Compared to such a sect, those so-called Ghost Poison Sect and Vajra Sect seem like jokes.
And now, Jian Chunqiu actually intends for Chu Ge to be the next Sect Leader of this sect!
However, Chu Ge shook his head without any hesitation and smiled, "I’m someone used to idleness and can’t stand constraints, so I will have to decline Uncle Jian’s kind offer."
A hint of disappointment flickered across Jian Chunqiu’s face, but he didn’t react much, as he had anticipated this scene.
"If that’s the case, then let’s set off. Shi Wanwang is already waiting for you."
Having said this, the two men walked shoulder to shoulder towards the exit, with Zhao Wuji trailing slightly behind, casually glancing at the pavilion. With just that glance, his mouth hung open, unable to close again.
A slight breeze blew through, the pavilion swayed, and then... neatly split into two halves, collapsing with a loud crash to the side!
In the suburbs of Shanghai, there is a river which is actually not quite a river but more of a closed lake.
The lake is oval-shaped, about a kilometer long and six or seven hundred meters wide, and now, it is surrounded by boats and temporary tents.
These are all martial artists who have come from far and wide to witness this battle.
"This Mr. Chu, why hasn’t he arrived yet? Could it be that he’s scared?" A muscular strong man spoke up, laughing. His voice was deep and resonant, causing nearby people’s eardrums to ache.
However, no one dared to speak up because this strong man was the head instructor of a well-known martial arts gym in another province, and now in his forties, he was already at the Middle Stage of the Postnatal Realm, with unparalleled skills in physical training!
"What’s all the noise about, Elder Shi hasn’t even spoken yet, why are you causing a fuss? It’s like the eunuch being more anxious than the Emperor," said a dry, skinny old man, his skin dark and his arms as thin as bamboo poles.
Yet it was such a frail-looking old man who made the strong man tremble, fear flashing in his eyes, as he hastily stepped back without daring to utter another word.
And at the very center of the lake, a small boat was anchored, with an old man in white clothes sitting cross-legged at the bow, hands on his knees, eyes tightly shut.
Standing beside the old man was a big man.
It was two people from the Vajra Sect.
"Your mind is disturbed." Suddenly, Shi Wanwang spoke up, his voice soft.
Hearing this, the muscular man gave a bitter smile and shook his head, "Elder Shi, I’m just too worried, your health..."
"I know my own physical condition."
Shi Wanwang opened his eyes and slowly stood up: "How long have I been with the Vajra Sect?"
Shi Wanwang had joined the Vajra Sect mid-way, so strictly speaking, he had not been with the sect as long as the muscular man.
The muscular man thought for a while, then softly said: "Since I was six years old when you came to Vajra Sect, and now it’s exactly thirty years!"
"Thirty years... a full thirty years!" Shi Wanwang sighed lightly, a complex look of emotion flashing across his aged cheeks as he gazed into the distance, "For thirty years, I have lived for the sect to repay the Sect Leader’s life-saving grace, but now, it’s time to live for myself!"
Hearing this, the muscular man opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately didn’t speak a word, instead he sighed softly and lowered his head.
Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed, and a group of people was seen slowly approaching from afar.
The leader was none other than Chu Ge. Jian Chunqiu had left the estate directly after stepping out since this level of combat couldn’t arouse his interest at all.
At this moment, Chu Ge no longer suppressed his aura but released it fully!
A terrifying and daunting aura emanated from him, making everyone around start to retreat with faces full of utter horror.
It was not until Chu Ge had walked past that murmurs began to spread.
"This young man, isn’t his aura too terrifying?"
"Right, is he really just at the Postnatal Realm? Why do I feel his aura is even more frightening than my master’s?" The speaker was a strong man at the Postnatal Realm. His master was a genuine Innate Grandmaster!
"Has he arrived?" Shi Wanwang proceeded to the bow of the ship, his gaze fixating on Chu Ge. Though his voice was not loud, it reached a radius of a thousand meters.
Chu Ge nodded, fell silent for a bit, and then said softly, "Sorry, I am late."
After that, he bowed with both hands together, presenting an apology in the way of the Martial Arts World.
No matter the identity of the opponent, whether a friend or foe, Shi Wanwang was older than him, considered a predecessor. Proper respect that should be shown cannot be omitted; this has been the rule for thousands of years in Huaxia, as well as a matter of virtue!
Clearly, Chu Ge’s action made everyone around him nod slightly, and appreciation appeared on Shi Wanwang’s face: "No worries, it has given me a chance to adjust my state as well."
"Hmm." Chu Ge looked at Shi Wanwang and spoke directly, "I am a lazy person who hates formalities. How about we start directly?"
"Hahahaha, exactly my thoughts!"
Shi Wanwang let out a hearty laugh, and the strong man immediately jumped off the boat, leaping several times on the water to reach the shore, a move that dazzled the spectators once again.
To leap across water like that, one must be at least at the Late Postnatal stage!
"Mr. Chu, do you need a boat?" An old man shouted, pointing at a flat boat under his feet.
Chu Ge glanced at him and then walked directly towards the lake.
Everyone held their breath. When Chu Ge actually stepped onto the lake, exclamations burst forth instantly.
The lake seemed to solidify; as Chu Ge stepped on it, ripples spread around, yet the surface wasn’t broken!
Just like that, Chu Ge walked slowly across the lake, step by step.
Shi Wanwang’s gaze sharpened, his expression becoming more solemn than ever.
He was once at the Innate Realm, but even at his peak, it was probably difficult to achieve this. Yet, this young man’s meridians were clearly not integrated and were still at the Peak of Postnatal!
"Mr. Chu, impressive skill!"
Shi Wanwang stepped back a few steps, stood at the stern, and yielded the bow area.
Chu Ge did not respond; he simply walked to the bow, one hand behind his back, the other slowly lifting: "Shall we determine a winner or decide life and death?"
He had a favorable impression of Shi Wanwang. This old man was a typical elder of the Martial Arts World who valued martial arts honor and dignity. Throughout his time in Shanghai, he had never done anything despicable, far more noble than the Ghost Poison Sect.
"Both a winner and life and death!"