The corner gives the wooden martial arts master, whose martial arts are equivalent to a harem.

The autumn wind was biting, sweeping away a thin layer of dust from the ground, which was then stirred up by the hooves of the black galloping horse.

On the vast Gobi Desert, the sun was about to set, casting a long, narrow shadow of a lone figure on horseback.

A young man dressed in dark robes sat astride his horse, looking down disdainfully at the open-air forge in the distance. From afar, it appeared to be a bustling scene, interspersed with the clanging sounds of blacksmiths hammering away.

He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, definitely no more than twenty. His face was a typical "申" shape, with a broad and full forehead, prominent cheekbones, and a square jaw. His overall features were sharp and steady, and at first glance, he should have been a righteous and awe-inspiring young swordsman. However, his occasional sidelong glances of contempt ruined this upright appearance, leaving only a fierce and domineering look.

Appearances reflect the heart; I know this person is not a kind soul.

After the horse galloped on again, he arrived outside the knife foundry.

"Heave-ho~" He reined in his horse and flicked the whip, and the horse snorted and stopped.

Before he could even dismount, the older blacksmith had already spoken.

"Excuse me, sir, are you here to buy a knife?"

The young man's eyes were still slanted, and he only replied coldly: "No."

After speaking, he nimbly dismounted, put his hands behind his back, and looked down on everything in the blacksmith shop.

"If you're not here to buy a knife, then what brings you to my knife factory?" The old blacksmith's smile remained unchanged, but the blacksmiths around him had already stopped what they were doing, picked up the forged knife to quench it, and without even feeling the heat, they held the unfinished hilt of the forged knife.

"It's because my master is plagued by nightmares and can't fall asleep." The young man glanced around and then tossed his cloak.

The once blazing charcoal fire has been extinguished by the strong winds.

The blacksmith chuckled, lit his tobacco with the remaining embers, took a satisfying drag, and then exhaled a cloud of smoke before saying, "Then your master should go see a doctor, not come to our knife-making factory."

"The doctor can't cure my master's illness; it's a heart ailment. A heart ailment needs a heart remedy, and you should all know the root of my master's heart ailment." The young man picked up a still-warm forged knife with two fingers, twisted it between his index and middle fingers, and the knife was rolled into a twisted rope.

"Hehe, may I ask what your master's name is?"

The young man turned his head slightly to the side, his expression unchanged, and said in a stern tone.

"My master's name is Long Qian," the young man said, his gaze remaining unchanged.

"How dare a wild boar from Yizhou call itself the Dragon of Qian? That's laughable! Hahahaha!" The old blacksmith laughed disdainfully. "I know who you are, Nalan Yuanshu, the number one martial artist of the Barbarian Dynasty."

I know you want to know the names of the supporters behind certain rebel forces.

But we always prioritize integrity. Who is the buyer? Even if we knew, we wouldn't tell.

You're going to kill us all next, right? But since we're willing to risk our lives to support this great cause, why would we be afraid of you killing us?

"Even if you kill us, your barbarian dynasty will not be able to stop its inevitable demise, because you do not treat us as human beings. We, who want to be human, will naturally want to overthrow you."

Nalan Yuanshu still glared at this group of people who were courting death.

A quick glance around revealed a group of people seemingly ready to die, suggesting they wouldn't gain anything.

Since they can't get anything and are supporting the rebellion, they should be killed on the spot.

Furthermore, his palm strike was as powerful as thunder, having fully absorbed the essence of the Great Sage's Chopping Palm and the Tongbei Fist into his very bones. His casual, simple palm strike already exuded a formidable aura.

The fierce energy stirred up the wind and clouds, instantly transforming into an unparalleled gale capable of cutting through gold and jade. It scattered and surged in all directions, causing all who encountered it to be separated from their heads and bodies.

With a single palm strike, he slaughtered countless corpses and mutilated bodies. One wonders what kind of expert could survive against him.

He leaped onto his horse, lightly kicked the stirrups, and rode away as if guided by a divine spirit.

Nalan Yuanshu uncovered the bag behind the horse's rump, took out a handful of dried meat, and fed the horse with a slightly gentle expression.

With a slap of his left hand, he unleashed a gust of wind that destroyed the knife-making factory, burying the remains of the victims beneath.

"Black Wind, all we've seen along the way are people courting death. They endured all sorts of torture, no matter how cruel. They're truly spineless. I never realized these people could be so tough. It must be that Gu Chuanhen, the fourth-generation leader of the King of Eight Extremes Sect, gave them this rebellious spirit."

Let's head straight to Xiguan City now; we don't need to worry about anything else along the way.

He gently smoothed the horse's mane, a fleeting tenderness flashing in his eyes.

"If I beat that ancient legend to death, let's see how long this uprising can last."

His expression turned serious, and he shouted sharply, "Giddy up!"

"Hee-ho!" The horse snorted and galloped on its own without needing a whip.

Then look at the first person on horseback. Although the horse he was riding was swaying and bouncing, his posture remained steady and composed.

He squinted slightly, seemingly resting with his eyes closed.

But in reality, it's about doing massive mental calculations and still having the energy to multitask.

"Some time ago, I calculated the nine orifices in the body based on the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art, but why does it take more time to deduce the other major orifices after reaching the nine orifices?"

According to the theory of the future that I have seen, the human body should have 365 orifices, which corresponds to the number of the celestial sphere.

It seems that the "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art" can no longer calculate the other major secrets. Even if one tries to calculate them exhaustively, one can only calculate two or three more secrets at most.

But the Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art is already the foremost mathematical classic in our country. How can we take it to the next level?

Should we start with the technological wonders of the Kingdom of Naba? But if we do that, wouldn't it go against our master's wish to "seclude himself in seclusion"?

What should I do?

The young man on horseback remained expressionless, but his heart was filled with inner turmoil.

Loyalty to the emperor and love for the court, coupled with the desire to see a broader future for martial arts, were like two hands pulling in opposite directions during a tug-of-war. In the middle of that tug-of-war was his own heart, which was being pulled apart.

Pulled along, they were carried by horses towards Xiguan City.

The horse rode away into the distance, facing the autumn wind.

All I could hear was the whistling wind rushing past my ears...

The autumn wind, seemingly blowing from beyond the Great Wall into Xiguan City, was swaying a jujube tree outside the guest room courtyard.

Leaves fluttered down, and a few occasionally landed on Gu Chuanhen's head, but before they could fall into his hair, they swirled and drifted to the side.

The bright-eyed young man observes the falling leaves with multitasking ability.

"What a marvelous martial arts system! The fist formation method is indeed based on the three treasures of 'essence, energy, and spirit.' Essence is applied to the body, spirit to the mind and soul, and energy to one's own energy. Just the 'Undying Bone Fist Formation' can strengthen bones from the body. If all those who form the formation are at the level of a god, the martial artist at the center of the formation can have 'flesh grow from bones.' This is truly miraculous."

The magical arts recorded in the "Shenzhou Codex" are not entirely mysterious; they are in line with martial arts and still begin with "essence, energy, and spirit." If the physique is strong enough, the spirit and energy will be sufficient, and one only needs a physique with internal strength cultivation to activate magical arts.

Using the spirit as a guide and connecting heaven and earth with qi as a means of application, this is how magic can influence heaven and earth and manifest its effects.

Interesting, very interesting.

"Whether it's the martial arts system or the magic system, both can be used in my life-saving martial arts."

"We might as well incorporate this fist formation theory into the martial arts of preserving both life and health. Although the fist formation requires a person to set it up, my body contains trillions of cells, so these trillions of cells can also be considered a person."

My cells are my power source.

Magic requires invoking heaven and earth, but I myself am the blessed land of Flower Fruit Mountain and the grotto heaven of Water Curtain Cave. Isn't the grotto heaven a grotto heaven itself?

The way of humanity, and the way of heaven and earth, are both contained within the human body.

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Multitasking is like deep contemplation in one's mind; the thoughts of the mind and spirit are collectively called divine thoughts, which are like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, constantly flying out in the heart and mind.

Thoughts took flight.

This is the highest level of martial arts training for those who have attained divine prowess. Ordinary martial artists need to practice with their bodies, but if one's thoughts can soar beyond this level as an aid, then it is the realm of exquisite and subtle martial arts training, where many wonderful ideas reside within martial arts and the Dao, which can be called the profound mystery of the 'Dao'.

In this state, walking, sitting, and lying down are all forms of practice, which not only solidify one's basic skills but also represent a new method of creation based on subjective initiative.

This is a different kind of "foundation building" technique.

"The Undying Bone Fist Formation aims to strengthen the body's foundation and nourish its vital energy through bones. However, bones themselves are composed of living cells such as osteoprogenitors, osteoblasts, osteocytes, and osteoclasts, as well as minerals like calcium and phosphorus."

Although minerals are not living cells, they align with the concept of the "Kun" hexagram, which represents the earth, while bone cells represent the human body.

By adopting the concept of "turning the sky upside down and connecting the back," one can strengthen the bones, and by viewing the skeleton as "a person standing on the ground," one can ultimately "a person reaching for the sky."

Humanity and the Way of Heaven and Earth were thus combined.

Martial arts and techniques thus merged into a state of "unity of law and martial arts."

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The falling leaves and fleeting thoughts seem to combine to form a composition of "a lone plume of smoke rising straight in the vast desert, the setting sun round over the long river".

A moment later, Gu Chuanhen had finished this practice of letting his thoughts fly.

He turned back into the house, picked up his brush, and wrote neat calligraphy. Although it was not as beautiful as that of famous calligraphers, it revealed the skill he had mastered, with the force penetrating the paper and reaching the wood.

Although they are all in simplified characters, his previous use of Ba Nian to lightly beat up the world has already spread the 'simplified' characters he has learned.

...After a few quick strokes, the method was recorded.

"Since I have received this gift from your Corpse Fist Sect, I will leave the bone refining method that I just created to you. As for the name, let's keep calling it 'Undying Bones'."

He said he had "just started" but in reality, he had already achieved great success with the help of cultivating both body and mind in martial arts.

The brush in his hand moved swiftly, and the work was already titled "The Unyielding Bone Refining Chapter".

With a gentle breath, the ink dries completely.

After stacking the papers side by side and weighing them down with a paperweight, he went out and instructed the disciples left behind in the Corpse Fist Sect to inform Shen Yixuan to come to the guest room and retrieve the papers himself. He then used his teleportation ability to enter the farmland outside Xiguan City.

Within ten days, rebellions erupted across the land, while Gu Chuanhen devoted himself solely to studying the classics within the Corpse Fist Sect, awaiting his arrival. Of course, in this waiting period, he also actively participated in various reforms within Xiguan City.

Agricultural reform is based on the "mulberry-dike-fishpond" model from the ancient Chinese literature and geography subject, which constitutes a highly efficient artificial ecosystem.

Although the layout of Xiguan City is still very rudimentary, it is an excellent start.

It should be noted that everyone in Xiguan City has been freed from the ignorance and backwardness of being illiterate and unable to read and write under the influence of the ancient legend of the tyranny. Under this enlightenment, the farmers' self-organized agricultural association has also begun to discuss and summarize the farming methods of the past years, and based on the theoretical model of "mulberry-dike-fishpond", it has carried out the localization and specialization of Xiguan.

The purpose of the ancient method of "beating the weather" was to create sufficient sunshine and rainfall under the instruction of the farmers' uncles and aunts. For example, some sunshine would be given here, some rain would fall there for irrigation, there would be waterwheels to draw water here, and there would be some pests there. After beating them to death with the "Domineering Spirit", the ducks would eat them on their own. The fish raised in the rice fields would eat the duck droppings and insect corpses, and the fish excrement would add some nutrients. And so on.

Although the favorable weather was achieved through human intervention, the association of carpenters and blacksmiths was also innovating the waterwheel system based on the "Kaiwu Shu" (Book of Exploitation) to make the waterwheel more efficient, so that even if Gu Chuanhen left, irrigation would not be a problem.

Meanwhile, the stonemasons and bricklayers were planning the sewer system and the septic tank system. The excrement and urine could be fermented and used as fertilizer. By analogy, they were digging reservoirs to collect rainwater to deal with possible droughts.

However, figuring out how to collect biogas became a major challenge for others...

When problems are identified, they are taken seriously, and solutions are found, people from all walks of life do not interfere but discuss the relevant links and then connect them together.

In fact, everything in society is interconnected. The links that cannot be linked together are simply because the method for linking them has not yet been discovered. And this interconnection comes from people.

If people are not treated as human beings, then the interconnected system is meaningless; but if people live like human beings, then the interconnected system can truly develop.

A single hair can affect the whole body; every association and trade union federation is actively creating and exploring how to move forward.

This creativity, which had been suppressed for nearly three hundred years, could finally be unleashed. And the stagnant process finally began to move forward.

After finishing his beating of the weather, Gu Chuanhen looked at the farmland with a grin.

"It's so beautiful."

Bajiquan practitioners gaze upon the farmland, and in doing so, they gaze upon the farmers within it.

"Yes, it's wonderful. I've finally put what I learned in class into practice. Although most of what I've learned is just a starting point, these starting points can help capable people find their direction. That's great." Gu Chuanhen smiled and turned to look into the distance.

The smile on his face gradually faded, and he gazed into the distance with a solemn expression.

In the distance, a black horse, covered in dust, carries a person towards Xiguan City with the speed and grace of a flying swallow.

The man on horseback wore a black robe to shield himself from the wind, but beneath the robe was a dark blue official robe with a lifelike unicorn pattern on the rank badge.

Gu Chuanhen once heard his teacher talk about the rank system of official robes in history class.

The Qilin was a title reserved for first-rank military officers. The history teacher then gave examples of rank promotions, such as how the position of Commander of the Nine Gates was promoted from a second-rank minister to a first-rank minister after the Kangxi Emperor.

As if sensing the gaze, the man on horseback let out a "whoosh," and the horse snorted and slowly slowed down.

Nalan Yuanshu rode his horse, admiring the scenery of the farmland. His disdainful gaze had changed to a direct look.

"I can sense in my heart that the farmland outside Xiguan City is no longer as monotonous as it used to be. It is a multi-faceted, complementary cycle, a situation that has never occurred before."

Could these farmers really be that clever?

Nalan Yuanshu was somewhat surprised.

As he watched Gala relay Nalan Yuanshu's heartfelt words, Gu Chuanhen spoke up loudly.

"Except in special circumstances, there are no stupid people in this world. If there are any, they are only those who deliberately make people stupid in order to consolidate their rule."

Those who favor "policies to keep the people ignorant" are generally referred to as "incompetent and tyrannical dog emperors."

Seeing that the situation was not good, the farmers rushed towards the city gate without even caring about their farm tools.

The once cheerful atmosphere outside the city has now turned somber and tense.

As the horses approached, Nalan Yuanshu looked down at Gu Chuanhen, who stood with his hands behind his back.

That aura of a master who is "invincible" was unabashedly displayed.

Nalan Yuanshu remained focused, and after a moment he spoke.

"I think you should be surnamed 'Gu' and not something else." He gently smoothed the horse's mane, dismounted, and examined the source of the "spirit" of the many rebels in front of him.

"Nalan Yuanshu, there's no need to talk anymore. If we're going to fight, then let's fight. But we'll have to find a secluded place first."

Nalan Yuanshu nodded slightly: "Of course, although you are not as good as me, you can still be considered a martial arts expert. I should treat you with respect. Therefore, I am willing to find a secluded place to fight with you. In the process of searching, I also have some questions for you."

After he finished speaking, he raised his hand in a "please" gesture.

Gu Chuanhen strode away, asking, "What questions do you have to ask?"

"While you are indeed a martial arts expert, you haven't even fully reached the Divine Realm. Your great martial arts supernatural powers are only developed based on this incomplete Divine Realm, and your great supernatural powers don't even quite meet the standards of great supernatural powers."

Does combining two incomplete aspects constitute a "complete success"?

What gives you the audacity to say you want to "rebel"?

"So this is the vision of the number one expert in the Barbarian Dynasty? Hmm—He's really strong. Gu Zai, you'd better be careful! This guy isn't so easy to kill."

The Bajiquan master is eager for battle and ready to join forces with you to kill him.

"Hehe, Bajiquan, don't worry, I'm the best, the best, one is enough." He reassured Bajiquan, ignoring Nalan Yuanshu's sidelong glance at the mentally ill man.

Then, the ancient legend of hatred was told again.

"Do you think my martial arts, which allow me to 'have both life and death,' are inferior to your three great martial arts supernatural powers?" He walked side by side with Nalan Yuanshu, his eyes fixed straight ahead, responding only with a rhetorical question.

Nalan Yuanshu unconsciously glanced sideways at Gu Chuanhen, that contemptuous gaze returning to him: "Do you think your 'Life and Death' ability surpasses my three great supernatural powers?"

The two appeared to be walking slowly, but each step they took was a miniature leap, and in just a few steps they arrived at the desolate wilderness.

As the "arena" approached, Gu Chuanhen slowed his pace until he stopped, meeting the gazes of Nalan Yuanshu, who had also stopped, though they were more than seven steps apart.

"I am the best; why should I worry about not being able to surpass your so-called 'number one'?"

"Then let's see who's the best. I am Nalan Yuanshu, a disciple of the former Batu Nalan Rongzhi, and I have learned the Great Sage's Pi Gua and Tongbei Quan. Please." Nalan Yuanshu cupped his hands in greeting. "You're blocking my way. Even if you have the talent to govern the world, you will still die."

"My name is Gu Chuanhen. I studied under Ling Feixing and learned the Eight Extremes... Human King Eight Extremes, True Lord Great Sage (Great Sage True Lord) Splitting Palm, and—Heaven-Turning Tongbei. Please." Gu Chuanhen also cupped his hands in greeting.

The two figures, facing each other from afar, bowed deeply in a gesture of utmost respect.

This is a life-or-death struggle; it must be fought to the death.

However, before it even began, Gu Chuanhen continued speaking his unfinished words.

"Full of Qinghe Rivers" represents extreme populist imperialism; "Official Laws Like Furnaces" represents feudal bureaucratic capitalism; "Second only to one person and above ten thousand others" represents feudal imperialism.

You are the number one martial artist in the barbarian dynasty, and also one of the three great mountains in the eyes of the people.

Because you are the number one expert in the barbarian dynasty, unmatched by anyone, the three great mountains you represent cannot be easily moved by the people.

Therefore, I, the supreme human king, will take charge of moving these three mountains.

Now, I, with the highest resentment, solemnly swear an oath—to move your barbarian dynasty's mountain and fill the sinkholes it has created over the past three hundred years.

"Ha, move mountains and fill seas? Where are the seas?" Nalan Yuanshu asked with a disdainful look and a cold laugh.

The ancient legend says that hatred is a hand pointing far away.

"There are mountains and seas of people in the world. These people who are about to live like human beings will spontaneously fill the big and small pits that your barbarian dynasty has dug over the past three hundred years."

I will use my supreme position as 'King of Men' to protect this mountain and sea.

Success may not include me, but it will definitely include me.

Nalan Yuanshu still slanted his head.

With him in the Barbarian Dynasty, the country would not perish, because the Barbarian Dynasty had him, the first Batu who opened up the "Martial Arts Refining Aperture - Zhou Tian Dao Diagram".

With his own strength, he could protect the dynasty and the emperor, ensuring the eternal existence of the barbarian dynasty.

What right do they have to bark and howl here when they possess only incomplete divine insight and incomplete supernatural powers?

"You're delusional; you're doomed." Nalan Yuanshu said disdainfully.

Then, he began to move.

That was a movement far beyond what one would normally see a god in, compressing everything into the blink of an eye.