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Chapter 837: Chapter 328: Invincible Technique

Fang Qingyu heard the words and slowly turned his head.

His gaze locked onto the figure beside him, separated by an empty seat, the hunched, cane-supporting, seemingly blow-away-by-the-wind gray-clothed elderly man.

His sight penetrated the shadow of the hood.

Immediately landing on the top of the old man’s head.

Two red characters entered Fang Qingyu’s vision.

Martial Saint.

And... Peak Martial Saint, at that.

A faint sense of oddness stirred in Fang Qingyu’s heart.

This gaunt body, murky eyes, stumbling demeanor...

If it weren’t for being able to see the title.

There’d be no way to tell this old man was a Martial Saint.

Yet the odd feeling wasn’t just because the old man’s aura was disguised well.

It was the old man’s face...

Which seemed somewhat familiar to Fang Qingyu.

But after searching through his memories...

He quickly confirmed he had never seen this face, full of age spots and marked by time, before.

Fang Qingyu suppressed the surprise and doubt in his heart.

His facial expression remained calm the entire time.

He casually turned his head to glance at the noisy arena.

His gaze returned to the cloudy eyes of the old man, speaking softly:

"Who are you?"

The corners of the old man’s heavily wrinkled eyes slightly curved upward.

His cloudy eyes turned towards Fang Qingyu.

He did not directly answer, instead gently rubbing his frail fingers over the smooth cane head, with his gaze still on the fierce confrontations below, and in a gravel-like elderly voice slowly said:

"I don’t believe you youngsters... can’t guess who I am."

Indeed.

Comprehension dawned in Fang Qingyu’s heart.

Providing masks and identity information to guide them into the core areas of the Celestial Punishment Association.

Besides the Desolate Bone Corps, no other force would or could do this.

Yet... the aura of this Peak Martial Saint before him starkly contrasts the style he associates with the Desolate Bone Corps.

This old man lacks that repulsive hostility.

Instead, there’s a kind of depth that’s been settled down.

This feeling is too contradictory.

Fang Qingyu holds no fondness for the Desolate Bone Corps.

But this old man makes it tough for him to muster direct antipathy.

"Desolate Bone Corps?"

The old man nodded slightly, with movements so small they were nearly invisible.

For the first time, his gaze entirely focused on Fang Qingyu’s face:

"What did you see... in the Celestial Punishment Association?"

Fang Qingyu pondered for a moment, meeting the old man’s gaze, then clearly uttered the name:

"I saw Chen Wudi in the underground space."

The emotions in the old man’s eyes instantly grew complex...

He then slowly nodded, a sigh sounding from his throat like an old bellows:

"Yes... He’s not dead. The people of the Celestial Punishment Association have imprisoned him for decades."

The old man paused, his bloodshot eyes dead set on Fang Qingyu.

His gaze like a dying beast seeking a last chance for survival, filled with a rashness all-in but hiding a nearly humble plea deep within:

"Now... only you can save him."

"Oh?"

Fang Qingyu raised his brow slightly.

A perfectly timed hint of confusion and detachment appeared on his face.

He leaned slightly back, resting against the hard chair back, his voice calm and steady, devoid of any emotion:

"Why should I save him?"

A reason, then?

Simply because he’s Chen Wudi?

A man never met, existing only in legend?

Such reasoning seemed pitifully hollow and laughable to Fang Qingyu.

Despite being bound to opposition with the Celestial Punishment Association.

It doesn’t mean he should shoulder extra enormous risks for a stranger.

Rescuing a Peak Martial Saint imprisoned for decades by the Celestial Punishment Association, treated as a key node of some core ritual.

This has no direct relation to Fang Qingyu’s goal of destroying the Celestial Punishment Association...

And the old man seemed to have anticipated Fang Qingyu’s response.

He didn’t immediately counter or plead, but turned his gaze to Jiang Wei, who had been quietly beside Fang Qingyu, almost as if non-existent.

That cloudy gaze fell on Jiang Wei’s bright red hair and stunningly cold profile, bringing forth a kind of indescribable complexity and... a hint of extremely subtle reverence?

"Lady Banshee... is also here."

The old man’s hoarse voice sounded, bearing the certainty of stating a fact.

"Surely... you’ve heard of the existence of the ’Invincible Technique’?"

Jiang Wei’s clear red pupils slightly focused.

The three words Invincible Technique seemed to carry a peculiar kind of magic.

Making her usually calm face, for the first time, show a clear expression of contemplation.

Her long eyelashes softly trembled like butterfly wings, and deep within her ruby-like eyes, a fleeting wave passed.

After just a few seconds.

Jiang Wei abruptly raised her head.

A hint of gravity flashed through those red eyes.

She looked towards the old man, then swiftly glanced at Fang Qingyu beside her, and solemnly nodded:

"Yes. I know."

Though light, the voice carried an unequivocal confirmation.

With Jiang Wei’s response, the old man seemed to have gained some kind of support.

His frail spine seemed to straighten somewhat, with cloudy eyes refocused on Fang Qingyu’s face, the plea in his gaze replaced by a decisive resolve:

"Chen Wudi possesses... a Body Refining Invincible Technique."

"Back in the day... he could rival Tier Four Life Ghosts with a Tier Three physique, defeating all rivals of the same level, even battling Tier Four human strongmen! What he relied on... was this Invincible Technique, which tempered an indestructible physique."

The old man’s voice carried the excitement of recalling past glory, yet was deeply filled with pain.

"As long as you rescue him..."

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, giving a clear promise word by word:

"I can have Chen Wudi... grant you this Invincible Technique!"