Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

Ever since the Flame Dynasty’s sects appeared, Kong Qifeng and several others had been deliberating for days. They concluded that Liang could yield those lands nurturing Innate Energy, as these sects from the Flame Dynasty had a Martial Path heritage far superior to the Nine Kingdoms. If Liang Martial Artists could join these sects, it would benefit the Liang Martial Artists.

As long as it benefits the people of Liang, they are willing to do it.

This is also the intention of Your Majesty; the Royal Family could even step down and yield authority because of it.

”Martial Artists from your Nine Kingdoms?”

The young man sneered, then suddenly burst into laughter, ”Don’t delude yourselves. You simply have no chance of joining our Profound Nether Sect. Leave Lingxiao City with your people now. If you wait for our sect’s Elder to arrive, it will be too late, and the city will be massacred.”

Selecting genius disciples from the Nine Kingdoms!

This is the announcement made by their sect alliance to the outside, but the purpose of doing this is merely to stabilize the Martial Artists of the Nine Kingdoms; none of the sects actually intended to recruit disciples from the Nine Kingdoms.

The resources for sect disciple cultivation are not even enough for themselves, so how could they possibly give Martial Path resources to the Martial Artists of the Nine Kingdoms?

As the youth made his intentions clear, the expressions of Kong Qifeng and others became extremely grim. Their demand was simple: Liang could surrender Lingxiao City, but they hoped to retain the Lingxiao Martial Arts Academy, even allowing its disciples to join the Profound Nether Sect.

Only when Liang Martial Artists join the Profound Nether Sect as disciples can their interests be guaranteed. Otherwise, Liang would be continuously exploited by the Profound Nether Sect, and eventually, all the people of Liang would become the slaves of the Profound Nether Sect, left to their mercy.

This way, how is Liang any different from a destroyed nation? It’s only a matter of time.

”Are these your sect’s Elder’s exact words?”

Kong Qifeng asked again. The young man’s eyes narrowed, sensing that Kong Qifeng’s tone was no longer as respectful as before, but he still didn’t take it seriously: ”Yes, these are indeed the Elder’s exact words.”

On such desolate islands, only sects that come to reclaim the land would be willing to cultivate the Martial Artists of desolate lands. Sects like them simply take away the Martial Path resources belonging to these barren lands, never expending efforts to cultivate their Martial Artists.

The Flame Dynasty has countless Martial Artists, and these sects lack no disciples. As long as the sect’s strength increases, they can recruit enough genius disciples.

”I understand.”

Kong Qifeng nodded, ”In that case, please convey to your Elder that Lingxiao City is part of Liang, and we will not easily cede it.”

If Lingxiao City is ceded today, tomorrow these sects will extend their claws to other cities.

”It seems you truly wish for Liang to be destroyed,”

the youth’s tone turned cold hearing Kong Qifeng’s words. But as his words dropped, a long sword slashed through the sky, striking towards him.

Swoosh!

Sword Qi filled his eyes; the youth’s face was filled with shock. When the Sword Qi dissipated, he looked at the ground in front of him, split open by the Sword Qi, and his face no longer held the previous arrogance.

For the first time, he felt the presence of death.

”Lingxiao City belongs to our Liang.”

A figure slowly walked out from the city, dressed in green, with a straight posture, and under everyone’s gaze, stepped towards the city gate.

”It’s Pei Qingming!”

”Senior Brother Pei!”

Many foreign Martial Artists observing from afar exclaimed upon seeing the figure appear.

In the rear, Meng Xing and others, seeing Pei Qingming appear, were also filled with excitement. At this critical juncture, Senior Brother Pei appeared once again.

”Last time, when Liang Kingdom’s Zheng Kingdom fought off the coast of Lingxiao City, Pei Qingming appeared and turned the tide. I wonder if he can do it this time?”

”Impossible. Pei Qingming was able to scare off the Zheng Kingdom’s army, but he cannot scare off the Profound Nether Sect. The Profound Nether Sect has Innate Martial Artists, beings that transcend the First Grade.”

By now, Martial Artists of all nations understood that the Realm above the First Grade is called Innate.

”Qingming!”

Kong Qifeng and others saw Pei Qingming approaching, with relieved smiles on their faces.

”Disciple is late.”

Pei Qingming saluted the three elders of Kong Qifeng. From the moment the Flame Dynasty’s Martial Artists appeared, he had returned to Lingxiao City and stayed in the Lingxiao Hall until this moment.

In the eyes of Old Kong Qifeng, there was a glint. Facing the Profound Nether Sect, they in Liang were not entirely unprepared this time and had also prepared for the worst, with Pei Qingming being a key part of it, or perhaps the most important link.

”Since Senior is here, why not show yourself?”

Pei Qingming directed his gaze towards the distant sky, and with his words, a figure streaked across the sky like a meteor from the far horizon.

”I didn’t expect a place like this to produce a genius like you; it’s truly rare.”

The middle-aged man who appeared directed his gaze at Pei Qingming, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, ”What is your name?”

”Pei Qingming.”

”Pei Qingming, your name contains ’Ming,’ which seems fateful with our Profound Nether Sect. Elder can overlook your offense of attacking our sect’s disciple.”

”Thank you, Senior.”

”However, you must surrender the Sword Will.”

Pei Qingming furrowed his brow and did not immediately respond.

”The Sword Will is wasted on you. Surrender it, and our Profound Nether Sect can assure you a life of luxury here.”

The Profound Nether Sect Elder had a tinge of greed in his eyes. He hadn’t expected Liang Kingdom to have such a Sword Dao prodigy; the Sword Qi emanating from that earlier sword carried the Sword Path Will.