cultivators would be automatically sent out after ten days. Then, the Sage Mark Monument would deactivate and reactivate only after another ten years.
When Xiao Chen opened his eyes, the Kunlun Mountain Range had already vanished. Replacing it was a desolate grassland.
There was no one else around him. After thinking about it, he concluded that the thousands of people had probably been sent to different places.
He raised his head to look to the limits of his vision. In the center of this world was a pillar of light connecting the ground to the sky, which attracted his attention.
Ao Jiao, who was inside the Immortal Spirit Ring, explained, The Treasury Hall of the Sage Mark Monument is there. However, it is not easy to get there.
With the name Treasury Hall, it was obvious what that place was. Xiao Chen asked, “I won’t be able to just take away the items in there, right?”
Right. Not only are there many traps and secret passages there, but there are also all sorts of ancient puppets. These puppets are not that easy to deal with. The combat puppets that you used in the Heaven Series training room were made by imitating these ancient puppets.
Xiao Chen still clearly remembered the combat puppets of the Heaven Series training room. Not only did they have combat memory and decent intelligence, but they also managed to grasp Martial Techniques and states.
“I’ll go take a look later. There aren’t any Spirit Vein’s origins in this grassland, right?” Xiao Chen asked as he looked around.
Although there were many plants in the Immortal Spirit Ring, he only cared about two of them. One was the Lunar Cassia Tree, and the other was the Dragon Mark Fruit.
The Lunar Cassia Tree could produce Lunar Cassia Flowers. Just eating one would heal almost any wound. That was much more convenient than Medicinal Pills.
The Dragon Mark Fruit was no less useful. It was a rare natural treasure that could strengthen a cultivator’s Vital Qi. A Spirit Vein’s origin would enable it to grow faster.
If the Dragon Mark Fruit could reach a thousand years in age, it would be of great benefit, given Xiao Chen’s current cultivation.
Ao Jiao smiled and replied, That is hard to say. We cannot use the outside world’s logic to judge this small world. In the outside world, the Spirit Veins would be under the mountains. However, the Spirit Veins here might be right under your feet.