"A Martial Saint... He's already a Martial Saint..."
Venerable Tianming muttered under his breath.
He had thought his heart was calm and composed. Yet now, it was evident that it was anything but calm.
Not long ago, word had arrived that Lu Changsheng had slain a Martial Saint head-on while still merely in the Divine Ability realm! That news had utterly shaken the Martial Saint Mansion. Even the foremost Divine Ability martial artists within the mansion possessed no certainty of slaying a Martial Saint. That was a Martial Saint, after all! Once a saint body manifested, who could stand against it?
Yet the news had been absolute fact, not some fabricated rumor. Many people had witnessed that battle with their own eyes, and countless hearts had been filled with awe toward Lu Changsheng.
However, before many within the Martial Saint Mansion could even recover from the shock of Lu Changsheng slaying a Martial Saint in the Divine Ability realm, he had returned—and he had returned as a Martial Saint himself.
This news was even more earth-shattering!
He had been that formidable in the Divine Ability realm; now that he had become a Martial Saint, would he not be all the more terrifying?
Yet while the people of the Martial Saint Mansion were seized by astonishment, for Lu Changsheng, it brought a bit of trouble.
He could not enter.
He stood right outside the Martial Saint Mansion, but he was barred from stepping inside.
Martial Saints were forbidden from entering the Martial Saint Mansion!
The entire mansion was itself a magic treasure, governed in all matters by its artifact spirit. And right now, the artifact spirit was preventing Lu Changsheng from going in.
Unless Lu Changsheng forced his way inside. But this was the Martial Saint Mansion, forged jointly by the top powers—who would dare force their way in?
"Artifact spirit, I wish to enter Cave Abode Number One to retrieve my belongings," Lu Changsheng stated plainly.
He knew the artifact spirit was extraordinary, possessing intelligence comparable to that of a human.
"Lu Changsheng, disciple of the inner mansion, you may enter Cave Abode Number One. You have only half an hour," the artifact spirit's voice rang out. "After half an hour, you must leave the inner mansion."
Soon, Lu Changsheng stepped into the Martial Saint Mansion.
He did have some possessions inside Cave Abode Number One, though none of immense value. A brief tidying was all it took.
Afterward, Lu Changsheng left the Martial Saint Mansion. He felt little sense of belonging there, and the time he had spent had been brief. Leaving the inner mansion, he made his way to the outer mansion.
Lu Changsheng needed to find a Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill for Li Zhenggang. That was clearly no simple task. A Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill was priceless and practically impossible to find on the open market, unobtainable through mere spirit stones.
Lu Changsheng was actually quite wealthy now. Setting aside spirit stones, he possessed plenty of Void Divine Stones alone. If a Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill could truly be bought with spirit stones, Li Zhenggang's injuries would likely have healed long ago, and there would have been no need for Lu Changsheng to search for one on his behalf.
Lu Changsheng arrived at the outer mansion's Trading Hall, seeking any news concerning the Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill.
"Hm?"
Lu Changsheng's interest was piqued.
He actually caught sight of a Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill.
It was held by a plump man, who appeared to be only in the Divine Ability realm. The man held a mission plaque detailing the terms of the transaction:
"Slay the Joyous Sect Patriarch, Martial Saint Fang Yi."
"Upon completion, receive one Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill."
The text of the mission was brief, yet its content was staggering.
Slay Martial Saint Fang Yi!
That was a genuine Martial Saint! Openly posting a bounty on a Martial Saint right inside the outer mansion's Trading Hall? This fat man truly had no fear of death.
Lu Changsheng did not rashly approach him. Instead, he made inquiries among the surrounding martial artists.
Without much effort, Lu Changsheng pieced together the whole story.
It turned out the plump man was rather well-known in the outer mansion, and many recognized him. His name was Zhao Wulong, and he originally hailed from an immortal cultivation clan. Yes, an immortal clan. Unfortunately, Zhao Wulong possessed no spiritual root and could not cultivate immortality or enter the immortal path, leaving him no choice but to pursue the martial way.
Fortunately, his martial aptitude was fairly decent. Stumbling and persevering all the way, he had actually attained a divine ability and achieved some standing in the martial path.
Regrettably, fortune was fickle. Over a certain treasure, the Zhao clan had engaged in a fierce struggle with a group of martial artists and immortal cultivators. In the end, they had provoked a Martial Saint—and that Martial Saint was none other than the Joyous Sect Patriarch, Fang Yi.
As an esteemed Martial Saint, Fang Yi had annihilated the entire Zhao clan the moment he intervened, cutting weeds and eliminating roots. Aside from Zhao Wulong, who had escaped by a stroke of luck, everyone else in the Zhao clan had perished.
Carrying a deep-seated blood feud, Zhao Wulong had immersed himself in bitter cultivation. Yet forging a saint body was exceedingly difficult; the gulf between the Divine Ability realm and a Martial Saint was vast beyond reach. Zhao Wulong had some talent, but reaching the Divine Ability realm was his absolute limit. Becoming a Martial Saint? Utterly impossible!
Thus, Zhao Wulong could only bring out a Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill he had obtained in his early years and publicly place a bounty on Martial Saint Fang Yi in the outer mansion, hoping another Martial Saint would step forward to slay Fang Yi.
Within the outer mansion of the Martial Saint Mansion, not even a Martial Saint could openly attack. Therefore, Zhao Wulong was perfectly safe here. However, Fang Yi's informants were undoubtedly keeping watch over him at all times. The moment Zhao Wulong stepped outside the Martial Saint Mansion, he would certainly die.
Unfortunately, even though Zhao Wulong offered a Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill, more than a decade had passed without a single Martial Saint willing to accept his task.
After all, the Martial Saint Mansion was overwhelmingly populated by Divine Ability realm cultivators, and while Martial Saints occasionally visited the outer mansion, none had the confidence to slay Fang Yi. Moreover, was it worth offending a Martial Saint just for one Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill? It simply was not.
Yet Zhao Wulong persisted regardless. This was his sole hope of vengeance! Even if he grew old and died within the Martial Saint Mansion, he would endure to the end.
"Martial Saint Fang Yi... Advanced to Martial Saint eight hundred years ago, an established veteran. Yet he is merely a Human Saint, having forged his saint body from a greater divine ability, though his strength is not weak..."
Lu Changsheng quickly looked into Martial Saint Fang Yi. The Joyous Sect Patriarch was widely known, so intelligence was easily gathered.
A Human Saint.
A saint body forged on the foundation of a single greater divine ability.
He remained within the Joyous Sect's mountain gate year-round.
Though Fang Yi was the only Martial Saint in the sect, the Joyous Sect was vast, boasting thousands of disciples. It was an immensely powerful faction. An ordinary Martial Saint would never dare provoke Fang Yi.
Having learned enough, Lu Changsheng made up his mind. He walked straight over.
"I accept this task," Lu Changsheng stated calmly.
"Hm?" Zhao Wulong jerked his head up, staring in shock at the stranger before him.
He did not recognize Lu Changsheng. Furthermore, Lu Changsheng had completely reined in his aura, leaving no sign that he was a Martial Saint.
"Does Your Excellency know who the target is?" Zhao Wulong asked.
"Naturally. Joyous Sect Patriarch, Martial Saint Fang Yi," Lu Changsheng replied evenly.
Seeing that Lu Changsheng knew the contents of the task, Zhao Wulong felt a surge of excitement. After waiting more than a decade, had someone finally agreed to help him take revenge? Still, he remained prudent.
"Who might Your Excellency be? Could you leave your name...?" Zhao Wulong asked.
"Holy Land Heavenly Sect, Lu Changsheng," he replied.
Hearing the name "Lu Changsheng," Zhao Wulong shuddered, his eyes widening in an instant.
Lu Changsheng!
Martial Venerable Lu Changsheng!
The Lu Changsheng who had slain a Martial Saint while still in the Divine Ability realm!
That name was far too renowned—resounding like thunder! Even though Zhao Wulong had remained confined to the Martial Saint Mansion, he had heard of Lu Changsheng. The man was practically a legend!
"You are Venerable Lu, the one who slew a Martial Saint while in the Divine Ability realm?"
Lu Changsheng nodded.
Zhao Wulong grew incomparably agitated. Although Lu Changsheng was a Divine Ability martial artist, he had slain a Martial Saint in direct combat. He could undoubtedly be treated as a Martial Saint in his own right!
"What, can I not take this task?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"You can! Venerable Lu can certainly take it!" Zhao Wulong answered without the slightest hesitation.
This was his only chance. If he missed Lu Changsheng, who else would ever avenge him?
Even so, Zhao Wulong cautioned, "Venerable Lu, though I know your strength is formidable and that you can slay a Martial Saint head-on, the Joyous Sect Patriarch is considered fairly strong even among Martial Saints—stronger than the Black Light Martial Saint you defeated! Therefore, Venerable Lu must tread carefully. Furthermore, Fang Yi has eyes within the Martial Saint Mansion. Once you accept this task, any attempt at a surprise attack will likely be futile..."
Zhao Wulong was sincere. He genuinely wished for Lu Changsheng to succeed.
"I need to see the Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill first," Lu Changsheng said.
"Of course."
Zhao Wulong produced a Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill. Lu Changsheng inspected it and nodded; it was indeed a genuine Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill. In that case, he had nothing left to hesitate over.
"Very well. Once I have slain the Joyous Sect Patriarch, I will return."
With that, Lu Changsheng turned and walked away.
Just after Lu Changsheng departed, several figures in the Trading Hall exchanged glances.
"Quick, return and notify the Patriarch! Lu Changsheng took the task—warn the Patriarch to be cautious!"
These people were Fang Yi's informants. Seeing Lu Changsheng leave, they immediately slipped away to relay the message back to the Joyous Sect.
Although the exchange between Lu Changsheng and Zhao Wulong had not been loud, how could it escape the ears of the other martial artists in the Trading Hall? Moreover, the departure of the Joyous Sect's informants to send word only reinforced its authenticity. The onlookers could not help but break into discussion.
"Venerable Lu actually took Zhao Wulong's task? To slay the Joyous Sect Patriarch, Fang Yi? That's a Martial Saint!"
"Venerable Lu managed to slay the Black Light Martial Saint, so he's likely at the peak of his confidence. But the Joyous Sect Patriarch is no ordinary Martial Saint. Slaying Fang Yi while still in the Divine Ability realm will be far too difficult."
"Indeed. Martial Saint Fang's strength is formidable even among Martial Saints. What's more, there is the entire Joyous Sect behind him. If so many Divine Ability martial artists swarm at once, it forms a massive force. For Venerable Lu to accept Zhao Wulong's task right now is truly unwise."
"Zhao Wulong has waited in the outer mansion for over a decade—why did no one take the task? A Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill is precious, something sought but seldom found, and even Martial Saints might not possess one. Yet which Martial Saint ever took the task?"
"Let's keep a close watch on the news. Venerable Lu might have kicked an iron plate this time..."
Many shook their heads, believing Lu Changsheng was overly confident. Slaying one Martial Saint as a Divine Ability martial artist had already been a stroke of sheer fortune. To target Martial Saint Fang Yi now? He had truly grown arrogant!
However, Lu Changsheng did not hear the chatter of the outer mansion's martial artists, nor would he have cared even if he had. Having already departed the Martial Saint Mansion, he flew straight toward the Joyous Sect.
The Joyous Sect was situated in Joyous City. Originally, the city had borne a different name, but once Fang Yi established the Joyous Sect there, the name had naturally changed. The entirety of Joyous City revolved around the Joyous Sect; within its walls, the sect was the undisputed hegemon.
"Patriarch, the report is confirmed. Lu Changsheng indeed accepted Zhao Wulong's task and is currently heading toward our Joyous Sect."
Inside the Joyous Sect, a middle-aged man was delivering a report to Fang Yi.
Martial Saint Fang Yi, the Joyous Sect Patriarch, was currently lounging with his arms wrapped around two youthful beauties.
Fang Yi remarked coldly, "Lu Changsheng... I have heard of him. A peerless genius who slew a Martial Saint while in the Divine Ability realm. Tsk, formidable indeed. But if he takes me for the Black Light Martial Saint, he is mistaken—gravely mistaken! Had the Black Light Martial Saint crossed my path, death would have been his only fate as well.
"Besides, though you haven't been to Tianguang City, haven't your reliable channels investigated thoroughly? The battle between Lu Changsheng and the Black Light Martial Saint was a close match; Lu Changsheng merely wore him down through bizarre divine abilities. But against me, humph, Lu Changsheng won't find it so easy. The only concern is whether we can keep him here. Have the mountain gate's preparations been completed? Once I wound Lu Changsheng, he must not be allowed to escape. Otherwise, if he goes into hiding for a few years, what peace will we ever have given his talent?
"Weeds must be pulled by their roots! Since we have decided to strike, Lu Changsheng must not leave the Joyous Sect alive!"
Fang Yi's gaze turned chillingly cold. Learning that Lu Changsheng was marching from the Martial Saint Mansion to the Joyous Sect, Fang Yi had not fled in panic. Instead, he had investigated Lu Changsheng's capabilities with cold calculation. He was now convinced that Lu Changsheng's strength was merely comparable to an ordinary Martial Saint at best.
He had full confidence in suppressing Lu Changsheng and even wounding him, but he was not entirely certain he could prevent him from fleeing. Over these days, he had been setting up measures specifically to trap him.
"Patriarch, our arrangements are complete. Once Lu Changsheng steps into the Joyous Sect, he will not escape!"
Fang Yi was well pleased and resumed indulging in pleasure with the two women.
A few days slipped by in a flash.
*Whoosh.*
A streak of light appeared in the skies above Joyous City. Looking down from above, Lu Changsheng surveyed the Joyous Sect below.
"An array?"
Lu Changsheng vaguely sensed that the Joyous Sect had laid out an array formation. He was not surprised, however. It had taken him ten days to fly from the Martial Saint Mansion to the Joyous Sect, whereas message talismans required only an instant. Fang Yi had informants in the mansion, so he had surely known of his approach long in advance. Some preparation was to be expected.
Still, preparing an array was fine by him; at least it meant Fang Yi had not fled.
Evidently, news of Lu Changsheng attaining the Martial Saint realm had not reached the Joyous Sect. That was fortunate! At the very least, he did not have to worry about Fang Yi running away. If Fang Yi had been scared off, Lu Changsheng would have had to hunt him across the land, which would have been a nuisance. And had he failed to locate him, his efforts would have been wasted.
Lu Changsheng extended his perception slightly, instantly locating Martial Saint Fang Yi within the Joyous Sect. At that moment, Fang Yi sat brazenly inside the grand hall.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, Fang Yi snapped his eyes open and looked upward.
*Whoosh.*
Fang Yi shot out of the hall and into the void in an instant. Step by step, he advanced until he confronted Lu Changsheng across a distance of several hundred zhang.
"Are you Venerable Lu?" Fang Yi asked indifferently.
"Joyous Sect Patriarch, Martial Saint Fang Yi," Lu Changsheng responded.
Fang Yi shook his head slightly. "Venerable Lu, do you truly believe all Martial Saints under heaven are like the Black Light Martial Saint just because you managed to slay him? Coming to my Joyous Sect today, I fear you will not be walking away!"
With those words, *boom!* A saint body manifested.
Fang Yi's saint body was forged upon the foundation of a greater divine ability, and its imposing presence far exceeded that of the Black Light Martial Saint. As his saint body unfolded, all of his aura bore down upon Lu Changsheng.
Yet how immense was the might of a saint body? The moment it manifested, all of Joyous City was stirred. Everyone looked up toward the void in sheer astonishment.
"That is... the Joyous Sect Patriarch's saint body?"
"Without a doubt, that is indeed the Patriarch's saint body! Why has Martial Saint Fang manifested his saint body?"
"The one confronting Martial Saint Fang appears to be a martial artist. Who is he?"
"To make Martial Saint Fang manifest his saint body, the opponent must also be a Martial Saint. A duel of Martial Saints has actually broken out over our Joyous City..."
Many were shaken to the core. A duel of Martial Saints! Such an event was something sought but rarely witnessed. To think they would behold one with their own eyes today.
In the void, Fang Yi was brimming with confidence. Manifesting his saint body was sheer suppression by raw momentum. Had Lu Changsheng merely been a Divine Ability martial artist, his three boundless divine abilities would likely have fallen short. One could tell as much simply by looking at Fang Yi's saint body.
However, Lu Changsheng was no longer in the Divine Ability realm. He was already a Martial Saint!
Lu Changsheng could not be bothered to waste further breath. He simply swung his arm.
*Boom!*
Lu Changsheng threw a punch.
With that plain, unadorned strike, a hundred-zhang-tall Chaos Saint Body manifested behind Lu Changsheng in an instant. Compared to Fang Yi's saint body of several tens of zhang, the hundred-zhang saint body held an overwhelming advantage.
"What?"
"That's... a saint body!"
"And a hundred-zhang saint body at that?!"
Fang Yi's heart violently seized. A saint body! A hundred-zhang saint body! Moreover, the terrifying pressure felt utterly suffocating. It made Fang Yi realize with absolute clarity that Lu Changsheng was no Divine Ability martial artist at all, but a Martial Saint—a true Martial Saint!
Lu Changsheng possessed three boundless divine abilities. Once he attained the Martial Saint realm, his saint body would inevitably be forged upon their foundation. How terrifying would that power be?
In that single instant, Fang Yi lost every shred of will to resist.
Flee! He had to flee immediately! Otherwise, death was an absolute certainty. There was not the slightest doubt.
Yet it was already too late for Fang Yi to flee.
Lu Changsheng's punch was delivered with the full force of the Chaos Saint Body, carrying within it the Five Elements Decomposition divine ability—amplified three hundred times over. How monstrous was such power?
As the strike landed, it was as though a colossal fist descended from the heavens, crashing ruthlessly against Fang Yi's saint body.
"No—!" Fang Yi roared in sheer terror.
Yet it was entirely futile. Under the impact of Lu Changsheng's fist, Fang Yi's massive saint body crumbled almost instantaneously, reducing to ash in a heartbeat. It was as though the enormous saint body had been wiped clean from existence.
*Chii.* With merely a soft hiss, everything vanished. The saint body was gone. Martial Saint Fang Yi was gone. Stillness returned to the void.
Yet all who witnessed the scene in the sky were petrified, their hearts churning with turbulent waves. Dead! Martial Saint Fang Yi had been directly erased.
That was Lu Changsheng's Five Elements Decomposition divine ability—a boundless divine ability! Yet under the amplification of his saint body, it had directly obliterated Fang Yi's saint body. It was simply... appalling.
Both were Martial Saints, yet the disparity in their combat strength was staggering beyond imagination.
"Fortunately, I recorded this battle," Lu Changsheng remarked in a calm, casual tone. "Otherwise, without a corpse, proving Fang Yi's death might have been troublesome."
In truth, that was simply reality. What did slaying a single Fang Yi amount to? Lu Changsheng was not surprised in the least. A mere Fang Yi—Lu Changsheng had foreseen the outcome long before arriving. His Chaos Saint Body had fused three saint bodies into one, granting a three-hundredfold amplification to his divine abilities. Among Human Saints, who could possibly rival him? That was Lu Changsheng's absolute confidence. Wiping out a Martial Saint with a single strike was all too simple.
"Martial Saint Fang Yi is dead?"
"Isn't that Lu Changsheng of the Holy Land Heavenly Sect? I remember now..."
"One strike! In just one strike, Martial Saint Fang Yi was slain by Venerable Lu?!"
"What Venerable Lu? That is Saint Lu! The Lu Changsheng whose fame shakes the Holy Land has already forged his saint body and advanced to Martial Saint! He hid it so deeply, likely to keep Fang Yi from catching wind of it and fleeing!"
Many recognized Lu Changsheng and naturally knew of his legendary deeds. If he could slay a Martial Saint while in the Divine Ability realm, was it any surprise that he could slay Fang Yi after becoming a Martial Saint himself? Not in the slightest!
Lu Changsheng glanced down at the Joyous Sect below. Countless disciples were trembling in terror. They had prepared an array formation, but that array had been meant to trap an injured Lu Changsheng and prevent him from fleeing. Yet now, even their Patriarch had been slain by a single punch. Trap Lu Changsheng? Utterly impossible! If anything, they could only pray that his wrath would not fall upon the entire Joyous Sect, for if it did, the sprawling sect would be annihilated.
However, Lu Changsheng merely gave the Joyous Sect a passing glance. He held no interest in wiping them out; this had merely been a transaction with Zhao Wulong. Now that the task was complete, it was time to leave. As for the Joyous Sect, without a Martial Saint overseeing it, it would likely fall apart before long. But that had nothing to do with him.
*Whoosh.*
Transforming into a streak of light, Lu Changsheng flew back toward the Martial Saint Mansion.
Ten days later, Lu Changsheng returned to the mansion. Even for a Martial Saint, traveling from the Martial Saint Mansion to the Joyous Sect took ten days; a round trip amounted to twenty. This alone demonstrated the sheer expanse of the Holy Land—perhaps not boundless, but vast beyond measure.
When Lu Changsheng stepped into the Trading Hall, he drew nearly every gaze in the room.
"He's back! Saint Lu is back!"
"News arrived a few days ago: the Joyous Sect Patriarch, Martial Saint Fang Yi, was destroyed by Saint Lu in a single strike, dead before he could even withstand a move! Saint Lu's strength is terrifying beyond belief!"
"That is Saint Lu, after all—how could he be ordinary? A saint body forged upon the foundation of boundless divine abilities... how frightening is that? Let alone Fang Yi, even other top Martial Saints would surely be no match for Saint Lu!"
"I fear Saint Lu has already reached the pinnacle of the Human Saint realm!"
"This is the benefit of a solid foundation..."
Many looked upon Lu Changsheng with reverence and awe. It had taken him ten days to return from the Joyous Sect to the Martial Saint Mansion, but the moment he had slain Martial Saint Fang Yi, message talismans had carried the news across the Holy Land in an instant. Many martial artists in the Martial Saint Mansion had naturally received word. Once the news spread, the entire mansion had erupted into an uproar, finding it difficult to believe.
Was Lu Changsheng not a Martial Venerable? How had he suddenly become a Martial Saint?
Naturally, discerning individuals guessed the truth: Lu Changsheng had likely concealed the news intentionally, having advanced to Martial Saint long before. Sure enough, when inquiries were made around Tiansheng City and Tianguang City, confirmed reports were uncovered. Lu Changsheng had indeed advanced to Martial Saint; many had even witnessed him forging his saint body in Tianguang City. Furthermore, word had leaked from the inner mansion that the artifact spirit had refused him entry, providing further proof of his status as a Martial Saint.
Of course, as these reports gradually spread, they were of no use to Fang Yi. Fang Yi was already dead.
As Lu Changsheng stepped into the Trading Hall, he immediately became the focus of every gaze. Yet he paid it little mind; he was long accustomed to drawing attention wherever he went.
Lu Changsheng walked straight up to Zhao Wulong. Tossing an image stone to him, he said calmly, "I struck a bit too hard and couldn't preserve Fang Yi's corpse. But this image stone should be sufficient proof that I slew him, correct?"
Lu Changsheng's words sent a tremor of fierce excitement through Zhao Wulong.
"Sufficient! Of course it is! Thank you, Saint Lu... thank you so deeply for avenging me..."
Zhao Wulong nearly wept with joy. In truth, he had already received the news days earlier, but seeing the image stone with his own eyes finally set his heart completely at ease. Fang Yi was truly dead! Watching the recorded scene where Lu Changsheng obliterated Fang Yi into ash with a single strike, leaving neither corpse nor bone, Zhao Wulong felt immensely exhilarated. With his great vengeance fulfilled, a colossal boulder seemed to lift from his chest.
"Saint Lu, here is the Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill you requested. In truth, there are two Heavenly Rain Fortune Pills in total. Now that my vengeance is achieved, I offer them both to Saint Lu!"
Zhao Wulong handed a porcelain bottle directly to Lu Changsheng.
"Two Heavenly Rain Fortune Pills?"
Lu Changsheng peered inside; indeed, there were two. It seemed Zhao Wulong had kept an ace up his sleeve, previously disclosing the existence of only one while reserving the second just in case. Now that Fang Yi was dead, keeping the pills was useless to Zhao Wulong and would only paint a target on his back. Thus, he chose to hand both over to Lu Changsheng, sparing himself the covetous eyes of others.
Lu Changsheng was very pleased, finding Zhao Wulong all the more agreeable. The Heavenly Rain Fortune Pill was an exceedingly rare treasure, sought but seldom found. One could be given to Li Zhenggang, while the remaining pill could be kept for himself against future needs.
"Zhao Wulong, do you have anywhere to go?" Lu Changsheng asked.
"Somewhere to go? Where could I possibly go now?" Zhao Wulong shook his head, looking somewhat lost. Though his blood feud was avenged, he had no idea where to turn.
"If you have no destination, you may head to Tiansheng City and join the Holy Land Heavenly Sect."
Lu Changsheng's words made Zhao Wulong's eyes light up. This was tantamount to taking him under protection.
"Thank you, Saint Lu..." Zhao Wulong expressed his gratitude repeatedly. With this statement from Lu Changsheng, he would remain safe even after departing the Martial Saint Mansion.
"Go on, then." Lu Changsheng waved a hand.
However, after Zhao Wulong took his leave, Lu Changsheng did not depart immediately.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang Shu..."
Lu Changsheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he caught sight of a familiar figure.
Chapter 236