Human Martial Saint: Starting with Bajiquan

Chapter 111 Taoist Arts

Hearing Aries make this rude request.

Liu Sheng really didn't understand.

This Great Fan Dynasty is ruled by the demon race. To be more specific, this world belongs to two demon races: the Lun Clan and the Shang Clan.

This young master of the Lun clan, what can't he get? Does he have to fight for even the last bit of glory of the human race?

Why is he doing this?

Completely bewildered, Liu Sheng then heard General Wang Jingyi's angry rebuke beside him.

"The military examinations were a system established by the imperial court to select talent for the border troops, and the rules were very strict! The title of military graduate was earned by the candidates through several rounds of fair competition based on their own martial arts skills. Moreover, the imperial court personally conferred official titles, representing the face and legitimacy of the Great Tibetan Empire!"

General Wang's face turned ashen, and he abruptly stood up:

"This silver token is not a commodity that you, young master, can buy and sell at will, or seize by force?"

His voice was loud and clear, righteous and stern, echoing in the silent training ground, calming the hearts of many terrified human people.

However, the adjutant on the carriage shaft, Lun Sakya, merely scoffed at what he heard.

His sharp, sheep-like eyes stared at Wang Jingyi, his voice icy: "You mere human, do you even dare to talk about imperial laws in front of us? This world is one that values ​​lineage and clan. Young master, you've taken a liking to the title of martial arts examiner; that's your good fortune. Don't push your luck!"

His words were utterly blatant contempt.

There was no attempt to cover it up.

Seeing that two officials of higher rank were clashing on his own territory, Magistrate Lun Ren broke out in a sweat and quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

He first looked at the four people on the stage, then gave Kang County Magistrate a wink.

Seeing this, County Magistrate Kang understood that the magistrate wanted him to pick an unlucky person, hand over the silver token, and get the job done.

Needless to say, County Magistrate Kang's gaze quickly settled on Yin Wuji, whose face was pale.

Born into the Kang family, he was already at odds with the Yin family. Now was the perfect opportunity to use this situation to both curry favor with this young master of the Luan clan and strike at the Yin family.

County Magistrate Kang stepped forward and shouted at the platform:

"Yin Wuji, since the young master has taken a liking to your status as a martial arts candidate, why don't you quickly hand over the silver token? The young master is merciful, granting you a hundred taels of gold in exchange, which is already more than enough of a favor. Don't be ungrateful!"

Admittedly, one hundred taels of gold is a huge sum of money for an ordinary martial artist.

But for someone like Yin Wuji, who comes from a prestigious family and has now earned his honor and future as a martial arts graduate through his own true abilities.

A mere hundred taels of gold was more than just an insult to him!

The middle-aged noblewoman from the Yin family who had come with them had a fluctuating expression. She naturally recognized the clan crest on the carriage and knew that the person inside was a true member of the powerful and influential Lun clan, far superior to a son-in-law like the county magistrate.

Seeing that even General Wang was unable to resist, she weighed the pros and cons and decided to try to persuade her nephew:

"If there's no illness, perhaps..."

"Aunt, there's no need for further explanation!"

Yin Wuji interrupted her, slowly raising the silver token in his hand and looking down at the audience—

There, the Eagle Claw Sect disciples were carrying the heavily injured Li Ying, preparing to leave. Yin Wuji recalled Li Ying's resolute attack and unwilling roar on the arena, which were still vivid in his mind.

This is who I am now.

I think I can understand Li Ying a little now.

"This silver token... I earned it with every punch and kick on the stage. The person I just fought was named Li Ying. He was a poor boy who, for the slightest possibility, broke his arm and leg and fought to the death."

Yin Wuji's voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear the weight in his words:

"If I were to accept this mere hundred taels of silver based on your words, and hand over the silver token to someone else... how could I face the opponent who just risked his life for me?"

The candidates, who had been somewhat dejected, perked up after hearing Yin Wuji's bold words.

Exactly! If martial arts qualifications can be bought with money, then all those years of martial arts training, without interruption through the cold and heat, and their arduous practice, would all become a joke.

Now that they were officials, they had nothing to fear, so one after another they spoke out in support of Yin Wuji.

Even Kang Yizhi, unusually, opened his eyes and glared angrily in the direction of the carriage.

Seeing the crowd's reaction, Yin Wuji's heart skipped a beat. He stared directly at the magnificent carriage, his pale face flushed with an unnatural redness from the surge of adrenaline, and his voice suddenly rose:

"So, you're the Aries Prince? You want this Martial Arts Examination Silver Token? Fine! The arena is right above us. Let's have a fair duel. If you defeat me, the silver token is yours, but I won't accept a single tael of gold!"

He flipped his wrist, firmly grasping the silver token in his palm, and pointed his other hand at the carriage:

"If you dare not... then please return to where you came from! Do not tarnish the word 'martial artist' once again!"

"presumptuous!"

Lun Sakya shouted sternly, his hand already on the hilt of his sword, as if he were about to cut off Yin Wuji's index finger that was pointing at the carriage.

Unexpectedly, a soft laugh came from inside the carriage. The laugh was initially languid, then turned to excitement, and finally seemed to have a hint of amusement.

"Hahahaha... You, a mere eighth-rank official, dare to challenge me? Should I say you're amusing, or do you have guts? Well, it seems too many years of peace have made you humans forget why you are lowly commoners!"

When he mentioned the term "lowly people," he emphasized it even more, causing all the martial artists on and off the stage to glare angrily at the direction of the carriage.

When Liu Sheng heard Lun Baiyang mocking Yin Wuji for being only an eighth-rank official, he frowned.

"Could it be that this纨绔公子 (wán kù gōng zǐ, a spoiled young master) is actually stronger than just an eighth-rank cultivator?"

He looked up and saw that the carriage door and curtain had not moved, but a semi-transparent young sheep demon figure floated out from the air!

This Aries spirit, without close inspection, is completely like a real person or a demon. It wears a moon-white brocade robe and a lapis lazuli crown. It is about twenty years old, with a handsome face and a pair of sheep eyes that contain starlight-like light gold.

However, his gaze was too lazy and casual, and when he looked at everyone, it was a completely condescending scrutiny.

"Damn it, it's a Taoist technique! It can actually allow the soul to leave the body for a hundred days, that's the level of a sixth-grade Day Traveler! Yin Wuji... is in danger."

General Wang Jingyi, being well-informed, immediately recognized that this was a Daoist technique that only demons could cultivate, and also recognized that this was a sixth-rank skill. He secretly thought to himself that something was wrong.

Taoist arts are easy to learn but difficult to master. Under the rule of the Great Fan, only noble demons can practice them. Those who reach the ninth to eighth rank have almost no practical combat ability.

A seventh-rank Night Wanderer can kill without leaving a trace at night, but the纨绔公子 (playboy) in front of us is actually a sixth-rank Day Wanderer!

Liu Sheng, standing to the side, was even more puzzled upon hearing General Wang's exclamation.

He's already at the sixth rank?!

With such strength and status, why would he come to this remote town to snatch a martial arts competition that is almost exclusively for humans? What is he after?

As he pondered this, Liu Sheng suddenly realized...

cold.

It’s so cold!

Since he entered the realm of medicine, he has rarely felt cold. Especially now, the cold is not the external cold felt on the surface of his skin, but a chill that penetrates deep into his bones.

Needless to say.

This is caused by the Taoist arts of Aries!