Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Do you think he is a Saint?

Huang Xuantian and Huang Ming approached Zhou Weimou. A confident smile lingered on Huang Ming’s lips. For others, life was full of setbacks, eight or nine times out of ten. But for Huang Ming, life was a symbol of beauty. He never felt that life had treated him unfairly. He was a winner.

Standing before Zhou Weimou with his hands clasped behind his back, Huang Xuantian epitomized the demeanor of a Great Grandmaster.

"You’ve finally arrived," Zhou Weimou said, his voice laced with displeasure.

"Yes, I have," Huang Xuantian replied indifferently, clearly aware of the unhappiness in the general’s tone. Yet he had no intention of offering an explanation. As one of the Seven Saints of Dragon Country, he would have been considered a great hero in ancient times, the seventh-strongest expert in the world. Did he really need to apologize to a general? Huang Xuantian thought not.

The other soldiers dared not ask any questions, but one man spoke up—Ye Tianshi.

"You’re here on national business, yet you’re dragging your feet. That isn’t right, is it, sir?"

"I didn’t expect a member of the younger generation to speak to me this way," Huang Xuantian said coolly.

"We’re all human. You don’t have an extra head or another arm. I’ll speak to you the same way I speak to anyone else, without distinction," Ye Tianshi retorted, his face a mask of fearlessness.

Huang Xuantian glanced at Ye Tianshi but said nothing.

Huang Ming, however, didn’t know when to keep quiet. He laughed and said, "A mere soldier. Who gave you the courage to speak to my master like that?"

"Let it go. We shouldn’t dwell on the tardiness for now. The matter at hand is more important," Zhou Weimou said, shaking his head and signaling for Ye Tianshi to stop. Zhou Weimou was a true soldier. He had long since discarded any concern for personal honor or disgrace; he lived solely for his nation and its people.

"For that statement alone, I’m willing to help you unravel the mystery of this New Holy Land," Huang Xuantian said with a smile, his hands still behind his back as he glanced at Zhou Weimou.

With that, he walked toward the New Holy Land.

"An ordinary person is repelled after walking just three meters inside," Zhou Weimou cautioned.

Huang Xuantian just smiled and shook his head.

Huang Ming remained where he was and proclaimed, "Marshal Zhou, you said ’an ordinary person,’ but my master is different. If you don’t believe me, watch closely."

Zhou Weimou and his soldiers watched carefully. Faint wisps of hot air began to emanate from Huang Xuantian’s body, causing the air around him to visibly distort. Such a skill was astonishing to Zhou Weimou and the others.

"That’s Qigong," Huang Ming said with a smile. "It’s why my master is called the Spirit of Qi—a true Divinity of Qigong."

He made a resolution then and there. One day, he would be as formidable as his master, cultivating his Qigong to such a fearsome level. By then, he, Huang Ming, could traverse the vast world as he pleased.

As Huang Xuantian entered the New Holy Land, he had already sensed its unique Spiritual Energy from the outside. With the passage of time, the Spiritual Energy at old Sacred Lands like Mount Tai and the Tianshan Mountains had been dwindling, slowly fading away. This newly emerged Sacred Land, however, was different. The Spiritual Energy here was still fresh and immense. Cultivating Inner Strength in this place would definitely be highly beneficial.

Thinking this, he continued forward, walking three meters.

CLANG!

Huang Xuantian felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall.

Sixty years of cultivation?

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