Seeking Martial Dao in All Reborn Lives

Chapter 186: Chapter 182: The Three Generals

Zhao Xuanqi stepped down from the ring. Under the gazes of the many Divine Land Martial Artists below, he walked over to the rest area for the Divine Land competitors.

"You were certainly high-profile this time," Lu Yuanxiang said to Zhao Xuanqi with a hint of resignation.

"It’s not a secret anymore anyway. Why bother hiding it?"

Zhao Xuanqi’s expression was calm. He didn’t think he had done anything wrong.

"That’s true," Lu Yuanxiang said. "But I’m afraid there will be a lot of trouble now. You probably won’t be able to watch the rest of the matches. Come with me. We’re going to the Martial Arts Association Headquarters to lie low for a bit."

Zhao Xuanqi nodded, not objecting to the suggestion. Remaining at the venue under these circumstances would indeed lead to a lot of unnecessary trouble.

"Be careful, you two."

After giving a word of caution to Zhang Hongyun and Shi Huai’an, Zhao Xuanqi turned and left with Lu Yuanxiang.

Amidst the crowd, Zhao Xuanqi keenly felt two gazes directed at him. Their presence was so intense it was impossible to conceal, as dazzling as a ray of light.

He turned his head, following the direction of the gazes, and two figures standing with their arms crossed came into view.

Their eyes met his for a brief moment before Zhao Xuanqi retracted his gaze and continued to walk away.

"The legendary Holy Beast Fist... now we’ve seen a glimpse of it. Are you interested in the Three Elders’ invitation?" Zhao Yuan asked calmly, turning to the tall man with Heavy Pupils beside him.

"Of course. He’s earned the right."

The man with Heavy Pupils grinned.

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Meanwhile, after Zhao Xuanqi’s match ended, detailed intelligence and information about it began to spread like wildfire among the major factions, triggering a chain reaction.

However, the first to receive this intelligence wasn’t any other group, but the National Salvation Association.

In an ordinary single-story house in Jinling.

A tall man with the simple, honest face of a farmer and bronze-colored skin stood dressed in patched clothes, looking as if he lived a very frugal life.

At this moment, however, this farmer-like man was holding an intelligence report, a slow smile spreading across his lips as he read it carefully.

’Hundred Beasts Fist Qilin, eh? What a fine name. So that’s the true name of the Holy Beast Fist that once led the Human Race of the Divine Land to victory over the Wilderness and established the first civilization? Mr. Zhao and Madam Zhou have a fine son.’

The man chuckled and put down the intelligence report. He turned his head to look at another young man dressed as a farmer standing behind him and asked:

"Have you gathered all the intel on the Vermilion Bird Sect’s No. 7 Beast District?"

"Everything is ready," the young man replied respectfully. "We are just waiting for your order to act."

"In that case, have all our comrades prepare. The operation begins tonight at eight o’clock sharp. It’s time to make the Vermilion Bird Sect aware of our presence. We can’t let Lin Quelan personally interfere in the matters of Jinmen," the man said.

"Yes, Director."

The young man nodded in acknowledgment.

In Shangjing, inside a lavishly decorated English-style cafe.

A woman, about 1.7 meters tall with fair skin and a stylish, modern outfit, sat by the window wearing sunglasses. Her long hair cascaded down, giving her a captivating aura that drew the gazes of all the well-dressed men in suits. They were all eager to see the face hidden behind her sunglasses.

The woman held an English book, reading it slowly and occasionally taking a sip of her coffee.

"Excuse me for interrupting, miss. I’m Zheng Qirong, a director at Heyuan Trading Company. This is my card. Might I have the honor of getting to know you?"

A handsome, middle-aged man in a suit stepped forward, approaching the woman with a warm smile on his face.

The woman looked up slightly, about to speak, when she suddenly noticed a flash of light from a room across the street from the cafe. This interrupted what she was about to say.

"I’m sorry, sir. I just remembered I have something to do. Perhaps some other time."

The woman’s voice was exceptionally crisp and clear, and it left the middle-aged man momentarily dazed. By the time he looked back, he saw that she had already reached the cafe’s entrance, pushed the door open, and left.

The man opened his mouth, a look of disappointment on his face.

After leaving the cafe, the woman took a roundabout path, entered the building across the street through a different entrance, and arrived at the room where the light had flashed. She knocked softly on the door.

The door opened, revealing the face of a man dressed as an ordinary citizen. Upon seeing the woman, he immediately stepped aside to let her in. After closing the door, he handed her a sheet of paper with intelligence on it.

"Hundred Beasts Fist Qilin, eh?" the woman said with a smile. "This kid is certainly high-profile. Looks like it’s time for us to do something. Send word down—we’ll proceed as planned."

"Yes, ma’am."

The man nodded.

As night fell in Jinling, the corresponding intelligence report was placed on the desk of Lin Quelan, Military Commander of the Phoenix Army.

’Hundred Beasts Fist? So that’s the true name of that legendary Fist Technique?’

Lin Quelan put down the report, her eyes narrowing slightly, her expression unreadable.

"This Zhao Xuanqi... you said his background was related to our Phoenix Army’s jurisdiction. Have you found out the details?" Lin Quelan asked the subordinate standing respectfully before her.

"We have a few theories at present," the subordinate said in a low voice. "The most likely one is that his real name is Zhao Jinwen. Both his father and mother were members of the National Salvation Association and were executed by us two years ago. There’s a high probability he is connected to the National Salvation Association. Even the origin of his Fist Technique could be linked to them."

"The National Salvation Association?" Lin Quelan muttered. "Those street rats again?"

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

Just then, a sudden knock came from the study door. After receiving permission to enter, a subordinate pushed the door open and hurried inside.

"Military Commander, we’ve just received news that the No. 7 Beast District was attacked a short while ago! A large amount of Rare Beast Materials were stolen, and many captive Rare Beasts have escaped. According to intel from the No. 7 Beast District, the attackers are suspected to be from the National Salvation Association, led by none other than Yang Xun, the Director of their Divine Martial Department!"

"At the same time, we’ve also received word of significant troop movements from the National Salvation Association’s Military Department between the territories of the Giant Spirit and Celestial Mansion armies. General Wei Yun of the National Salvation Association’s Military Department has been spotted. Our spies in Shangjing also report that the Beidou Army’s No. 16 depot was attacked, and important military intelligence was stolen. The perpetrators are suspected to be from the Intelligence Department, led by ’Thousand Illusions’ Li Ping," the subordinate reported in a low, serious tone.

’Yang Xun, Li Ping, and Wei Yun? The three generals of the National Salvation Association have all made a move at the same time?’

’Are they trying to warn us not to act rashly?’

Lin Quelan’s eyes narrowed as she instantly understood the National Salvation Association’s message.

Jinmen was within the jurisdiction of the Beidou Army, but it was also not far from the border of her Phoenix Army’s territory. It wouldn’t be easy for other factions to interfere on a large scale. Furthermore, with the revelation of Zhao Xuanqi’s Hundred Beasts Fist, she, Lin Quelan, was undoubtedly the one most eager to make a move.

Therefore, the greatest threats to the situation in Jinmen—and to Zhao Xuanqi himself—came from the Phoenix Army and the Beidou Army.

And so, the National Salvation Association’s actions had conveniently occurred in the capital cities of both armies.

This was a clear message: if their top masters wanted to make a move, they had better consider what the National Salvation Association would do in response.

’Mobilizing all three generals just to protect one Zhao Xuanqi? Very good. Do they really think this matter can be resolved so easily?’

A ferocious light, like a blazing fire, flickered in Lin Quelan’s eyes.