After sitting in the teahouse for more than half an hour, Garen quickly learned more detailed information from this ruffian named Zhao.
The East Continent was too far away from the other three continents, so the martial arts world was relatively independent. However, the Immortal Palace and Demon Gate were still very powerful. The Prohibition of Martial Arts was also the best way for ordinary martial artists to obtain powerful secret techniques.
Garon fell into deep thought after listening to this guy's information.
His goal was simple, which was to find Ying Er or someone related to her. However, the Prohibition of Martial Arts in the Immortal Palace made this difficult.
How could he find the person he wanted as soon as possible?
The best way was to borrow power. With the help of a large scale force, he would be able to achieve twice the result with half the effort.
"What's the distribution of the martial arts world in the East Continent?" He asked as he thought about it.
"In … in the East Continent, there are the White Dew Gate, Black Fury Gate, and Dragon Gate Sect …" Soldier Zhao quickly answered. "If you want to find the masters of the three major sects, I can help. I know an outer disciple from the Black Fury Gate, he can definitely help you …"
"What else? Since the East Continent has its own system, then there must be people who are comparable to the Immortal Palace and Demon Gate, right? Otherwise, wouldn't it have been swallowed up long ago? "Garon asked.
"Of course, of course. Yue Qingdi from the White Dew Gate is one of the East Continent's Three Absolutes. There's also Yu Qingzi from the Dragon Gate Sect, a casual martial artist, and Lord Three Mountains from the Black Fury Gate. These are the three strongest Innate Masters in the East Continent. Oh, they are also the Grandmaster of Combat's Aura Condensation Level experts. "
"Aura Condensation Level?"
Garon had heard of the term Innate Masters on Earth, but he didn't expect it to be the same here.
The White Dew Gate, Black Fury Gate, and Dragon Gate Sect were the three strongest martial arts forces in the East Continent.
"It's said that it refers to the Aura Condensation Level. It's mentioned in the Martial Arts Manual that Qi, Liquid, Solid, these three states represent the levels of a Grandmaster of Combat. Also, the three major sects colluded with the three major warlords and formed an alliance. The four major warlords of the East Continent, Kong, Lin, Zhao, and Hu, only the Hu army doesn't have the support of martial arts sects. "Soldier Zhao told him everything he knew.
Garon pondered for a moment. He was naturally clear about the division of Spirit. White Dew Gate. From the sound of it, it might be related to the White Cloud Gate. He could go and take a look. But what should he use as the reason for going? Did he directly put up the sign of the White Cloud Gate, or did he do it secretly?
Garon felt a wave of annoyance in his heart. He was too lazy to think too much about it. He had to find White Dew Gate first.
"Bring me to the White Dew Gate, and I'll let you go once we're there." He looked indifferently at the ruffian Zhao in front of him. "What's your name?"
"Zhao … Zhao Jun." Ruffian Zhao's entire body trembled. Looking at Garon's increasingly pale complexion, he had an ominous premonition in his heart.
Pu.
His companion on the side seemed to be drunk at this moment as he lay motionless on the table.
Zhao Jun's heart skipped a beat, and his face turned pale in an instant. He could feel his companion's body temperature getting colder and colder …
He saw Garen smiling at him from the opposite side, revealing his white teeth.
*****
Between the lush green mountains and the sea of trees, the mountain ranges rose and fell. The uneven sea of trees seemed to be covered with a layer of green carpet.
In the middle, a small white path meandered, like a grayish-white cotton thread in the sea of trees.
"Sixty years of Ying Xu, winter and summer of June."
Garon frowned as he looked at the red words on the white mountain wall to his left. Even if he stood on the path and looked from afar, he could see the strong strokes of the words, and the deep force behind them. It gave off a free and easy yet delicate feeling.
Zhao Jun followed behind him, holding the reins of two strong black horses. He had a timid and respectful look on his face.
"This is the Ying Xu Valley?" Garon turned around and asked.
"Yes, yes." Zhao Jun nodded firmly. "This is the White Dew Gate's external reception area!" He said with certainty.
"Then why isn't there anyone here?"
"It's morning now, I reckon there will be people here soon … Also, the White Dew Gate's threshold is unusually high. Most people would have given up on the idea of being selected." Zhao Jun answered without hesitation.
For the past few days, he had been experiencing the feeling of his body temperature dropping every night. That feeling of sinking into endless darkness made his respect for Garon reach its highest level. He treated Garon better than his own father.
Garon nodded noncommittally, and strode into the fork in the forest beside the stone wall.
On both sides of the fork was a cool green bamboo forest. The light was dim, and the air was chilly, making it seem rather serene.
The two of them, one in front and one behind, led their horses along the fork. Before long, a grayish-black wooden gate appeared in front of them. Above the gate hung the words "Ying Xu Valley".
Below it was a flight of white stone steps that led into the inner part of the gate. One could see that the stone steps led straight up the mountain. The top was shrouded in white mist, and one could not see the end.
At the gate, a young man in green was gently sweeping the floor with a broom.
Garon looked at the young man sweeping the floor and squinted his eyes. He could vaguely see a trace of the White Cloud Secret Technique's blood flow in his movements. With his Northern Trident Frost-Fire True Water Evil Technique, any liquid flow within a two hundred meter radius could not escape his grasp. Naturally, he was much clearer about this young man's blood flow.
"Spare my life, Sir! Spare my life, Sir!! "Zhao Jun on the side suddenly shouted, and turned to run.
Garon did not even look, and flicked his finger.
Psst!
Zhao Jun fell to the ground, and red and white blood slowly flowed out from the back of his head. His whole body stopped moving.
The young man who was sweeping the floor suddenly turned pale. He screamed, threw down the broom, and ran up the mountain.
"Help!! Help!! Murder!! "
The young man rolled and crawled, and ran out of sight in a few moments.
Garon ignored him, and continued to walk up the stairs. Not long after, the sound of a bell could be heard from above, and then the sound of dense and messy footsteps.
Garon quickened his pace, and could cross more than ten steps in one step. Soon, a greenish-black Taoist temple appeared in front of him.
The Taoist temple was surrounded by clouds and mist, as if it was in a fairy's Qi. At this moment, the door was open, and a few old men in black, surrounded by a group of green-clothed disciples, stepped out of the door, and walked towards the stone steps.
Seeing Garon appear, the old men in black, who were standing in front of him, were slightly stunned, and then showed a cautious expression.
"Sir …"
"Hehe … There really is the shadow of the Mammoth Secret Technique …" Garon's eyes lit up slightly. "Call your person in charge out."
"Sir, what is your purpose in coming here?"
The old man even asked in a cultured manner.
"I'm looking for White Dew Gate to do something." Garon grinned.
"What a big tone …" A faint dissatisfied voice came from the crowd. Heads moved, and the disciples of White Dew Gate seemed to be eager to try.
"I'm the person in charge of this branch, Bai Yuqing." Suddenly, a shadow flashed, and a white-haired old man suddenly appeared between the crowd and Garon. He was dressed in a white Taoist robe, and held a horsetail whisk in his hand. He looked like an immortal, and was out of this world.
"Sir, your divine light is profound, and I can tell at a glance that you're not an ordinary person. Why don't we all sit down and have a cup of tea, and exchange martial arts experiences?"
"Bai Yuqing, right?" Garon smiled, "Looks like you're the strongest person here."
Before he finished speaking, his figure flashed, and instantly disappeared from the spot.
Bai Yuqing also tensed up, and disappeared from the spot at the same time.
The two shadows collided once on the empty space in front of the Taoist temple, and passed by each other.
Garon's figure slowly appeared at the entrance of the Taoist temple, behind the crowd, while the old Taoist Bai Yuqing's face was pale, and he stood in front of the steps, on the verge of collapsing.
"What … What a powerful Light Body Technique …" He raised his right hand, and saw that the sleeve of his right forearm had been cut off, and he only noticed it after the fact. "I thought that my proficiency in Triple Floor's Light Body Technique was already outstanding, but I didn't expect …"
As one of the Elders of White Dew Gate, even among the Grandmasters of Combat, he was a veteran powerhouse with profound skills. Even though his physical strength and reflexes had declined due to old age, he was still more experienced. The skill he was most proud of was the peerless Light Body Technique known as Triple Floor. Who would have thought that it would be broken by a young man who suddenly appeared today.
The faces of the people in the Taoist temple were ashen, and they were so shocked that they could not speak. Even the veteran Grandmaster of Combat, Elder Bai, was defeated in one move. This meant that there was no one in the entire Mountain Gate who could stand up to him, and if they accidentally angered this person …
In this chaotic world where human lives were treated like grass, anything could happen.
For a moment, the entire entrance of the Taoist temple was silent, and all eyes were focused on Garon.
"Sir …"
"I want White Dew Gate to help me find a few people." Garon directly stated his request, "People who used to be disciples of White Cloud Gate in Stonecliff Continent, and people from Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate."
Before he finished his sentence, everyone's pupils shrank.
Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate!
"You are a remnant of Southern Sky Gate …"
Before one of the people in the crowd could finish his sentence, his head exploded, and red and white brain matter splattered everywhere like a watermelon.
A remnant of Southern Sky Gate!
"I am the master of White Cloud Gate, the number one Divine General of Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate, Garon Trejons Lombard, and I hereby summon all disciples of White Cloud Gate and Southern Sky Gate."
Garon's voice shook the entire Taoist temple, and it was like thunder. Some of the weaker youths felt numb all over, and almost fell to the ground.
"Southern Sky Holy Fist Gate!! You … You … "Bai Yuqing's face was distorted. The others did not experience that era, and did not know the horror and vastness of that battle. Only the older generation knew, and he was one of the disciples who went to Black Smoke Island, and he witnessed that terrifying battle with his own eyes.
"Ga … Garon?! You are Garon?! King of the Century!! " Bai Yuqing felt his scalp go numb, and the strength he had just mustered dissipated. He looked at Garon as if he had seen a ghost.
"Help me pass on a message." Garon's face was calm. "Is that okay?"
There was a loud boom.
With Garon as the center, a terrifying blood-like aura exploded, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire Taoist temple.
The blood-like aura seemed to have dyed the sky red, and a demonic howl could be faintly heard.
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