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Chapter 141: Shocking Retreat, Entering the City, The Ma Family Overjoyed
Wei Shanhai was equally stunned by the scene before him.
The way Old Doctor had frozen Wang Cangyi’s Sword Qi—though not perfectly—bore a striking resemblance to the legendary Xian Tian Ling Yu.
But Xian Tian Ling Yu was said to be a realm only attainable by the greatest masters who had fully mastered the Xian Tian Jing.
And yet, the power displayed by Old Doctor was… noticeably weaker.
Legends claimed that true Xian Tian Ling Yu, once awakened, allowed one to command absolute control over the entire battlefield. In such a state, annihilating a sword qi would require nothing more than a mere thought.
There would be no need to freeze it first, then slowly erode it.
Still, regardless of the difference in power, what Old Doctor had just done was far beyond the reach of a mere Xian Tian Initial Stage cultivator.
Thus, both the Xian Tian Jing warriors and the Cloth-Clothed Youth atop the City Wall were utterly speechless.
As for the other martial artists, their jaws had long since dropped.
They had never witnessed anything so divine, so beyond the boundaries of martial comprehension.
"Master’s martial talent truly is extraordinary," Lu Qing thought quietly, nodding in approval.
He had seen Master dismantle Wang Cangyi’s devastating attack with a single move.
Among all the martial artists present, he was the only one not utterly amazed.
After all, he possessed Abilities. He already knew that Master had glimpsed even a sliver of Xian Tian Ling Yu.
After all, the combat technique Master practiced was left behind by Li Weitian—the supreme master who had achieved Xian Tian Perfection.
How could such a technique be ordinary?
Still, Lu Qing himself had not yet reached Xian Tian Jing. He had been uncertain whether even a mere hint of domain consciousness could stand against someone like Wang Cangyi, who had spent decades cultivating within the Xian Tian Jing.
Now, however, the truth was clear: a domain is a domain.
Even a faint whisper of its power was more than enough to overwhelm a mere Xian Tian Initial Stage cultivator.
"Would you like to continue fighting?" Old Doctor, having shattered Wang Cangyi’s Xian Tian Sword Qi, exhaled inwardly, finally feeling a sense of relief.
"Who… exactly are you, elder?" Wang Cangyi stared at Old Doctor, a chill creeping into his heart. His tone had shifted—no longer dismissive, now laced with respect.
To achieve Ling Yu consciousness at the Xian Tian Initial Stage… such a feat could only belong to someone from the most elite factions.
Only the greatest and oldest powers could harbor such monsters.
The realization struck him like lightning—what if he had just insulted a force far beyond his reckoning?
Tian Cang Sect was strong, yes—but compared to the ancient, deeply entrenched lineages that ruled the world, they were still mere children.
In the face of such an ancient heritage, Tian Cang Sect was still leagues behind.
"Who I am is irrelevant," Old Doctor said calmly. "I came here only to ask you to show restraint—refrain from wanton slaughter."
Wang Cangyi’s face twisted, shifting between fury and dread.
He had poured immense effort into cornering the Wei Family, even losing three disciples. To simply walk away now? Impossible.
But as he looked upon Old Doctor’s calm demeanor, and then at Wei Shanhai—watching him like a predator—Wang Cangyi realized the truth.
He had no power left to destroy the Wei Family.
To press on now would mean his own death.
At that moment, regret washed over him.
When he first arrived in Cang County, a senior from his sect had hinted at forming an alliance.
But he had refused—greed had blinded him. He believed he could dominate the situation alone.
Had he accepted that alliance, the Wei Family would already be his.
No complications. No near-death struggle.
But now, it was too late.
"Fine," Wang Cangyi finally said, voice tight. "I’ll honor your request. I’ll spare the Wei Family this time. Xiong Er, we’re leaving!"
Though he was a hundred-year-old Xian Tian Jing master, Wang Cangyi still had the will to cut his losses.
He knew when to retreat.
To continue would only risk provoking a powerful, mysterious force.
Better to save face now.
With a final, lingering glance at Wei Shanhai, Wang Cangyi sheathed his sword and turned away.
The Kuiwu Dahan wordlessly followed.
The remaining Tian Cang Sect disciples hurried after them.
"Did… did those villains really just leave?"
Wei Zian’s voice cracked with disbelief, breaking the silence.
"Naive child," Wei Xinghe chuckled. "Wang Cangyi couldn’t beat this Xian Tian Jing elder. What choice did he have?"
A weight lifted from his chest.
Earlier, faced with Wang Cangyi’s terrifying sword qi, he had truly believed they were all doomed.
"Thank you, savior," Wei Shanhai suddenly bowed deeply to Old Doctor. "You’ve saved our family from the brink of annihilation. We will never forget this grace."
Wei Xinghe, Wei Da Zong Guan, and the members of the Yin Yue Wei all bowed in solemn gratitude.
"Please, no need for such formality," Old Doctor waved it off. "I acted only from the heart. Nothing more."
He wasn’t surprised.
After decades of healing people, he’d received thanks too many times to be moved by them.
"Master, Ancestor," Wei Fu Ren gently reminded, "there are too many people here. We should return to the residence."
She knew the real reason Old Doctor had come—to treat the Ancestor’s injuries.
But that matter was not for public discussion.
"Right," Wei Shanhai realized. "My apologies. Please, honored guests, come to our residence. Allow me to repay your kindness with proper hospitality."
Old Doctor and the others accepted without hesitation.
The group began to move toward the city center.
At the City Gate, many martial artists still lingered—elite figures from various factions within the county.
But upon seeing the Wei Family, they all stepped aside without protest.
Tian Cang Sect was gone.
The Wei Family was once again the most dominant force in the county.
No one dared to challenge that.
Yet, as they stepped aside, all eyes remained fixed on Old Doctor and Lu Qing—memorizing their appearances.
Everyone knew the Wei Family had survived because of Old Doctor’s intervention.
A mysterious, powerful Xian Tian Jing master had saved them.
Who was he?
No one could resist curiosity.
But Old Doctor wore a Doubli—a mask that hid his face completely.
So people turned their attention to Lu Qing.
After all, defeating a Nei Fu Man Yuan Wu Dao Zong Shi with only Jin Gu Jing cultivation was astonishing in itself.
But as they watched, one martial artist nudged his companion.
"Ma Zuchang, that young man walking beside the legendary Xian Tian Jing—isn’t he… your Ma Gu?"
"I—I don’t know," the man stammered. He was a lean old man with a small goat beard, now dazed.
"Of course it’s him!" the other insisted. "I’ve known him since he was a child. Even if he hasn’t returned to the city in years, I’d recognize him anywhere!"
"Ma Zuchang! Congratulations!" a third man cried out. "Your Ma Gu is friends with that mysterious Xian Tian Jing master! He even escorted the Wei Family’s lady and Young Master An back! Your family might just be on the rise!"
The envy in the voice was unmistakable.
"This… this isn’t certain," Ma Zuchang muttered, trying to play it cool.
But as he pushed through the crowd, his mind spun.
He knew his son.
Just weeks ago, he’d sent Ma Gu to escort a supply convoy to Zhou Fu.
After that, Ma Gu never returned.
All he’d heard was that the city was too chaotic—Ma Gu was hiding out in the Big Market to stay safe.
And now?
He had just saved the Wei Family from total destruction.
The implications hit him like a thunderclap.
His family’s moment of glory might finally be here.
"Zhi Rui," the County Magistrate stood atop the City Wall, watching the Wei Family vanish into the city. His expression was grave. "Do you know who that masked Xian Tian Jing is?"
"Yes," the Cloth-Clothed Youth replied.
"Who?" the County Magistrate pressed.
"You’ll know soon enough," the youth said. "But I can tell you this—he’s someone you’ve met before."
"Someone I’ve met?" The County Magistrate’s eyes widened.
But the Cloth-Clothed Youth was already lost in thought, staring at Old Doctor’s retreating back.
In his eyes, there lingered a deep, unspoken awe.
Xian Tian Ling Yu…
How could a cultivator at the Initial Stage have touched such an essence?
Is this the power of merit?
(End of Chapter)
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