Chapter 0570 Martial Arts Supremacy

Chapter 0570: Clash of Martial Paths

Qin Yun knew well that within the Divine Armament City, there were strict laws, and breaking them would bring severe consequences.

At that moment, those disciples from noble families suddenly attacked him, clearly violating the city's rules.

Their attacks were extremely vicious, charging at Qin Yun with strikes aimed at his vital points.

Qin Yun had long been boiling with rage, and now that he was being attacked so ruthlessly, he retaliated fiercely.

With a series of blistering palm blows, he sent all the attacking clan members flying, blood gushing from their lips.

The disciples struck by Qin Yun erupted with bones snapping like firecrackers, shattered by his blows.

"Qin Yun, you're ruthless!"

Soon after, several more disciples at the Spiritual Martial Realm launched an all-out attack on Qin Yun.

"You attacked me first!" Qin Yun snapped back in fury. Despite being the one attacked, he was accused of cruelty.

Chu Binyu doubled back immediately.

After exchanging a few moves with those two Spiritual Martial Realm disciples, Qin Yun was separated by Chu Binyu.

At the same time, two black-robed middle-aged men suddenly appeared.

Their faces darkened as they looked at the injured clan members.

"Unauthorised fights are strictly forbidden within the Immortal Armament Palace! You have all violated the sect's rules!" one of the middle-aged men said coldly, glaring at Qin Yun.

These two black-robed men were members of the Dharma Protector Hall.

"Gentlemen, our disciples merely wished to spar with Qin Yun. Who knew he would be so brutal, shattering their bones outright!" A clan elder quickly stepped forward to explain.

"Enough excuses. We saw everything that happened here through the Spirit-Eye Pearl!" one of the black-robed men snapped. "Unauthorised fighting within the palace gets you three years of imprisonment!"

"Sirs, I was only defending myself!" Qin Yun hurriedly argued.

"With your strength, you could have fled instead of retaliating!" one of the men said sternly. "Had you escaped without fighting back, you wouldn't be in any trouble!"

Qin Yun glanced at the elders of the clan factions, seething silently.

Even Chu Binyu dared not oppose the Dharma Protector Hall and could only watch as Qin Yun was taken away.

The crowd sighed in dismay. Qin Yun had survived seven days of torture by fire unscathed, only to violate the sect's rules and face three years of imprisonment.

Three whole years down the drain.

...

Qin Yun, along with several Spiritual Martial Realm clan members and over a dozen Ninth Layer Martial Path disciples, were taken to a dungeon.

Each was placed in a separate cell.

Opposite Qin Yun's cramped cell—barely six feet wide—were the cells of the two clan members.

The cells were small square rooms with barred doors, allowing a clear view inside.

"You're truly willing to throw away three years just to imprison me!" Qin Yun taunted the man across from him, clad in green robes. "You're at the Spiritual Martial Realm. Is wasting three years of your time worth it?"

"Qin Yun, our family will make it up to us once we get out!"

"But what about you? Who will make it up to you? That Saber and Sword Villa you’re backed by?"

Qin Yun sneered, "I don’t need anyone’s help! I can still train here!"

"With only one spiritual meridian? Can you even absorb spiritual energy here? What a joke!" The blue-robed man mocked, "Qin Yun, losing three years will make you miss the Martial Arts Championship."

"You have no idea how big this Martial Arts Championship is. It’s the biggest martial arts showdown in Aoxing State, drawing top fighters from the Ninth Layer Martial Path and Spirit Martial Realm!"

"Achieving a good ranking can earn you divine inheritance or even heavenly-grade martial arts!"

"It’s run by the Qiweng Hall, and we absolutely can’t let you participate!"

Listening to these two disciples, Qin Yun grew even angrier.

Breaking out wouldn’t be hard for him, but he feared getting banned from re-entering Immortal Armory City in the future.

Stuck like this, he could only blame his own misfortune.

Qin Yun kept busy even in jail.

He took out a saber and drilled the Mortal Saber Manual in the cramped space.

Since he had to serve three years here, he planned to get the Mortal Saber Manual down cold.

For Qin Yun, three years was still a long time.

His original plans had been disrupted.

Now, all he could do was shore up his basics to ensure a smoother breakthrough into the Spirit Martial Realm.

Two or three days after Qin Yun was imprisoned, word spread across Immortal Armory City.

The Medicine Immortal Valley and the Canghuo Immortal Mountain, who had originally intended to trouble Qin Yun, had to put their plans on hold for three years.

The Martial Arts Championship would also be held in ten months.

Qin Yun’s inability to participate in this championship took a weight off many shoulders.

Given his strength, he’d crush the Ninth Layer competition.

Many sects and noble families didn’t want a freak like Qin Yun to compete.

...

Today, the vast square before the gates of the Immortal Armory Palace was packed and buzzing.

It was a day like no other.

Legend had it that long ago, a former sect master of Immortal Armory City stepped down when his disciple got beat by his junior brother’s disciple, handing the reins to his junior brother.

But he held a grudge, so every thousand years, he would return.

Each time, he brought along a few outstanding young disciples he had trained to challenge the younger generation of Immortal Armory City.

Besides martial contests, it was said that Qiweng contests and other events would also be held.

The Celestial Armory City would always accept the challenge and had to win.

Because if the Celestial Armory City lost, they would have to hand over their mysterious Celestial Artifact to their former sect master.

Now, the former sect master showed up right on time at the gates of the Celestial Armory Palace with his disciples.

Any elder who knew the Celestial Armory City well understood this event.

Thus, whenever this time came, they’d show up early to watch the fight.

This way, they could also see how strong the Celestial Armory City’s disciples were.

At the entrance of the Celestial Armory Palace stood several black-robed elders.

Everyone knew that within the Celestial Armory Palace, the black-robed elders were from the Dharma Protector Hall.

But Liu Jingmeng was an exception. She wore a simple white dress and ducked shyly behind an old woman, with so many eyes on her.

Most of the crowd were strangers to Liu Jingmeng.

She just got nervous around new people—within the Celestial Armory Palace, she often saw her fellow disciples and gradually grew accustomed to them.

Many of the younger generation also caught sight of the former sect master of the Celestial Armory City.

He was a burly old man dressed in rough gray robes, his wild gray hair blowing in the wind.

His deep, aged eyes pierced sharply as they fixed on Liu Jingmeng.

Hands behind his back and a faint smile, he looked at Liu Jingmeng and said, "So this is the exceptionally talented Liu Jingmeng? By the way, why hasn’t your sect master come out?"

"The sect master is in seclusion and cannot appear! Ying Chengyu, a thousand years have gone by—I can’t believe you’re still alive!" The old woman chuckled lightly.

"I absolutely cannot die until I defeat you once!" Ying Chengyu’s booming laugh filled the air, laced with quiet power.

"Too bad I didn’t get to see your sect master! I really wanted to witness his expression when he loses!" Ying Chengyu laughed. "But it doesn’t matter—as long as I win, just hand over that Celestial Artifact to me!"

"Ying Chengyu, here’s something you should know. Our former sect master has passed away. The new sect master wants no part in this, so he entered seclusion early." The old woman’s words sent murmurs through the crowd.

Among today’s spectators were elders from other immortal sects or star palaces, all of whom were very familiar with the Celestial Armory City’s former sect master.

No one saw that coming—such a powerhouse, gone!

"How did he die?" Ying Chengyu’s expression suddenly turned sorrowful, his eyes filled with melancholy.

"He died of old age." The old woman sighed softly.

Many of the elders present, who had lived for centuries, shivered at that, a chill running through them.

Even the mighty former sect master of the Celestial Armory City could not escape the fate of a finite lifespan.

Many pursued martial arts not just for supreme power but, more importantly, for eternal life.

Ying Chengyu sighed deeply and looked up at the sky. "Very well. Since he is gone, this will be my final challenge against the Celestial Armory City!"

It was clear that Ying Chengyu was just holding a grudge—he bore no deep resentment toward the Celestial Armory City.

Over the years, none of the young disciples he trained had ever defeated those of the Celestial Armory City.

But this time, he was confident that his disciple could finally triumph over the Celestial Armory City’s younger generation.

"Ying Chengyu, the usual rules?" the elderly woman asked.

"I've brought three disciples, each a master in their field—talisman-making, artifact forging, and totem carving!"

Ying Chengyu shook off his melancholy and glanced at the three tall, good-looking young men behind him.

Being young prodigies, these three wore their pride on full display, unashamedly etched into their expressions.

"Totem carving?" The elderly woman from Immortal Weapon City frowned.

"Indeed! We’ve never competed in this before—let’s settle this now! What, are you afraid?" A hint of smugness flashed across Ying Chengyu’s aged face.

"Of course not!" The elderly woman chuckled. "Let’s begin now! For now, we’ll only send one person!"

Ying Chengyu looked at Liu Jingmeng and grinned. "I’ve looked into your situation—seems like this little girl is all you've got! By the way, that fellow named Qin Yun was quite skilled in totem carving. Why isn’t he here?"

"He violated our sect’s rules and is serving a three-year sentence!" the elderly woman said coldly.

Qin Yun’s imprisonment was common knowledge.

This made Ying Chengyu laugh even more heartily. "Fine, if you think this little girl can beat me, have it your way! This is my final challenge against you—your Celestial Artifact will be mine!"