Chapter 429

Chapter 429: See Founding Emperor Yan Again (1)

In the morning, the soft morning light shone, and dew drops hung on the grass.

Wu Mingkong walked through the grass, getting her pants wet with dew drops.

She didn’t mind at all, casually tying up her hair into a neat ponytail for easy movement, revealing a clean and white nape.

With a burst of true strength, she stepped on the grass blades, leaping into the air in two or three steps.

The dew on the grass blades trembled slightly, splashing onto the ground as she stepped.

"You’re up early and quite dedicated."

Long Shankong watched from afar, muttering under his breath:

"Making progress from yesterday, using the grass blades for leverage. In the past, she might have been called ‘Flying Grass’ in the martial arts world."

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but smile.

"Wu Mingkong, stop practicing for now and come down," he waved his hand.

"How can you improve in martial arts without hard work? The early bird catches the worm."

Wu Mingkong was full of energy and didn’t come down.

A rare talent like her, if she practices martial arts seriously, she can make progress almost every day, naturally full of energy.

"I want to practice, I will keep practicing until I become a master of lightness skill. I will defeat you all someday."

Knowing her exceptional talent, she couldn’t accept being inferior to the Qiao family members in terms of talent and perception.

Even if the comparison is with the renowned Qiao family members, she doesn’t want to lose.

"No, you come down first," Long Shankong couldn’t help but smile slightly when he heard this.

"The lord has perfected the "Dragon Transforming Step" and is now teaching a new version of it at the manor."

"What you’re practicing now is actually outdated. Practicing too much can harm your foot meridians," said Long Shankong, smiling.

"Oh?"

Wu Mingkong was immediately surprised.

Yesterday everyone was practicing the Dragon Transforming Step enthusiastically, and today you’re telling me there’s a new version?

"Really? I don’t believe it."

Wu Mingkong took a few steps, not even touching the ground, stepping into the air, heading straight towards the manor.

From afar, she saw Qiao Xin giving a public demonstration on the training field, explaining the essence of the updated version of the Dragon Transforming Step.

With great enthusiasm, he even demonstrated it on the spot, stepping into the air and ascending gracefully, as if moving effortlessly in mid-air, giving a sense of leisurely strolling in the park.

At first, Wu Mingkong didn’t believe it, but as she listened carefully, she started feeling uneasy.

It had only been a few days since Long Shankong announced the "Dragon Transforming Step", but she felt like this talented lord had been secretly practicing for decades…

"Wu Mingkong, how are you feeling now, how are you feeling?" Xue Changhe spoke up beside her at this point.

"On the day you arrived at the manor, I said the lord is knowledgeable and has a profound foundation in martial arts. He’s not someone that a martial arts genius can easily challenge."

Wu Mingkong did not respond.

She stood below the stage looking bewildered, feeling out of place.

"I can’t accept this, I won’t fall behind next time…"

On the martial arts stage, Qiao Mu glanced sideways at Wu Mingkong and couldn’t help but slightly smirk.

Wu Mingkong, a character with exceptional talent and self-awareness, and being Martial Saint’s personal disciple, had the highest background and insight.

Her talents and intelligence were enough to make Xue Changhe, a genius only seen once in the Xue family for over a thousand years, pale in comparison.

It’s hard for such a person to not be young and reckless.

Although she had no ill intentions, Qiao Mu, who was exceptionally talented, couldn’t help but tease her sometimes.

……….

Zhong Province.

The sky was high, and the grass was lush.

A group of merchants were driving horse-drawn carriages on the official road, when suddenly the coachman looked up and saw a faint figure swiftly passing through the sky.

Leaving behind a faint white cloud spreading like ripples in the air, extending towards the horizon.

"Is it a celestial being flying by on a cloud from this direction?"

The coachman rubbed his eyes, but the faint clouds had already disappeared.

The one flying through the air was Qiao Mu, who was hurrying along with his flesh clone Wu Qizheng.

Leaving a new flesh clone at the manor and having flesh clone Qiao Xin teach the new Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps Dragon Transforming Step.

And the original body had already set off with Wu Qizheng on the road to Western Province.

"There are two ways to get to Western Province," Wu Qizheng said.

"Southwest Province is full of mountains and not easy to travel through, unless you follow the Sky Piercing River upstream."

"Heading west through Zhong Province is actually the main route most people take."

"Going through Zhong Province is also good. Zhong Province is where the Imperial Capital is located, with a dense population and always more prosperous."

Although Qiao Mu’s Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps lightness skill was already perfected, the Heavenly Dragon Eight Steps was more of a series of leaps in the air, a swift changing in direction and acceleration in combat.

With Dragon Transforming Step, using True strength to transform clouds, one can move swiftly and is suitable for traveling quickly.

Qiao Mu, who is nearly five thousand years old now, has profound skills and unparalleled lightness skills.

Traveling with Dragon Transforming Step, even carrying Wu Qizheng, the speed is incredibly fast. Even the merchants riding horses on the road can only see a blur pass by.

"With my current lightness skills, traveling to Western Province at full speed may only take a few days."

As they were talking, they suddenly looked up at the sky together.

Despite it being daytime, lightning flashed in the sky, accompanied by deafening thunder.

Looking into the distance, they could vaguely see two rainbows weaving through the sky, with thunder and fire raging in the air.

Boom.

A bolt of lightning struck right in the middle of the road.

Bright light exploded, revealing a charred crack on the ground and setting fire to the grass on both sides.

"Phew…" The carriage driver behind quickly grabbed the horse’s reins. The horse, startled at this moment, almost lost its footing and overturned the carriage.

"Inhuman? Have we encountered another Inhuman Disaster?" Qiao Mu looked up.

Wu Qizheng, with a calm expression, spoke up:

"In fact, these Inhuman Disasters caused by inhuman beings have existed since ancient times."

"Even before the emergence of the Nine Heavenly Immortal Gates into the world forty years ago, they existed."

"Before the appearance of the Incense Symbol of Divine Fire, the cultivation world and the mortal realm were almost like two separate worlds. Cultivators looked down on the material possessions of ordinary people…"

As he spoke, the thunder continued to rumble, and lightning burst in the sky, making the fight between two cultivators even more intense.

"However, the difference between immortals and mortals is like night and day. For ordinary people, a cultivator with the power to control the wind and rain is just too dangerous," Wu Qizheng said.

"Even unintentionally, a battle between cultivators resulted in a disastrous impact on the ground that was impossible to resist, with countless casualties."

Wu Qizheng looked around.

The two cultivators in the sky were not just starting to fight, but had been fighting all the way.

Looking closely, one could see many blackened marks on the road ahead, even the residential buildings along the road were affected, some were directly hit by lightning and collapsed instantly.

Just as they were discussing this,

A broken giant cauldron fell from the sky like a small mountain, slanting down towards the group of merchants on the official road.

"Senior Qiao?" Wu Qizheng looked at Qiao Mu.

"It seems to be two powerful cultivators with golden cores…"

He was just a weak flesh clone and couldn’t intervene.

To his surprise, Qiao Mu remained indifferent, just watching without any reaction.

"Don’t rush," said Qiao Mu leisurely, looking at an inn by the road.

There were quite a few guests at this inn by the road, even the tables outside were full. A young man with deep eyes was drinking alone by the roadside.

At this moment, the young man drinking suddenly stood up, looked over, and raised his head expressionlessly.

Just with this simple movement, his demeanor changed suddenly. Although there was no anger on his face, there was a powerful aura.

Although he looked young, his deep eyes made him seem not quite like a young person.

He drew a sword from his waist.

A sword emanating a heavy light like a mountain, known as the Human Emperor Sword.

The dark yellow True strength cut through the air for hundreds of meters, splitting the falling dilapidated giant tripod into two, before crashing down next to him with a loud noise.

The young man looked expressionless at the giant cauldron beside him, and said coldly;

"He attacked with weapons in broad daylight, causing harm to others, resulting in the deaths and injuries of dozens of people."

"According to the laws of Great Yan, he shall be executed!"

His eyes seemed to shine brightly, and his voice sounded like thunder, as if it couldn’t possibly come from a human.

A powerful force spread out along with the roaring sound waves, creating visible ripples in the air.

Qiao Mu was standing relatively close, and as the powerful sound waves hit his ears, his head was ringing, his whole body felt the impact, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Wu Qizheng, the flesh clone beside him, was even more affected. He looked visibly dazed, feeling dizzy and almost falling over.