207: Princess Weiyoung

There are an extremely large number of dojos within the Federation. Many newly established small dojos adopt a family inheritance system, while existences like Mitian Dojo are completely different.

Although its origin was founded by the now-deceased Mitian Martial God, after relocating to the Liuli Star System and continuously developing, multiple branches have emerged within the entire dojo, and the inherited martial arts styles are no longer limited to the Mitian lineage.

Aside from administrative personnel, each generation's Great Master of Mitian Dojo, during his tenure, is the most revered existence within the dojo, and can also be regarded as the current strongest on the surface of Mitian Dojo!

As Ji Yuan's words fell, the gazes of several people present all focused on the light screen above.

Drinking tea, watching a movie... at the same time.

The courtyard where Qin Jin resided was usually quite peaceful, but now there was a cacophony of noise.

A large group of people arrived in front of the courtyard, and seeing the closed door, their voices gradually quieted down.

After the few people in the lead exchanged glances, one of them, with a solemn expression, stepped forward and spoke, his powerful voice resounding in all directions.

"Mitian Dojo's Zhong Xuanwu is here to visit."

His voice was full of vigor.

One by one, gazes fell intently on the courtyard gate.

Although indignant, this was Mitian Dojo, and they were disciples of Mitian Dojo, representing its prestige.

They would never act rashly, burst in directly, or behave impolitely.

Otherwise, it would only make others laugh at them.

Outside the courtyard, there was a profound silence.

After waiting for dozens of seconds without a response, Zhong Xuanwu's expression darkened slightly, and he spoke again: "Qin Jin, please show yourself."

This time.

As his voice fell, the door quietly opened, and a voice came from within: "What is it?"

With that single sentence.

All eyes focused over.

A tall, young man with a handsome face stepped out from the courtyard.

He wore casual clothes, looking quite relaxed, but there was a serious expression in his brows, and occasionally flashes of light, reflecting power, flickered in his eyes, as if he was in the midst of some kind of deduction and calculation.

Qin Jin!

Seeing him finally appear, another person behind Zhong Xuanwu spoke: "Are you Qin Jin of Wu Yuan Academy?"

"Precisely."

Before their arrival, Qin Jin was engaged in cultivation and deduction.

Now, as the deduction gradually ceased, he scanned the entire scene with a calm voice: "What guidance do you have?"

Before him.

Zhong Xuanwu stared at him, his gaze profound, and slowly said: "Qin Jin."

He spoke his name, each word earnest: "The dojo's secret inheritance is about to begin, and you, an outsider, have taken one of the spots."

"I don't know what the dojo intends, and the dojo has bestowed upon me the grace of its inheritance, so I will not question it."

"I just want to know."

"What methods do you possess that allowed the dojo to break precedent for you, allowing you to participate in the secret inheritance, and I also want to know where I truly lost."

Speaking of this, his voice grew louder: "Mitian Dojo's Zhong Xuanwu, I ask for your guidance."

As his voice fell, a commotion arose among the arriving crowd.

Qin Jin's expression was calm as he looked at Zhong Xuanwu, clearly sensing that after his words fell, his own fighting spirit was continuously condensing, surging like a tide.

Shifting his gaze, he looked at the others at the front of the group: "Are your intentions the same as his?"

"Please enlighten us."

"I heard that Martial Abyss is quite renowned in the Corridor Star System, with martial arts geniuses emerging frequently.

I just want to broaden my horizons."

"How can an outsider easily participate in our Mitian Dojo's secret inheritance? If you want to participate, you must first pass my test."

One stone stirred up a thousand ripples.

Voices rose, filled with a sense of righteous indignation.

At the back of the group, some people even spoke up, fanning the flames.

Under the watchful eyes of all.

Qin Jin smiled calmly.

This feeling of being "condemned by a thousand people" was something he was experiencing for the first time.

With a sweep of his gaze, Qin Jin spoke: "Since that's the case, then come at me together."

His voice was steady, yet it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Zhong Xuanwu's eyes narrowed: "What did you say?!"

"I said, all of you, come at me."

"I am eager to cultivate and don't want to waste too much time."

As his voice resonated, Qin Jin's aura, no longer concealed, began to surge.

When his last sentence fell, a fierce wind stirred, and a spiritual pressure permeated the entire scene.

The majesty spread, and the entire scene fell silent.

It wasn't that they couldn't speak, but that they couldn't!

In the middle and back of the group, the accompanying dojo disciples felt as if a towering mountain weighed on their hearts, an immense pressure crushing them, making it difficult even to move a finger.

This kind of suppression, they had only felt from the teachers within the dojo.

And at the front of the team.

The true dojo elites leading this team had already mobilized their own strength to resist the moment the pressure struck, and their situation was slightly better.

Qin Jin was, after all, only acting on behalf of someone else, so besides suppressing them, he did not launch a spiritual attack.

In fact, this oppressive power was not even his full effort.

At this moment, his gaze swept over the front of the group, and his voice was calm: "Either retreat, or come forward."

"Hesitating like this, where is the bearing of a Martial Artist?"

As the words fell, a figure could no longer hold back.

Enduring the pressure, with his own power erupting, he charged forward.

The instant he neared Qin Jin's side.

He clearly saw Qin Jin turn his head and glance at him.

That single glance was like a thousand years; the changes in power reflected in his eyes, and in the next instant, his body suddenly flew backward, collapsing on the ground, unconscious.

At this moment, if someone were to examine him, they would be shocked to find that apart from being a little weak in breath, he had no injuries whatsoever.

Defeating the enemy without harming them.

This was the ultimate control over power.

The first figure flew backward, as if opening a floodgate.

The arriving dojo disciples all realized the extraordinary nature of this person, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot.

If they went forward, they might lose.

But if they didn't go forward and chose to retreat, for a Martial Artist, that would be more than just "losing."

Figures charged out.

The foremost figure was none other than Zhong Xuanwu.

His expression was extremely solemn, as his primordial power surged and evolved around him, emitting explosive sounds.

He leaped into the air, wielding a divine fist, and with a loud shout, he unleashed a punch.

The fist was behind, but the power had already erupted at the front, impacting everything.

Facing this scene.

Qin Jin merely raised his hand and pressed down.

Silently, the incoming force was neutralized.

Zhong Xuanwu clearly felt a force strike, intercepting him from the front, and then charging at him.

In the next instant, he lost consciousness.

He didn't even have time to consider how vast the gap was before he was already defeated.

In just a few breaths, the dull thuds of bodies hitting the ground continuously echoed.

Witnessed by the young disciples whose spirits were suppressed and unable to move, their senior brothers and sisters, who usually performed excellently in their eyes, fell to the ground like dolls.

"How... could this be?"

Under spiritual suppression, their thoughts were sluggish.

They couldn't show expressions of shock, but their hearts were already filled with awe.

At the same time.

On the mountaintop.

Not far from Ji Yuan, an elderly man with a weathered face but full of spirit put down his teacup, looked at the scene on the light screen, and shook his head: "He held back."

"Where did Martial Abyss find such a monster? Judging by his age, he's only seventeen, isn't he?"

"These disciples clearly can't force out his true strength."

Someone echoed, nodding: "Facing a Martial Artist, at a similar age, yet unable to even get close to him, the disparity is obvious."

"It's not their fault, though.

A young man so highly valued by Martial Abyss wouldn't be simple."

"For such a prodigy to participate in our Mitian Dojo's secret inheritance, it's a fortunate event for both sides."

"Give the order to prepare for the secret inheritance to begin."

While the others were conversing.

Ji Yuan, seated in the central main seat, gazed at the light screen, not uttering a word.

Seeing his actions, the other few people looked thoughtful, their conversations gradually ceased, and they refocused their attention on the light screen... in front of the courtyard.

Qin Jin stood alone.

Not far in front of him lay figures, some facing upwards, others prone on the ground, all motionless.

His current perception was incredibly keen, allowing him to easily distinguish the leaders in this group.

Now, the entire courtyard, both inside and out, was utterly silent.

After Qin Jin swept his gaze, the spiritual suppression suddenly receded.

At the back of the group, the oppressive feeling that had weighed on their hearts dissipated.

Many people gasped for breath, their foreheads covered in sweat, their faces filled with horror.

Some stumbled, then hurried forward to help up the unconscious figures on the ground.

Upon finding that the others were unharmed, their gazes towards Qin Jin became even more complex.

Martial Abyss, Qin Jin.

This name was destined to be etched deeply in their minds, never to be forgotten.

"If anyone still has any dissatisfaction."

"You can come find me anytime."

The last sentence drifted away on the wind as Qin Jin turned and walked back into the courtyard.

Behind him, no one spoke, no one dared to speak.

Just as Qin Jin was about to return.

A steady voice echoed from a distance.

"Please wait."

Qin Jin's steps halted, and he turned to look.

At this moment, in the distance, a tall figure stepped forward.

It was a man with a sunny demeanor.

As he approached, the other disciples, seeing him, seemed to find support, and the shock in their eyes melted away somewhat.

They all called out: "Senior Brother Su."

The man called Senior Brother Su raised his hand, and the greetings quickly ceased.

The scene fell silent, showing his considerable prestige.

As he walked, he glanced at the unconscious figures, and in that single look, he seemed to have confirmed some things.

After arriving not far in front of Qin Jin, he bowed solemnly: "You showed mercy."

"I thank you on their behalf."

Qin Jin looked at him: "Are you also here because of the secret inheritance?"

"Thanks to the kindness of the dojo elders, I already have a spot, so there's no need to contend for it."

"As for my intention this time..."

He paused slightly: "It's because they all lost."

"Oh?"

Qin Jin raised an eyebrow slightly.

The man's expression was solemn as he looked at Qin Jin: "The talented students of Martial Abyss are indeed extraordinary, but this is Mitian Dojo.

If news spreads that you alone defeated all the dojo disciples, wouldn't it make the outside world think our Mitian Dojo has no one?"

"To bring shame upon our sect is our greatest sin."

"Therefore, I have no choice but to come, and no choice but to fight."

"What if you also lose?"

Qin Jin's tone was subtle.

"Then it will prove that you are destined to be a figure whose name resonates throughout the star river in the future.

Our Mitian Dojo disciples losing to you would not be a disgrace to our sect."

Speaking of this, his voice became a little more serious: "Mitian Dojo's Su Jinxiu, I ask for your guidance."

As the words fell, he was about to say something more, but at that moment, Qin Jin, as if thoughtful, seemed to have realized something.

He looked at the other party and asked: "Have you been to the Weiyang Star System?"

"Hmm?"

Su Jinxiu frowned slightly, his gaze fixed on Qin Jin.

"We have, in a way, fought side by side."

Meeting his gaze, Qin Jin stated this, adding no more.

In the past, while carrying out a mission on the newest life planet in the Weiyang Star System, they unexpectedly encountered the Seeker civilization and entered that peculiar space known as the Civilization Graveyard.

Afterward, Qin Jin was taken away by Venerable Observer, but through Candle Kite and the news from the Third Battle Group of the Pioneer Legion, he learned more related information and had some impression of this name.

The other person was one of those, like him, swept into that space.

Someone who held considerable prestige among the dojo disciples and secured a spot in the secret inheritance would naturally not be foolish.

Su Jinxiu reacted in an instant, and his gaze towards Qin Jin held a hint of surprise: "I didn't expect to meet a comrade from that time."

After speaking, he immediately continued: "Qin Jin."

"I am naturally older than you, and after returning from the Weiyang Star System, I made a breakthrough.

I won't hide it from you, I have already entered the Nine Transformations!"

"What transformation are you currently in? Come with me to the training ground, and I will ask a dojo teacher to suppress my own realm.

Then we can fight in the same realm; that would be fairer."

This seemed to be a plan he had made long ago, and now he stated it openly.

Since he came for the dojo's prestige, he also sought as much "fairness" as possible; otherwise, if he were to bully the younger, it would be better not to come at all.

"No need."

Qin Jin refused.

Instead, there was an expectant look in his eyes: "Cultivation is inherently a personal matter, and martial arts practice, of course, should be done with full effort."

"Are we to ask the enemy to suppress their realm and fight on the battlefield where life and death are at stake?"

"I also happen to want to try opponents of a higher realm."

"Besides..."

Qin Jin looked at him: "Su Jinxiu, if we were to fight in the same realm, there would be no meaning in you and I fighting at all."

His voice was calm, as if he was slowly stating a fact.

Su Jinxiu's eyes narrowed.

He heard the confidence and certainty in Qin Jin's tone.

As the two conversed, some of the unconscious dojo disciples on the ground gradually woke up.

Su Jinxiu was certain that at their age, he could never have achieved this.

Thought flashed in his eyes, and he gestured with his hand: "Please."

"This place isn't very suitable for a martial arts battle.

Follow me; in the training ground, you and I can have a truly satisfying fight."

After speaking, he led the way, striding off.

Qin Jin's expression remained unchanged as he followed.

As the two passed, the other dojo disciples quickly cleared a path.

Seeing them leave, many immediately followed.

The matter of Qin Jin had already caused quite a stir within Mitian Dojo, and not a few people had heard about it.

Now, a large group trailed behind the two, and many, while following, sent communications to inform others.

"Senior Brother Su Jinxiu is about to make his move!"

"No wonder this Qin Jin could get a spot in the secret inheritance; fighting against many, and so young, his future is simply unimaginable."

"The reason for the dojo's exception has been found."

"Senior Brother Su has been in the Grandmaster Realm for several years.

I heard that when he returned from his last outing, he had another breakthrough and is even starting to work towards the next level.

If he ascends to Martial Saint, the dojo will have another Master.

Is he really going to make a move too?"

"This time, things are really going to get big."