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The martial arts master, Zhongli Yan, punched the Heart Mirror protecting his father, producing a sound like gold hitting iron.
Zhong Li Zhaojia, motionless, opened his mouth as if to ask the prodigal son if he had eaten. He was about to give a paternal and compassionate retort.
"Stop!"
Zhongli Yan suddenly stopped, his face solemn.
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After giving it his all with a final punch, he was completely drained and ready to accept his beating. But when the fight was suddenly called off, a wave of renewed energy surged through him, making him feel strong as an ox again.
Of course, he also has something important to do.
Zhongli, the grand master, never flinched from battle, never resorted to trickery or deceit — at least not without just cause.
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He stood in the highest-spec venue for martial arts displays, gazing at the sky. Blood surged through his veins, and a rare complexity flickered in his eyes: "Martial arts has reached its peak!"
Southern Yue Jian leaned at his feet, gazing from this mountain to another. He couldn't help but sigh: "Only Wang Ao who reaches the summit!"
A martial arts master, of course, has the deepest feelings about the changes in the martial arts world.
The Heavenly Barrier no longer exists, and the Eternal Mist has dissipated.
The path of the warrior has been completely cleared.
At this moment, his path ahead was crystal clear, a far cry from the emptiness he had seen before.
Your path ahead is also now open.
Zhongli Zhajia looked at his son, his eyes also very complex.
This son may be unfilial and disobedient, but his talent is undeniable. Now that martial arts has reached its peak, with no more obstacles before the pinnacle, wouldn't it be even more courageous to strive for improvement
Maybe it won't be long before I can no longer discipline him.
When he was still capable of fighting, he already behaved so disobediently. I can't even imagine what the future holds!
Zhong Liyan was sighing when, suddenly, he took a step back, creating some distance. Wu Fu's vigilance made him sense the trace of killing intent inadvertently released by his father and couldn't help but ask: "Father, do you have a grudge against Wang Ao"
Zhong Li Zaojia came back to his senses at once.
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Oh my, oh my. This is my own son. How could I even think of such a ruthless thing as cutting him down, preventing future troubles
“No, no, it's just that we crossed paths.” Zhongli Zhaojia explained: “He is a person who only has martial arts in his eyes and is very pure. I'm happy for him!”
"You're doing pretty well!" Zhongli Yan said nonchalantly. "Back then, those who fought and were on the same level as me, they all broke through their martial paths and achieved the peak in a blink of an eye, immediately transcending. If it were me, I would be so jealous. Don't say I'm happy for him, I wouldn't even curse him under my breath!"
Zhong Li Zhao looked at him deeply: "You need to learn your father's sense of measure!"
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"Ha!" Zhongli Yan grinned, "I only know that Dou Xiaoren's end is here!"
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He added, "Jiang Xiaoren's doomsday has also come."
Finally, he glanced at his own father, and for the last time, held back from saying the next sentence. He paused: "Forget it, these people aren't worth mentioning! They shouldn't even be in my sight!"
Zhong Li Zhaojia asked very dangerously, "Who do you see in your eyes"
Zhongli Yan asked back, “How old is Wang Ao”
"That I'm not really sure about," Zhong Li Zhaode said. "About fifty or sixty"
A martial arts master who is less than a hundred years old, at the pinnacle of his abilities, capable of transcending reality—this is truly a mythical figure!
Zhongli Yan let out a 'tsk' and said, "He should be grateful!"
Zhong Li Zhaoming was unclear about the reasons, but he sighed with admiration: "To achieve such a great feat, both strength and opportunity are indispensable. It is indeed fortunate."
Zhongli Yan drew his sword and walked away: "What he should be most thankful for is that someone was born twenty years later!"
"I know you're pretty wild, but don't get ahead of yourself, a person should be humble—" Zhongli Zhaojia's voice suddenly rose: "You little bastard! Where did you go sneaking around again"
Zhongli Yan didn't look back, he hoisted Nan Yue onto his shoulder, and an unprovoked sword qi erupted, cleaving through the clouds. "Since the path ahead is open for me, I shall first ascend to the peak of martial arts!"
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Zhongli Zhao was taken aback, and the vulgar words he wanted to curse out completely escaped him.
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Should we first try to reach the 25th heaven of martial arts
The clouds that had been torn apart by the sky slowly gathered again.
Clouds gather and disperse, and today is such a day.
But the halberd hanging in the sky did not fall. Countless phantoms of gods and demons entwined with the halberd's branches, perched like crows.
Jiang Wuyou stood alone on the roof, which was the highest point of Huaying Palace.
Standing here, you can almost see the entire imperial palace complex of the State of Qi.
She was the most beloved daughter of Emperor Jiang Shu, the overlord of Daqi and the ruler of the world. She was born during the First Qi Xia War, coming into the world alongside the flourishing empire of Daqi.
She bore the highest expectations. As one of Jiang Shuzhu's many daughters, she was the only one qualified to compete for the throne. She was also one of the four grand palace masters closest to the position of heir apparent.
But she didn't achieve divine presence until she was thirty-three.
In a world of the extraordinary, this is undoubtedly a genius. But for a princess who aspires to great power, this is not a satisfactory level of cultivation.
At the Yellow River gathering, only those under thirty years of age who have manifested their divine presence are eligible to enter the main competition. The champion from the 1939 Yellow River Tournament, whose Dao lineage is three nine one nine, has not yet reached the age of thirty but has already attained the pinnacle of enlightenment.
She should be the peerless prodigy of the world, but she was slower than all the peerless figures.
Cultivation is not about being fast.
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But she was not that kind of prince who concealed her talents and acted mediocre. She needed to show her sharp edges, to vie for the throne with dazzling performances as the mistress of Huaying Palace.
The reason she's so slow is that she chose the most difficult path. She wants to truly achieve it, making that Eastern Overlord... "I have no worries!"
The orthodox path of cultivation could never surpass her elder brother's. If she couldn't surpass the one in Qing Shi Palace, how could she claim to make someone like the Qi emperor "worry-free"
Jiang Wuliang once said——"What mortals have already accomplished cannot open up a new heaven in this world."
Jiang Wuyou, however, knew: "One cannot open up a new heaven in this world without washing away the dust of Qing Shi!"
But the three words "open a new sky," how difficult they are! Since ancient times, those with such ambition, even those unknown, have left their mark on history.
In the vast realm of practice today, the prerequisite for "self-opening martial arts" is that "martial arts" and "Tao" truly coexist.
But in fact, over a long period of time, martial arts has never truly been perfected. Generation after generation of warriors have strived tirelessly. Even peerless warriors like Wang Ao, the number one martial artist, only remained at the twenty-sixth heaven of martial arts.
The Dao Wu she mastered was imbalanced, so this path she walked was especially arduous.
Since embarking on this journey, she has faced countless difficulties, and now she has to run with a limp.
She limped her way, reaching the presence of the God of War, even pushing out a real path from the cave. A master's aura is evident!
But she didn't dare to continue walking forward.
Because she had not yet seen the broader horizons of martial arts, she was uncertain whether the "martial arts" she had used to enter the Tao was true martial arts. She was unwilling to regard enlightenment as the ultimate limit of her life.
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She needs to see the bigger picture.
The King of Qi is not just an ordinary person!
Such a great empire, with such vast territory, could only be controlled by an emperor of the Cave Truth realm. Even he couldn't grasp the nation's power, how could he control those extraordinary figures
On the last day of the 3928th year of the Daoli calendar, this issue was resolved.
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When she was forty years old, she reached the pinnacle of martial arts.
The ancients said, "At forty, one is free from perplexity," and she, indeed, is now free from perplexity!
"Forty years old, what a wonderful age!" She raised her right hand, spreading out her five fingers as if to grasp the world.
The Fang Tian Ghost God Halberd suspended in the air trembled violently, almost shaking space-time. Countless ghosts and gods bowed down: "I was born neither too early nor too late!"
Wang Ao ascended to the pinnacle of martial arts, shaking the world.
Jiang Wuyu ascended to the peak of martial arts, his brilliance illuminating Linzi.
The sky is leisurely, with clouds drifting by, open for all to admire.
Clouds were cut and scattered, like the ups and downs of people's hearts. This turmoil also spread to the Duke of Shuofang's mansion.
“Master! Master! Slow down, be careful you don't fall!”
The maid chased after him in the courtyard, panting heavily, but she couldn't quite catch up.
The little boy running with his kite ran so fast, he kept turning back to look. His crisp laughter echoed in the air. Isn't childhood supposed to be filled with pure joy
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"Young master..."
The maidservant did not chase after him.
Because the young master stopped walking.
A short boy, pulled down the kite string with one hand. The lively butterfly kite, which was flying happily in the air, fell heavily to the ground and transformed from a living creature into a corpse.
The boy turned his head, revealing a delicate and aristocratic face, with a hint of gloom.
The maidservant's heart skipped a beat, she dared not speak.
This eight-year-old boy before you is the grandson of the current Duke of Shuofang, the son of the late Bao Zhongqing, and a darling of the Bao family. He is the pampered young master of the Bao family—Bao Xuanjing.
He was born with an innate talent for learning and was exceptionally intelligent. The private school teacher was simply unable to teach him. The magistrate of Shuo Fang invited eight learned tutors, who took turns giving him classes, eight sessions a day, each lasting half an hour. In just a few days, they had exhausted the knowledge of all the tutors, and soon a new teacher would be needed!
Because Bao Xuanjing was a quick learner, he grasped things instantly. He didn't have the patience for every word and phrase, wanting each master to only focus on the key points. He could fill in all the details himself in his mind. So even if someone was incredibly knowledgeable, they would still feel like just another passing vehicle before young Master Bao.
As for his cultivation, needless to say, he easily mastered the most complex Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Formation from the Bao family's transmission. At the age of five, he relied on this to establish his foundation and officially "travel through meridians".
That is, Zhou Tianjing needs a certain amount of experience to condense the Zhou Tian imagery. Only then can he temporarily put it aside.
But his skill in martial arts was already beyond what any ordinary master could teach. Now he is personally trained by the Marquis of Shuofang. When the Marquis of Shuofang is busy with military affairs, the Marquis of Chang Hua and the Marquis of Ying Yong also come.
Everyone called him "Little Champion," hoping he would be the second Chong Xuan Zun. Sooner or later, he will become the foremost general, his brilliance shining upon Linzi.
The young master of the Bao family was not only intelligent and talented but also kind and gentle. He was well-educated, courteous, humble, and polite. Even at the age of eight, many nobles came to propose marriage, tying red strings around his ankle, but his grandfather refused them all, citing his young age.
Today's gloomy weather is unprecedented.
At least this maid had never seen it before, so she was stunned for a moment.
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Bao Xuanjing, realizing his awkwardness, suddenly smiled and said: "Sister Xiaoqiu, could you please help me pick up the kite—I remembered that I haven't finished reading today's book yet, so I can't play anymore."
This smile thawed the courtyard. The maid let out a sigh of relief and bowed her head in greeting: "Young master, please go. I'll come clean up here."
Many people know that Bao Zhongqing's widow, Miao Yuzhi, greatly admired Elder Jiang of Tai Xu Ge.
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Whatever books Lao Jiang had read, he would buy them for Bao Xuanjing to read, saying it was "seeing the virtuous and emulating them."
When Bao Xuanjing was still a baby, he had a great affinity for Elder Jiang Ge. While others ignored him, he would smile when he saw Elder Jiang Ge.
Recently, the young master has been reading "The Complete Records of History". Those massive volumes, piled high like city walls, are daunting to behold.
The young master was indeed engrossed in his reading, worthy of the evaluation given to him by Bo Wang Hou - "truly intelligent and eager to learn".
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Bao Xuanjing walked into the study and casually closed the door. His small face immediately darkened like water.
"I hate that I was born two hundred years too late, or else I could have seized this great path!"
“Zhuang Chengqian deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces and tormented for eternity!”
He still lacked confidence. He needed to be born two hundred years earlier to suppress Wang Ao and claim the peak of martial arts. Some people could do it twenty years earlier.
From "God of the Underworld" to "God of the Present World," it's not a step but a chasm. He already possessed peak power in the Netherworld, and now he seeks the eternal transcendence beyond all realms, only half a step away.
But for this half step, he had already walked for too long!
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A mighty deity of the underworld, after an age-long gestation, weathered numerous tribulations and finally conceived a celestial embryo. It was acknowledged by the mortal realm, gaining further prospects. Yet, it must await the gradual growth of this child's body, lest suspicion arise among mortals.
These eight years have been too hard!
He feared no opponent and was unafraid to play against anyone, but pretending to be a baby to fool fools, to pacify a bunch of fools, was truly painful. Even an existence like him, who had lived for a long time, found it unbearable—or perhaps this was also proof that he was now human, beginning to feel the fragility of being human.
Including anxiety, including jealousy, including regret.
Seeing that Wang Ao, at an age of no more than a hundred years, had reached this stage, ascended to the pinnacle, holding the merits of opening the path, transcendence was within his grasp.
The feelings in his heart are truly indescribable.
In the stillness of a library, a torrent of intense emotions surged. Then, it receded in an instant.
"Cough!"
He coughed lightly, obediently sat down at his desk, spread out the "Zhili Volume Three," and began to read it seriously.
Almost at the same time, the contemporary prefect Bao Yi of Shuofang arrived and halted his carriage in front of the government office.
The commanding general, with his handsome features and gentle demeanor, strode into the manor. King Ao shattered martial arts, achieving a path to heaven, directly shaking the present world. Those who saw through the truth of this world naturally noticed it.
All warriors under heaven benefited from Wang Ao, and the martial energy they possessed also gave back to him.
This time, the blood and energy of the world surged, truly magnificent. It is a spectacle unseen in ten thousand years.
Shuo Fangbo had always made up his mind not to look back. He had already planned a route for Bao Xuanying, and at this moment, an idea popped into his head—perhaps he could ask Jing'er if she was willing to learn martial arts. This child, in terms of fists, feet, and weapons, also possessed top-tier talent.
"Dao" has almost exhausted its variations, while "Wu" has just begun to clear the land. There is still a vast expanse of fertile ground, it's the perfect time to charge into battle and seize territory.
But this child, there's something a little... off...
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"In ancient times, Emperor Wu…"
Bao Xuanjing was reading in his study, his voice gradually getting softer.
For the past eight years, he hasn't been idle. Taking advantage of his youth and the lack of suspicion from others, he nestled in his mother's embrace and laid plans piece by piece. Under the shadows, he slowly eroded this prestigious family in Linzi.
Throughout the entire Bao family, he dared not lay a hand on Shuofang Bo, not only because this person was distinguished and influential, affecting the fortunes of the powerful nation. More importantly, this person frequently appeared before the emperor, making it easy for the hegemon of the Eastern country to detect any discrepancies.
Although Bao Xuanjing was fully prepared, he didn't plan to meet that peerless overlord just yet.
After all, having lived for a long time, I also know that "all-encompassing" is not truly all-encompassing.
Borrowing the light from the window to read, Bao Xuanying inexplicably thought to himself—
The third volume is the last one of Zhilüe, and the historical depth of the state of Qi is indeed inferior to that of other powerful states. When Sima Heng revised this book, he probably considered listing the former Marquis of Wuan in the historical records.
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Hey! I wonder if there are any like-minded people who would be willing to join me on this journey
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