High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 238 - 145: Crushing Ambitions, Death of King Jingnan

At this mont, the Saint has likely discovered Chen Kuang’s whereabouts.

Su Huaiying said expressionlessly, "You knew all along, why are you telling now?"

Zhang Zhizhou cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, please calm your anger. Firstly, it’s to cover up for appearances."

"The Saint is not easily deceived. If I had announced it back then, it would have hard Chen Kuang instead."

"Secondly, I wanted to see if Your Highness would be entangled by personal feelings. That was indeed my personal desire..."

Su Huaiying was montarily speechless.

What personal feelings... Between her and Chen Kuang, what personal feelings could exist?!

Su Huaiying wanted to refute, but the words stuck in her throat, and all she managed to squeeze out was:

"This will not happen again!"

After calming her emotions, Su Huaiying found a rock to sit on, swinging her suspended feet, she frowned:

"That Female Saint from the Yang Kingdom, I rember she never fought for power. Why would she suddenly attack Chen Kuang?"

Zhang Zhizhou laughed, "Not just the Female Saint, soon we might see people from Zhou coming; I urge Your Highness to prepare early."

Su Huaiying was stunned, thinking, Zhou is not going after , but him?

But soon, her pupils widened with shock as she thought of a possibility.

"The Elixir of Longevity... was with him all along?!"

Zhang Zhizhou nodded, squinting his eyes:

"Back then, in the illusion, Chen Kuang and I went to find Su Yu’s body, yet saw his head speaking to Chen Kuang."

"He said: There is fate in the heavens, there is destiny for the nation, if the nation does not perish, the emperor will not die."

"At that ti, I knew perhaps... there was never any Elixir of Longevity, only a delusion of a king of a fallen kingdom."

Su Huaiying was silent for a while and then spoke of an incredible conjecture: "The Elixir of Longevity... is national destiny?"

Zhang Zhizhou shrugged: "Perhaps it is, perhaps it isn’t, or perhaps it’s both."

Su Huaiying: "..."

If she didn’t know Zhang Zhizhou spoke in riddles but ant everything literally, she would have jumped up and slapped her strategist to get him to speak clearly.

"In summary, right now, Chen Kuang is likely exposed under the Saint’s nose, and I rember that although the Female Saint usually remains detached from worldly affairs, once she is convinced of sothing, she becos absolutely fanatical."

Su Huaiying sighed, saying, "Really troubleso."

...

Chen Kuang stood in the shadows, savoring the feeling of sitting on the mountain watching tigers fight.

He squinted his eyes, standing silently, not far away were Cang Xing and his disciples battling Wen Chi’s hundreds of soldiers.

"Bang!"

Cang Xing sprang up, darting through the flaming buildings towards Wen Chi, mixed among the soldiers were cultivators already loyal to Wen Chi.

Seeing Cang Xing shoot forward like an arrow, they rushed to intercept.

Cang Xing shouted, "Good timing!"

The leading cultivator took a deep breath, veins bulging on his arms, his palms instantly turned pitch black, tough as tempered steel.

This cultivator lunged, striking a palm towards Cang Xing!

"Vajra Palm?" Cang Xing’s gaze sharpened, surprisingly not dodging but also launching a palm, saying lightly, "Well trained, pity."

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, causing an instant loud crash, a gale erupted around, the ground beneath them shattered inch by inch, debris and dust blasted outwards.

The cultivator using the Vajra Palm was shocked, supporting himself for barely three breaths before his arm suddenly snapped with a "crack."

The fierce energy traveled up his arm, coursed through his body, his skin rippling like waves.

In that mont, his face turned white, then red, his blood surged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He was sent flying backwards, like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the ground, smashing through a wall, watching helplessly as the towering, unstable building collapsed, crushing him to death.

With one enemy down, Cang Xing did not pause, as three more leapt forward.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

In the blink of an eye, the three were sent flying again, and Cang Xing advanced several more feet.

Among the three, the one with insufficient body strength was twisted and tore by the energy, his muscles bursting apart mid-air.

The remaining two had their backs pierced by energy, exploding into five holes, resembling a blooming red plum—

This was the origin of Cang Xing’s nickna "Seeking Plum through Blood."

It’s easy to imagine, if Spiritual Qi remained, Cang Xing’s moves could explode enemies into fireworks.

Cang Xing’s montum was overwhelming, Wen Chi’s face turned even grimr.

Wen Chi was utterly baffled; why would Martial Saint Pavilion help Chen Kuang now?!

If they wanted the Elixir of Longevity, they shouldn’t have tried to kill Chen Kuang initially... otherwise wouldn’t it be contradictory?

In desperation, he shouted, "By doing this, are you representing Martial Saint, opposing our Yang Kingdom’s Saint?!"

Cang Xing was filled with killing intent, focused on working for Martial Saint, spat back saying: "Who the hell fears a woman!"

Normally, when the Saint was invoked, fear was inevitable.

But now Cang Xing thought, what do I fear? Martial Saint himself backs !

He smirked, "Rather, I should ask you, are you prepared to face Martial Saint Pavilion?"

Wen Chi’s face twitched.

How could Cang Xing be so resolute, so confident, what does he rely on... Could it be, Martial Saint Pavilion knew all along? Deliberately?

But, it’s not that he wants to offend the Martial Saint, yet all these years, there’s been no sign of Martial Saint planning anything...