114: Chapter 114 Ze Tian Sect

Upon hearing this, Zhou Qi's eyes suddenly burst with a dazzling light.

Zheng Chen looked at him in disbelief and exclaimed, "To be able to hold out for a hundred moves against a Great Grandmaster before being defeated, Brother Zhou's Revered Master's strength is truly terrifying!"

Chen Zhiwen also revealed a hint of shock; as a Great Grandmaster, he naturally knew the gap between a Great Grandmaster and the Grandmaster Realm.

Ordinary experts at the Grandmaster Peak Realm would likely struggle to withstand even half a move from a Great Grandmaster.

Yet, Zhou Qi's Revered Master was able to exchange a hundred moves with a Great Grandmaster while only at the Grandmaster Peak Realm!

Although he was ultimately defeated, such strength was still inconceivable.

Feng Qingyang continued, "My Revered Master once said that the reason Senior Gu Jianchi failed to step into the Grandmaster Realm was ultimately because his obsession was too deep."

"If his internal obsession is not removed, the Grandmaster Realm will forever remain a moon reflected in a mirror to him."

"However, even so, Senior Gu Jianchi's strength should not be underestimated. Without a Great Grandmaster present, no one in the Desolate Province is his match."

"This is my Revered Master's evaluation of Senior Gu Jianchi."

Zhou Qi stood silently in place, an indescribably complex expression on his face.

"By the way, my Revered Master said that during their third sparring match, he discovered that Senior Gu Jianchi had hidden injuries in his body."

"I wonder if Senior Gu Jianchi has healed from those injuries now?" Feng Qingyang asked with concern.

Zhou Qi raised his head, his lips moved, and after a moment, he replied in a deep voice, "My Revered Master passed away a year ago."

"What?!" Feng Qingyang was shocked. "How is this possible? Although the hidden injuries in Senior Gu Jianchi's body were serious, they were not fatal. Why would he..."

Deep in Zhou Qi's eyes, a look of profound pain emerged. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "My Master never mentioned the hidden injuries you speak of."

"When I was seven years old, I joined the Solitary Sword Pavilion. At that time, Master's physical condition was already quite poor. However, despite this, Master tirelessly took me to every corner of the Desolate Province, passing on the Dao of the sword he had learned throughout his life to me."

"Just like that, year after year passed, and Master's body became worse and worse. Until a year ago, Master could finally walk no more. He called me to his bedside and, in his weak voice, urged me to bury his remains in his childhood hometown after he passed away."

Speaking of this, Zhou Qi's eyes became slightly moist. "So, I strictly followed Master's last wish, took his remains, and embarked on the journey back to his hometown. In the end, I buried Master's remains beside another tombstone in his hometown..."

Zhou Qi's words were like heavy hammers, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone fell silent, and an indescribable emotion lingered in their hearts. From Zhou Qi's account, they could perhaps hear, or even guess, the obsession in the heart of this Senior Gu Jianchi.

After a long while, seeing that everyone's mood was low, Zheng Chen walked to Zhou Qi's side, grabbed his shoulder, and sighed, "When you were in danger in Ten Thousand Swords City, I was curious why the experts of the Solitary Sword Pavilion didn't come forward to save you."

"At the time, I thought the Solitary Sword Pavilion didn't care about you, their Legacy Disciple. I didn't expect it to be like this."

"Sigh! If Senior Gu Jianchi were still alive back then, what would the Xiantian Sword Sect be worth?!"

Feng Qingyang suddenly spoke, "There are millions of Cultivators in the Desolate Province, and everyone aims to step into the Grandmaster Realm."

"But precisely because of this, they have forgotten all the other beautiful things in the world."

"Now that I think about it, if you lose those beautiful things, even if you eventually step into the Grandmaster Realm and become invincible, what does it matter?"

Zheng Chen chuckled, his bright eyes and white teeth shining as he said loudly, "Brother Feng, you are being too sentimental."

"I don't have your Comprehension Ability. My goal is very simple: become a Great Grandmaster, become the next Emperor of my Great Yu Imperial Dynasty, protect my people from the ravages of war, and live a peaceful little life."

Feng Qingyang looked directly at Zheng Chen, a smile playing on his lips. "With Brother Zheng's talent and status, becoming a Great Grandmaster and the Emperor of the Great Yu Imperial Dynasty is only a matter of time."

Speaking of this, Feng Qingyang suddenly turned to look at Chen Zhiwen. "I wonder what Brother Chen's goal is?"

Since his last trip traveling around the various places of the Desolate Province, Feng Qingyang had gained an understanding of all the Prodigies on the hidden dragon ranking.

The only person he couldn't see through was Chen Zhiwen.

Chen Zhiwen was simply too mysterious, so mysterious that even he, the Senior Brother of the Zetian Sect, could not see through him.

Seeing Feng Qingyang steer the topic to himself, Chen Zhiwen replied indifferently, "I have only one ambition: the Peak of the martial Dao!"

Upon hearing this, all the Prodigies present were shocked, staring blankly at Chen Zhiwen.

After a few breaths, everyone recovered from their shock.

"Brother Chen's ambition is truly remarkable!" Feng Qingyang stared deeply at Chen Zhiwen, his tone filled with a hint of admiration.

Perhaps if these words had come from someone else, Feng Qingyang would have only taken it as a joke.

But coming from Chen Zhiwen, Feng Qingyang inexplicably felt no absurdity at all, and even believed that he could actually achieve it.

Without continuing to discuss this topic, Feng Qingyang led Chen Zhiwen and the others to continue walking forward.

The group walked in the Juexia Valley for about half an hour when, suddenly, a dazzling beam of sunlight shone in from ahead, like a ray of hope piercing through the darkness.

Chen Zhiwen and the others followed the guidance of this sunlight, quickened their pace, and finally walked out of the Juexia Valley.

The scene before them left them amazed, as if they were in a secluded fairyland.

In the dense jungle, the trees were lush and green, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of grass and trees. Looking into the distance, not far from them, stood several mountain Peaks, circling each other like a giant Dragon coiled on the earth.

Mist swirled between the Peaks like thin gauze, adding a touch of mystery to the entire scene, while cranes flew flexibly among the Peaks.

When the warm sunlight fell on these Peaks, the mist was refracted by the sunlight into colorful rays of light, dreamy and intoxicating, making them forget the passage of time for a moment.

However, what attracted Chen Zhiwen and the others' attention the most was the towering mountain Peak behind these few Peaks.

Its summit pierced straight into the clouds, as if it had merged with the sky, making it impossible to estimate its true height. Even someone with excellent eyesight like Chen Zhiwen found it difficult to see how high the top of that mountain was.