Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Growing up is never easy. I, as a disciple, deeply understand that my request is excessively rebellious and disrespectful. Moreover, I just raised my hand against my teacher, akin to defying and dishonoring my ancestors, which violates the principle of respecting one's teacher. However, considering Zhang Chao acted unknowingly, I implore my teacher to show mercy..."

Behind the elderly man, the tattoo-faced burly man heard that the Martial Ancestor he viewed akin to a deity was acting so humble before this person, and a trace of anger instantly appeared on his face. Unable to restrain himself, he tried to stand up, shouting furiously:

"Martial Ancestor, if he wants to kill, then let him kill! I am prepared to die..."

"This is not your place to speak."

The elderly man commanded coldly.

Without turning, from behind him suddenly burst forth a bloody tiger, catching the Martial Saint off guard and throwing him down into the city below.

The lifelike Blood Tiger bared its fangs and snarled; two sharp teeth were aimed at the throat of the Martial Saint, as if ready to bite down at any moment and end his life.

Yet, the elderly man stood motionless, gazing down at Wang Ba.

Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back, his green robe billowing.

A glimmer of coldness flashed in his eyes as he spoke indifferently:

"And what if I am unwilling?"

The elderly man was silent for a moment, then replied respectfully:

"If my teacher is unwilling, then I am willing to take action on my teacher's behalf to clean the house."

Below, the Blood Tiger's claws suddenly extended, sharp and deadly, pressing against the Martial Saint's chest and neck. The claws brimming with blood energy penetrated his skin effortlessly.

The Martial Saint's face turned pale, yet he clenched his teeth and endured the agony, allowing the Blood Tiger's claws to pierce deeper into his flesh and blood...

True Martial Cultivators differ from cultivators; once their physical bodies are destroyed, they are completely destroyed.

No chance for soul possession or starting anew.

At least, that is the case now.

Wang Ba didn't look down but saw everything happening below with clarity.

He remained silent.

The elderly man said nothing either, simply bowing his head. Even though no one could see his expression, his emotions lay shrouded in mystery.

In this moment, the atmosphere between the two seemed frozen.

The surrounding cultivators and True Martial Cultivators instinctively held their breaths.

Until Wang Ba finally emitted a faint hum, his gaze toward the elderly man layered with ambiguous meaning:

"You certainly respect your teacher and uphold righteousness."

The elderly man's body trembled slightly, understanding the underlying meaning of Wang Ba's words; his head bowed even lower as he softly said:

"Thank you, teacher, for your mercy."

Below, the Blood Tiger gave a slight tremor and transformed into a streak of blood light, merging into the elderly man's back.

Wang Ba shook his head lightly, his gaze turning to the elderly man, his tone for the first time carrying solemnity:

"Wang Xu... Tell me, what is it you truly seek?"

Wang Xu was silent for a moment before slowly raising his head to meet Wang Ba's gaze.

Though his eyes still held a trace of reverence, within it lay an undeniable firmness.

His tone remained calm and resolute:

"Teacher, I only wish to accomplish one thing."

Wang Ba's eyes narrowed slightly.

Wang Xu's voice was soft and devoid of excessive emotion, yet amidst the deadly silence over Banqiao City, it carried with the wind across vast miles:

"Disciple merely seeks fairness."

"Not just for myself, but for my tragically deceased mother, wife, and children. Also for the countless wronged souls throughout Little Cang World over the ages, and for the vast majority of life forms that will be born into Little Cang World in the future!"

"Those without spiritual roots, born lacking cultivation talent, who are thus left helplessly at the mercy of cultivators and immortals, slaughtered as they please..."

He met Wang Ba's gaze directly, unflinchingly.

Open and calm:

"I only wish for a world without cultivators."

Upon hearing Wang Xu's words, Chijian, Lu Yu, and many cultivators within the city all looked exceedingly grim.

Some cultivators had vaguely heard slogans from the True Martial Cultivators but disregarded them as mere rhetoric.

Some, due to various reasons, were unaware.

Yet upon hearing Wang Xu's declaration, all cultivators realized that the True Martial Cultivators' slogans were not just idle fantasies, but could indeed become a stark reality!

The surrounding True Martial Cultivators, and even those battered outside the city by continuous setbacks—the True Martial Cultivator Army—suddenly had their morale surge to a peak.

"No immortals under heaven, no immortals under heaven!"

"True Martial Dominance, True Martial Dominance!"

Voices erupting from the depths of countless hearts rang out in succession, merging into a singular, unified chant that pierced the heavens!

In that instant, it shaped itself into an overwhelming force.

Enveloped by this momentum, the cultivators within Banqiao City felt only despair ahead, their path dimmed, their visions blurred!

All revealed expressions of fear!

Witnessing this, Wang Ba's expression darkened, rarely so grim.

This overwhelming force of the True Martial Cultivators came not only from themselves but also represented the collective counterattack of countless weak and oppressed beings who had suffered under the cultivators' rule, fueled by years of collected resentment and fury.

Under the weight of this alternative surge of widespread sentiment, even the once lofty cultivators now seemed like ants, utterly powerless against the advancing tide...

From the moment he learned Wang Xu was the Patriarch of True Wu, he had been aware of the inevitability of this day.

Yet, only now did the closeness of this earth-shattering momentum strike him; the realization sunk in that such a monumental shift was no longer far off.

"Could the heaven and earth catastrophe foretold by Xuan Yuanzi be brought about by these True Martial Cultivators?"

He gazed at the seemingly endless army of True Martial Cultivators, and such thoughts emerged in his mind.

As that idea took form, his eyes resting upon Wang Xu grew laden with an unmistakable trace of killing intent.