The Great Martial Saint!

Chapter 994 The Treasure Sand Technique, the Prince's Wish

As a master cultivator, Baosha Sanren possesses numerous techniques, but most of them are merely methods for easily defeating weaker opponents, lacking significant power and originality.

Like the previous endless yellow sandstorms, which swarmed like locusts and blocked out the sun, just looking at them was enough to make one's heart pound, let alone experiencing them.

In reality, such methods are only impressive in appearance, but their actual power is average, and they are of little use against cultivators of the same realm.

When facing a strong opponent, they are utterly vulnerable.

They just call it flashy and ordinary.

No wonder it's a well-known place for major floor repairs.

It seems that the origin of this title is not without reason. Once you've dealt with them, you'll understand why.

It looks impressive, but it's actually just so-so.

However, Baosha Sanren's methods are particularly effective against lower-level cultivators and ordinary celestial beings.

The sheer scale of the attack was enough to terrify anyone and render them incapable of resistance.

Baosha Sanren's methods can be described as superb skills for crushing weak opponents, but in terms of combat strength, he is nothing special in front of cultivators of the same realm.

However, Chen Ping'an was still quite curious about that Treasure Sand Technique.

After all, for the Crimson Sky Alliance Leader to specifically invite someone to use it as a reference technique for studying the acquired physique, it must have something unique about it, and it couldn't have been done so casually before.

This is the reason why Chen Ping'an asked the question.

"Fellow Daoist is joking. My little tricks are nothing but fireflies in front of you, not worth mentioning."

Baosha Sanren adopted an extremely humble posture, his face showing both fear and a fawning smile.

Their entire demeanor was completely different from before.

While it's true that one has to bow one's head when under someone's roof, it's still quite rare to see a major renovation of a statue like this.

As the saying goes, those who can frighten others with the threat of death will also feel fear when they face death themselves.

But these are all ordinary people. Those who can become celestial beings are mostly of extraordinary character. Even those who are afraid of death are still driven by the Dao.

If this is true for celestial beings, then it is even more true for those who achieve great spiritual cultivation.

Baosha Sanren, a nobody, forged his own path of cultivation from a small tribe in the Western Wilderness. Logically speaking, he should be a ruthless person who is decisive in killing.

He shouldn't be someone who's afraid of death.

If he had been afraid of death, he might not have achieved such great heights today.

Even the weakest major repair, or even the most minor floor repair, is still a Celestial-level major repair. Their status, position, and martial prowess are incomparable to ordinary Celestial-level cultivators.

Within a given territory, one can be called the ruler.

To be honest, it's quite rare to see a ruler like this. In fact, it might shatter the illusions many people have of him.

In my understanding, even the most profound cultivation of the celestial beings is nothing more than this.

Chen Ping'an didn't know much about Baosha Sanren and couldn't discern his true nature, so he wasn't careless at this moment.

"I don't want to ask a second time."

The hand gripping Baosha Sanren's neck tightened slightly, causing a feeling of suffocation.

Although the Great Cultivator of Heaven and Man had prevented this from happening to some extent, even Bao Sha Sanren felt extremely painful due to the shock to his soul.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! The Treasure Sand Technique!"

Baosha Sanren was breathing heavily and speaking haltingly.

"There are many limitations; minor repairs are needed if you wish to use it."

However, before he could finish speaking, Chen Ping'an suddenly realized something was wrong and felt a strange fluctuation forming in Bao Sha Sanren's mind.

Like a dazzling light, it absorbs the essence of the sand and yellow earth, constantly condensing and vibrating, layer upon layer, reflecting strange fluctuations.

"Humph!"

Chen Ping'an let out a cold snort, the thunderous sound like torture, shaking his soul.

Baosha Sanren's face turned pale instantly, and the strange fluctuations in his spiritual platform paused for a moment before dissipating completely under the precise strike that shook his soul like a thunderbolt.

"court death!"

Chen Ping'an's blood and qi surged violently, and he unleashed tremendous force. Bao Sha Sanren's neck and body, which had been nourished by heaven and earth, bent almost like bamboo strips at this moment, appearing precarious under that immense force.

They actually dared to try to be clever in front of him.

"Fellow Daoist! Let's talk this out."

Baosha Sanren's face turned deathly pale, devoid of any color, and he bowed his head, begging for mercy.

Beneath that panicked expression lay a surging tide, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing. His heart trembled, and his eyes, as he looked at Chen Ping'an, were filled with utter astonishment.

He concealed his inner energy well within his mind, yet the other party was able to detect such a subtle fluctuation.

The opponent's senses are incredibly sharp!

What profound cultural heritage this is!

Baosha Sanren was filled with anxiety and unease. At this moment, he truly let go of all his calculations.

He originally intended to use the Treasure Sand Technique as a trump card to break free from his predicament. However, before the Treasure Sand Technique could truly take shape, it was detected by his opponent and died in its infancy.

Such capabilities are difficult to achieve even by the most experienced and seasoned overhaulers.

The person in front of me can do this so easily; that speaks volumes about his combat strength.

Baosha Sanren dared not think too deeply about it; at this moment, he truly abandoned any thoughts of fighting to the death or rebelling.

Unlike most cultivators of the same realm, he had witnessed deceit and scheming since childhood and had long since learned how to protect himself.

In that tribe that didn't value human life, he had long since learned what he truly needed.

In the face of life and death, everything else can be taken for granted.

And that's how he, step by step, lived out his potential within that rigidly hierarchical order.

Only those who recognize reality will not be pretentious, creating unrealistic castles in the air and indulging in self-delusion.

Under the onslaught of divine souls and terrifying blood energy, Baosha Sanren's will, like a candle flame in a lamp, fluttered in the wind, threatening to be extinguished at any moment.

"Fellow Daoist, spare my life! I am willing to serve you like a dog or a horse, and do whatever it takes to serve you."

He cried out desperately, searching for a chance to survive.

"Please, fellow Daoist, show mercy! Spare my life."

Baosha Sanren begged for mercy without any regard for his image, just like a tribal servant begging for his life.

"If you don't believe me, fellow Daoist, I can swear an oath with my Dao heart to become your vassal and servant!"

Baosha Sanren's mottled head looked utterly ridiculous at this moment.

But despite this ridiculous action, Chen Ping'an actually pulled back the arm he was gripping.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist. I will now swear an oath. I, Baosha, am willing to..." Baosha Sanren showed a sense of relief at surviving a calamity. However, before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him raised his hand and pointed at his brow.

Then, his soul trembled, and he fainted.

Looking at the silent, unconscious Baosha Sanren in front of him, Chen Ping'an never expected the whole thing to end so hastily.

The great battle he had been longing for, a clash between equals, a thrilling and exhilarating battle, ended in a disappointing conclusion.

Although the commotion caused by this Baosha Hermit was significant, it was utterly ineffective. The anticipated Baosha technique was never even experienced before it fell into his hands. Chen Ping'an suspected that the strange fluctuations within his spiritual platform earlier were likely a prelude to the Baosha technique being unleashed.

While outwardly yielding, they secretly plot and scheme.

Fortunately, his senses were exceptionally sharp, and at close range, he could see through the other party's every move.

This is also why he did not slack off.

To be honest, he got a bit cocky after the major overhaul.

Countless villains have died from talking too much. With so many precedents to follow, he still asked a few more questions.

If the opponent's methods were any more sophisticated, and if their subtle fluctuations were any more concealed, then perhaps...

The consequences are hard to predict.

Chen Ping'an shook his head, looked at the unconscious Baosha Sanren in front of him, and added an extra restriction to seal the other party's soul and senses.

These restrictive techniques are derived from the Blood Restriction of Ten Thousand Demons, combined with the Seven Absolute Restrictive Techniques, and studied in conjunction with them. My previous enlightenment concerned this aspect.

It is an extension of the essence of the Seven Forbidden Techniques, and it is also the essence that truly elevates this technique to the category of genuine martial arts manuals.

"I should be more cautious," Chen Ping'an thought to himself.

It was a battle that had been eagerly anticipated, but in the end, it ended up being disappointing and falling short of expectations, hence this situation.

But no matter the reason, such a basic mistake must not be repeated. If you really need to question them, cripple them first.

Chen Ping'an didn't kill Bao Sha Sanren.

Keep him; he's still useful.

After carrying Baosha Sanren like a dead dog in his hand, Chen Ping'an's gaze fell on the Prince of Bicang not far away.

At this moment, Prince Bi Cang had briefly regained his senses. Although his aura was extremely weak, as if he would collapse at the slightest touch, the ashen deathly aura in his expression seemed to have faded somewhat.

It's unclear whether the elixir worked or it was a final burst of energy before death.

When Chen Ping'an looked at him, the Prince of Bi Cang appeared weak, but his eyes were filled with deep shock.

When Zhibaosha was defeated and begged for mercy, he had already regained his senses and could be said to have witnessed the entire final outcome.

But it was precisely because of this that he was so deeply moved.

The magnificent and powerful divine soul, the booming and vibrating blood and qi, all spoke of the immense power of the person before them.

This is no ordinary major overhaul!

It is a terrifying combat force capable of suppressing the vast majority of veteran overhaulers.

Major body tempering, exquisite treasures, killing techniques, and high-level secret arts.

And this might

It's far from the other side's limit.

If he hadn't known the other person beforehand and hadn't seen him in person, he probably would have mistaken the person in front of him for an old monster who had come from nowhere.

"Netherworld Mountains, Body Tempering Major Overhaul"

At this moment, Prince Chen of Bicang had a sudden realization.

The body-forging master who was previously spotted in the Black Nether Mountains is probably none other than the ruthless swordsman Chen Ping'an.

In this way, everything makes sense.

A hint of regret appeared on the face of Prince Bi Cang.

If only I had known this would happen, I would have...

“Fellow Daoist, your talent is extraordinary, a talent that will amaze the world. I was blind and misjudged you.” Prince Bi Cang’s expression was pale, filled with regret.

Chen Ping'an ignored the Prince of Bicang's self-reflection and self-examination. He remained calm, looked at the Prince of Bicang, and asked a question softly.

"Did the Prince have any unfulfilled wishes before his death?"

Given the current condition of Prince Bicang, even if there were some miraculous healing medicine, it would likely be powerless to reverse his fate. Even with continued use of secret medicine, it would only last a few days.

"Last wish?"

Prince Bi Cang smiled bitterly, realizing the deeper meaning in Chen Ping'an's words.

He had no relation to the other person, nor any connection or affection between them. They had only met once before, and there was no obligation for the other person to fulfill his dying wish.

But now that the other party has asked about this matter, it's probably not as simple as just listening to their last wishes.

"I, this king, have traversed a thousand years, cultivating since childhood, and was a prodigy among the Qilin. I began cultivating at three, mastered inner energy at five, and reached the Profound Light realm at ten. At twenty, I became a Grandmaster, and in less than a hundred years, I ascended to the Celestial Realm. At that time, everyone in the royal palace believed that I had the potential to reach the Four Realms, return to the source and reclaim the glory of my ancestors. But..."

Prince Bicang gave a bitter smile: "Who can say for sure what will happen in this world? A child prodigy may not necessarily be a great adult. The likes of Zhong Yong have been around since ancient times!"

"Fellow Daoist Chen asked about my last wish. My last wish is that Qingyu may succeed me to the throne, take charge of the Prince's Mansion, establish a prosperous foundation, and recreate the glory of our ancestors!"

Good guy!

Chen Ping'an's expression hardened.

Ji Qingyu successfully ascended the throne and became the new Prince of Bicang. He quelled the voices from all sides and successfully took control of the Prince's Mansion. Not only that, but he also wanted to create a prosperous era and recreate the glory of his ancestors!

They're treating him like a wish-granting machine, able to generate so many last wishes in one go.

Chen Ping'an's emotions shifted, but his expression remained calm as he spoke softly.

Whether the prince's wish can be fulfilled or not depends on how sincere the prince is.

Chen Ping'an didn't mention that Prince Bicang had too many last wishes, as he might not be able to help fulfill them. He only asked how much leverage Prince Bicang had.

Do as much as you have the resources.

Whether his last wishes were fulfilled or whether he had the ability to do so was not within his consideration.

This reflects his confidence in his own spiritual practice and his absolute trust in the future.

Prince Bi Cang clearly sensed that kind of spirit from Chen Ping'an's words.

Undisguised ambition and absolute confidence in oneself.

This is an indomitable and domineering spirit, an absolute confidence that if I take action, no one can stop me.

"I can entrust the Azure Spirit Heart Sutra to you, fellow Daoist, as well as all the things I have left behind. I only ask that you, fellow Daoist, act righteously today and cleanse the world."

This illustrious old man, whose life had been marked by countless events and whose life was nearing its end, made his most earnest request.

"Very well! If that's the case, then I will support the legitimate succession for the Prince and sweep away all obstacles in the world."

Chen Ping'an nodded slightly, receiving his reward from the Prince of Bicang.

Just how much wealth does a Grand Master cultivator who has been in charge of the Prince's Mansion for many years possess? Perhaps it is an extremely terrifying number.

However, Chen Ping'an did not have high expectations for the items on Prince Bicang's person.

By this point, everything on the other party's person had probably already been arranged.

What he truly longed for was simply to possess the Jade Spirit Heart Sutra.

However, he was quite interested in the opportunity that the Prince of Bicang later mentioned. He would like to see it if he had the chance in the future.

"A secret realm in the deep sea?"

Chen Ping'an's gaze was thoughtful, a hint of expectation hidden deep within.

The Prince of Bicang's body was already extremely decayed. Although he was in a state of dying embers, it was obviously impractical for him to travel hastily and make a lot of running around.

After making a simple arrangement, Chen Ping'an carried Baosha Sanren straight into the sky and headed towards the distant Bi Cang Palace, disappearing into the light.

At this moment, in the distance, the imperial palace reverberates and roars, the chaotic battle raging on, reaching a critical juncture. (End of Chapter)