Martial Peak

Chapter 1869, Broken Ancestral Tablets

Translator: Silavin & PewPewLaserGun

Editor and Proofreader: Leo of Zion Mountain &Dhael Ligerkeys

While Yang Kai was cleaning out Purple Star’s Vault, a good show was also happening in the ancestral hall of Purple Star Palace.

Since Zi Wu Ji had decided to have a showdown with Gong Sun Liang today, he no longer restrained himself and instead took a forward and aggressive stance.

Gong Sun Liang noticed this, but he didn’t take it to heart, simply choosing to observe everything indifferently.

Many of Purple Star’s leaders also faintly felt that today’s atmosphere was slightly different and became somewhat anxious. Fortunately, everything proceeded as smoothly as usual, and the ceremony of offering sacrifices to the Heavens went off without a hitch.

Half a day later, everyone poured into the ancestral hall to prepare for the last worship ceremony.

The offerings had been prepared long ago, and inside the hall, Purple Star’s members were split into four ranks while Gong Sun Liang stood at the head of the hall and gave a speech praising the great achievements of Purple Star’s ancestors. The atmosphere in the ancestral hall was extremely solemn as everyone felt a sense of pride in their identity.

After a long time, Gong Sun Liang looked down and shouted, “Before our great ancestors, disciple Gong Sun Liang, on behalf of all of Purple Star, offers these tributes to the ancestors’ spirits. May the ancestors bless our Purple Star with eternal prosperity! Light the incense!”

When these words were spoken, three incense burners were lit.

Gong Sun Liang was about to receive these burners when suddenly a voice called out, “Great Elder, please wait!”

Gong Sun Liang frowned, turned his head to look in the direction the voice came from, half-squinted his eyes, and said, “Whatever it is Second Young Master wishes to discuss, it can wait until after this old master finishes placing these three incense sticks. No one may interfere with the Ancestral Worship Ceremony.”

Zi Wu Ji just smiled lightly though and said, “What Great Elder said is absolutely right, but Wu Ji thinks it is wrong to hand these three incense sticks to Great Elder.”

“This old master is Purple Star’s Great Elder, what is inappropriate about him placing these three sticks of incense?” Gong Sun Liang said lightly, his half-squinted eyes revealing a substantive coercion as he stared at Zi Wu Ji.

The latter showed not the slightest fear, however, and continued to speak, “In the past, this ceremony was presided over by my Lord Father and Eldest Brother, now that Lord Father and Eldest Brother are not on Purple Star, Wu Ji should be the one to take their place.”

“Second Young Master wants these three sticks of incense?”

“Of course!”

“Haha, Second Young Master surely jests, Master and Young Master are not on Purple Star, so this old as Purple Star’s Great Elder is responsible for fulfilling their duties in their absence. There is no need for Second Young Master to concern himself with this.”

through this Wu Ji’s veins, and the Zi Family is the foundation of Purple

you insist on this?” Gong Sun

Great Elder will cooperate,” Zi Wu Ji stared back at him in a neither

pressure. Placing the incense was only one step in the Ancestral Worship Ceremony, but it had extraordinary meaning. If he were to compromise today, it

as soon as his Saint Qi left his body, a series of cracks

moment, countless gasps

face sank as his eyes landed on Zi Wu Ji’s triumphant smile, a bad

Ancestral Tablets have

“What?”

Ancestral Tablets really

all around, shouts rang out from all Purple Star’s leaders, causing Gong Sun Liang to swiftly turn his head

the hall had broken. Even if a few of them had not shattered completely, they had countless cracks on their

ancestors who had made great contributions to Purple Star in the past. Each of these ancestors had been a powerful master who was famous in his or her time and that even today was admired and respected by the trillions of cultivators who lived under

place a tablet here

a kind of

current Sect Master of Purple

belief had all crumbled into

Sun Liang’s heart trembled as he turned and glared at Zi

ancestral tablet was

he could speak though, Zi Wu Ji coughed out a mouthful of blood and with a face filled with sadness and despair, he pointed at Gong Sun Liang and haltingly shouted, “Great Elder… You are too vicious! Even if you are dissatisfied with this Wu Ji’s conduct, a small punishment or scolding would have sufficed, but in your rage, you’ve even gone so far

immediately shouted angrily, “Zi Wu Ji, don’t

nonsense?” Zi Wu Ji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered, “With so many in the ancestral hall seeing what happened just now, how could this Wu Ji be speaking

wisp of its owner’s Soul, destroying the tablet is tantamount to killing all of our ancestor’s Souls, allowing

Elder, what is the

Elder, explain your

Ji looked sad and indignant as he covered his chest with

been led into a trap. He did urge his Saint Qi just now, but he just wanted to teach Zi Wu Ji a small lesson for his

degree could never have had such a drastic

tablets have long ago been rigged to react to

instead just turning a look of admiration towards Zi Wu Ji. Daring to use these ancestral tablets was something even he had never conceived, so Gong Sun Liang could not help admiring Zi Wu Ji’s determination

Wu Ji does not understand. Right now, Great Elder should be giving a reasonable explanation for what has happened to the ancestral tablets, not trying to distract us with nonsense!” Zi Wu Ji forced the issue

eyes swept over the masters behind Zi Wu Ji, causing all of them to tremble and look away in

the Great Elder was still the Great Elder. He was

aware of this and cursed all of them in his heart as wastes. Blocking Gong Sun Liang’s line of sight, he shouted in a low voice, “Great Elder, do

you want to say?” Gong Sun Liang smirked, “Boy, you’re quite good. If not for Dong’er, Purple Star may really have fallen to you in the future, but unfortunately… you are destined to be just another pitiful