Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint

Han Xiong’s face was ashen, and his aura was incredibly weak. It was clear that Chen Qing’s final spear strike had not only shattered his Body-Protecting True Astral and Inner Armor but had also inflicted severe trauma upon his meridians and internal organs.

Chen Qing paid Han Xiong no more mind, turning his gaze to Steward Wu not far away. He spoke calmly, "Steward Wu, the match is decided. About the Contribution Points...?"

Steward Wu nodded. "Rest assured, Nephew Chen. This was a public, wagered duel, and we served as witnesses. You will not be shorted your Contribution Points."

With that, he beckoned over another steward dressed in the robes of Wanxiang Hall.

The steward took out a special Jade Token and connected it with Chen Qing’s Identity Jade Token, appearing to check and calculate something.

A moment later, the Wanxiang Hall steward’s expression turned peculiar. He whispered a few words to Steward Wu via voice transmission.

Steward Wu’s brow furrowed slightly. His gaze then swept toward Luo Chengxuan, who was about to leave with Shen Xinrou. He sent a voice transmission, "Luo Zhenchuan, a moment please. Wanxiang Hall’s audit shows that the Contribution Points under Han Xiong’s name, including his temporary withdrawal limit, total eleven thousand, seven hundred and eighty-seven. He is still short eighteen thousand, two hundred and thirteen Contribution Points."

Luo Chengxuan’s steps halted abruptly. He snapped his head around to glare at the unconscious Han Xiong, cursing inwardly, ’More trouble than you’re worth, you useless trash!’

Han Xiong’s tyrannical behavior had already drawn widespread criticism for this challenge. Now, not only had he suffered a crushing defeat, but if he couldn’t even pay the wager, the Mystic Sun Lineage and he, Luo Chengxuan, would be utterly disgraced!

Everyone knew Han Xiong was one of his most capable subordinates. If this matter wasn’t handled properly, he would become a laughingstock in the Sect.

"How much is he short?" Luo Chengxuan asked, his voice low and heavy.

"Eighteen thousand, two hundred and thirteen Contribution Points," Steward Wu replied via voice transmission.

Luo Chengxuan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to strangle Han Xiong. "Transfer it from my account to Chen Qing!" he said coldly.

After speaking, he couldn’t even be bothered with pleasantries. With a flick of his sleeve, he and Shen Xinrou departed in a hurry.

Seeing this, Steward Wu delayed no longer. After completing the procedure with the other Wanxiang Hall steward, he said to Chen Qing, "It’s all registered. A total of thirty thousand Contribution Points have been transferred to your Identity Jade Token."

Only then did a hint of a smile appear on Chen Qing’s face. He cupped his fist and said, "Excellent. Thank you, Steward Wu. I appreciate your trouble."

"It’s merely my duty."

Steward Wu waved his hand, his gaze on Chen Qing now holding a much deeper meaning.

Chen Qing said no more. He put away his Diancang Spear and walked straight off the Seven-Star Platform.

The moment he stepped off the platform, Qu River came to meet him, a smile of undisguised admiration on his face. "You’ve given me—given the entire True Martial Lineage—a huge surprise today! I never imagined that not only is your Spear Technique exquisite, but you’ve also cultivated your Body Refining Martial Arts to such a terrifying degree!"

"You flatter me, Brother. It was just a stroke of luck," Chen Qing replied humbly with a cupped fist, his expression still calm.

Qu River knew this wasn’t the place for a private conversation, with so many people and prying eyes around. He smiled and said, "Go talk with your fellow disciples for now. Come find me later."

With that, he nodded to Chen Qing and took his leave.

As soon as Qu River left, Meng Qianxue, Wu Anren, Shen Xiuyong, Qiao Hongyun, Nie Shanshan, Zhu Yu, and the others who had been waiting nearby immediately surrounded him.

"Junior Brother Chen, congratulations!"

Meng Qianxue was the first to speak. She looked at Chen Qing and said with deep feeling, "Today’s battle was truly a sight to behold!"

The others also congratulated Chen Qing.

Nie Shanshan shot a glance at Meng Qianxue, whether intentionally or not, before lowering her head.

Zhu Yu, meanwhile, followed behind the group with an excited expression, feeling a sense of shared glory as he watched Chen Qing in the center of the crowd.

Chen Qing responded to everyone’s congratulations one by one with a smile, his attitude remaining modest.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with the group, Chen Qing excused himself on the grounds of needing to regulate his breathing, left the boisterous Seven-Star Platform, and returned to his small courtyard on Xu Wang Mountain.

However, though he had departed, everything that had happened on the Seven-Star Platform spread through the Celestial Treasure Upper Sect at an astonishing speed.

...

「Nine Heavens Peak, in a Quiet Chamber.」

Lu Chenming sat cross-legged, the Nine Heavens True Astral around him flowing like iridescent clouds, his aura deep and focused.

Just then, a faint sound from outside the Quiet Chamber interrupted his Cultivation.

Lu Chenming’s brow twitched. Slowly Finishing the Practice, he suppressed the churning qi and blood within him, along with a trace of annoyance. "What is it?" he asked, his voice heavy.

A disciple of the Nine Heavens Vein answered respectfully from outside, "Brother Lu, there’s news from Xu Wang Mountain concerning the new True Successor Candidate, Chen Qing."

"Chen Qing?"

Lu Chenming had a vague impression of the name. He was a True Successor Candidate selected from Xu Wang Mountain, one who seemed to have decent potential, but his Cultivation was still shallow, so Lu Chenming hadn’t paid him much attention.

"What about him? Did he pass the thirtieth floor?" he guessed, a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

The thirtieth floor was the threshold for a True Successor Candidate, but to him, it hardly constituted a threat.

The disciple outside hesitated for a moment. "It’s not about the tower... He fought Brother Han of the Mystic Sun Lineage in a public duel on the Seven-Star Platform... and won."

"Oh?"

Lu Chenming’s eyes flew open, a sharp glint flashing within them before disappearing. "Han Xiong lost? Lost to that Mid-stage Astral Force, Chen Qing? Is this news reliable?"

This was far beyond his expectations.

While Han Xiong was no match for him—someone who had achieved Foundation Establishment with a Supreme Heart Method—he was still a veteran at Astral Force Perfection. He had been immersed in that realm for three years and possessed a profound foundation. How could he possibly lose to someone in the Mid-stage Astral Force?

"It’s absolutely true. Many of our fellow brothers saw it with their own eyes. The report says that not only has Chen Qing comprehended the Mountain, Thunder, and Rain Three Stances and integrated them into his Spear Technique, but he has also cultivated an extremely profound Body Refining Technique. His physique is abnormally powerful; he directly withstood Brother Han’s Double Hammers without being defeated. And in the end... he even used the True Martial Demon-Vibrating Spear, grievously wounding Brother Han in a single strike."

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