Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Over the following two days, Chen Qing settled his mind and attended to the accumulated affairs of the Myriad Techniques Peak.

The scrolls submitted daily included not only the allocation of cultivation resources for the peak's disciples and the administrative reports from each hall, but also intelligence from various factions. Each and every matter required his eyes and decision.

That day, after processing the last scroll, Uncle Ping bowed his way in, carrying a sealed letter in hand with a somewhat grave expression. "Young Master, an urgent report has arrived from the northern border via Wu Xuan."

Chen Qing raised his eyes. His fingertip paused faintly. "Read it."

Uncle Ping opened the sealed letter and said in a low voice. "Wu Xuan reports in the letter that the Jinting Eight Divisions have been frequently active in recent days, covertly gathering high experts from every direction. This appears to have been triggered by the Great Snow Mountain's Emissary Ling Shuang personally issuing the Holy Lord's orders."

Chen Qing's brows furrowed slowly upon hearing this.

Jinting, and the Great Snow Mountain's Holy Lord!?

This was absolutely no good omen.

Several Jinting Grand Lords had died at his hands. Grand Lord Di Cang and Grand Lord Lie Qi bore a particular bone-deep enmity toward him, and the Great Snow Mountain's Frost Silence Dharma King had also died at his hands. So Chen Qing paid especially close attention to every move of both Jinting and the Great Snow Mountain.