High Martial World: I Gain Passive Skills Daily Chapter 264 - 155: The Martial Saint Leaves Seclusion Tomorr

The mont Chen Kuang struck with his palm, he felt sothing was off with the sensation in his hands.

Even though this strike was rushed, he had still infused it with Triple Force—sothing that ca easily to him now, a re matter of moving a muscle, quite unlike the strenuous effort it required when he first learned ’Dou-Lu Descends from Heaven.’

This Triple Power, if used against an ordinary Tower Ascension Realm martial artist below the fifth level, would directly cause severe injuries.

But when he hit Jiang Wuya, it felt as if he had struck nothing at all, completely lacking any real sense!

It wasn’t even like hitting cotton; it was as if he had punched into thin air.

Yet Jiang Wuya was suddenly sent flying, as if he had suffered a heavy blow.

There was no acting faker than this.

Chen Kuang imdiately understood, his heart sinking; this guy was surely no ordinary person!

As Jiang Wuya crashed mid-air into a pillar of the broken temple, Chen Kuang, through the sparks from the fire and the suddenly soaring dust and debris, saw this Lai Zitou Daoist raise an eyebrow, with a smile erging on his face.

That smile was completely different from the sleazy expression he usually displayed.

It was a serene smile, yet seed to find sothing amusing.

Even more bizarre, within his expression, there was even a hint of... unexpected relief?

Jiang Wuya’s entire temperant, at that mont, changed completely along with that smile.

Chen Kuang vaguely felt that this guy’s aura at this mont was strangely familiar?!

But he didn’t have ti to ponder it further, as he was forced to stop thinking.

Because imdiately after, Chen Kuang felt a strong sense of dizziness and disorientation.

It was as if he was being tossed into the air and then falling back down, repeated several tis, making his brain feel completely disoriented.

Everything in front of him splintered like a crumpled piece of artwork being soaked in water, instantly spreading out, becoming blotches of colorful stains.

The sound of distant-to-near calls gradually beca clear in his ears.

"!!!"

Chen Kuang suddenly opened his eyes, as if erging from underwater, breathing fresh air anew, panting heavily and rapidly, his chest heaving violently.

His consciousness swiftly gathered, lifting his head to et the gaze of a middle-aged man in front of him.

It was Zhang Zhizhou.

Seeing Chen Kuang awaken, Zhang Zhizhou imdiately let go of the hand that was vigorously shaking his shoulder, glanced at Su Huaiying beside him, and saw that she too had awakened, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking seriously at Chen Kuang, and asked:

"Who did you run into? Even with my abilities, I couldn’t wake you."

Chen Kuang took a deep breath, rubbing his forehead, finding himself leaning against a stone platform, sitting on the dusty floor.

His head still held a lingering, abstract feeling of suspension, as he looked around.

It was still the dim broken temple, but in front of him, there was no fire, just a ss of footprints.

Which ant, in reality, the two of them must have fallen asleep as soon as they entered the temple.

And just now... it was all in a dream?!

Chen Kuang stared blankly, raising his head. Behind him, the stone platform he leaned against was the pedestal of a deity statue that the temple unknowingly worshipped.

From this angle, he was just able to see the deity’s indistinct face appearing to gaze back at him.

He hadn’t realized at all when he had entered the dream...

"洞若观火" could see through illusion and disguise, but a dream is sothing not even visible by the eyes... it’s images produced by the subjective mind.

Therefore, it’s outside the range of what can be seen through.

"This passive ability isn’t infallible; it is a fatal flaw. In this High Martial World, it wouldn’t be surprising to encounter any weird, strange powers. My passive abilities are still insufficient, not well-rounded... I really should be even more cautious,"

Chen Kuang thought silently.

If it were in any Martial Hero World, all his passive abilities combined would have made him invincible in the world.

But in Cangyuan... at most, they were enough for self-preservation.

Just now, this dream felt like a severe wake-up call.

If Jiang Wuya harbored malicious intent, Chen Kuang estimated that during his body’s oblivion in the dream, he might have died a thousand tis over.

Or perhaps... it may no longer be appropriate to call that old codger "Jiang Wuya."

"Who would have thought, but then again, who could have foreseen?"

Chen Kuang mumbled, dusting off the dirt from his behind, standing up.

Zhang Zhizhou had already helped his young lord up, as Su Huaiying spoke in a low, apprehensive voice: "We encountered Jiang Wuya, the missing National Preceptor of Liang Kingdom..."

"No—"

Chen Kuang exhaled deeply, shaking his head: "That wasn’t Jiang Wuya."

Su Huaiying and Zhang Zhizhou imdiately turned to look at him.

Chen Kuang squinted his eyes, continuing: "That was the ’Music Saint,’ Xi ngquan."

Su Huaiying’s eyes widened, and Zhang Zhizhou displayed an equally astonished expression.

Su Huaiying opened her mouth: "’Music Saint’?! How could he possibly be Jiang Wuya..."

Now, she truly couldn’t stay calm anymore.

In the nurous cycles of dreams she experienced, she had never encountered a figure like Jiang Wuya, but did see a middle-aged musician who resembled Xi ngquan.

The person’s appearance was entirely different from Jiang Wuya, with a distinguished temperant... Well, of course, so of this could have been filters applied by Su Huaiying later on, but even if it were the man himself, he certainly wouldn’t be ugly.

But Jiang Wuya was soone anyone would find repulsive at first sight.

Chen Kuang shook his head, saying: "I’m not sure if Jiang Wuya is just his guise, or if, in just that dream, he borrowed Jiang Wuya’s form, but..."