The Supreme Wild Young Master Chapter 659: Zi Yu Captured_1

Xi Jue noted the astonished gazes from Zhang Xian and the others, offering a subtle smile, entirely unfazed by their reactions.

While he appeared as merely an ordinary elder to the outside world, possessing slightly enhanced capabilities amongst his peers, he was, in truth, the supreme commander of the God’s Spokesperson.

This formidable organization, the God’s Spokesperson, had been his singular creation.

And his ultimate ambition was to unite this realm, to leave an indelible mark as an era-defining figure.

"Let us depart..."

Witnessing that Zhang Xian and his companions recognized Xi Jue, Bai Yu and Feng Xinzi were instantly overcome by a chilling dread. They hastily pivoted and fled in an entirely different direction.

Having already to contend with Old Man Gui was a task that wrung their hearts dry; now, faced with an adversary of comparable might, their prospects of survival, should they linger, were equally grim. Any hesitation in their escape would prove their undoing.

"Since you have arrived, you shall not depart."

A frigid smile touched Xi Jue's lips as he turned, giving chase. His movement was astonishingly swift, almost beyond comprehension.

"Oh, blast it all..."

Perceiving Xi Jue's swift and relentless pursuit, Bai Yu and Feng Xinzi's faces drained of color, a profound despair engulfing their spirits.

In a sudden flash of memory, certain individuals surfaced in their thoughts.

As venerable figures within one of the three paramount Sects of the Ancient Martial Realm, their grasp of the realm's intricate affairs was, at best, superficial, leaving the minutiae to be managed by lesser disciples.

Their lives were largely devoted to the arduous path of cultivation, with infrequent excursions into the wider world.

Nevertheless, they possessed a degree of awareness concerning the epoch-making events that had profoundly impacted the entire Ancient Martial Realm. The sphere of ancient martial arts was not an expansive one. Four decades prior, three unparalleled masters had ascended within the Ancient Martial Realm, each boasting astonishing talent and formidable prowess. Now, with the sudden emergence of two individuals possessing such immense strength, who addressed each other as brothers, could these be the legendary pair, accompanied by a woman, from that distant time?

"You are Bai Yu and Feng Xinzi, are you not?"

Having closed the distance with Bai Yu, Xi Jue unleashed a palm strike. It appeared deceptively ordinary, yet it harbored terrifying power and blistering speed.

"Bang..."

Bai Yu found himself utterly incapable of evading the assault and was struck squarely. His internal Qi surged like a tempestuous ocean as he was flung backward, spewing blood before crashing onto the ground.

A champion of the Legendary Realm, a figure of immense power, was sent sprawling with a single, decisive blow.

"So incredibly potent..." Feng Xinzi trembled with fear, his flight speed instinctively augmenting as he pushed himself to his absolute limits.

Such an elevated master was far beyond his capacity to confront; they occupied entirely different echelons of power.

"Pure Simplicity?" Both Old Man Gui and Zizhu's pupils narrowed, their faces etched with sheer astonishment.

The strike Xi Jue had just delivered was remarkably uncomplicated, akin to an untrained individual's crude punch. However, within Xi Jue's blow lay a profound martial arts principle.

The ultimate truth of martial arts resided not in ostentatious and convoluted forms, but in the elegant fusion of simplicity and speed, stripping away all superfluous complexity to distill the technique to its absolute essence.

This exalted state was known as "Pure Simplicity," a return to the primordial origins of technique.

Naturally, attaining this profound level demanded an exceptionally vast reservoir of experience and an intimate understanding of martial techniques. Without such foundations, grasping the intrinsic concept of a technique would prove exceedingly difficult.

To this very moment, Old Man Gui had not achieved the apex of "Pure Simplicity."

Pure Simplicity represented the zenith of martial prowess.

Upon reaching this stage, all conventional martial arts techniques dissolved into irrelevance; any single strike possessed the inherent capability to nullify an opponent's offense and defense.

"This individual is truly formidable," Zhang Xian remarked, equally taken aback.

As a cultivator, his divine sense bestowed upon him a heightened perception, granting him a clearer vantage point than either Old Man Gui or Zizhu.

At first glance, Xi Jue's strike appeared elemental, yet it had effectively sealed all of Bai Yu's potential escape avenues, allowing for seamless modifications at any given instant without any trace of abruptness. Its execution was entirely natural.

In essence, Xi Jue's punch was nearing perfection. It served equally well for offense or defense, adapting with effortless fluidity.

"Where do you think you are headed..."

Having decisively dealt with Bai Yu, Xi Jue advanced once more, swiftly intercepting Feng Xinzi and delivering another decisive punch.

"Bang..."

As anticipated, Feng Xinzi was sent hurtling through the air by the impact, narrowly avoiding a fatal end.

"Damn it all..."

Prone on the ground, observing his own blood painting the surroundings, Feng Xinzi experienced a wave of bitter regret. After dedicating the better part of his life to the martial path and finally attaining the Legendary Realm, he found himself unable to withstand even a single strike from another.

It was, by any measure, a profoundly ironic twist of fate for one who had poured his existence into martial arts with unwavering devotion.

"Xi Jue..."

Old Man Gui inhaled deeply and declared, "I never fathomed that you would achieve the realm of Pure Simplicity. My own lifelong pursuit of martial arts pales in comparison, not even reaching one ten-thousandth of your dedication."

"Effortlessness yields no rewards, does it?"

Turning around, Xi Jue offered a nonchalant grin. "I am not like you; I possess my own ambitions. For the sake of these aspirations, I have sacrificed immensely. Do you have any idea what I've endured over the years in my cultivation journey? There were countless moments where I teetered on the brink of madness, yet I persevered. Therefore, it should come as no shock that I wield such power today."

"Indeed, you are a fanatical cultivator with an iron will," Zizhu acknowledged, observing Xi Jue. "However, aligning yourself with the God's Spokesperson was a misstep. My only hope is that you cease treading this path blindly."

"Haha..." Xi Jue erupted in hearty laughter. "You expect me to renounce the God's Spokesperson? Impossible, and I certainly cannot. It is because the God's Spokesperson was something I established with my own two hands."

"The God's Spokesperson was founded by you?" Old Man Gui demanded, his voice laced with fury. He had been painstakingly investigating the organization for years, yet its extreme secrecy had yielded him precious little information. To think that the very entity he sought was actually established by his junior fellow apprentice – had this man completely lost his mind?

"Haha..." Xi Jue's laughter echoed once more. "Precisely, the God's Spokesperson was my singular creation. I was aware of your inquiries, but I chose not to reveal myself. Today, the truth is laid bare. I am the mastermind you have been desperately searching for. Would you care to join forces and eliminate me, this supposed madman hell-bent on overturning the world?"

"If your words hold any truth, I shall never forgive you, you scoundrel!" Old Man Gui declared, his tone resonating with immense rage.

"Are you truly prepared to act on it?" Xi Jue appeared to have a trump card, a look of confidence in his eyes. "When our junior sister met her demise, you uttered similar pronouncements, yet ultimately, you could not bring yourself to act. These many years later, I doubt anything has truly changed."

"I have no reservations!" Old Man Gui bellowed, transforming into a blur as he surged towards Xi Jue.

Xi Jue retreated with unhurried grace, chuckling. "Elder brother, cease your posturing. I know your nature. No matter how profound your animosity towards me, your childhood companion, I refuse to believe you possess the resolve to end my life. Furthermore, while I was no match for you previously, do you truly believe I remain the same individual after all these decades?"

Old Man Gui's fists became a flurry of shadows directed at Xi Jue. "We shall soon ascertain who holds the superior strength."

"Haha...." Seemingly anticipating Old Man Gui's every move, Xi Jue effortlessly dismantled the onslaught with a single, precise punch. "Elder brother, your efforts are futile. I have attained the realm of Pure Simplicity and have touched the very pinnacle of martial arts. Your so-called techniques are utterly meaningless to me unless you too have ascended to the realm of Pure Simplicity."

"Brother, junior brother, please cease this!" Zizhu pleaded, her voice trembling with anxiety. She understood that if the confrontation escalated, Old Man Gui would stand no chance against Xi Jue. While Old Man Gui was tantalizingly close to Pure Simplicity, mere steps away, the actual chasm in their power was vast. It was akin to comparing a toddler just learning to walk with a seasoned runner.

"This infuriating old fellow is so overwhelmingly powerful, it's as if he's become one with the universe itself," Zhang Xian muttered, observing Xi Jue effortlessly handle the situation, his brow furrowed in concern. Zhang Xian had meticulously analyzed every one of Xi Jue's strikes, finding no discernible weaknesses. His technique was flawless, seamlessly blending offense and defense into a near-perfect display. Even with the aid of his divine intuition, 'foreknowledge,' Zhang Xian mused, he might stand a chance against Xi Jue if his own power reached a certain threshold. However, it was glaringly evident that Old Man Gui was far from that level. With comparable power and speed, Old Man Gui was effectively fighting a losing battle.

"I refuse to accept this!" Old Man Gui declared, showing no inclination to surrender as he launched another fierce assault.

"Elder brother, I merely came to pose a few questions today, not to engage in combat. Let us regain our composure, shall we?" Xi Jue sneered, then, with astonishing speed, materialized beside Zizhu, seizing her arm and yanking her backward. "This young lady is my junior sister's disciple, is she not?"

"Xi Jue, what are you doing?" Zizhu cried out, a wave of alarm washing over her.

Fu Tianlin and Old Man Gui exchanged shocked glances, never imagining the elder would stoop to laying hands on Zizhu. "Ah...." Zizhu exclaimed, attempting to retaliate.

However, upon sensing her True Qi completely immobilized, rendering her unable to move her body, she had no choice but to grit her teeth. "What is your objective, old man? Release me immediately."

"Little girl, do not fret. You are, after all, your junior sister's disciple. I bear you no ill will," Xi Jue stated with a cold laugh. "However, whether I refrain from harming you depends entirely on your masters' conduct. If they prove disobedient, I cannot guarantee I won't resort to foolish actions."

"Despicable..."

Zhang Xian stepped forward, indignation coloring his voice. "As the founder of God's Spokesperson, do you have no shame in acting like this?"

"Haha..."

Xi Jue's laughter echoed. "Kid, don't waste your breath trying to provoke me. Your tricks won't work. I'll use any means to reach my objective. Remember, I am a villain, not a hero. The virtues and sentiments that so-called upright gentlemen cherish mean nothing to me."

"Um..."

Zhang Xian paused, momentarily taken aback. Then, his face hardening, he demanded, "Release my sister."

"Don't be hasty. First, answer my questions," Xi Jue replied, a faint smile gracing his lips. "Is the tale of the Ancient Times factual? Does a dimension exist beyond Earth?"

"Yes," Zhang Xian confirmed, making no attempt to conceal the truth. He saw no point in hiding it; even if he revealed everything about the Ancient Times, without the cultivation methods, Xi Jue couldn't leave Earth anyway.

As for cultivation methods, Xi Jue remained silent, unaware of the Ancient Legacy, and thus, that information wasn't shared.

"Where is this teleportation array located, and how does one activate it?" Xi Jue inquired, his eyes gleaming with interest in the dimension beyond Earth.

Zhang Xian responded with a cold smirk. "Oh? You intend to investigate the teleportation array? Would you like me to escort you there?"