Chapter 132: The Mysterious Old Beggar Reappears

Chapter 132: The Mysterious Old Beggar Reappears

The creature, a true monster, possessed an astonishing regenerative ability.

Zhao Zheng was utterly amazed!

No wonder the old beggar had advised him not to provoke the Imperial Court unless he reached the realm of an Earthly Immortal.

The demons already boasted formidable physiques, and with such incredible recovery abilities, they held a significant advantage over martial artists.

Only by attaining the Earthly Immortal realm and harnessing the power of heaven and earth's energy could one hope to defeat these monsters.

"Surprised?" the monster asked, noticing Zhao Zheng's astonishment.

Zhao Zheng's expression prompted a sinister smile from the monster, "We, the Supreme Clan, are immortal. You mortals are born to be our slaves and food."

Zhao Zheng remained unmoved by such crude provocation.

Intrigued, he asked, "The Supreme Clan? How many of you are there?"

The monster laughed, "Infinite!"

Its intelligence was indeed impressive.

Perhaps, being the Governor of Guangdong and Guangxi wasn't solely due to their status.

"Your self-healing ability, is it limited?" Zhao Zheng inquired.

Zhao Zheng beckoned to the monster, "Come! Let me see your limits!"

The monster, sensing his intent, narrowed its eyes and charged at Zhao Zheng once more.

...

The monster's martial arts prowess was likely in the initial stages of the Spirit Refining realm.

In terms of strength, it was no match for Zhao Zheng.

However, its robust physique and exceptional self-healing abilities allowed it to hold its ground against Zhao Zheng, resulting in a back-and-forth battle.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Their fight shook the heavens and the earth.

Within moments, the courtyard was in ruins.

Noticing the monster's lack of aggression, Zhao Zheng realized it might be buying time.

Perhaps its reinforcements were on their way.

He could handle one monster, but if more of the same caliber joined the fray, he would be at a disadvantage.

Understanding the situation, Zhao Zheng knew further delay would be detrimental.

"Ssss!"

A sonic boom tore through the air.

The monster, seizing the moment of Zhao Zheng's distraction, lunged with a claw aimed at his face.

Zhao Zheng slightly tilted his head, dodging the attack on his face, but his body remained exposed.

"Pffft!"

The monster's sharp claws ripped through Zhao Zheng's crimson robe, leaving three bloody streaks across his chest.

However.

The monster, successful in its strike, showed no joy. Instead, it had a foreboding feeling.

As expected.

A palm, silent as a whisper, pressed against its chest.

The monster realized its mistake.

Zhao Zheng's distraction had been a ruse.

He intended to trade injuries to quickly end the fight.

Despite understanding, it was too late to evade.

"Roar!"

Accompanied by a majestic dragon's roar, a powerful palm strike instantly pierced its body.

The Eighteen Palms of the Divine Dragon! The monster was sent flying, and as it hit the ground, a gaping hole appeared in its chest, oozing ink-green blood.

"Howl!"

The monster, in agony, let out a painful cry.

Such an injury, even with its terrifying regenerative abilities, would be challenging to heal.

It glared at Zhao Zheng, its eyes fixed on the human.

Since its birth, no human had dared to challenge it so boldly.

...

On the other side.

Witnessing the monster's resilience, its chest torn open yet still alive and energetic, Zhao Zheng sighed and decided to disengage.

He called out, "Haitang!"

Song Haitang, prepared for this moment, immediately leaped to Zhao Zheng's side.

"Let's go."

Zhao Zheng embraced Song Haitang and, with his enhanced strength, swiftly departed using light body techniques.

With his current power, carrying someone while using light body skills was effortless.

The monster could only watch helplessly as the pair disappeared.

The hole in its chest significantly hindered its pursuit.

Without full recovery, catching up was impossible.

"Your Excellency!"

At that moment.

The monster's subordinate finally arrived.

Seeing the shattered chest of the monster, the subordinate's face paled, and he immediately knelt on one knee, "Your Excellency, I'm late. Please forgive me!"

The monster glared coldly at its subordinate, wishing to devour his heart for nourishment.

However, considering the subordinate's efficiency, it hesitated to consume him.

"I'm fine!" the monster coldly replied, then asked, "Where's the Divine Envoy?"

The subordinate, relieved, knew his life was spared, at least for now.

"I've sent the signal. The Divine Envoy is on their way."

"Tell them to hurry!"

The monster, the Governor, spoke gravely, "This is a big catch. We can't let him escape."

...

Zhao Zheng, with one arm around Song Haitang's slender waist, swiftly maneuvered through the city using his body techniques.

In less than half an hour, they had left Foshan.

But Zhao Zheng didn't stop; he continued running.

After two hours of running and covering over a hundred kilometers, his true energy depleted, he finally halted.

"Haitang, are you alright?" Zhao Zheng asked.

After two hours of running at full speed, not only was the air resistance significant, but the journey was also bumpy.

Fortunately, Song Haitang also possessed a considerable number of Spirit Energy Points and had trained in martial arts, currently at the Bright Qi Realm. Otherwise, she might not have been able to endure it.

"I'm fine!"

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Song Haitang spoke, her gaze shifting to Zhao Zheng's chest, concern evident as she asked, "How are you?"

"It's just a superficial wound," Zhao Zheng replied nonchalantly.

In front of them stood a dilapidated temple.

Zhao Zheng suggested, "Let's go over there and rest for a while."

Song Haitang had no objections and nodded in agreement.

They had only taken a few steps when Zhao Zheng furrowed his brows and halted.

His gaze turned towards the dark forest on the left, and he shouted, "Who's hiding in there? Come out!"

Song Haitang was startled and quickly looked in the direction of the forest, but she couldn't see anything.

The next moment, a voice of surprise echoed from within the forest:

"I never imagined that in just a short span of over ten days, you've managed to grow to this extent. Even the term 'one-in-a-million martial arts genius' falls short of describing you."

As the voice trailed off, a figure emerged from the forest.

The person's hair was disheveled like dried grass, and their clothes were tattered and dirty, clearly resembling an old beggar.

Song Haitang was trying to guess the person's identity and intentions when Zhao Zheng, standing beside her, exclaimed in delight:

"Old Brother, it's you!"

Indeed, this old beggar was the same mysterious old beggar that Zhao Zheng had encountered in Shanghai.

Zhao Zheng carefully observed the old beggar, but to his surprise, even with his current vision, he couldn't discern the old beggar's aura.

He was astonished. Could this old beggar be a Landly God?

"Don't stare! I have the skill of Concealing Qi, so you won't be able to see anything." The old beggar said, "If I didn't have some skill in hiding, I wouldn't have survived this long."

Zhao Zheng dared not underestimate him and politely asked, "Old Brother, have you reached the Divine Sight Realm?"

"If I could see the divine, I would have stormed the Imperial Court and killed that old witch long ago," the old beggar quipped, then added, "My martial arts realm is still inferior to yours!"

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng nodded slightly.

Whether the old beggar's words were true or not didn't matter much.

"Old Brother, how did you get here? Did you follow us?" Zhao Zheng asked.

"I can't keep up with your pace," the old beggar said. "I just came here early to wait for you."

"Oh?" Zhao Zheng was surprised. "You can predict our arrival?"

The old beggar nodded. "My ancestor passed down a secret divination technique, which indeed allows me to know a bit more than ordinary people."

"So, you're waiting for us here, which means you have something to tell us?"

"Yes, I have something important to remind you of."

The old beggar pointed to Zhao Zheng's chest wound and said, "You shouldn't have gotten this injury. The claws of those demons leave a certain scent, and no matter how far their prey escapes, they can track them down."

Zhao Zheng was taken aback by this information, which was completely new to him.

No wonder there was no information about demons and monsters.

It seemed that all Extraordinary Beings who encountered these demons might ultimately fall victim to them!

At that moment, the old beggar threw a bottle towards Zhao Zheng and said, "Apply this medicine to cover the wound and hide the demonic scent, so they won't be able to track you."

Zhao Zheng caught the bottle but didn't apply the medicine.

Instead, he asked, "Old Brother, I want to know how to break through to the Divine Sight Realm?"

"If I could reach that realm and see the divine, I'd welcome those demons to come after me."

The old beggar replied, "Divine Sight Realm practitioners possess great fortune, born to face tribulations. To reach that realm, you must first gain the recognition of heaven and earth!"

"Old Brother, can you explain it more clearly?" Zhao Zheng frowned. "How can I gain the recognition of heaven and earth?"

"There are many ways to gain this recognition, but I can offer you the most straightforward method."

The old beggar instructed, "You can make a vow to heaven, set a grand aspiration, and if you gain the recognition of heaven and earth, you'll attain the Divine Sight Realm."

After a pause, the old beggar added, "For instance, your previous idea of eradicating the demons in the Imperial Court is an excellent aspiration."

Zhao Zheng was taken aback. "If it's that simple, I can swear the oath now."

"Not now," the old beggar said. "It's already late. Who would witness your oath at this hour?"

As he spoke, the old beggar looked up at the sky and continued, "Tomorrow will be a good day. At noon, I'll come to find you and help you set up an altar and make your vow!"

As his words fell, the old beggar vanished, his movement technique impressive.

Zhao Zheng's keen vision allowed him to see that the old beggar's movement technique was indeed formidable.

During their conversation, Song Haitang had remained silent.

Now, she asked, "Who is this old gentleman?"

"A remarkable person," Zhao Zheng replied with a smile. "His help has been invaluable to my current achievements."

Then, he applied the medicine the old beggar had given him to his wound.

Zhao Zheng trusted the old beggar.

If the old beggar had ill intentions, he wouldn't have needed to poison him; he could have done so half a month ago.

(End of Chapter)

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