163: Chapter 118: A Commoner’s Fury, As if Meeting an Old Friend (First Update!)_3 163: Chapter 118: A Commoner’s Fury, As if Meeting an Old Friend (First Update!)_3 In the past, the Old Martial Sect was numerous, all needing resources to empower themselves.
When the New Martial Sect came to power, they abolished various sects and confiscated many legacies.
This was only on the surface; their real purpose was to reduce the number of Old Martial members, to control those resources for themselves, in order to do business with the vast corporate enterprises of the Star Sea.
Ren You’s eyes flashed with reluctance.
Having followed his teacher in Central City for so long, how could he not know the true faces of those New Martial members—they were the type to devour everything without leaving a bone.
The old man with white hair, as if a dying candle in the wind, sighed deeply:
“Just the Iron-Breaking Crocodile Meat alone is a key ingredient of various high-energy protein bars.
The annual purchases by United Pharmaceutical alone are enough to make their mouths oily.
Not to mention the main components of the Level-4 Energy Liquid: Yang Mountain Ginseng and Mud Melting Grass—these are colossal cakes valued in the trillions.
As Nanhuang Daoist School grows larger, with more Old Martial Sect members, naturally they would need to share a piece of the pie.
Do you think they would be willing?
Therefore, I am a thorn in the flesh of Central City.”
Ren You remained silent.
Even in the Dongxia Republic, where artificial cultivation and breeding techniques are highly advanced, many spiritual materials and even exotic herbs simply cannot be replicated.
Take the Iron-Breaking Crocodile, for instance; the breakthrough in artificial breeding has driven the price down, but the special growing environments for Yang Mountain Ginseng and Mud Melting Grass make perfect cultivation currently impossible.
“There are many conservative forces in Central City who do not wish to see talents emerging from the Old Martial Sect.
This kid, having accepted He Lanchan’s legacy, has already come into the upper echelons’ sight.
Once he enters Nanhuang Daoist School and possesses the permit for armed and armored practice, he becomes a significant instability factor.
Don’t forget, He Lanchan once did something major; he showed through his actions what it means for an ordinary man’s rage to bring mourning to the entire nation, which is why he met his end as he did.”
The old man with white hair spoke earnestly, as if recalling some secret from the past.
Ren You’s expression changed as well.
In administrative planets like Imperial Capital and Hai Province, where electronic lockdowns are not strict, network communications are highly developed.
Once, out of boredom, someone compiled a timeline connecting the sudden illness and death of the highest honorary chairman of Dongxia Martial Arts Association and leader of the New Martial Sect, Yan Shaoqing, the complete retirement of the original Ten Greats, and the mysterious sitting death of He Lanchan.
From this, a rather absurd conspiracy theory emerged.
The transition between New Martial and Old Martial was not peaceful; a significant, bloody conflict may have occurred.
The post gained a lot of attention but was quickly deleted and banned.
“But this kid is smart, knowing how to place protective charms on himself.
For the moment, the big hands of Central City cannot reach him or endanger him.”
The old man with white hair looked out into the thick night, speaking softly:
“The more people who rest on their ancestors’ laurels, the more they enjoy the shade.
Those who sit in their positions and do nothing are the ones most afraid of the armed and armored lawless beings.
The Martial Arts Association and the Education Department are gradually reclaiming the permits they issued in the past, and the one for Nanhuang Daoist School is no exception.
Unless you reach my level, it’s difficult to protect it.
Going against the current has never been easy throughout history.”
Ren You looked at the talent apartment, the seventeenth floor where the lights were out, and suddenly realized:
“So Nanhuang Daoist School requires a true Scorching Sun genius.”
The old man with white hair shook his head:
“No, it needs someone beyond the Scorching Sun.
Back in the day, I was much stronger than that so-called Scorching Sun Martial Artist.
Among the Scorching Sun-level geniuses from the thirty-two administrative zones, I defeated more than ten!”
Ren You’s lips twitched.
There he goes again, his teacher.
Sure enough, the old man with white hair pulled out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.
While smoking, he recounted past events:
“Hey, Ren, let me tell you something, as your teacher…”
“Teacher, please take care of your health.”
Martial Artists who don’t smoke, drink, or touch women usually die young, like He Lanchan.
Only those with all five poisons live long.”
The old man with white hair coughed twice, his eyes blurred.
He thought of the few traces of spirited aura contained in that mud tablet.
You really resemble him, you damn He Lanchan!