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Chuan Lian, usually sowhat slow-minded, learned from many elder mbers of the Dongfang Clan that there was no legendary Penglai Jade Branch on Penglai Island capable of bringing the dead back to life. His face clearly showed a sense of loss as he kicked a small stone, full of lancholy.

He originally had no intention of joining the fight.

Even though he had awakened from the forbidden technique of dicine n years ago, advancing from the Eighth Rank directly to the Sixth Rank, he valued more the natural sensitivity to dicinal properties he gained from returning from death, and was not really interested in fighting.

It was only because Li San told him that Penglai Island had such a rare spiritual dicine that he considered embarking on this journey.

Originally, he didn't believe it, but later, Yuchi Jie, who temporarily managed the Divine Martial Formation, and several elders kept repeating it around him, causing him to beco suspicious. After his junior sister spoke up, he eagerly packed his dicine chest and followed the team of experts to the East Sea.

In the end, he was fooled.

Chuan Lian was filled with regret.

This ti, the Divine Martial Mansion essentially emptied its nest, except for Gongsun Jing leading a thousand elite Qing Taoqi riders straight to the Northern Frontier, with many old soldiers leading the remaining Qing Taoqi reserves here. Flying Spirit Sect had prepared according to the Dongfang Clan's martial prowess, completely unaware that the Dongfang Clan had such reinforcents far away in Fufeng.

However, within an hour, the disturbances had subsided.

All the legitimate heirs of Flying Spirit Sect had their martial arts abolished, leaving them with their lives.

The elders, who had lived for over fifty years, could remain unfazed during battles, gaining an extra wound on their bodies while striking back fiercely, but when the old soldiers of Divine Martial Mansion ca to abolish their martial arts, their reactions were intense, struggling desperately with angry shouts.

After their martial arts were abolished, they collapsed like mud, falling into despair as if mourning the death of a loved one.

Li San forcefully slapped the face of a Flying Spirit Sect steward with his long knife; among the old soldiers, aside from Gongsun Jing, his cultivation was the highest. With this slap, the aloof head of grey hair was pushed to the side, and he decisively crippled the old head's martial arts.

Divine Martial Mansion used the thods from battlefield tactics back then, their strikes utterly ruthless, ensuring they wouldn't be able to practice again in this lifeti. Qiu Feiyi waited quietly for Li San to approach, his eyes closed, expression calm, but Li San did not abolish his martial arts. After a glance, he shook his wrist, unsheathed the long knife, and sliced the ropes on him.

Then he tossed him a porcelain bottle, saying:

"This is the antidote to the poison on your body, it will recover within a quarter of an hour."

Qiu Feiyi opened his eyes, surprise appearing on his face.

Li San squatted down, extended his right hand to pat Qiu Feiyi's face, and leaned closer to his ear, saying coldly: "Listen up, Flying Spirit Sect is one of the seven sects in the world, we don't plan to completely tear our faces with you. Consider the other elders as the interest this ti, the Fourth Rank Realm isn't easily achieved, take care of yourself."

"If you offend again, even if I risk being punished, I'll chop off your head!"

Li San snorted coldly, got up, and left with large strides.

A mont later, Penglai Island provided a ship for these people, those who had their martial arts crippled were still physically superior to ordinary people, ferrying away with the corpses of the Flying Spirit Sect's disciples.

After leaving Penglai Island, those martial artists thought about the martial arts they had diligently cultivated all their lives being washed away like water, the corpses of old friends and fellow disciples now cold in the cabin below, even the most stone-hearted person couldn't resist the overwhelming sadness, weeping uncontrollably.

Li San stood on the stone, watching the ship depart, his eyes cold and indifferent, adding a shadow to his honest face.

With a casual shake, he flicked the blood off the long knife in his hand and slowly sheathed it.

Then he casually placed his right hand inside his coat lapel, found a piece of white paper, and shook it robustly with his Qi chanism, shattering the fine Jiangnan Road bamboo paper. This paper, always cherished by scholars and literati, wasn't sothing ordinary people could obtain, often called thousand-gold bamboo paper.

He had long morized the words on it.

Three sentences.

Abolish the martial arts of everyone except the one with the highest martial arts.

When giving the antidote to the one with the highest martial arts, casually say three sentences near him.

Let them go.

Li San was no longer the naive young man he was when he first joined the Military Family, back then only fifteen or sixteen, foolishly obedient and trusting whatever superiors said need to be done, believing whatever they said, but Jianghu is a vast dye vat, and ever since leaving the Divine Martial Mansion, he had fought and scraped through many years in Jianghu.

Those who survived have seen many things.

Thus he could understand the influence these simple three sentences would leave, and predict what might occur when this ship of martial artists returned to the Flying Spirit Sect, Qiu Feiyi probably sensed it too, but at that mont, he had no choice but to accept the antidote, or risk his martial arts being crippled like the others.

There must be others who guessed it too, but with their martial arts abolished, only one spared, this no longer rely concerned the truth of the matter.

Because the fact that only his martial arts weren't abolished is the truth, resentnt and suspicion are inevitable.

Li San took a deep breath, feeling increasingly reverent towards the elusive master within the Divine Martial Mansion.

Fourth Rank Martial Artists aren't easily defeated.

But the impact of those three sentences would make Qiu Feiyi wish he had died on Penglai Island today.

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