Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 670 Fabrication

Zhang Xinglie looked at him. He was the most impulsive among Yunhua's classmates and always liked to express various opinions.

This was the first time he had seen such a calm gaze.

"Have you decided?"

"It's decided," Wang Zhenghua said.

Zhang Xinglie said, "I've heard some rumors. You're not the first friend to tell me this. My friends in Rucheng have also said similar things."

Wang Zhenghua did not say.

"Has things really come to this?" Zhang Xinglie asked.

Wang Zhenghua slowly said, "The war of the ten realms is imminent, yet the Demon Worship Cult is eroding human civilization. If we don't eradicate the Demon Worship Cult, humanity will undoubtedly lose the war of the ten realms. Rather than waiting to fall into the Demon Prison and make Blue Star the nineteenth level, we should do what we can in advance."

“You’re only at the Innate level. Give you a few more years, and you might advance to Grandmaster. Your value will far exceed what you have now,” Zhang Xinglie said.

"There's no time left. They left us, their descendants, with so many disgusting sins that it's suffocating us. If we leave the same to our descendants, they'll all die out. Haven't you noticed that there are fewer and fewer descendants?"

Zhang Xinglie recalled a set of real population data he had seen before and could not refute it.

"Who do you think killed those descendants who should have been born but were not? My brother was almost killed, and I don't want his children to be killed too."

Zhang Xinglie's heart skipped a beat.

Neither he nor Liu Shanshan have been using any protective measures recently, and they plan to let nature take its course.

"Let me think about it," Zhang Xinglie said.

Wang Zhenghua said, "Although you are injured, your strength is still there. As long as you continue to cultivate, with your talent, you are very likely to advance to the Martial Saint realm. At that time, you will be able to find rare and precious materials to restore your body. Your path is longer than ours."

Zhang Xinglie chuckled self-deprecatingly and said, "You all like to flatter me to death. Look at Zhou Leng, and then look at me. There's no way I can go that far."

Wang Zhenghua sighed softly and said, "I went to the Ancient River Sect Conference. The last time I saw him, he was just an excellent innate master. Who would have thought that in less than two years, he would be able to host a world-class seminar and chat with martial saints?"

Zhang Xinglie smiled slightly. He didn't go, but he was very happy.

Wang Zhenghua said, "Do you know why Lü Yuanhao killed that enemy? He originally only wanted to force the other party to admit his mistake, and he never intended to kill him."

"why?"

"Because he discovered that his enemy's daughter was harming Zhou Leng, and harming the hope of humanity in his heart. He said that the evil bloodline could not continue. If it continued, they would kill one Zhou Leng after another, until they would destroy the future of all humanity."

Zhang Xinglie narrowed his eyes and said slowly, "Yes, they can even harm Zhou Leng, what are they incapable of doing?"

"I'm leaving now to continue preparations. If you'd like to help, let me know." Wang Zhenghua strode away.

"You're going...to that place?"

Wang Zhenghua remained silent.

Old Beijing, the Demon City, the mine.

After work, Hu Yi had dinner and drinks with a group of familiar colleagues.

I drank a bit too much today because I have a day off tomorrow.

The deputy captain called Hu Yi aside, and the two chatted and drank together.

As they chatted, the deputy captain complained, "Damn it, the mine's cut has gone up again. Next month, my take-home pay will be even less. They clearly have more money than they can spend, so why do they have to take scraps from us?"

"Huh? They're cutting welfare benefits?" Hu Yi asked.

"It's going to drop."

"I heard that the big boss behind our company is the Zhao family?"

"It's no secret. Zhao He came here before he died, and I helped with the reception."

"Zhao He, that bastard deserved to die." Upon hearing Zhao He's name, Hu Yi felt a surge of old and new grudges. "Damn it, I was waiting to get my money next month and have some fun during the short holiday, but now that's all over."

That well-mannered high school student has been weathered by the elements of the mine, his appearance now rounded in some places and sharpened in others.

The deputy captain laughed and said, "I've heard from many miners that if pushed to the limit, everyone will team up and drive big trucks to ram them. Someone even posted a picture of Zhao Gong. Those stone blocks can stop ordinary vehicles, but they can't stop big mining trucks."

Upon hearing this, Hu Yi laughed loudly, "I've thought about that too! If someone really wants to do it, I'll definitely do it! Count me in!"

"You're so young, why are you so impulsive?"

"Hey, the Zhao family ruined our families and killed us. If I don't even dare to avenge this, am I even human? Haven't you seen the news online lately? There's more and more evidence of the Zhao family's collusion with the Demon Worshiping Cult. That Gao Tianfeng, hey, there's the video of Zhou Leng dissecting her in public..."

"Later, someone discovered that Gao Tianfeng had secretly harmed many people in their hometown and concocted a lot of demonic potions. The evidence was conclusive, and although it had been completely deleted, there were still ways to see it..."

"My mom, my sister, my dad, they were all inexplicably kidnapped by the Demonic Cult, and it just so happens that they were all from the Zhao family in Rucheng. If it wasn't the Zhao family, who else could it be? Damn it, fuck the hell out of them..."

As Hu Yi cursed, his eyes reddened. "I could have accepted all of this. But these bastards have been harming Zhou Leng all along! I can be a coward, I can be exploited like a dog, I can accept that, okay? But Zhou Leng is such a genius, clearly the hope of humanity, but how did the Zhao family treat him? They just robbed him of a perfectly good mine, they just killed his friend Xue Chengsong's family, and sixteen families joined forces to kill Zhou Leng..."

"I can't stand it! I, Hu Yi, have lost everything in this life, and the Zhao family can't extinguish even the last glimmer of hope I placed on Zhou Leng! No way, I'll go get the car, I'll ram Zhao Gong! I'm not afraid!"

After Hu Yi finished speaking, he wiped away his tears, got up drunk, and staggered toward the mine cart.

"No..." The deputy captain tried his best to persuade Hu Yi to stay and sent him back to his dormitory.

Hu Yi lay on the bed, muttering softly.

"Count me in. I wouldn't dare go alone, but with a bunch of people, I'm not going to back down. Let's just do it..."

On the demonized plane bound for Rucheng.

Zhou Leng and Wang Boxiong were chatting.

Halfway through the conversation, Zhou Leng blinked and released his power to isolate the sound within three meters of him.

Wang Boxiong turned to look at Zhou Leng.

Zhou Lengdao said, "Brother Xiong, I'd like to ask, in some old martial arts clans that don't have Martial Saints, what level would a Grandmaster's strength be considered? For example, between you and Zhao Tianji, who is stronger?"

Wang Boxiong gave Zhou Leng a deep look and said, "Zhao Tianji's advantage lies in his profound skill and rich experience. My advantage lies in my youth and strength, and my new martial arts are more perfect. Especially after I modified the Ancient River Sect's techniques, if I were to face him, we would be evenly matched in a friendly spar, but in a life-or-death battle, it would be 70/30. I would be 70/30."

"As expected of Wang Boxiong, his aura is unmatched by most grandmasters. So, in the Zhao family, is there anyone more powerful than Zhao Tianji?" Zhou Leng asked casually.

Wang Boxiong pondered for a moment and said, "Zhao Cong is far superior to Zhao Tianji."

"Hmm? Zhao Cong is a few years older than you, but twenty years younger than Zhao Tianji, and he's that strong?"

Wang Boxiong hesitated for a moment before saying, "Zhao Cong's martial arts resources are a hundred times greater than Zhao Tianji's. Zhao Tianji is just an ordinary peak grandmaster, but Zhao Cong is a true grandmaster king. He has powerful external resources to help him, making him one of the top in the martial arts world."

"How about you?" Zhou Leng asked.

“Normally, it’s a 50/50 chance, but nobody knows what treasures he possesses, maybe even a semi-divine artifact. It’s said that he has a complete headless demon god, and the total power he can mobilize is greater than mine.”

"Oh? Then Zhao Cong is the strongest of this generation of the Wu Clan?"

"Probably... no, Li Shenkong with the Starry Sky Divine Sword should be a bit stronger than him, especially now that Li Shenkong has advanced to Grandmaster."

"I see. Then... what about Zhao Hao's strength?"

Wang Boxiong stared straight ahead and slowly said, "Without becoming a Martial Saint, it's difficult to defeat Zhao Hao."

"why?"

"The resources Zhao Hao has obtained are even greater than those Zhao Cong has. I've heard that his headless god is extremely powerful, far stronger than any headless god you've ever seen."

"It can even be stronger than a divine beast with divine blood?"

"Ah."

Wang Boxiong gave a soft "hmm," which sounded like an answer, but also like he wasn't answering at all.

Zhou Leng narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

After a long while, Wang Boxiong said, "Teacher... we've discussed the Martial Saint's Battle Path, haven't we?"

"We've discussed it. Brother Shiji said that I should first travel 20,000 miles to the Bang Peninsula, and finally go to the West Sea Demon City to enter the Ten Thousand Core Land to experience the final spiritual baptism. After that, I can advance to Martial Saint through a great battle. He said that Martial Saints are all advanced on the battlefield. Every single one of them is."

Wang Boxiong's eyebrows twitched, and he slowly said, "My teacher and I have discussed this in detail, and the two of us have devised the best route for you. You will first go to the Mother Tree to cultivate and obtain its power. Then you will be sent to the Elephant Kingdom..."

"Once you personally experience the various aspects of the Elephant Kingdom, and see what a country purely controlled by warlords is like, once you have gained some understanding, remove the demonic brain, completely sever yourself from the outside world, and enter an absolutely independent spiritual world. First, meditate under the Bodhi tree, then travel 20,000 miles to Shangganling and enter the Land of Ten Thousand Cores..."

"Once you emerge from the Land of Ten Thousand Cores and undergo the triple spiritual baptism, do not use the Demon Brain, do not contact anyone, maintain your independent world, and then either slay demons or destroy monsters, engage in a fierce and satisfying battle. After that, you can ascend to sainthood..."

Wang Boxiong turned to look at Zhou Leng and said, "This process is crucial. This is the perfect route that my teacher and I have repeatedly studied and figured out. In particular, you must remove the Demon Brain, because any external interference may affect your ascension to sainthood. We have seen too many grandmasters fail at the last moment because of external interference."

Zhou Leng nodded and said, "I understand this principle. When I enter the Bodhi tree, I will completely suppress my demonic mind and will not use it until I finish my cultivation."

“Very good! We all look forward to the day you ascend to sainthood.” Wang Boxiong smiled as he looked at Zhou Leng.

"And you, when will you ascend to sainthood?" Zhou Leng asked.

Wang Boxiong smiled and said slowly, "I want to pave a long road so that we can all ascend to sainthood more easily in the future. By the way, do you have any unused Grandmaster-level pills? Send me some; you're a top-tier tycoon now."

Zhou Leng handed over an entire magic spirit bag.

Wang Boxiong opened it and said, "You're a bit too rich, kid."

"Should I make up an award and give it to you?" Zhou Leng asked.

Wang Boxiong smiled slightly and gripped the magic spirit bag full of pills.

(End of this chapter)