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

Ancient legends tell of walking on the water, gazing at the distant mountain scenery in the water. The mountain range, which shares the same name as "Liangshan", stretches out like a dragon coiled and a tiger crouching. Although the peak is not high, the mountain's shape is as graceful as a sleeping dragon.

The mountain mists swirl around the verdant ridges, seemingly the dragon's body breathing in and out, interacting with heaven and earth, as if draped in a celestial robe, a magnificent crown for the mountain's dragon-like appearance, placing it among the ranks of immortals.

He easily traversed a long distance and arrived at the foot of Liangshan Mountain. Upon closer inspection, he saw lush and verdant vegetation and heard the melodious and varied birdsong.

"Thirteen sentry posts, some overt and some covert, can indeed be considered a tight defense," Gu Chuanhen muttered to himself. The human magnetic field he emitted maintained a radius of 100 meters, constantly connected to the magnetic field of heaven and earth.

It is well known that a magnetic field exists inside the human body, but it is mainly formed by the weak current generated by bioelectric activity.

This magnetic field mainly originates from the electrophysiological activities of organs such as the heart, brain, and muscles.

A martial artist at the Vajra Indestructible Realm possesses a magnetic field several times stronger than that of an ordinary person, which can be controlled at will. If a martial artist at this level so desires, they can influence electrical appliances within a hundred-meter radius around them. However, this range has its limits; it cannot be large enough to cover an entire mountain.

However, if such a magnetic field is connected with the magnetic field of heaven and earth, then it can be used to investigate with the help of heaven and earth.

Ancient legends say that hatred is a means of gathering information, and no matter how well the sentries are hidden, they cannot conceal their own magnetic field.

"These sentries are all at the Ming Jin level in martial arts, but upon closer inspection, they are all shoddy Ming Jin. Although they appear strong, they are extremely weak internally and are only maintaining their strength through outward appearance."

It seems they used some means to make them gain this level of cultivation at the cost of overworking their bodies.

Bajiquan reveals a deeper level of understanding.

[It's a technique, a method used by Jia Yong, the strategist and cunning advisor of Liangshan, to elevate one's cultivation. Jia Yong only told those who followed Liangshan that the technique could raise their cultivation to the level of Ming Jin, but he never mentioned the physical strain it would cause.]

A thoughtful explanation from the corner.

Gu Chuanhen took the words to heart and silently climbed to the summit of Qingshan Mountain.

He pressed closer, yet his pace was as unhurried as that of an ordinary tourist climbing a mountain—

The magnetic field surrounding him had already been transformed by his power, undergoing a dramatic alteration, like a sculpting or carving.

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The group waiting on the mountaintop sat around the wooden and stone tables. The wine and tea were still warm, just the right temperature for them, accompanied by fruits, pastries, and meats such as chicken, duck, goose, fish, pork, dog, beef, and mutton, catering to everyone's tastes.

Standing atop the mountain, one can see lush greenery, with the dripping grass and trees blending seamlessly with the surrounding waters, creating a harmonious landscape that, together with the rising sun, forms a beautiful mountain scene.

Although it was autumn, the breeze was just right, enough to dispel some of the heat from drinking but not enough to make one catch a cold.

As the saying goes, when guests follow the host's lead, the people who arrived at the top of the mountain naturally had to look up at the high platform that had been erected long ago. On this high platform, a throne covered with the fur of a giant tiger with white skin and black stripes was waiting for someone to sit down. And below the throne was a thin, middle-aged man with a sallow complexion.

The middle-aged man, fully armored with armbands and boots, sat in the first chair below the throne.

Two people stood beside the man.

There was a dark-skinned, chubby man who was unkempt and had a rough appearance. He would cough up phlegm a few times and spit at anyone he didn't like, but he restrained himself and didn't actually spit the phlegm into the crowd.

Another person had a slender appearance, with three long strands of beard, and waved a feather fan, giving him a rather otherworldly and ethereal air.

Around the platform, there were exactly one hundred strong men, all between twenty and thirty-five years old. They had cut off their whips and shaved their backs, with only a layer of short stubble covering their scalps.

These men were all shirtless, their muscles gleaming in the sunlight, as if they were metal rather than flesh.

Those intertwined vital energies seemed to form some kind of fist formation, attributing all the benefits to the middle-aged man with sallow skin.

But a different kind of situation was also revealed in that fist formation.

Anyone with discerning eyes can see that those are traces of magic.

An elderly man in a Taoist robe and with his hair tied in a Taoist bun ate a large, juicy pear, making smacking noises while drinking light wine, speaking in a slurred manner.

"Fang Tianwang, can you tell that these people have a certain level of magical cultivation?" The old Taoist's eyes were not dim.

He once divined the divination by observing the stars at night and concluded that there would be light rain today, but at this moment it would still be a sunny day.

It is evident that those hundred people used their magical abilities to reduce the light rain.

Although it wouldn't be very effective in moderate or heavy rain, this demonstrated skill is enough to handle today's situation.

Magic is such a means. If one wants to change the general trend, one must have a cultivation level that reaches the heavens. For example, it can make snow fall like goose feathers on a sunny day during the hottest period of summer, or make the clouds part and the sun shine through the continuous torrential rain.

But minor weather conditions don't have as many implications. They might take advantage of the situation to turn light rain into moderate rain, or reduce the light rain to cloudy or even sunny weather.

The middle-aged man known as the Heavenly King held a golden knife that was not yet drawn, and was gnawing on a leg of lamb. He looked bold and unrestrained, yet also elegant.

After swallowing the mutton in his mouth, the Heavenly King smiled cryptically: "This truly shows how ruthless the strategist under Shou Gongming is. Exchanging lifespan for martial arts and magical cultivation, these people probably won't live for more than five years."

"He is indeed vicious, but it's hard to say whether it was voluntary or not." The fair-skinned, plump monk didn't care about the rules and regulations, eating meat and drinking wine with great pleasure, and even peeling a few cloves of garlic.

A bite of meat and a bite of garlic, and the flavor is greatly enhanced; a few sips of wine, and it's pure bliss.

"Whether it was voluntary or not is none of our business. If anyone is to blame, it's the wrong person to follow." Fang Tianwang shook his head regretfully.

Then his ears twitched as he heard the sound of firm footsteps.

Seemingly sensing something, one after another people began to descend to the mountain path leading to the summit.

The sound of each step, "tap tap tap," resonated with every heartbeat.

It seemed that the heartbeats of everyone present were perfectly synchronized with the sound of footsteps.

Fang Tianwang changed the intensity of his breathing, using his martial arts cultivation to control his heartbeat and prevent it from falling into the rhythm of his steps.

On the stage, the middle-aged man with a withered complexion remained composed and unperturbed, using his martial arts skills to break free from his stumbling block.

After everyone used their own methods to beg the stepping stone, they all held their breath and waited for the person to go up the mountain.

The footsteps grew louder as they approached, first the forehead, then the eyes and nose, and finally the lips, until the complete figure had reached the mountaintop alone.

Everyone knows who this person is.

Gu Chuanhen glanced at the crowd on the mountaintop and clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

"So they all wanted to be emperor." He said calmly, walking slowly towards the high platform.

No one dared to stop them, nor could anyone stop them.

With a light leap, he flipped onto the high platform.

After taking a few more steps, he arrived at the throne.

He sat down casually.

He finally spoke.

"I declare that I shall sit on the throne of leader of this alliance today. Who objects? Who refuses?"