Trillionaire's Slice of Life-Chapter 1103 - 692: Two Upper-Level Great Grandmasters Gather_2

Chapter 1103: Chapter 692: Two Upper-Level Great Grandmasters Gather_2

“Since Mr. Chu has been so kind to our Liu family, and in the future, Liu Liu will rely heavily on Mr. Chu’s care, let me bestow upon you a piece of fortune!”

The elderly man beside him, whose face was originally deathly pale, suddenly exhibited a touch of rosiness, as if a lamp before its death throes, reviving with a last burst of light. At this moment, Liu Ping’s entire being suddenly emitted a powerful and auspicious aura. In just an instant, enveloped by this warm aura, Chu Mo actually felt a cozy warmth.

As Chu Mo was taken aback, the old man beside him slowly said:

“Here it comes!”

No sooner had the old man spoken than a residual image appeared in the space right before Chu Mo’s eyes. The next moment, in the mere blink of an eye, a Shaolin monk clad in a kasaya appeared out of thin air in the hall.

Right at that time, outside the room, Lei Ting and Qin Lan, who had sensed something unusual, had already rushed into the living room first. However, upon seeing the elder before them, Lei Ting, who possessed Grandmaster strength, immediately knelt to the ground and respectfully kowtowed, saying:

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“Outer sect disciple Lei Ting, pays respects to Grandmaster Zhi Shang!”

Following Lei Ting’s words, the Shaolin Abbot suddenly brought his hands together and chanted Buddhist laws loudly:

“Amitabha!”

As the words of the Shaolin Abbot fell, an aura even more massive than Liu Ping’s instantly enveloped the entire living room. The next moment, Lei Ting, who had Grandmaster strength, and Qin Lan, a mid-level Great Grandmaster, were both forcibly expelled from the living room by an invisible and terrifying current of Qi. The entire living room was now shrouded and sealed by the auras of both Liu Ping and the Shaolin Abbot.

“Amitabha, Patron Liu, long time no see!”

The elder before them, enveloped in an incredibly terrifying aura, was naturally the Shaolin Abbot, Master Zhi Shang. This man was hailed as the number one Grandmaster in Hua Country twenty years ago, and what no one knew was that the Shaolin Abbot had already attained the fearsome strength of a high-level Great Grandmaster twenty years ago. Now, after twenty years of arduous cultivation, the Abbot, whose age had exceeded one hundred years, had reached the pinnacle of high-level Great Grandmasters and was just half a step away from the legendary realm of a Martial God!

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With the arrival of Shaolin Abbot, Master Zhi Shang, Chu Mo, who had been comfortably seated on the living room sofa, finally sensed a trace of pressure. He stared directly at the legendary Shaolin Abbot before him, while waves of emotions surged within him.

Master Zhi Shang, titled as the foremost martial artist of Hua Country, had, from the very moment the top ten Grandmasters of Hua Country were selected twenty years ago, seen countless individuals travel to Shaolin, all hoping to become disciples of Master Zhi Shang. Unfortunately, the Abbot in front of them was solely devoted to closed-door cultivation, and it was virtually impossible for outsiders to meet him.

For a full twenty years, only Lei Ting, through sheer willpower and exceptional martial talent, received guidance from the Shaolin Abbot. Subsequently, as an outer sect disciple, Lei Ting studied diligently in Shaolin for a year and ultimately broke through to become the eleventh Great Grandmaster recorded in the annals of the world.

Even Lei Ting, however, was not a direct disciple of Master Zhi Shang. The Shaolin Abbot merely gave him scant instruction—a trick or half at most. During the entire year that Lei Ting spent in Shaolin, he only met Master Zhi Shang twice.

The first time was when he first stepped into Shaolin and wished to become a disciple, kneeling in front of the temple for ten days and nights. His sincerity eventually moved the Abbot to accept Lei Ting as an outer sect disciple.

The second time was when Lei Ting made his breakthrough to the Grandmaster Realm, and Master Zhi Shang appeared once again, saying only one sentence: “You may leave the mountain now!!”

It could be said that Master Zhi Shang, the Shaolin Abbot, is the unparalleled Martial God in the hearts of all martial artists in Hua Country. Any martial artist fortunate enough to receive even the briefest guidance from Master Zhi Shang could reap enormous benefits and experience a dramatic surge in their skills.

Unfortunately, the Shaolin Abbot had been in continuous closed-door cultivation, never meeting outsiders—this was the greatest regret of all martial arts practitioners in Hua Country.

There were many rumors about Master Zhi Shang in the martial arts community, with the most speculated ones concerning his strength. Some say that Master Zhi Shang has profound insight into the Buddhist Law, rendering his power immeasurable.

However, due to the decline of martial arts in recent years, many uninformed people simply think that the Shaolin Abbot is pretending to be enigmatic, in reality just an old man about to be buried.

Only those at the pinnacle of martial arts can know that the Shaolin Abbot is the number one person in Hua Country, whose strength has long reached the upper reaches of the Great Grandmaster level. Even if Lei Ting, one of the top ten Grandmasters in Hua Country, were to seek practice, it is uncertain whether he would be an opponent for the Shaolin Abbot.

Such formidable power is thus apparent.

For the currently destitute world of martial arts, a half-step Grandmaster is already the limit that common people can come in contact with, and true Great Grandmasters mostly do not venture out, rarely seen by the general public.

As for upper-level Great Grandmasters like Zhi Shang and Liu Ping, they are even more elusive than a dragon that shows its head but not its tail. Not to mention ordinary people, even those top tycoons with trillions in wealth would find it extremely difficult to meet them.

And now, in such an old neighborhood outside of Modu, within a small living room of a modest two-bedroom apartment, two upper-level Great Grandmasters have made their appearance. If common martial artists were to learn of this, they would likely be too excited for words.

Even Lei Ting, who had just arrived, fell to his knees directly, and the mid-level Great Grandmaster Qin Lan, despite her usual capricious and eccentric behavior, was honestly escorted out of the living room in front of the two elders, not daring to resist at all.

If even two Grandmasters acted in such a way, any behavior from others would not be surprising.

And at this moment, between two upper-level Great Grandmasters, the only one sitting calmly was Chu Mo alone. Even with Chu Mo’s composure and nature, his heart was still beating faster at this moment.

It was then that the Shaolin Abbot sitting across suddenly crossed his legs and sat down. However, he was not sitting on the ground, but hovering in the air, two feet off the ground.

The Shaolin Abbot’s gaze suddenly swept across Chu Mo, his voice booming as he said:

“Liu Shi-Zhu, with your condition, even if you forcefully stimulate your True Qi, you can only hold on for a day at most. After twenty hours, once the last trace of True Qi is exhausted, I fear there will be no turning back!

Why go through the trouble of inviting me here to Modu to discuss the Dao when you can find outsiders!”

Liu Ping did not say much; at this time, his complexion was rosy, and his whole person showed no signs of illness. However, all three people in the living room knew clearly that this was merely a flicker of vitality before the end for Liu Ping.

Liu Ping then pointed to the exquisite wooden box on the dining table and spoke in a calm tone:

“Old monk, don’t think I’m unaware that these years, you have traveled through the rivers and mountains of Hua Country, seeking various miraculous elixirs to find a breakthrough. But now, as martial arts have declined and pollution is severe, other than occasionally finding a hundred-year ginseng in Taihang Mountains, there are no more valuable natural treasures left.

Although your inner strength is profound, old monk, you are after all 105 years old. In my opinion, you have at most five more years to live. However, your desire to break through within five years to reach the divine realm never before attained is likely as hard as ascending to the heavens; otherwise, you would not have been trapped here for twenty years.

Regarding this young friend by my side, I know you, old monk, do not concern yourself with worldly affairs and are not aware of Mister Chu’s emergence in Modu. Let me introduce him to you. Mister Chu’s status is not ordinary; even the eight great families of Hua Country must bow before him now. And the reason I asked him to stay here is precisely because of the Longevity Pill in front of us.

This pill was painstakingly developed by Mister Chu, and the main ingredient is the Rejuvenation Pill. I need not say how effective the Rejuvenation Pill is; an ordinary person taking just one pill could live more than ten additional years. What you lack most now, old monk, is time. Perhaps you won’t be able to break through in the next five years, but if you were given five more years, or even longer, perhaps there could still be a way!”

At this moment, Liu Ping’s demeanor was tranquil, with even a hint of a smile in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, a sparkle of light suddenly flashed in the eyes of the Shaolin Abbot across from him. Then, his gaze fixed intently on the Longevity Pill in front of him!