Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 184

Chapter 184: Singing the Same Song

One Answers. “To think that six of the world’s greatest warriors would gather at the Bu family, with only Mr. Lan siding with the Bu ancestor, while the other five have ulterior motives! The Bu ancestor is in danger!” Bai Hongtu’s face was solemn.

“No, I’ve heard that the Bu ancestor is the son of Bu Wu, the leader of the martial arts world three hundred years ago. His name was Bu Jing. Over three hundred years ago, he was known as the

leader of the Twenty-Four Young Masters of the martial arts world, and his strength is evident. Today might be a battle to establish his authority.” Jiang Li had a different opinion, believing that the Bu ancestor could soar to the top. “Brother Jiang, don’t talk nonsense. It’s two against five now. How can the Bu ancestor win?” Bai Hongtu snorted coldly.

“Look at the Bu family’s ancestor’s surging energy, his spirit and vitality like a column of mercury. He’s clearly reached the pinnacle of the human realm. Furthermore, his 712 major orifices glow faintly. Perhaps he’s even surpassed the human realm and reached a new level!”

“Above the human realm, wouldn’t that be the same realm as the Twelve Heavenly Kings?” Bai Hongtu was horrified. “Don’t make such statements. The Heavenly Kings are supreme. Even in the upper realms, they possess omnipotent powers. Brother Jiang, what disrespectful words!”

“I’m not making such statements. I’ve heard from the Bu family that the Bu family’s ancestor, inspired by observing the heavens, wrote the astonishing ‘Shangqing Huangting Waijing Jing’. It’s the key to breaking through to the human realm, and he named the next martial arts realm Waijing. Those who possess this scripture can achieve Waijing.” Jiang Li vowed.

“What? There’s actually such a scripture?” Bai Hongtu was shocked. “The Bu family’s ancestor is truly formidable. He’s worthy of being a three-hundred-year-old monster.”

Yu Yin watched the two brothers echoing each other, feeling completely out of place.

They had done just that when they were all still candidates for the title of Human Emperor.

The Old Emperor gathered the candidates together and had them enter a nameless secret realm. Each was given a wooden token, which they could compete for. Whoever grabbed the most tokens would be the winner.

Bai Hongtu and Jiang Li first snatched a dozen tokens from others. Then Bai Hongtu pretended to accidentally drop a token into the lake, exclaiming, “I threw one in, so how come two floated up?”

Jiang Li, unconvinced, tried again and discovered that one token could actually split into two. He exclaimed, “This lake is the legendary Treasure Lake, a magical site left by the Treasure Immortal.”

Bai Hongtu said, “Brother Jiang is truly knowledgeable. I now remember that this secret realm was left by an immortal. No wonder it’s so magical. “Immortal Stories” mentions an immortal in the immortal realm who used wealth to prove his way, named the Treasure Immortal. His treasure bowl could replicate anything, a truly exceptional treasure.”

Jiang Li said the secret realm the Old Emperor had allowed us to enter must be unusual, and it was normal for it to have such a history.

Bai Hongtu said, “So that’s how it is. I thought the Old Emperor wanted us to fight each other to see who was the strongest, but it turns out he wanted to see who had the most extensive knowledge and could penetrate the secret realm.”

Jiang Li said the Old Emperor was meticulous and we shouldn’t just judge by appearances.

Bai Hongtu said, “You’re right.”

Jiang Li said, “I think you’re right.”

Seeing the two of them speaking so seriously, citing extensive evidence, although they had never heard of the book “Immortal World Strange Tales,” there were so many books in the world that it was normal not to have heard of it. Several of the Human Emperor candidates believed it and threw in a piece as well. Bai Hongtu also threw in the piece he had prepared long ago

. These Human Emperor candidates then found themselves with two wooden tablets.

Throw one and you get two, throw two and you get four. The news spread like wildfire, and many Human Emperor candidates threw their wooden tablets into the lake.

And then nothing happened. Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, hiding at the bottom of the lake, swept up all the wooden plaques. Anyone hoping to float up two plaques didn’t even get a scrap of wood.

Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu became the candidates for the Human Emperor who collected the most wooden plaques in that competition.

Yu Yin, who obediently snatched plaques from others, came in third place.

The Old Emperor praised Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu’s actions, saying, “Well done!” and “Don’t do it again next time.

” Commander Liu’s “Memoirs of the Human Emperor” recounted that night, the Old Emperor spent half the night searching the Sutra Library for “Immortal World Tales” and the Treasure-Gathering Immortal, but found nothing.

“Is there really a way to break through the peak of the human realm?” a true Grandmaster asked Jiang Li, speculating, “If only they could take advantage of the chaos…”

Jiang Li didn’t answer, but sighed, “It’s a pity that we’re only at the Grandmaster level. In the battles at the peak of the human realm, we’re like a tiny boat. A single wave can overturn us.”

The Grandmasters, feeling a pang of cold water, calmed down.

At this point, Bu Jing and Mr. Lan were facing five equals, but they were at a disadvantage

. Mr. Lan’s limited skills meant he could only hold off the Fishing Monk, leaving Bu Jing to face four supreme mortals. The pressure was palpable. The roar of the seven men’s battle was like muffled thunder, a deep, resonant sound that echoed through the air and could be heard throughout Buwu City.

The power of these supreme mortals was truly terrifying. In a matter of moments, they razed the Bu family mansion to the ground. Buwu City felt like an earthquake, with earth dragons rolling and houses shaking.

Seeing the danger of innocent lives being lost if the fighting continued, Bu Jing moved the battle outside the city.

The noise of the seven men was so deafening that everyone in Buwu City rose to watch. This was a clash of the world’s strongest, rarely seen in a century. The fact that one of them was a prehistoric being believed to be from three hundred years ago made it even more eye-catching.

The combined attack of the three supreme mortals of the imperial court, a cloud of crimson, was a formidable sight. Bu Jing was unable to withstand the attack and was sent flying hundreds of meters, knocking down countless trees as thick as a man.

The Qingming Tower Master’s five fingers, sharp as knives, slashed at Bu Jing’s leg. Bu Jing jerked himself to his feet, barely dodging the blow. Behind him, a multi-ton boulder shattered under the Qingming Tower Master’s claws.

“Old sir, tell me, how have you managed to stay alive for so long? Is it possible that practicing ancient martial arts can guarantee a three-hundred-year lifespan? I don’t believe it. Do you need to consume the Purple Car River, or absorb the essence of living beings? Isn’t that what you old martial artists love most?”

“Don’t believe it? And yet you ask!” Bu Jing’s limbs were like pillars, their strength and power unwavering. The Qingming Tower Master shielded his chest with his arms, his forearms numb from the blow.

In a one-on-one fight, the Qingming Tower Master knew he could never defeat Bu Jing, but fortunately, he had the aid of three of the imperial court’s most powerful men.

Though their goals differed, they shared the same goal of temporarily defeating Bu Jing.

“The Heavenly Kings descended from the sky, invaders who rewrote history! Three hundred years ago, warriors could have lived to be three hundred years old simply by cultivating to the pinnacle of human endurance. There was no need for such disgusting methods as you’re describing!” Bu Jing panted, his eyes red. He couldn’t stand the idea that the warriors of the past were bloodthirsty and murderous.

If the warriors of the past were killing people without mercy, how would his father, the leader of the martial arts world, be viewed by the world?

“What nonsense! Rumors are misleading! The Heavenly King cannot be insulted!” The court’s top human being shouted, “I don’t know where you come from, but you are definitely not the warrior you once were. No one in the world can live to be three hundred years old!”

“Oh, you are short-lived yourself and yet you can’t stand others living longer. How ridiculous!” Bu Jing sneered.

(End of this chapter)