Capítulo 1120: Chapter 169: Skywalker Sect (Part 2)

I can mock myself, I can deny myself.

But…

I absolutely will not allow anyone else to declare the end of Skywalker Sect’s legacy!

That may very well be the old man’s last stubbornness.

With the resolution of breaking his own old bones, Xiang Zhenyuan accepted their challenge.

However, after that surge of energy passed, he secretly regretted acting impulsively just now.

After all, he was over seventy years old and knew exactly how much Kung Fu he still had.

Competing against these two young men with such intimidating auras, if something were to happen, the Skywalker Sect would really end at his hands!

Dozens of thoughts quickly flashed through Xiang Zhenyuan’s mind, and he finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.

No matter what, since he promised others, he couldn’t lose face as a Martial Artist, he still had to face the challenge!

If it really doesn’t work out, just give a little effort and then admit defeat right away.

However, the ensuing plot did not go as he expected.

“The 78th Sect Leader of the Skywalker Sect, Xiang Zhenyuan! Please guide me!”

Even though old Mr. Xiang’s skills were lacking, he carried himself with an air of authority, and his words were spoken with resounding clarity.

An outsider not knowing the ropes might really think he was a seasoned hermit elder.

However, the two young men, upon seeing this, did not pose to engage in battle.

Instead, they examined him closely from a distance and spoke:

“The Skywalker Sect was considered a renowned sect in the past; it’s surprising to see it decline to this state, with the contemporary Sect Leader lacking even the slightest Inner Strength. What meaning does such a match have…?”

Being ridiculed by the other party again, old Mr. Xiang felt fueled by anger, his face fell as if wanting to retort.

But just as he was about to speak, he paused suddenly, recalling the content of their earlier words, and his expression became rather strange.

“Inner Strength…Inner Strength…?”

He muttered to himself twice, then reluctantly shook his head and sighed:

“Gentlemen, I do not know which family’s juniors you are from, but how could you speak such laughably absurd words? Where in this world is there Inner Strength? Please do not make sport of this old man anymore.”

Old Mr. Xiang spoke very politely.

Even if some of the other party’s behaviors were infuriating, he wouldn’t let that anger control his emotions.

In this aspect, he indeed showed a great demeanor.

On the other side, the two young men in green clothing exchanged glances without immediately responding.

It was as if they were pondering over the question just posed by the other side, and after a long while, one of them spoke:

“We come from… the Reverse Gate… entrusted by elders to seek out the true martial heritage.”

“Reverse… Gate…?”

Xiang Zhenyuan’s eye twitched. This name, no matter how you looked at it, seemed like it was made up on the spot.

Clearly, “reverse” was chosen to target my Skywalker Sect, wasn’t it?

Unfortunately, this time, he guessed wrong.

Though the name Reverse Gate was indeed created on the fly, the word “reverse” didn’t target his Skywalker Sect; instead, it came from an organization these two young men are associated with.

The Star Alliance.

That’s right, these two are students of Lord Bear, Awakeners hailing from Huaxia.

Within the Star Alliance, those who have long trained under Lord Bear and focus on close combat techniques, whether Awakener or not, are given a title — reverse walker.

The purpose of their visit this time was for the sake of the Skywalker Sect’s old Mr. Xiang.

“Ah…”

One of them sighed, wearing a knowing expression.

The other turned away, whispering some matters with his companion before refocusing on old Mr. Xiang.

“What… do you intend to do…?”

Xiang Zhenyuan’s expression grew wary.

Suddenly, he felt as if these two were plotting against him. Could they be some sort of con artist duo?

“I observe that the Skywalker Sect was once acquainted with our sect, disinclined to see your sect fall into decline…”

Among the two young men, the slightly taller one spoke.

“Since this is the case, my brother and I are willing to assist in restoring the heritage within your sect. Would you be willing?”

Xiang Zhenyuan was bewildered by this sudden question, dazedly gazing at them for a moment before regaining his senses, saying:

“Are you… joking with me? In all my years, I have never heard of such a thing as Inner Strength existing for real. How do you propose to restore it…?”

“We have many commitments and could not possibly be wasting time joking with you. As for how to restore it, try it and you shall see.”

“But… your words lack any basis. How am I supposed to trust you?”

The taller young man, hearing this, waved dismissively and turned to leave.

“If there is no trust, then there is no connection. Farewell!”

Seeing this scenario, Xiang Zhenyuan felt a sudden jolt in his heart, like something truly important was slipping away, rendering him wordlessly distressed.

“Gentlemen, please stay!”

Instinctively, he followed his body’s urge to call them back.

The two did not just leave but halted, waiting for his response.

“I…I…I…”

Xiang Zhenyuan struggled for quite some time, then finally nodded resolutely and said:

“I trust you both! Specifically how to proceed, please instruct me!”

As he said this, the two Awakeners, who had their backs turned to him, both smiled.

When they turned around, the smiles vanished, revealing only the stern face half-hidden under a hood.

Next, they asked Mr. Xiang for the family’s cultivation technique secret books and gave him two small bottles filled with golden liquid.

“Three days from now, at this time, we will return.”

With that, they left without a backward glance.

This left Xiang Zhenyuan standing in the courtyard, staring dazedly at the two radiant little bottles in his hand.

“Is this thing… real or fake…”

He was still a bit incredulous.

It was inevitable; the small bottles before him were just too peculiar.

The liquid inside shimmered like sunlight, not appearing ordinary at all.

Recalling their words,

They claimed that just by drinking it, one could improve their constitution and comprehend Inner Strength when paired with a unique Cultivation Technique, which Xiang Zhenyuan found hard to believe.

“I’ve heard many high-tech things can also achieve this nowadays. Could this be fake medicine…?”

The old man only had a rudimentary understanding of high-tech, and this seemed like the only somewhat reasonable explanation to him.

He initially wondered if they might be swindlers trying to take his money.

But now, it seemed they didn’t ask for a single cent; instead, they left him with two bottles of Potion.

The only thing taken was a barely decipherable secret martial arts book.

It’s not that he didn’t cherish his family’s secret book, but this thing had been known to too many people already.

After all, his Skywalker Sect operated as a martial arts school, unlike those secretive sects.

Back when the old man was younger, quite a few people had come to learn from him.

So the Skywalker Sect’s secret book was long not a secret, giving it to them was not an issue.

“Could it be that they truly… came to help me…?”

With confusion, the old man walked towards the yard, instinctively glancing down at the ground.

However, it was this move that suddenly left him dumbfounded.

Where the two had stood just now, two heavy footprints were imprinted clearly on the hard cement surface.

Old Mr. Xiang knew his own home well, and this had been a perfectly smooth ground beforehand!

“Could it be… they really possess Inner Strength!?”

At that moment, Xiang Zhenyuan was truly shocked.

No ordinary person could leave a complete cement surface looking like this!

He started to believe a little.

In the end, after two days of repeated contemplation, Xiang Zhenyuan couldn’t resist his deep longing for martial arts and drank the two bottles of medicine.

Of course, he wasn’t foolish; he wouldn’t drink something given by strangers just like that.

First, he poured some out for a family-raised chicken to drink, ensuring the latter was fine before downing it all at once himself.

Yet, Xiang Zhenyuan did not know then that he would later regret this wasteful action immensely.