Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1270 - 378: Only Saints Can Reach

But that Lord, on the contrary, seemed to have untied the knot in his heart; the air of sorrow and worry on his face and body was swept clean, he became light-hearted again. When I waited on him as usual, he also started talking and laughing with me again.

Once, when I was serving him wine, that Lord suddenly asked me a question.

He asked me, "Little Qingning, what kind of person do you want to become in the future?"

I said, I want to become a hero like my father-commander, guarding the passes of the Domain Realm, defending the Domain Realm. It’s just a pity that my Cultivation is still shallow, I can’t help my foster father more.

He comforted me, saying, as for Cultivation, practice slowly; you’ll raise it in time.

I said, then I hope that one day, I can cultivate a heaven-penetrating Great Dao, be ranked among the Saints. At that time, I will be able to shelter the Domain Realm...

But I didn’t expect that this sentence I said casually, without really thinking, would make that Lord suddenly fall silent.

That time, I saw that Lord’s expression suddenly turn very ugly.

He stared at me for a long time, then sighed and asked me: "Little Qingning, if you become a Saint, you can protect the Domain Realm? In this Domain Realm, there are Celestial and Earth Venerable and Venerables, forty-two in total. Yet when have they truly protected the Domain Realm?"

I said, every word and deed of a Saint secretly accords with the Heavenly Dao, so Saints cannot act lightly. Guarding the passes, naturally, still depends on people like us.

Although I said so, and this is also common knowledge known to everyone in the Domain Realm...

But having served at the pass for long, used to all kinds of slaughter and sacrifice, I couldn’t help but have such a thought in my heart: a Saint’s every gesture bears earth-shaking power; why not invite the Saints to act against those "Evil", but instead make us Cultivators fight with flesh and life, to kill, to sacrifice...

Since I thought so in my heart, a few shades of insincerity must have slipped into my tone without my noticing.

That Lord listened to what I said, noticed my tone, yet suddenly burst out laughing.

That day, he laughed for a long time, then started drinking, drank a few cups, laughed for a while, laughed for a while, then drank a few more cups.

In the end, before he passed out drunk, he touched my head and said something to me..."

As she spoke up to this point, the expression on Zhou Qingning’s face suddenly became complicated as well.

Chen Yan frowned: "What did he say to you?"

"He said, Little Qingning, don’t think about becoming a Saint, and don’t blame those Saints either. Saints are also not in control of themselves."

Saints are also not in control of themselves!

Chen Yan carefully savored these words in his heart, yet in his mind he couldn’t help but recall the conversation he had with the old lady that day in the library of the Black Wood Tribe of the Ghost Race.

The old lady’s words had triggered Heavenly Dao backlash; under the majesty of the Heavenly Dao, she could not speak freely, could not speak as she wished; every word and deed was constrained by the Heavenly Dao...

Saints, not in control of themselves?

"...And then?" Chen Yan asked.

"And then... came that great battle.

On the very next day after that Lord said those words to me, the great battle broke out!

The Red Tide surged forth; a large number of ’Evil’ suddenly appeared near Luoyan Town and rolled toward the pass in a vast wave!

The pass sent out an urgent report, my father-commander led the garrison up onto the walls to fight to the death in defense. Naturally I could no longer stay at home to attend that Lord, so I went up onto the city defenses to fight.

That bloody battle lasted several days; the garrison of Luoyan Town suffered heavy casualties, my father-commander also died in battle atop the pass. In the end, after being severely wounded, I wanted to die together with an Evil, but just before I fell off the wall, that Lord rushed over, grabbed me in one swoop, and fished me up from below the city wall..."

Chen Yan’s eyelids twitched as he listened!

That scene he had seen in Zhou Qingning’s memories...

Zhou Qingning lunging at an "Evil", embracing the other as they fell together, yet in the last moment someone grabbed her ankle...

So it was Chen Jue who saved her!

"No, that’s not right... wasn’t it said that during that battle, Chen Jue was not in Luoyan Town?"

"Mm, that’s what was said externally; everyone thought Lord Chen Jue was away from the pass and only barely rushed back when the city defenses were about to be breached...

But actually, that wasn’t the case!

During that great battle, that Lord was already in the pass, just hiding in a dwelling somewhere. It’s just that when he returned from his previous trip, he was grievously wounded, almost a spent lamp with exhausted oil, and only after resting for three months did he barely recover a bit, but he was still extremely weak.

So in that battle, he didn’t go up onto the walls to resist at the start; only at the final moment did he still rush over."

Gravely injured and weak?

Yet he slew tens of thousands of Evil with a single sword?

Chen Yan’s heart shook violently as he listened, and he suddenly asked subconsciously: "At that time, what was his Cultivation?"

Zhou Qingning’s expression turned solemn, and she said slowly: "I followed my father-commander in the army for many years, and was cultivated in Cultivation by him since childhood. I’ve seen many experts in the army. My father-commander himself was a Cultivator above the Celestial Human Realm. In those years following him, I also saw many Cultivators above the Celestial Human Realm; not to mention the Celestial Human Realm, I’ve even seen those of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

But...

That day, the might of that Lord’s single sword..."

At this point, Zhou Qingning bit down hard on her teeth, her tone grave, and said, one word at a time:

"Could only be reached by a Saint!"

Hearing these words, Chen Yan’s heart immediately pounded like a drum!

Could only be reached by a Saint!

A Saint!

The Saint Position in the Domain Realm numbers forty-two, set by the Heavenly Dao!

Chen Jue, how could he become a Saint, how could he unleash a sword with the might of a Saint?!

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[I’m still dizzy today, but it’s eased a little; I’m barely forcing myself to type.

Please, everyone, stop scolding, I’m begging you. This time I really am seriously ill. Also, my vertigo isn’t ear stones; if it were, that would actually be simpler, just do a repositioning and it’d be fine in two or three days.

There are many kinds of vertigo. Mine is long-term cervical spondylosis compressing and causing cerebral blood supply problems, plus vestibular issues. When it flares up, it’s really unbearable—not painful or itchy, but just constant dizziness, feeling like my vision is always slightly shaking, uncomfortable and nauseated, can’t sleep well. I’ve gone to the hospital two or three times, taken Minshilang and Xibiling, but the effect is rather slow. I can only rely on lying in bed, reducing movement as much as possible to recuperate. I can’t sit; if I sit a bit longer, the dizziness becomes unbearable.]

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