From the Carp that Brings Children to the Celestial Officials

Chapter 495 Huangliang Martial Arts
"Chichi."

One plum tree root after another pierced into Kan Kun's body in an instant, and then suddenly sucked in, causing Kan Kun's body to wither instantly, his flesh and blood essence, and his soul and thoughts to be devoured in an instant.

Kan Kun died instantly without even having the will to resist.

A glint flashed in You Ming's eyes.

If Kan Kun were a fully reincarnated star lord, he might spare the other's life. But now, Kan Kun is only a wisp of a spirit, his true self is still in heaven, and You Ming doesn't want someone constantly watching him in the dark.

Even if this matter offends a mystical immortal, there's nothing we can do about it.

If Lord Jia Yue really has objections, then let's have a showdown.

You Ming quickly put the matter out of his mind. He was just a little saddened, realizing that he had offended even more people without realizing it.

He reached out and grasped [Meixi] in his hand. The surrounding scenery rippled like a dream, and the next moment, he disappeared from the spot.

"Grandmaster Gu Sifan has challenged Changqingzi, the leader of the Jiangnan branch of the Celestial Masters Sect, to a duel in Pinghu on the fifteenth of August. This is going to be quite a show."

In the Fu Man Lou restaurant on Jiangnan Road in the "Huangliang World", there was a large crowd of busybodies.

Since the Celestial Masters received martial arts inheritance from beyond the heavens a thousand years ago, a trend of practicing martial arts has arose all over the world.

Even the most ordinary martial artist can take on ten opponents at once, overwhelming ordinary people with their strength.

A powerful innate master can absorb the power of heaven and earth into their body, allowing their inner energy to circulate within them endlessly. This greatly increases both their speed of strength improvement and their combat endurance, transforming them completely and making them capable of defeating a hundred men with ease.

Further up, after comprehending the sword intent, although the strength of one's inner energy does not change much, one's combat power increases greatly, hence the title of Grandmaster.

If one's mind, will, and spirit break free from the shackles of the body and fuse together into one, then one can be called a Martial Saint.

Any martial saint can easily live for 250 years, suppress thousands of troops with their own strength, have abundant physical strength, avoid danger when they sense it, and can even take a breath and fly across for a short time.

This realm is the pinnacle of human achievement.

The Martial Saint level is already extremely rare, and the two people who have challenged each other are both at the peak of the Grandmaster level, making them rare powerhouses in the world.

"I heard that Gu Sifan was originally a disciple of the Celestial Masters Sect, but later betrayed the sect for some unknown reason and was relentlessly hunted down by the Celestial Masters Sect."

"But this person is truly an outstanding figure of our time. Facing repeated pursuits, he not only survived but also rose from an ordinary martial artist to a grandmaster in just twenty years."

Inside Fumanlou, countless enthusiasts gathered.

Fu Man Lou is located near Pinghu Lake, offering an excellent vantage point for watching the game. As a result, all the seats here were booked three months in advance, leaving most people with no choice but to find a place to stand.

Even so, many people couldn't squeeze in and could only stand elsewhere to watch the game.

"Two Grandmasters at their peak, with their mind, will, and spirit all perfected, can step into the ranks of Martial Saints once they are fused into one."

Among the crowd was a young man in blue robes, who was looking at the lake not far away with great interest.

"Although martial arts are not as profound as immortality, in the early stages, their combat ability far surpasses that of cultivators. Only when cultivators reach the Profound Light realm can they contend with martial arts, but at the Yin God level, a single Yin God is enough to kill several Martial Saints."

This boy was naturally You Ming.

After his consciousness accelerated over time, the martial arts of this world had developed for a thousand years and had almost reached their peak.

However, the highest level martial arts can currently reach is the [Martial Saint] level, which is equivalent to the fourth realm of immortal cultivation, [Yin God]. Moreover, once a Yin God cultivator wields a magic weapon or masters a powerful spell, he can easily kill a Martial Saint.

As for further advancement in martial arts, there is no path to follow.

"Perhaps by borrowing the authority of the gods, we can renew a path for martial arts."

You Ming's gaze was somewhat unfocused. For him, the [Yellow Millet World] was one of his trump cards and an important source of his lineage in the future. Naturally, he hoped that as many powerful individuals as possible would be born in this world.

However, as far as You Ming knows, any cultivation path requires external assistance when breaking through from the fourth to the fifth realm. In a game, this would be called "job change".

For example, cultivators need to use the celestial and terrestrial energy to condense their Dharma form, while demonic beasts need to undergo blood refining to refine their form, drawing power from the source of their bloodline to condense their own "sacred body".

You Ming originally hoped that martial artists would explore on their own, but now, more than 500 years have passed since the birth of the first Martial Saint in the entire martial arts world, and the number of Martial Saints in the world has reached 21.

But no one had the talent to find the path beyond martial arts.

It seems that to break through the constraints, I need to give myself a push.

Just as You Ming was lost in thought, the aura of the two people on the calm lake had reached its peak.

A misty haze hangs over the calm lake.

A man dressed in white, his expression as cold and stern as iron.

A Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, his aura as serene as jade.

The one in white is Grandmaster Gu Sifan, while the one in Taoist robes is naturally Changqingzi, the incense master of the Jiangnan branch of the Celestial Masters Sect.

The two of them stood on the water's surface, their inner energy abundant. Although they could not fly briefly like the Martial Saint, they could float on the water and walk on it.

Willows swayed gently on the lake shore, and distant mountains were shrouded in a thin mist; all was quiet.

Everyone watching from all around couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes widening involuntarily, afraid of missing any of the excitement.

Changqingzi flicked his whisk and laughed, "Master Gu, today is an auspicious day, suitable for weddings and sword duels."

"The feud between you and my Celestial Masters Sect will be settled today."

His voice was soft yet carried steadily in all directions, demonstrating the skill behind it.

"it is good!"

Gu Sifan nodded slightly, then drew his longsword, producing a clear sound that caused countless ripples to spread across the water.

Before the words were even finished, the sword's momentum had already arrived.

He leaned forward, and the lake water beneath his feet hissed and splashed, creating a wave. He moved like a gentle breeze across the water, and the light of his sword refracted into a long rainbow in the sunlight.

Before the sword energy even reached him, a ditch was already carved into the center of the lake, and the waves split into two sides, which remained separated for a long time.

Instead of retreating, Changqingzi advanced, sweeping his whisk across the air. With a flick of his wrist, the whisk transformed into a white blur.

He didn't confront the opponent directly; instead, he lightly tapped the surface, using the force to propel himself back, spinning in mid-air before landing back on the lake.

With two hissing sounds, the sword energy intertwined with the dust, and the splashing water droplets were shaken into powdery mist by the internal energy.

Gu Sifan's sword strikes were continuous and swift, like a torrential rain.

As the sword flashed, waves surged across the lake, resembling a stampede of thousands of horses.

Changqingzi remained unmoved, his whisk twirling as if he were strolling leisurely, each time he raised his hand precisely in the path the sword's blade would inevitably pass.

Swords flashed and energy surged.

The lake surface was torn apart by the two people's true energy, sometimes as calm as a mirror, sometimes turbulent.

The onlookers were mesmerized and completely captivated.

(End of this chapter)