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

Night had fallen, and only the soft glow of the bright moon could be seen casting its light across the desolate mountains and fields. A dark cloud quietly obscured the moon's tip, plunging the darkness into the night, echoing the mournful cries of wild foxes.

The autumn wind was biting, blowing through the old tree branches, making them rustle like the dying whimpers of wild mice.

Suddenly, a gust of wind, as if capable of uprooting wild grass, howled through the air, startling and scattering all the birds, beasts, and even insects in the forest. Even the trees around the wind could not withstand the impact, their roots exposed above the soil, causing the trees to fall instantly and the soil to scatter behind them.

A straight line of track is being etched onto the earth along the way.

The gust of wind was like a cloak, obscuring the blurry, rushing figure.

"Is this the full speed of the Indestructible Vajra Realm?"

Amidst the raging wind, the boy running at night was astonished by the lightning-fast speed of the person running at full speed.

The speed of sound is about 340 meters per second, while the full speed of the Vajra Indestructible Realm has reached 345 meters per second. He has exceeded the speed of sound, and his body and physical strength can support this sonic speed attack.

At this speed, ordinary shoes and socks would break under the force, and ordinary clothing would be burned by the high-speed friction.

However, with the blessing of Ba Nian's idealistic power, Gu Chuanhen's clothes, socks, and shoes were spared from harm.

"This is a relative matter. The Vajra Indestructible Realm in this world is stronger than that in the main world. However, the main world has secret fist techniques that can make up for the disadvantages. But this world also has a fist formation system. Which one is stronger depends on the situation."

The reason why the indestructible bodies of the two worlds differ is because this world possesses natural forces such as "heaven and earth primordial energy" or "heaven and earth spiritual energy" that can constantly enhance the body.

It's like how people living in natural oxygen bars tend to have better physical health than those living in cities with frequent smog.

Bajiquan offered a reminder.

The ancients said they hated not knowing the meaning of Bajiquan.

The "spiritual energy tides" in the main world are unpredictable, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but regardless of their strength, they will recede after a period of time. The remaining "spiritual energy" after the tide recedes is so weak that it cannot be used by people.

In the main world, this situation is like a chicken rib – tasteless to eat but a pity to throw away. Unless they are special beings, almost no living beings can utilize that residual spiritual energy. They can only wait for the period of strong spiritual energy tide to continue and make use of it.

"Simply put, it's still a matter of the world's energy level limiting the upper and lower limits." During the ten-hour trek, Gu Chuanhen relieved his boredom by reviewing the battles he had won against the leaders of various sects along the way, practicing the secret manuals he had obtained from various sects with Shen Sifei, and chatting idly.

Of course, the energy of someone in the Vajra Indestructible Realm is also beyond that of ordinary people. After three days and three nights of high-intensity combat, they are only slightly tired and can recover their energy with a short nap, let alone something as simple as running at full speed that does not involve mental effort.

Running at supersonic speeds for ten hours is not a significant physical exertion at all.

"You could say that," Bajiquan nodded.

"I really wonder what it was like when the spiritual energy tides in the main world were strong." Gu Chuanhen sighed slightly, already seeing the outline of the city wall in the distance.

That city is Xintai Prefecture, the midpoint of the journey.

The so-called prefectural city is the political, economic, social and cultural center of a region.

It seems there aren't many side quests in Xintai Prefecture. Gu Chuanhen, why don't you rest here for a while? Although the Vajra Indestructible Realm is already beyond the realm of ordinary people, people will always get tired, hungry, and thirsty.

Oh? I glanced at the map and realized there's actually a sect in Xintai Prefecture.

"The Spirit Root Sect is a sect that cultivates both magic and martial arts. Because it has extremely high requirements for its disciples, there is only one disciple in this generation. It can be said that although it is a sect, it actually only has two capable fighters."

Gu Chuanhen had not properly studied the sects marked on the map by Master Shen and had made a brief introduction to them. Along the way, he had seen eight sects, but none of the martial arts manuals of these eight sects had created a skill that could rival the [Unmelting Bone], but it was better than nothing and could still accumulate basic stats.

Other sects are already mentioned in their descriptions, let alone the Linggen Sect of Xintai Prefecture? Gu Chuanhen naturally knew about this sect.

In fact, after determining the winners and losers during his journey, he would stay temporarily in those sects to study their classic texts, leaving behind his own martial arts methods before leaving.

However, along the way, there were no sects like the Corpse Fist Sect that had both magical and martial arts lineages, but the Spirit Root Sect in front of us was different.

"Oh, so you're going to go and beat up the Spirit Root Sect, huh?" Bajiquan rubbed his hands together, eager for a good fight.

The ancients said that one should laugh without saying a word.

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The ancient legend tells of a man whose face remained calm.

He took a sip of tea, already knowing in his heart that this fight was not going to happen.

A single sip of its rich, fragrant aroma is refreshing and delightful, lingering on the lips and tongue for a long time. Though slightly bitter, it has a long-lasting, sweet aftertaste, like having a piece of rock candy in your mouth, with a touch of mint. It is truly refreshing, thirst-quenching, and invigorating, as well as cooling and invigorating.

Even though Gu Chuan hated drinking tea, he knew this was definitely good tea, so he couldn't help but drink a few more sips.

He did indeed approach the Spirit Root Sect at night intending to challenge them, but then he thought that causing trouble while they were sleeping was really unethical.

So he stayed at an inn in the city. The innkeeper waived his lodging fee as soon as he saw Gu Chuanhen, because he had also seen the broadcast of Gu Chuanhen killing Nalan Yuanshu.

In short, he got a free room to rest, and only after the sun was high in the sky did he inquire about the location of the Spirit Root Sect. After finding the sect, he prepared to challenge it and build up his invincible power.

But things often turn out unexpectedly.

"I concede. I know I can't beat you, so there's no need to humiliate myself and waste my time."

The middle-aged woman in front of him calmly sipped her tea, watching as her disciples solemnly placed basket after basket of their sect's classic texts before Gu Chuanhen.

This middle-aged woman had an ordinary appearance, but an extraordinary demeanor. One could immediately sense that she possessed a profound inner wisdom.

After pouring tea for Gu Chuanhen, the middle-aged woman named Zhong Tianfu continued her story.

"When that unknown force displayed the scene of you, Elder Gu, killing Nalan Yuanshu to everyone in the world, I knew that our sect was no match for you. Furthermore, I could guess what you would do next: simply defeat Nalan Yuanshu after emerging from seclusion, advance triumphantly, accumulate invincible power, and then go and kill Emperor Longqian."

And the martial arts essence of the various sects along the way will surely be yours to keep.

Our sect naturally wouldn't deviate from this rule, and I knew you would definitely come to us.

Therefore, I concede defeat outright and offer you the sect's classic texts, hoping you will show mercy and not bully the weak and defenseless old and young.

After leisurely sipping the fragrant tea, Zhong Tianfu looked at the disciples who were still carrying basket after basket of the sect's classics. Her eyes showed neither sorrow nor joy, only a look of pity.

Gu Chuanhen looked at that disciple and felt a little sympathy for him.

The male disciple looked to be no more than ten years old, still a child, but his movements were unusual, hesitant and guarded. He moved the basket with one hand and held the other hand up in front of his eyes, waving it back and forth. He didn't look at people directly, but seemed to be immersed in his own world, waving his hand and talking to himself.

He repeated what he had heard.

"Don't bully the weak and vulnerable, young and old, don't bully the weak and vulnerable..."

All signs indicate that this child has some intellectual disabilities, and also some autistic tendencies.

Gu Chuanhen was not a heartless man, so he naturally gave up the idea of ​​fighting and simply sat at the table opposite Sect Leader Zhong Tianfu, sipping his fragrant tea.

"Then I'll trouble you for a few days, Master Zhong, to study your classic texts. You shouldn't mind, right?" Gu Chuanhen blew on his teacup.

Unidentified fragrant flower petals drifted down the tea to the rim of the cup, creating ripples in the water.

Zhong Tianfu smiled slightly: "My friend sent me an urgent letter informing me that after you, Master Gu, studied the classics of your sect in each place, you left behind a secret manual that can be called the fundamental method of a sect, based on the classics of each sect. How could I refuse such a generous gift?"

Gu Chuanhen glanced at the ever-growing stack of sect manuals on the tea table and couldn't help but ask a question.

"Your sect has a truly vast collection of books. I've only seen about ten books along my journey, and although yours vary in thickness, you must have close to a hundred, right?"

Zhong Tianfu called softly, "Foolish child, don't leave the rest of the books on the table."

"Don't leave the remaining books on the table anymore, don't leave the remaining books on the table anymore..." the child repeated, placing the books from the basket under the table.

"There are indeed more than a hundred books, but only three are the fundamental texts of magic and martial arts. The other books are extensions written by successive sect leaders based on these three texts."

These extensions comprise classic texts concerning the cultivation of spiritual roots, the preparation of medicinal solutions, and grafting techniques.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at the few classic books placed on the top of the tea table.

The text contains various books, including "The Preparation Method of Green Overlord's First-Class Medicine Liquid," "A Conjecture on the Transformation of Ordinary Peach Seeds into Immortal Peaches," "The Visualization Method of the Heaven-Slaying Grass Sword Talisman," "The Great Banyan Tree Skill to Form a Forest from a Single Tree," and even "The Longevity Stake of the Great Toon Tree in Spring and Autumn," covering a wide range of plant-related subjects such as martial arts, techniques, talismans, botany, and chemistry.

Gu Chuanhen took another sip of tea and asked curiously yet tactfully, "Master Zhong, the disciple you've taken on..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhong Tianfu shook her head, chuckled, and interrupted Gu Chuanhen's next words, which were curious and tactful, but would surely leave one feeling sad.

"My foolish son is good at maintaining the status quo but lacks innovation. I'm destined to live to be eighteen years old, and I've only just passed six. It's not impossible to find another child of good character and high moral standing to take on the role of disciple and have that grand-disciple take care of my foolish son after I die. It would just be a burden on that grand-disciple."

It's so unfair to waste precious time taking care of a mentally challenged nominal master.

"Of course I feel guilty, and I can only try my best to make amends to that future grand-disciple." Her soft laughter contained only guilt, nothing more.

"Eighteen Jiazi, your lifespan is three times longer than that of the first and second generation leaders of my Human King Eight Extremes Sect!" Gu Chuanhen looked at the middle-aged woman in front of him and couldn't help but marvel.

"Plants and trees naturally live longer than humans. Our sect's spiritual roots are not good at killing and only focus on nourishing life and prolonging life. Naturally, we live longer but are weaker in martial arts. In fact, the spellbooks are all related to plants and trees. The martial arts techniques that were later developed for killing and fighting cannot be separated from plants and trees. They all leave a sliver of life that cannot be completely eliminated. Thus, we cannot compete with others in the way of killing." Zhong Tianfu did not hold back and explained the situation of her sect in a concise manner.

After a moment of contemplation, Gu Chuan asked Zhong Tianfu again.

"Then why did you take this child as your apprentice?"

Zhong Tianfu's gaze was distant, as if she were reminiscing about the past.

Then she slowly spoke.

"That year, a famine struck the barbarian dynasty, and many people could not survive and fled their homes. Since my Linggen Sect was in Xintai Prefecture, the harvest was plentiful. Even though the court took away the grain and left only the old grain, I devoted my cultivation and knowledge to teaching, so that the fertile fields could produce new grain for disaster relief. Fortunately, the officials of Xintai Prefecture that year had a conscience and kept the news from others that new grain had been produced, which was able to help the refugees."

But—we can't save that many people.

Among so many people, there were also those who shouldn't have been saved.

Gu Chuanhen's eyelids drooped slightly, and he had already guessed the general situation.

"The scoundrels' true nature was revealed after they had eaten and drunk their fill. Dissatisfied with their food rations, they gathered a group of ignorant people to cause trouble. Fortunately, the imperial spies were still around. After learning the whole story, they followed the clues and discovered the official's deceptive scheme. They found a pretext to impeach him. Losing his official position was a small matter, but losing his entire family was a big deal."

I was spared because of my value, and I did think about rebelling, but—I was terrified of dying. I was afraid that I would be beaten to death by Nalan Rongzhi, the first leader of that generation. So I could only endure it. Ha, who knew that the people's livelihood in the barbarian dynasty would deteriorate day by day? I really regretted not rebelling that year. At least I could have created a way out for the people before Nalan Yuanshu became powerful.

But I... I was so afraid of dying that I shamefully did nothing.

I was so stupid, really. I regret it so much. Sigh.

Master Gu, do you know how excited I was when I saw you kill Nalan Yuanshu? You did what I dared not do, and what I could not do, so I am willing to admit defeat.

It's such a pity that the official who truly cared for the people...

When my child was young, he was beaten on the head by some inhuman scum. Although I managed to save him, he was left with lasting effects, remaining mentally impaired to this day.

I feel guilty towards that person, and also towards that foolish child.

Listening to Zhong Tianfu calmly recount her past, Gu Chuanhen's ability to keep his teacup intact was already a testament to his excellent self-control.

"I used to think that the saying 'poverty breeds cunning, wealth breeds conscience' wasn't very credible, but because of that incident, I've come to believe it to some extent. Alas, it's all in the past, so let's not dwell on it anymore, lest you, Master Gu, ruin my beloved tea set." Zhong Tianfu's tone was weary.

Gu Chuanhen found a gap on the tea table, gently placed the teaware that was now empty, and with a single hand, he gathered the pile of books with his almost perfected strength, holding them in his palm.

"I will be staying at your tutelage for the next few days, Master Zhong. I hope you will take good care of me."

Zhong Tianfu chuckled: "Of course we should help you. I also hope that you can create a method from our sect's classic texts that can benefit you and help you wipe out all the hidden masters of the Barbarian Dynasty."

"A hidden master?" Gu Chuanhen asked with slight doubt before even leaving the house.

"Nalan Yuanshu is the top leader in the open. Emperor Longqian is only slightly inferior to Nalan Yuanshu. With his extraordinary talent, he should also be able to see another way forward. But can these two experts really keep the Man Dynasty safe and sound?"

At least I don't believe it. Old people are shrewd, and I suspect there's at least one old monster hiding in the capital.

That old monster might be the founding emperor Ye Zhupi, or the emperor's son, or some other successor, or even a barbarian emperor with unparalleled martial arts genius, or perhaps all of them are present.

Among all the emperors of these barbarian dynasties, only that one can be called the most outstanding.

Zhong Tianfu addressed that person respectfully not because of their high position, but simply because that person was a master of martial arts.

Gu Chuanhen's expression remained unchanged.

"Who is it?"

"Ye Xuandi, who single-handedly captured and killed the Vajra Indestructible Realm expert Gargua Clan's Ao Bai while only at the Divine Realm level," Zhong Tianfu calmly revealed the secret, and then introduced Gu Chuanhen's blood relationship, "Ye Xuandi is the grandfather of Long Qiandi."

Gu Chuanhen snorted coldly: "One top-tier is enough."

Then he spoke in a nonchalant tone.

"I am the absolute best."

Having amassed an invincible momentum halfway through his journey, he no longer takes any opponent seriously.

Because he is the one and only supreme being. This is beyond doubt.