Reborn in the Great Yan Dynasty: I Cultivated to Become a Martial Saint Through Telekinesis

Chapter 110 Could it be... a divine weapon?

Mo Zheng responded and looked at the teacup in front of the other person.

As he activated his mental power, the teacup immediately rose into the air, hovering in the air, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sometimes forward, sometimes backward, as if it were being manipulated at will by an invisible hand.

Suddenly, the teacup flipped over, and the tea inside spilled out, with countless water droplets falling gently onto the ground.

At that moment, all the water droplets stopped in mid-air and, under Mo Zheng's control, merged into twelve clusters.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Suddenly, these water droplets flew away at lightning speed, like arrows, so fast that they were impossible to see, and all that could be heard was the whistling sound of them cutting through the air.

Bang bang bang bang————

The water droplets struck the distant courtyard wall, and the terrifying power they contained pierced through the wall, creating twelve transparent holes.

"good!"

The sect leader praised it, a strange light flashing in his eyes. With his cultivation and knowledge at the Martial Saint level, he could naturally see the clues in the water droplets.

Each jet of tea contained terrifying power, perhaps no less than the full-force strike of a martial artist at the peak of the Bone and Tendon Realm. The key was that it could be freely manipulated in the air, meaning that the angle of attack would be incredibly tricky and unpredictable. If it were replaced by hidden weapons of the Treasure Weapon level, even a martial artist at the Internal Organ Realm would suffer a great loss if caught off guard.

Once the little guy reaches the Visceral Realm, with just this one mental power, few Visceral Realm martial artists will be his match.

"Mo Zheng, you've been hiding this bloodline talent all this time. Do you have some kind of enemy?" the sect leader suddenly asked.

Mo Zheng shook his head and said, "This disciple did not know that this was a bloodline talent. This disciple comes from a poor family and is afraid that if I reveal this mental power, I will be regarded as a monster and bring disaster upon myself."

That's the truth. At first, he didn't know much about this world, so he kept it to himself. Later, after he entered the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall, he was able to handle the crises and difficulties on his own and didn't need to use his mental powers.

It can only be used when practicing martial arts and slaying demonic beasts in the Daliang Mountains, so no one has known about it for a long time.

Mo Zheng was happy to keep this secret, because the deeper this trump card was hidden, the more likely it was to save his life at a critical moment.

"Hmm, it's rare to find someone so young who still has the mindset to protect themselves. I was overthinking things earlier."

The sect leader looked at Mo Zheng and said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone this secret. Who knows, it might surprise your enemy one day."

"Thank you, Sect Master."

Mo Zheng bowed and thanked him, this time with genuine sincerity. After all, it's best to keep your trump cards hidden to achieve unexpected results.

If everyone knew this, people would take precautions even if they didn't have a way to break it.

"What do you think of the actions taken by the aristocratic factions in this assessment? Was it right or wrong?"

The sect leader's sudden change of topic startled Mo Zheng slightly, but he quickly realized that the other party was not only talking about Wei Liujiang, but also about the fact that the aristocratic families were using the assessment to reduce the number of people from the three martial arts halls who could enter the Haotian Secret Realm.

"Of course it's wrong."

Mo Zheng expressed his opinion: "Among the aristocratic factions, the three major martial arts halls naturally have more talented martial artists. By doing this, they are undoubtedly depriving many disciples of opportunities. Who knows which of these people will reach the Visceral Realm in the future?"

Just like Shi Liyan, he can enter a weakened version of the enlightenment state at any time by using wood carving. This talent for cultivation is even better than his mental power. Given time, it will be easy for him to reach the Visceral Realm, and he may even have a chance to challenge the Martial Saint.

Such a promising future talent was lost without a trace due to the selfishness of a powerful family faction and a qualification assessment, which is truly regrettable.

This assessment was just one of many things done by the aristocratic factions.

You're wrong.

The sect leader directly rejected Mo Zheng's opinion.

"Am I wrong?"

Mo Zheng looked puzzled when he heard this.

Seeing this, the sect leader smiled slightly and said, "Martial artists don't talk about right or wrong, they only talk about strength. The so-called aristocratic families and factions are all because Senior Brother Han Jian is protecting them behind the scenes, so I can't be bothered with them. However, Senior Brother Han Jian is getting old, and if he is not around, whether this faction exists or not is just a matter of my will."

"It's not just the Hun Tian Sect, it's the same throughout the entire Great Yan. The reason why our human race can live in peace in these eighteen states is because of the existence of the nine Martial Saints."

"If we are gone, no matter how much you talk, the territory of Great Yan will either be conquered by demonic beasts or swallowed up by other countries."

A single sentence from the Martial Saint could determine the life and death of countless people.

Mo Zheng had to admit that the other party was right. In this world, there is no such thing as right or wrong, only strength.

With the protection of the Cold Sword Martial Saint, it's no wonder these aristocratic families and factions dare to be so arrogant.

But is the Cold Sword Martial Saint already quite old?

The sect leader's words contained a great deal of information. Logically speaking, such a matter involving the lifespan of a martial saint should be a sect's top secret. Why tell him about it?

"I say all this in the hope that you will cultivate diligently. You possess mental power and have comprehended the essence of martial arts. Your strength may not be inferior to that of an ordinary Visceral Realm cultivator. Even if you don't enter the Haotian Secret Realm, you may still have the potential to become a Martial Saint and lead our Hun Tian Sect in the future." The Sect Master said, "When I was young, Senior Brother Han Jian once told me to have a long-term vision and not to be distracted by other things, but to focus on martial arts. If you can become a Martial Saint, many things in this world can be changed in the blink of an eye."

"I now pass on these words to you."

Mo Zheng was startled. Was this a sign that they believed he was destined to become a Martial Saint?

He was still thinking about going to Daqian to find his elder brother and third brother after the Haotian Secret Realm matter was settled, but he never thought about taking over the Huntian Sect.

By the way, the sect leader of Daqian is a Martial Saint, high above everyone else, and must know about the affairs of Daqian.

"Of course, you don't need to feel too much pressure. I've said these words to more than just you. In short, just take it as encouragement from an elder and focus on your cultivation," the sect leader added.

"Thank you for your kindness, Sect Master. I will certainly remember your teachings today."

Mo Zheng agreed, then changed the subject, saying, "Sect Master, I have another question. If I wish to travel to the Great Qian Dynasty, how should I proceed?"

"The Great Qian Dynasty?"

"Yes, my eldest brother and third brother fled to Daqian in their early years to avoid disaster. Now that my sister-in-law and nephew are growing up, the family has been separated for a long time and misses each other very much," Mo Zheng explained.

"The Great Qian Dynasty —"

The sect leader's eyes showed a look of nostalgia as he said, "In my early years, before I became a Martial Saint, I also traveled to the Great Qian Dynasty. It was the most powerful and prosperous country on our continent. There were super strong people there who surpassed Martial Saints, but unfortunately, I had no chance to see them."

A super strongman who surpasses even the Martial Saint?

Mo Zheng was taken aback. Could there really be such a terrifying existence in this world?

Yes, no wonder the fourth patriarch traveled the world seeking a breakthrough.

"The Great Qian is separated from us by two great kingdoms, at least tens of thousands of miles away. It would be good for you to go and see for yourself. After you come out of the Haotian Secret Realm, you can go to the sect's scripture hall and look for the Record of Mountains and Rivers. It is a record of our sect's disciples traveling the world over the generations. It contains the customs and maps of many countries."

Records of Mountains and Rivers?

Mo Zheng once again felt the benefits of the sect; having such a map would undoubtedly save him a lot of effort.

This is the foundation of a great sect: with many disciples and a long history of inheritance, it naturally possesses everything.

However, what surprised him the most was that the sect leader actually supported his trip to Daqian. He had been worried that the sect would not agree.

"Yes, disciple understands," Mo Zheng replied.

"After saying so much, I almost forgot the important matter."

The sect leader said, "According to the sect's rules, disciples who comprehend the essence of martial arts before the age of thirty will be rewarded with some cultivation resources. You're not even twenty yet, are you?"

"Yes, I am eighteen years old this year."

"Eighteen years old————"

The sect leader laughed and said, "What a fine age. What do you want? Weapons, armor, or pills? Although our Hun Tian Sect has been passed down for over three thousand years and has a very solid foundation, I can only say one thing."

"There's another reward?" Mo Zheng asked in surprise.

He had already gained a lot of benefits from his own teacher and Headmaster Feng in comprehending the essence of martial arts, but he never expected that the sect leader would also reward him now.

"You don't want it?"

"Of course I want one, I want a sword."

Mo Zheng can wield two swords; Liu Qing gave him one, but he still needs one more.

"Feng Yuanzhen and Xiao Ling both told me that you can multitask and wield two swords simultaneously, which is why you chose the Wind and Fire Unified Sword Technique."

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The sect leader, recalling Mo Zheng's appearance standing with his sword in the Qiankun Hall, nodded and said, "I think your longsword is quite suitable for unleashing the Gale Sword Intent. You still need a sword suitable for unleashing the Blazing Fire Sword Intent. Go back and wait. I will have someone select one for you in the storeroom later."

The Hearing Sword has a thin, sharp blade, making it incredibly effective at unleashing the Gale Sword Intent.

Mo Zheng secretly admired the sect leader's good eye, and at the same time, he couldn't help but look forward to the other treasured weapon that was about to be acquired.

He stood up to thank them, then took his leave. The sect leader suddenly said, "Oh, right, there's something else I need to tell you. The cup of tea you just spilled with your mental power was made from the leaves of the Seven-Colored Enlightenment Lotus. Two third-tier demon cores can only buy one leaf."

Upon hearing this, Mo Zheng's legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

The Seven-Colored Enlightenment Lotus is recorded in the Liangzhou Martial Arts Hall's records. It is a rare and precious natural treasure that can enhance comprehension. It is extremely rare and can be obtained by anyone. Martial artists below the Visceral Realm can directly enter a state of enlightenment after consuming it.

Such a precious treasure, and the sect leader just uses it to make tea?

Was it wasted as a telekinetic weapon?

What a waste of resources! What a waste of resources!

However, a single leaf is worth two third-tier demon beast cores? That's outrageous!

"When you reach the Internal Organs Realm, remember to kill a demon beast to make it up to me," the sect leader said earnestly.

"Yes, Sect Master."

Mo Zheng agreed verbally, but felt as if his heart was bleeding.

Two third-tier demon beast inner cores!

As Mo Zheng emerged from the rear hall, his mood gradually returned to calm.

Although the inner cores of third-tier demon beasts are precious, two of them together are only worth about the same as a third-tier treasure weapon. I'll just buy a treasure weapon that suits me from the sect. I won't lose out on this deal.

The unexpected surprise was the attitude of Shanhe Lu and the sect leader.

With the former, he wouldn't be completely clueless when he took his sister-in-law and nephew to Daqian, and he could avoid a lot of dangers.

As for the latter, if the sect disagrees and he insists on leaving, he might be seen as a traitor, which would cause another problem.

Back in the Qiankun Hall, Headmaster Feng and Wang He immediately came up to Mo Zheng to inquire about their conversation.

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Mo Zheng briefly mentioned the reward, but didn't say a word about his own mental power or his preparations to go to the Great Qian Dynasty.

Upon hearing that it was just a reward, both of them breathed a sigh of relief and didn't say anything more.

Mo Zheng returned to his seat, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and began to comprehend the Wind and Fire Qi Sword. The entire Qiankun Hall returned to peace once again.

More than an hour passed, and when it was already pitch black outside, a voice suddenly rang out from outside the hall: "Mo Zheng, come out for a moment."

Mo Zheng opened his eyes and looked closely; it was still Xiao Ling standing outside the hall.

He looked at Headmaster Feng, who nodded and said, "Go."

Mo Zheng immediately headed outside, while Xiao Ling led him to a side hall.

There were two other people standing there: an old man with disheveled hair and a middle-aged man with a gourd of wine hanging from his waist.

"Senior brothers, Junior Nephew Mo has arrived," Xiao Lingchong and the other said.

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Junior Sister Xiao, what treasure are you escorting that the Sect Master sent all three of us here? Could it be that someone in the sect is trying to steal it?"

Xiao Ling said, "I don't know either, but the sect leader personally instructed the three of us to go together. According to the sect rules, we just need to hand over the items to Junior Nephew Mo, and no one is allowed to ask any more questions."

As she spoke, she handed a treasure pouch to Mo Zheng and smiled, "Nephew Mo, please keep this safe."

Mo Zheng took the treasure pouch, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart.

Why would three experts at the Visceral Realm escort a mere longsword of the Treasure Weapon level? This is inside the Hun Tian Mountain, with two Martial Saints and a group of Visceral Realm experts guarding it. Does anyone dare to steal it?

Moreover, it even uses a treasure pouch. The value of just this treasure pouch far exceeds that of ordinary treasure weapons and is enough to buy a top-grade treasure weapon. Could it be that there are other treasures inside this treasure pouch?

Thank you.

Mo Zhengxian thanked him first, and immediately dripped his blood to signify ownership. No matter what kind of treasure it was, once the treasure pouch was signed, no one else could open it, and only then would it truly belong to him.

The three nodded slightly, watching his movements from where they stood.

Soon, a familiar feeling of connection to flesh and blood came over me, as the treasure pouch had successfully recognized its master.

Mo Zheng immediately probed into the treasure pouch to examine the items.

But the treasure pouch was empty, containing only a sword and a letter.

The longsword was no more than three feet long, with an ancient and simple design. Its blade was deep red, almost black, with faint dark red flames burning around it. Its sharpness was so intense that it almost solidified and soared into the sky.

With just a mental probe, Mo Zheng felt a terrifying pressure, vaguely reminiscent of the feeling he had when facing the sect leader.

Could this be—a divine weapon?!

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