"Mr. Zhang, the general situation is this," at this time, Ye Yin also conveyed the information Hong Yi had passed back to Zhang Menglong.
The incident itself was rather simple; the young man who appeared skiing in the Himalayas years ago was Zhang Menglong’s great-grandfather, Zhang Kang.
Zhang Kang merely wanted to find a suitable slope for skiing, but just as he had found a nice slope, those people began to brawl, the tumult of the battle triggering an avalanche that destroyed the slope stained with blood.
With a temper already prone to flare-ups, Zhang Kang believed that tolerance led to childlessness and retreat to the end of one’s lineage; he stormed onto the battlefield right then and there.
He had actually intended only to break up the fight and, by the way, teach these bastards who disturbed his skiing a lesson, but to his surprise, that fellow called the King of Ice and Snow attacked without a word.
With no other choice, since mediation failed, Zhang Kang thought he might as well kill them all and, incidentally, make some contribution to the country. To Zhang Kang, this was just a trifle, but it became etched in memory for seventy years for Yin Wuyi, a Level Seven Ancient Martial Artist of the Mythical Realm, and Meng Tianhe, a Level Seven elite Psychic.
Of course, Zhang Menglong could hardly imagine the extent of his great-grandfather’s strength at the time, but Ye Yin told him that he couldn’t even match a single finger of his great-grandfather!
"Are you the Martial God they speak of?" Having his great-grandfather as a backdrop, Zhang Menglong straightened his spine instantly, confident that unless this Martial God was in the late stages of Parkinson’s, he wouldn’t dare raise his voice, let alone act hostile in his presence.
"I am Yin Wuyi, unworthy to claim the title of Martial God before you, sir. It’s merely an empty honor bestowed by the people of the Ancient Martial Arts World," under the gaze of thousands of Martial Artists, Yin Wuyi bowed deeply to Zhang Menglong.
"What... what did I just see? The Martial God bowed to Zhang Menglong?"
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"What on earth is happening here?"
"The Martial God even says he dares not call himself Martial God in his presence?"
In an instant, the faith of these Martial Artists crumbled.
According to the script, shouldn’t the Martial God have started teaching this ignorant brat a lesson directly? Something seemed off with this script!
The Martial God was an extremely proud man and one with a bad temper at that. There were times when several highly skilled degenerates emerged in the Ancient Martial Arts World, and the Martial God showed no mercy, slaying them with a single blow.
But in front of Zhang Menglong, why did the Martial God seem like a well-behaved child, even speaking in hushed tones?
"Martial God! This ignorant brat not only challenges the entire Ancient Martial Arts World but even insults you. Please, Martial God, deal with him!" Experience exclusive tales on freewebnovel
"Martial God, what’s happened to you?"
"We implore the Martial God to act, to remove this disgrace from the Ancient Martial Arts World!"
"Are you trying to kill me?" Yin Wuyi turned suddenly, his eyes seeming to shoot out countless sword beams. Merely with a look, there appeared a sword mark hundreds of meters long on the ground.
In those days, Yin Wuyi, merely a Level Seven Martial Artist of the Mythical Realm, could not perceive how strong Zhang Kang was. Was he at the Tianyuan Boundary, a realm only speculated to exist and not seen for hundreds of years, or perhaps even higher?
If a warrior of the Mythical Realm could live over two hundred years old, was it strange for such a person to still look so young now?
If Zhang Menglong really was that mysterious expert who had acted all those years ago, with 70 years passed, who knew if this man was about to ascend to immortality.
He, a Martial Artist, was going to fight with someone nearing cultivation immortalization? Was he simply tired of living after all these years?
The roar of the Martial God instantly silenced everyone. They looked at Zhang Menglong with completely changed eyes.
If the Martial God alone could intimidate the whole Ancient Martial Arts World, and yet he didn’t dare to offend Zhang Menglong, just how powerful was he?
"It seems you have recognized this emblem," Zhang Menglong said, pointing to the Clan Emblem on his person.
Actually, after leaving the Himalayas that year, Yin Wuyi and Meng Tianhe immediately used all the resources at their disposal to search for this mark, but they came up empty-handed. It wasn’t simply a brand of clothing; it represented a certain force, even a certain identity!
"I cannot forget the life-saving grace and the patriotism you showed in that battle," Yin Wuyi said, "If it were not for you, Brother Meng and I would probably have been slaughtered by that group of experts from the powerful countries."
"What?"
"The one who took action that year was Zhang Menglong? Impossible, wasn’t he not even born at that time?"
"Weren’t those people killed by the Martial God and the captain of Longxia? What exactly is going on?"
"This is preposterous!"
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"I’m very sorry; due to your instructions to keep your intervention a secret, we could only take the credit ourselves." As discussions arose all around, Yin Wuyi openly admitted, "If you blame me, I accept it, but I hope you won’t take your anger out on Meng Tianhe."
The martial artists suddenly had a realization; so that’s what happened that year!
But it didn’t make sense, this Zhang Menglong looked like a show-off who was all about appearances—having done such a great deed, how could he keep such a low profile?
"You are mistaken, it was not I who acted that year, but my great-great-grandfather," Zhang Menglong said, "The symbol you saw is just the clan emblem used by the direct line of the Zhang Family."
"So that’s how it is," Yin Wuyi’s expression underwent no change; regardless of whether Zhang Menglong was the man from back then, even if he was his descendant, he still deserved his respect.
"May I ask if your great-great-grandfather is still well?" Yin Wuyi inquired cautiously, "If possible, I would like to meet him again."
"Oh, there’s no need for that, my great-great-grandfather loves to travel all over the place. Now I have no idea where he’s goofing around. You know, people like him never age." Zhang Menglong certainly didn’t know which parallel world his great-great-grandfather was messing around in by now, maybe playing mahjong with the Jade Emperor in the world of Journey to the West.
"That’s truly a pity," Yin Wuyi shook his head, "I wanted to thank the elder in person for saving my life."
"To be honest, my great-great-grandfather wasn’t that noble," Zhang Menglong shrugged, "The thing is, you were fighting so fiercely, you destroyed the natural ski slope he had found; that’s why he came to find you. When he couldn’t stop the fight, and those idiots started attacking him, he had no choice but to kill them all."
"This... This is the truth of what happened that year?"
"One man killed more than a dozen top-level experts just for skiing?"
"Damn! Are all the people from the Zhang Family so flamboyant?"
"Learning something new... That reason is just too damn badass."
"So you’re saying, Zhang Menglong has a great-great-grandfather who already far surpassed the Martial God and Longxia seventy years ago?"
"And he’s still alive?"
"This... No wonder Zhang Menglong has such formidable strength at just over twenty years old; how powerful must his great-great-grandfather be now? Could he already be at that Heavenly Origin Realm level that hasn’t been breached by anyone for hundreds of years?"
"To kill more than a dozen top-level experts with one move, he must have been in the Heavenly Origin Boundary already; could it be that theirs is a family that has been passed down intact from that era?"
"This Ritian Sect is absolutely invincible!"
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