A person sacrifices himself to become a saint in a chaotic world of martial arts.

Su Bai pressed his fingers on the edge of the paper, reading down line by line.

His fingers were long and strong, but now they were slightly stiff. His fingertips slid slowly across the paper, pausing for a moment after each line.

Li Xihe, ranked first on the Hidden Dragon List, is a sword cultivator in the mid-stage of the True Qi Realm. He is from Lingtai County, Zhangzhou.

Second on the Hidden Dragon Ranking is Zhao Peichu from Lingtai County, Zhangzhou, a mid-stage True Qi Realm cultivator specializing in spear techniques.

Yi Wuji, ranked third on the Hidden Dragon List, from Canglang County, Zhangzhou, is a mid-stage True Qi Realm cultivator specializing in swordsmanship.

Su Bai's pupils suddenly contracted.

His finger remained at the end of the third line, not moving for a long time.

In the lamplight, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and deep in his pupils were reflected the words—Mid-stage True Qi Realm.

He took a deep breath and continued reading.

Fourth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, early stage of True Qi Realm.

Fifth on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, early stage of True Qi Realm.

Ranked sixth on the Hidden Dragon List, early stage of True Qi Realm.

……

He read on in one go, his fingertips tracing lines one by one, until he reached the twentieth line—

20th on the Hidden Dragon Ranking, early stage of True Qi Realm.

Su Bai's fingers remained on the paper, motionless for a long time.

His lips pursed slightly, his brows furrowed, and the once calm light in his eyes became complicated.

The top twenty.

They were all at the True Qi Realm.

The eighth realm of martial arts.

These people are all under thirty years old.

They are all just rising stars in Zhangzhou, the capital of the Great Qian Empire—only in Zhangzhou, only on the Rising Stars List.

For a moment, Su Bai felt incredibly insignificant.

A breeze had picked up outside the window, causing the window paper to flutter slightly and make a soft "popping" sound.

At this moment, even the slight sense of pride he had felt from just being appointed as a substitute officer vanished without a trace.

He recalled the smiling faces of his colleagues as they congratulated him that afternoon, the slight upturn of his own lips, and the secret sense of pride in his heart—a reserve officer position, a position that many people strive for their entire lives but never attain, and he had achieved it.

But now, that pride has vanished silently, like a burst bubble.

Compared to these names, what is a substitute officer?

He suppressed the shock in his heart, took a deep breath, and continued looking down.

My fingers traced line after line, skipping over those unattainable names, continuing downwards, downwards—

Li Qinghong, ranked 89th on the Hidden Dragon List, from Fengshan County, Zhangzhou, is a late-stage True Qi Realm cultivator specializing in swordsmanship.

Latest battle record update: One month ago, he killed Xue Sandao, the leader of the demonic branch of the Reincarnation Sect. Xue Sandao's cultivation level was at the Later True Qi Realm.

Su Bai's fingers stopped.

True Qi Realm.

His gaze lingered on the words "True Qi Advanced Realm" for a long time.

Suddenly, the image of that night flashed into her mind—in the alleys of the South District, the moonlight was like frost, and Ning Yuechan's figure moved through the night, fighting fiercely with the demon general leader.

The clash of swords and the surging of energy left deep cracks on the walls—a battle he still dared not approach.

That was only the early stage of the True Qi Realm.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the Hidden Dragon List before him, and looking out at the night sky. Moonlight filtered through the window paper, casting a hazy white glow on the ground.

That world is so wonderful.

Can't I go and take a look at the Hidden Dragon List?

After reading the entire Hidden Dragon List, Su Bai's heart began to burn with excitement.

A surge of heat rose from his chest, spreading through his veins to every part of his body, making his fingertips slightly hot. He closed the Hidden Dragon List, pressing his palm against the cover, feeling the weight of the names beneath the pages.

These prodigies are all probably practicing top-tier martial arts.

Now, he only has the Golden Bell Cover and lightness skill that are decent; his swordsmanship and Blazing Sun Force are far inferior.

Su Bai lowered his head and looked at his hands. To others, these hands had already worked hard enough and been lucky enough—in a short period of time, they had climbed from an ordinary temporary constable to a reserve constable, and had even acquired two decent martial arts skills.

But how do they compare to those exceptional talents?

His gaze fell on the cover of the Hidden Dragon List, where the two characters "Hidden Dragon" gleamed dimly under the lamp.

Su Bai finally realized the enormous gap between himself and these top geniuses.

He is confident that he can reach that level.

But in other aspects, he is far inferior.

It is said that many powerful forces also possess numerous secret techniques—methods that can instantly boost combat power, things that ordinary martial artists can only dream of.

It is said that they also possess divine weapons—they can cut iron like mud and sever hair with a breath, which can instantly boost a person's strength by several times.

The more I think about it, the bigger the gap seems.

Su Bai took a deep breath, closed the Hidden Dragon Ranking, and stood up.

The moonlight outside the window shone on his face, revealing a pair of eyes that were gradually becoming more determined.

So what if there's a big gap?

Su Bai has a way to close these gaps and even surpass all those geniuses.

......

Three days later.

Su Bai looked at the several wooden boxes in the courtyard, opened them, and found neatly stacked silver ingots and gold inside.

He finally managed to scrape together the money after a lot of effort.

In the southern district, if Su Bai wanted to receive gifts, there would naturally be plenty of people to give them to him.

In recent days, many gangs have learned that he is actively accepting gifts.

Many people came to our door in an endless stream.

Some people gave silver, some gave gold, and others gave all sorts of rare and precious items.

He didn't accept them all.

They selected a few people with good reputations to accept the gifts.

enough.

Now, he has not only acquired gold, but also several thousand taels of silver.

Su Bai squatted down, took out the gold from the wooden box, and neatly stacked it on the ground.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating the pile of gold and giving it a warm, lustrous sheen.

Su Bai then took out the golden essence he had prepared beforehand and sat down cross-legged.

"Sacrifice".

He was silent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the gold and gold essence in his hand suddenly emitted a hazy white light. The white light was initially very faint, like moonlight falling on snow, but gradually became brighter, as if countless fireflies were flying out of the gold and gathering into a halo in front of him.

Within the sea of ​​consciousness, the scales trembled slightly.

On the left side of the tray, the scriptures, boxing manuals, and sword techniques lay quietly, as if sensing something, gently turning the pages.

The right plate slowly rises, little by little, until it is level with the left plate.

boom--

Suddenly everything went black.

Only the unique golden light of the sacrifice bloomed in his consciousness, like a golden sun rising in his mind.

The light was intense and bright, illuminating every corner of the depths of his consciousness.

Immediately, countless scripture illustrations flooded in!

Those words and pictures, as if they were alive, flooded into his mind, line by line, image by image, unfolding in his consciousness.

There are meridian diagrams, human figure diagrams, methods of circulating energy, and breathing techniques—that is all the secrets of the Golden Bell Cover from beginner to mastery!

At the same time, streams of heat surged through every part of my body!

The heat flow, like a small snake, moved under the skin, rising from the dantian and spreading along the meridians to the limbs, then to the fingertips, and finally to the toes. Every meridian was cleansed by the heat flow, every acupoint was warmed by the heat flow, and every inch of the skin was moistened by the heat flow.

Where the heat flowed, the muscles unconsciously tensed, each muscle feeling as if it were cast in iron.

Where the heat flowed, bones made faint cracking sounds, like silkworms eating leaves.

Where the heat flows, a resilient force seems to emerge beneath the skin, as if countless invisible threads are interwoven beneath the skin, forming a tough net.

Golden Bell Cover Technique, Mastered!