System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests

Chapter 404: Chapter 233: Arranged Fight? (2)

The so-called ’Nayuta’ is a number, and when calculated normally, after a hundred million comes a trillion, after a trillion comes a quadrillion, and after that must pass through quintillion, sextillion, septillion, octillion, nonillion, decillion, vigintillion, before reaching ’Nayuta’.

The amount contained therein is truly unimaginable.

And the [Nayuta Tribulation Scripture] is one tribulation per realm, one realm per level.

Widely known to have cultivated this Martial Arts to the ultimate level is a monk with the character ’Cheng’ from Vajra Sect, who suffered his whole life to reach the level of ’Thirty-six Tribulations’.

The gap between that and the legendary ’Nayuta Tribulation’ is truly immeasurable using common sense.

So much so that before his death, the elder lamented this Martial Arts as beyond human capability.

In order to let this Martial Arts display its true power, one must at least reach the state of ’Hundred Tribulations’, only then can they compete with the heroes of the world.

If one reaches ’Thousand Tribulations’, they will be invincible in the world.

Unfortunately, people are limited by their lifespan, and it’s simply impossible to cultivate to such a degree.

Therefore, since then, no one in Vajra Sect has practiced this Martial Arts.

Supreme Divine Skill is indeed a Supreme Divine Skill, but no one can master it, wasting a hundred years ultimately drawing water with a sieve, no one is willing to suffer such pain.

How could Xingzhi have the merit and ability to master this Secret Technique?

He declared to isolate himself in the Tower Forest in the back mountain to practice the [Nayuta Tribulation Scripture], the specifics are yet unknown... This inexplicable appearance to go to Taiheng Sect, perhaps there are hidden reasons?

But whether or not there is hidden reasoning, it is a good thing for Chu Qing.

Two targets concentrated at one place, both going to Taiheng Sect... at that time, dealing with them together saves Chu Qing a great deal of effort.

Xu Qingzhi mentioned Taiheng Sect’s ’Sword Offering Ceremony’ because Beitang Zun knew Chu Qing was going to Taiheng Sect.

Now he can represent Blazing Hall and participate in this event.

Chu Qing had no objections to this and agreed readily.

Afterwards, Xu Qingzhi mentioned that Beitang Zun is also returning to the headquarters, presumably he should be back within ten days.

After finishing their conversation, Xu Qingzhi bid farewell.

Chu Qing asked Gentle to assist in seeing off the guest, and once she returned, he urged them to pack their luggage.

Prince Xue’s whereabouts are completely unknown, staying in Guang’an City serves no purpose.

The bustling of Taiheng Sect is likely not small, and since Prince Xue has gone north... perhaps in the territory of Taiheng Sect, they will find traces of this witch.

They might as well pack up and set off at once.

Gentle and Wuchen had no objections, and shortly afterwards, the three left Guang’an City, heading straight for Taiheng Sect.

Southern Ridge Martial World, two gangs, three halls, five sects, and one manor.

Among them, the largest influence is Iron Blood Hall.

Nineteen vigorous cities in South Ridge, occupying a vivid and colorful stroke.

Blazing Hall compares poorly to it.

There are eleven cities distributed at various places, heading north, still must traverse through three cities, a span of several hundred miles to reach the territory of Taiheng Sect.

It’s still early by the fifth of next month, the three traveled north, simultaneously investigating, and constantly monitoring the news of Blazing Hall.

In this way, after traveling for a few days, they covered roughly three hundred miles.

Suddenly, it began to snow heavily one day.

The snowflakes were wide and large, drifting down, and within moments, accumulated a thick layer on the ground.

As dusk approached, there were no suitable places for lodgings, Chu Qing leaped to a high place, discovering a broken temple between the mountains, allowing the three to finally find shelter.

As for the temple, it’s unclear of its age, but it was extremely dilapidated, the roof couldn’t fully shelter, and the ground was littered with broken stones and decayed wood.

Taking advantage of the snow not completely shutting them in, the three gathered some firewood, setting up a fire under a leftover tile.

Gentle routinely brought out a small iron pot, gathering snow to melt on it.

Wuchen took out dried rations, skewered them on twigs, placing them near the fire to warm.

Chu Qing spread out roast chicken and cooked meat from his bag, using a bit of the fire’s warmth, lest eating it be too cold.

Considering Wuchen was vegetarian, Chu Qing hadn’t made meat soup in a while.

After finishing their meal, they drank some hot water, barely compensating.

While the three were busy making a fire and cooking, footsteps unexpectedly approached.

Chu Qing had heard it long ago but wasn’t concerned; now turning back, he saw two men walking through the snow toward them.

These two were brawny, with rugged appearances, one holding a big hammer, the other carrying a large iron block.

The iron block seemed less like a weapon... more akin to the tools used to imprison heavy prisoners, chaining their limbs to one end while the other end was such an iron block, embedded in the walls, preventing escape.

Judging by the strong man’s stance, it seemed he had pulled the iron block from the wall directly when imprisoned.

Since then, they treated it as a personal weapon.

As Chu Qing observed them, they also regarded Chu Qing and his companions.

Both froze momentarily, hesitating to advance.

Looking at the vast snowstorm, the man holding the hammer scratched his messy beard, speaking:

"You don’t need to be afraid we have an appointment to fight, we aren’t here for you."

Chu Qing replied with a laugh, waving his hand:

"Feel free to come over, we’re not afraid."

The two men exchanged glances, experiencing doubt.

Eventually, assured that Chu Qing was genuinely unafraid, they cautiously approached.

The man carefully placed his hammer down, avoiding causing too much disturbance.

The man carrying the iron block whole-heartedly hugged it, sitting aside somewhat awkwardly...

His gaze inadvertently fell on Chu Qing’s cooked meats, causing him to swallow unconsciously.

But after one glance, he hurriedly looked elsewhere.

Chu Qing saw their behavior plainly, smiling casually:

"Brothers, where do you hail from?"

"Iron River Village."

The man holding the hammer answered casually, scratching his head:

"My name is Da Tie, and this is my younger brother, Er Tie."

Chu Qing asked again:

"Didn’t bring food when heading out for a fight?"

"... No money, couldn’t afford it."

Da Tie relaxed quite a bit seeing Chu Qing truly unafraid.

Er Tie sat there stealthily swallowing, not wanting to be seen.

Chu Qing found it amusing, partitioning cooked meats and dried rations, and offered them.

The brothers quickly declined:

"No need, we’re just waiting until it’s time for the fight, then we’ll leave."

"In the Martial World, meeting means we’re fated. How can we eat while you watch?"

Chu Qing laughed:

"No need to be polite, enjoy."

Seeing no chance to refuse, the brothers thanked him hurriedly.

Chu Qing smiled, not saying much more.

The brothers seemed worried about disturbing Chu Qing and his companions, leaning their bodies outward as much as possible, almost half inside the temple, half in the snow.

One piece at a time, they took meat to eat, enjoying it very much.

Once the water boiled, Chu Qing poured them two cups, which they drank clean without fearing the heat.

Watching nightfall approach, the snow not only showed no sign of stopping, but it seemed to intensify, winds began to pick up...

The brothers exchanged glances and changed their positions.

Chu Qing was initially puzzled, but once they sat, the chill breeze disappeared.

The brothers used their large bodies to block the cold wind for them.

Chu Qing chuckled silently, about to refuse... but suddenly looked up into the distance, and softly spoke:

"Two gentlemen, the people you were waiting to fight have arrived."

"Ah?"

The brothers looked at each other, puzzled by how Chu Qing knew?

Lost in thought, they heard a voice say:

"Why are there only two of you? Where are the rest?"

As the words were spoken, a figure leapt down and Chu Qing’s gaze froze:

"Hey? Why is it you again?"