In the Sacred Capital.
The Sacred Capital was slowly being rebuilt.
But within decades, it would be impossible to restore its former prosperity.
At the Wei Family's old mansion.
Wei Guangming silently kept watch.
He was now tinkering with a radio.
His cultivation had reached the peak of Martial Venerable.
Even if he didn't practice every day,
the blood sacrifice would force-feed him, dragging him up to become a Martial Saint.
Now, Wei Guangming dared not leave this place for even a step.
He had also heard about Su Yuanshan destroying the Southern Continent with a single move.
A faint feeling lingered in Wei Guangming's heart.
Sooner or later, he would have to open the ancestor's coffin.
He had also heard about the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin.
But the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin was completely different from Wei Tianjun's Bronze Giant Coffin.
He had no idea whether, once the coffin was opened,
it would bring the ancestor back to life like the Ghost Tomb Stone Coffin had.
...
In the Heavenly Capital.
The original world-class martial arts tournament had been temporarily canceled due to the Southern Continent disaster.
After a month of calm,
Chen Feng began announcing his acceptance of disciples once again.
He knew he couldn't keep spiraling in despair.
After experiencing what happened with Su Yuanshan,
he longed even more for powerful strength.
During this time, his new disciples, Angelina and Yang Xuan, had already begun mastering their martial arts techniques.
Chen Feng's Northern Dark Divine Art had also reached new heights.
What surprised Chen Feng the most was that,
after Yang Xuan achieved basic mastery over the Yijing Sutra,
Chen Feng gained a transcendent insight into the Yijing Sutra.
It was a technique for tempering one's own body.
Each time it was practiced, it refined the body and bloodline.
Over long periods of cultivation, it could achieve the effect of cleansing the marrow.
Chen Feng practiced the Yijing Sutra whenever he had time.
In his entire life,
this was the first time he had willingly and actively practiced a technique every single day.
After reopening his recruitment, the number of people coming to seek him as a master was not as explosive as before.
Because everyone knew that the Martial God who destroyed the Southern Continent was in Daxia.
There were also rumors
that this Martial God was the father-in-law of the Daxia Hero.
But most people didn't believe it.
In their hearts, the Daxia Hero was so radiant and noble.
How could he have a father-in-law who was like an apocalypse-bringing reaper?
Nevertheless, people still came to seek apprenticeship day after day.
Unfortunately, for a whole month,
Chen Feng found no qualified disciples.
Until one day.
A young refugee from the Southern Continent
finally triggered the system's prompt.
[Detected: Indestructible Golden Body match rate 100%.]
[Name: Anthony.]
This young man named Anthony
had brown hair and brown skin.
His resolute face carried a hint of rawness.
His body was covered in knotted muscles.
Standing at 185 centimeters tall, he was a head taller than Chen Feng, who was 180 centimeters.
When he came to seek apprenticeship, his cultivation had already reached the level of Advanced Martial Artist.
Chen Feng asked curiously,
“What technique did you practice before?”
Anthony shook his head and said,
“I never practiced any martial arts technique.”
“What I cultivated was called Dou Qi.”
“But the man who taught me Dou Qi died in the Southern Continent.”
He would never forget.
On the TV news, a Martial God with Eastern features grabbed his master by the hair and flew into the sky.
Then he used a meteorite to destroy the entire Southern Continent.
When Anthony crawled out of the rubble,
he headed straight for the spot where the meteorite had fallen,
searching for his master's figure.
After walking for over a month,
he finally saw the giant crater.
Walking around the crater, he indeed found his master.
He saw Master Aiden kneeling on the barren ground,
both hands clenched tightly in the dirt before him.
Two streams of bloody tears flowed from his eyes,
and he had already stopped breathing.
Anthony could tell
how much despair and grief his master felt before death.
Hearing the words “Dou Qi,”
Chen Feng was taken aback.
“Your master was Aiden?”
Anthony nodded.
He had originally been an ordinary farmer.
It was Aiden who set him on the path of cultivation,
and he had become an Advanced Martial Artist.
But he had never known that Aiden was a Martial God.
Not until that day, when he saw on the news Su Yuanshan declare that Aiden was a king from the ancient era of the Southern Continent,
and then witness the destruction of the entire Southern Continent,
did Anthony realize his master's extraordinary nature.
Now that the Daxia Hero had directly spoken his master's name,
Anthony no longer hid anything. In his imperfect Daxia language, he said,
“My main reason for coming to seek you as my master is to learn the truth about my master.”
“But I didn't dare ask just anyone, because I can't afford to offend that Martial God.”
“But I knew there was one person I could trust: the Daxia Hero.”
“Can you tell me about my master's true identity?”
Chen Feng never expected that
in taking on disciples this time, he would end up with Aiden's student.
He sighed and said,
“Do you want to avenge your master?”
Thinking of Su Yuanshan, whose strength was unfathomable, Anthony shook his head.
“I know I probably won't be able to avenge him in this lifetime.”
“I just want to continue cultivating my martial path and not disappoint my master.”
Chen Feng patted Anthony on the shoulder.
Through his Qilin Eye, he could see that Anthony was kind-hearted.
Even kinder than himself.
He led Anthony into the villa and briefly explained the information about Aiden.
It was only then that this young lad learned
that the unassuming white-haired old man who had taught him Dou Qi was truly an expert even more powerful than a Martial Saint.
On the other side,
the Flood Dragon's search for martial arts techniques was not going smoothly.
She had given herself a human name:
Long Jiaojiao.
She switched through several martial arts halls,
but none of them had a technique suitable for her to practice.
It was only after learning
that a Martial God among humans had appeared—one capable of destroying an entire continent in a single move—
that she truly realized
the immense power of human Martial Gods.
“How is it, Jiaojiao? Which technique do you want to practice?”
“I can teach you hand in hand!”
In one martial arts hall, the owner personally accompanied a new student in selecting a martial arts technique.
But this student...
She made his mouth go dry.
He couldn't stop swallowing his saliva behind her back.
This female student, other than having poor bone quality—having tried multiple techniques to no avail—
had nothing but advantages.
Now, the owner finally couldn't hold back his wicked thoughts.
He said to the female student,
“You must realize how poor your talent is by now.”
“According to the rules, if you can't even get started with any technique, you'll be expelled from the hall.”
“But if you just listen to me obediently, I can not only keep you from being expelled but also help you become part of the hall's management.”
“You don't want to be kicked out in front of everyone else, do you?”
The Flood Dragon turned around and looked at the lecherous owner.
She then took the initiative to embrace him.
The owner was ecstatic.
He felt like he had reached the peak of his life.
But the next moment.
The Flood Dragon lifted the owner up
and stuffed him directly into her mouth.
Just like when she was still in her serpent form, she swallowed the owner whole without chewing a single bite.
But she dared not transform back into her original form,
afraid she might not be able to change back.
After dealing with the annoying owner,
the Flood Dragon had to face a stark reality.
Human martial arts techniques were completely unsuited for her.
Nowadays, the martial arts techniques taught in these training halls are all distributed by the Martial Arts Guild.
The techniques in most training halls are almost identical.
Long Jiaojiao tried many different martial arts techniques.
Blades, spears, clubs, punches, palms, legs, and kicks—
She tried nearly all of them.
But she simply could not get started.
"Why could Yin Hu do it, but I can't?"
"Am I really inferior to Yin Hu?"
Long Jiaojiao's heart was filled with unwillingness.
Then suddenly, a person came to her mind.
Yin Hu's master!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
