My Martial Dao Has No Bottlenecks

Three days later, Mrs. Qiao was buried. Liang Cheng did not attend; instead, Zhao Yuan accompanied Yang Wei.

The funeral was simple. The Qiao Family had few friends or relatives left, and most of the attendees were neighbors who had once received Madam Qiao’s kindness. Very few others came.

If Liang Cheng had come, the funeral would likely not have been so desolate.

Yang Wei presided over the entire ceremony, his back ramrod straight, performing every rite with meticulous care. Qiao Zhi, dressed in heavy mourning clothes, followed behind the coffin. She did not cry from beginning to end, but her face was frighteningly pale, and she kept a hand gently protectively over her lower abdomen.

The coffin was lowered, the grave was filled, and the headstone was set in place.

Once everything was finished, the crowd dispersed.

Yang Wei stood before the new grave in silence for a long while before finally turning to look at Qiao Zhi.

"Zhi’Er, come back with me to Linhai Town. It’s peaceful there and a good place to rest during your pregnancy. Lin Wu City is too big for you to handle."

Qiao Zhi shook her head.

She gazed at the headstone, her voice soft but devoid of inflection. "Mother is gone. I’m all that’s left of the Qiao Family. If I leave, the Qiao Family will truly be no more."

"I can..."

"Father."

It was the first time Qiao Zhi had called him that, and the word sent a jolt through Yang Wei. "I understand now. Some burdens shouldn’t be shouldered by force. I know my own limits."

She turned to look at Yang Wei, her eyes filled with exhaustion.

"I don’t hate you, nor do I hate Senior Brother Liang. This is the path I chose, the man I married. This is a debt I must repay myself."

"I will give birth to this child and raise them well. The Qiao Family’s shops still stand, and I will learn to manage them. I don’t seek to restore our family’s prestige; I only wish for us to live a peaceful, stable life."

She paused, her voice growing even softer:

"Please, take care of yourself."

With that, she curtsied to Yang Wei. Then, supported by an old family servant, she slowly made her way down the burial hill.

Yang Wei remained where he was, watching his daughter’s retreating figure. He opened his mouth to speak, but ultimately, no words came out.

He stood there for a long time, until the sun sank below the western horizon. Only then did he slowly turn. With Zhao Yuan by his side, he cast one last glance at the new grave mound and strode away.

His figure was still upright, yet it exuded an air of desolation.

...

On the day Yang Wei left Lin Wu City, Liang Cheng and Zhao Yuan went to see him off. Liang Cheng said little, simply pressing a vial of Elixirs for nourishing the Meridians into his hand.

"Master, take care."

Yang Wei clapped him on the shoulder and boarded the carriage.

"You too. Don’t always try to shoulder everything alone. You carry too many burdens in your heart. But given the Martial Arts Academy’s current stance, you can rely on them for support."

With those final words of advice, the carriage gradually receded, disappearing at the far end of the official road.

Liang Cheng stood there for a moment before turning back toward the city.

Just as he reached the gate of Courtyard Three on True Inheritance Peak, he saw a man standing with a sword cradled in his arms. It was the newly promoted True Disciple of the Martial Arts Academy, Wang Teng.

"Junior Brother Wang."

"Senior Brother Liang."

Wang Teng cupped his fist in salute, his eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "Last time we met, you said you had an injury to your lung meridians and couldn’t fight. Seeing as you’ve now suppressed Xu Tianxing, I presume your injuries are healed."

He was direct and held nothing back. "My deployment to the Dongshan Mine is imminent. I ask you, Senior Brother, to fight me."

Liang Cheng looked at him.

’After breaking through to the True Qi Realm, the sharp, unyielding spirit in Wang Teng’s eyes hasn’t diminished in the slightest. His aura has also become more condensed; it’s clear he has progressed during this time.’

"Alright."

Liang Cheng did not refuse this time.

The two faced off in a secluded valley behind True Inheritance Peak. There were no spectators—it was purely a spar in the Martial Dao.

Wang Teng’s sword was swift, carrying a resolute intent of destroying to rebuild. As his Sword Qi crisscrossed the air, faint explosive sounds could be heard.

The Soaring Cloud Technique he cultivated was a top-tier Inner Cultivation Method, producing True Qi that was both pure and sharp. Combined with the Hundred-refined Long Sword in his hand, his assault was like a surging tide.

But Liang Cheng merely stood in place. He did not even draw his saber.

Against Wang Teng’s Sword Qi assault, his physique, at the level of Golden Armor Realm Perfection, sustained only faint white marks. With his True Qi as vast as the sea from reaching Great Success in the Broken Wave Technique, he stood as immovable as a mountain, no matter how fiercely the Sword Qi struck.

After thirty moves, Liang Cheng no longer held back and threw a punch.

The punch surged forward like a raging tide, its force stacking in layer upon layer. Nine levels of Wave Force converged into one and slammed into the flat of Wang Teng’s blocking sword.

CLANG—!

The long sword shook violently. Wang Teng retreated seven consecutive steps, the web of his hand splitting open as blood streamed down his arm.

He steadied his stance and looked down at the long sword still humming in his hand. He then looked up at Liang Cheng, the fighting spirit in his eyes slowly replaced by admiration.

"I’ve lost."

He sheathed his sword and wiped the blood from his hand, his expression candid. "The gap is wider than I thought. Your strength is far superior to mine."

Liang Cheng shook his head. "You’ve only just entered the True Qi Realm and still have a great deal of potential. Once your Realm stabilizes, you may not be my inferior."

But Wang Teng smiled. "A loss is a loss. There’s no need for consolation. Still, this battle was worth it. At the very least, it showed me the path forward. The next time we meet, Senior Brother, your victory might not come so easily."

He paused, his expression suddenly growing serious. "Senior Brother Liang, I came today for more than just a spar. There is another matter."

"Speak."

"The Martial Arts Academy has decided that I will succeed you in the post of Town Guardian for the Dongshan Mine."

Wang Teng watched him, continuing only when he saw that Liang Cheng had no strong reaction. "The Dean and Master Lü discussed this. It’s not advisable for you to return to the Dongshan Mine. You are to lie low for a time."

"But don’t worry, you will not lose a single coin of your share of the annual profits. I have my own mission stipend from the Martial Arts Academy for this assignment. The revenue from the Dongshan Mine will still go to you."

Liang Cheng still showed no reaction. Lü Bingchen had already mentioned this to him; he just hadn’t expected his replacement to be Wang Teng.

Wang Teng continued, "I know it wasn’t easy for you, Zhao Yuan, and the others to run the Dongshan Mine. Rest assured, with me there, it won’t fall into chaos. The Martial Arts Academy is sending me to stabilize the situation completely. The Fire Worship Sect will not be able to get its hands on it again. Not unless I’m dead."

Liang Cheng was taken aback. He hadn’t expected Wang Teng to say something like that. After a moment of silence, he cupped his fist. "Then I leave it in your hands, Junior Brother Wang."

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