Saint!

  That is the existence of the peak of the second realm of cultivating true reality!

  A saint appears once in an era!

  The four great dynasties, the number of saints is also countable on one's fingers!

  The ancient aristocratic families of the four great dynasties, in order to cultivate a sage, would select the most talented child from their family and raise them on special food and drink, including water with spiritual energy. The entire family's resources would be devoted to cultivating this child, resulting in only one sage being produced by countless ancient aristocratic families in an era.

  Su Dao Xing was just a disciple of the Su family's humble origins and was not valued by the Su family. The Su family valued Su Dao Lin, who from a young age had been fed, used, and enjoyed things that only martial kings above the 10th rank of the Huan Fan realm could enjoy. It can be said that Su Dao Lin's daily expenses were equivalent to Su Dao Xing's expenses for ten years.

  Even Lian Su Dao Lin, a disciple nurtured by the Su family's utmost efforts, did not dare say that he wanted to embark on the path of sainthood. Let alone Su Dao Xing, this disciple who was not favored by the Su family. The four guardians didn't believe for a moment that Su Dao Xing's path would lead him to become a saint one day, because becoming a saint seemed too far-fetched for a martial king.

  Su Dao Xing looked into the distance and said: "Four masters, let's continue on our way. Presumably, Mr. Su is already waiting for us at Wandering Spirit Peak."

  "Mr. Su!"

  As soon as they thought of Mr. Su waiting at Wuling Peak, the four guardians immediately got up and escorted Su Dao Xing to the distant Wushan's dangerous peak, Wuling Peak.

  Four guardians used their own methods to ensure the five people arrived safely at the edge of a cliff.

  Across the cliff is a mountain peak, which is said to be gathering countless spirits of the dead, the Peak of Spirits. For thousands of years, not even one Martial Emperor has successfully climbed the Peak of Spirits and returned alive. Only cultivators can climb the Peak of Spirits and return unscathed. Even if a Martial Emperor managed to reach the top through special means, they would still become a spirit of the dead.

  "Right in front of us is the Ghost Peak, Mr. Su must have left a way for us to climb it." Su Hen revealed his classic silly smile, half of his body was fixed on the rock at the edge of the cliff, and the other half was probing into the void, looking up at the misty cliff, he said: "There is an iron chain in the air between the two peaks, this iron chain is the method left by Mr. Su for us to climb the Ghost Peak."

  "Good!"

  Su Duan took out a rope and tied one end around Su Dao Xing's waist, the other end around Su Hong Zhuang's body, and the last end around his own body.

  Thus, the two escorted Su Daoming into the void, treading on that suspended iron chain, cautiously making their way step by step towards the opposite Wandering Spirit Peak.

  Su Dao Xing was like treading on cloud tops, and with the help of his two masters, he finally passed through the iron chain to reach the summit of the Wailing Spirit Peak.

  Su Liu Zhi and Su Meng walked on the iron chain and arrived at the Wailing Crag.

  On a vacant lot on the Ghost Peak, there are stone bricks emitting sacred aura, an uncarved statue, and a plaque. On one side, a middle-aged man is gazing at the distant misty mountains.

  "Mr. Su!" The four guardians bowed to the middle-aged man, looking at him as if they were looking at a high mountain. In their eyes, Mr. Su was a sacred existence.

  Mr. Su is one of the three major offerings of the Su family, a cultivator who broke through the eighteen shackles of the mortal world and entered the realm of true immortality. In the Eastern Imperial Dynasty, he was also considered one of the top strongmen, and even emperors had to bow their heads in respect when they saw him.

  Mr. Su slowly turned around, his starry eyes staring at Su Dao Xing, muttering to himself: "You are Su Dao Xing, her son."

  Su Dao woke up and nodded silently, he knew that Mr. Su was willing to help him with this matter because of his mother's sake.

  Mr. Su has always lived in the Su family, and his existence is unknown to ordinary people. However, Su Dao Xing's mother was a clever woman who found out that Mr. Su liked a particular dish. She spent years perfecting it, and eventually made it so delicious that Mr. Su fell in love with it. For ten years, Su Dao Xing's mother never saw Mr. Su, but she continued to make the dish for him.

  Mr. Su once told the master of the Su family that if Su Dao Xing's mother encountered trouble, he could lend a hand to repay her for cooking that extraordinary dish for him over the past decade.

  It was because of Mr. Su's reason that the Su family sent Su Daowu into the Huqing Mansion.

  Su Dao Xing even used the precious opportunity of Su Da's one-time move to transport the sacred stone he bought with his ancestral property to Wuling Peak, except for the existence of Xiuzhen Realm, Wu Wang in Huafan Realm couldn't transport the sacred stone to Wuling Peak at all. This is also the reason why Su Dao Xing ruthlessly consumed Su Da's one-time move opportunity.

  Su Dao Xing's actions have disappointed the Su family to the extreme, and they have labeled him as a loser.

  "Mr. Su!" Su Dao Xing gave Mr. Su a deep bow, expressing his gratitude.

  "In three years, I'll come to escort you back." Mr. Su glanced at Su Dao Xing and lost interest in looking again. With a movement of his body, he appeared on the mountain peak opposite Wuling Peak, casually retracted the iron chain, and disappeared into the fog.

  Mr. Su left, and the four guardians let out a sigh of relief. Even Wu Wang, who had reached the 18th layer of the Mortal Realm, would feel tense in front of Mr. Su's powerful cultivation, let alone them.

  The Lingfeng Peak was surrounded by spirits everywhere. The four guardians stood in the four directions, protecting Su Dao and those sacred stones in the center.

  Wow!

  Su Duan drew out his sword, and the sword light forced the approaching vengeful spirits to retreat.

  Splash!

  Su Hong shot out his abacus, sweeping across a piece of land and forcing back a group of vengeful spirits.

  Su Hong Zhuang took out her own flying sword and controlled it to sweep across the surrounding vengeful spirits, only making them retreat without going on a killing spree.

  Su Liu Zhi grabbed each of the vengeful spirits with his hands and threw them far away.

  Su Dao Xing had never seen a ghost before, but now he was surrounded by a sea of them. He heard the soft whispers of the ghosts and steeled himself as he approached the Holy Stone.

  Su Dao Xing's plan was to build a holy temple on Wuling Peak and use it to transform the vengeful spirits.

  One of the demon gods' theories is to obscure the heavenly machine, build a holy temple, have no name of a saint, but exercise the power of a saint, transform and save the lost souls, and gain strength.

  It's just that neither Ghost Saint nor anyone else could have imagined that Su Dao would use the power of an external force to build a holy temple on Wraith Peak.

  Su Dao Xing took out the Ghost Saint's Ghost God Book, and according to the book's description, he began placing blocks of holy stones in specific positions, step by step building a Holy Temple.

  Su Dao Xing had forgotten the four guardians of the Wailing Spirit Peak, and the countless wailing spirits surrounding him. His eyes only saw the Jian Sheng Temple.

  Su Dao Xing spent a month building a small temple, and when he placed the last sacred stone on top of it, he broke through his second shackle, becoming a Second-Shackle Wu Wang in the Mortal Realm.

  "The sacred temple is complete, the shackles are shattered!" Su Dao Xing's joy was palpable, he had spent a year in the Huqing Manor without setting foot in the Hua Fan realm, but in just one month on Wei Mountain, he became the second-ranked Wu Wang of the Hua Fan realm. This was indeed a stroke of good fortune.

  "Congratulations, young master, for becoming a Martial King of the Second Boundary of the Mortal Realm!"

  The four guardians congratulated Su Dao Xing, they felt that the constant retreat of the vengeful spirits over the past month had paid off in the improvement of the young master's realm, and these efforts were worthwhile.

  Su Dao Xing became a first-class martial king, only to feel that his senses, movement speed, and reaction speed had increased several times. But when he became a second-class martial king, he suddenly felt the frequency of his heartbeat, sensed the flow rate of blood in his blood vessels, and clearly understood the operating conditions of each organ in his body.

  "No wonder all doctors have to become King of Medicine, it turns out that by becoming King of Medicine, the king himself can perceive the condition of each organ in his body, as long as he gets sick, he will know which part of his body has a problem, it's really mysterious." Su Dao Xing muttered to himself.

  Su Hong Zhuang and they heard this, smiled in unison, they all went through this stage, for this stage was familiar with.

  Su Dao Xing stood in front of the roughly formed Holy Temple, beginning to practice some of the Su family's martial arts. He found that the previously unskilled martial arts were now easy to grasp, and he couldn't help but look forward to his own advancement to a higher realm, becoming an even stronger Martial King.

  "The sacred temple is built, I broke the second shackle, when I finish carving the statue, will I break the third shackle of human body?" Su Dao Xing immediately started carving the statue.

  The holy temple was built, but it lacked a statue. Of course, Su Dao Xing, following the guidance of the Ghost Saint Book, had to carve the statue in his own likeness and place it in the holy temple. Only then would the holy temple be truly his, and only he, Su Dao Xing, would benefit from it.

  Su Dao Xing borrowed a copper mirror from Hong Zhuang Shifu, and while gazing at his own reflection in the mirror, he carved his own face onto the statue with a prepared knife.

  Su Dao Xing would ponder for a long time every time he made a cut, he not only had to carve out his own face, but also had to carve his spirit into the statue.

  Su Dao Xing was so absorbed that he forgot about time, sometimes three days would pass without him carving a single stroke, and other times several months would go by before he made another cut. It took him an entire year to finally complete his own sculpture.

  Su Dao Xing carved the last knife on the statue, and as he had expected, he broke his third lock and became the Three-Lock Martial King.

  Su Dao Xing became the Three-Sectional Wu Wang, and after placing the statue in the sacred temple, with one movement, he found that the blood energy inside his body was boiling up. With a casual punch, the power released was more than ten times what it had been before.

  A warrior becomes a Three-Frame Wu Wang, and the blood energy in his body will be at his disposal. An ordinary person, One-Frame Wu Wang, Two-Frame Wu Wang, when punching out, the force is only the physical strength, limited power. The Three-Frame Wu Wang's punch carries the power of blood energy, increasing the power by more than tenfold.

  Su Dao Xing's fists and legs moved swiftly, his waist twisting with a newfound strength that made him feel extremely exhilarated. If he compared his previous power to that of a child, then his current power was like that of an adult. With every movement, his blood and energy surged forth, his punches could shatter wood, and his palms could crush bricks.