Mythical Three Kingdoms: Martial Arts Reach Divine Ranks, I Alone Rule the World

The art of physiognomy and aura observation, as one of the special and mysterious methods passed down in the world, cannot completely determine how far a person's future achievements will go...

but.

Yet, just as one can observe the trajectory of stars, one can clearly determine a person's inherent destiny and the ups and downs of their fortune.

In the eyes of ordinary people, kings, nobles and generals are nothing more than symbols of power and status.

However, in the eyes of a true master of this art, it is a completely different story.

Those who are destined to be kings and nobles, in the eyes of the sorcerer, may appear to have a full and bright mind like a full moon and clear and bright eyes like cold stars, but these are all just appearances, mere physical features.

The real secret lies in the small area three feet above their heads, which is the core where fortune gathers.

There, whether more or less, strong or weak, there will be an indescribable purple or green aura.

The purple aura is like the tassels hanging from an emperor's crown, flowing with nobility and majesty; the blue aura is like the purest color in the sky, containing vitality and fortune.

As long as this bluish-purple aura doesn't dissipate...

Its owner will enjoy lasting wealth and good fortune, as if protected by a deity, and will rarely suffer misfortune.

When you walk through the world, storms will make way for you, and calamities will avoid you.

on the contrary.

Those with shallow destiny or a bumpy life path...

In the eyes of the person performing the spell, it presents a completely different scene.

The air above their heads was devoid of any trace of auspicious purple or blue, signifying wealth and prosperity; even a hint of purity and integrity was nowhere to be found.

His face was filled with sorrow, as if he had been burdened by an invisible shackle all his life.

Even more extreme, they are surrounded by a faint, dark, grayish-white aura.

It was the embodiment of bad luck, disaster, and misfortune, like a maggot clinging to a bone, impossible to shake off.

When such a person suffers misfortune, it is not simply a matter of him being robbed.

It will only be like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples and affecting relatives and friends, making the home and family no longer peaceful.

however.

Beyond these two clearly distinct destinies among the masses...

There exists a very special kind of person in the world, almost like a legend.

Their destiny and fortune are not only different from ordinary people, but also cannot be summarized by the common blue, purple, gray and white aura.

They are like the chosen ones of heaven and earth, the darlings specially selected by the river of fate, their destiny and fortune naturally accompanied by extraordinary phenomena.

As long as they don't perish during their growth, they will inevitably become extraordinary people who stir up the world and even influence the course of an era.

undoubtedly.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai, two powerful masters of literature and Taoism, the young Zhuge Liang, carefully held in the arms of his father Zhuge Gui, was such a special case.

An anomaly that would make any strong person tremble with fear.

Because in the eyes of Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai, eyes that could see through illusions and glimpse the origin of destiny...

What they saw was neither a beautifully sculpted three-year-old child nor a young master from an ordinary family.

What they saw.

It was a terrifying being that carried the heavens on its back and looked down upon the earth—Yinglong!

In their eyes.

The destiny and fortune of the young Zhuge Liang seemed to materialize, rising and condensing into the shape of an Yinglong with wings on its back and feet on clouds.

Yinglong's entire body is covered with mysterious scales, each scale seemingly engraved with the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, shimmering with an ancient and vicissitudes aura.

Its dragon wings spread out, blotting out the sky and the sun.

On the left dragon wing, raging flames burned fiercely, as if they could burn away all the filth in the world.

Above the dragon's right wing is a surging torrent of water, containing the power to submerge the entire land of Kyushu.

Water and fire intertwine, entangle and collide on the dragon's wings, evolving into a strange balance, as if yin and yang complement each other, endlessly regenerating.

That's fine then.

Yinglong even made a gesture as if it were about to take flight, its posture full of domineering power, as if the entire sky was carried on its back.

Ready at any moment to soar into the sky and tear apart the shackles of this world.

The scene was too horrifying and too shocking.

This caused both Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai to feel a sense of unease.

This is no longer a simple "royal destiny"; it is a legendary being who can assist the chosen one and achieve unparalleled hegemony!

Whether it was sensing the gazes of these two literary masters or not, the strange dragon phenomenon formed from the destiny and fate of the creature suddenly turned its head to look back!

In an instant, Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai felt a blur before their eyes, as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the vicissitudes of time and the primordial chaos were rushing towards them.

Especially Yinglong's gaze, cold and majestic, carrying a kind of indifferent scrutiny of all living beings, as if looking at two ants.

Just one glance.

The two of them broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to breathe.

Fortunately, the strange phenomenon was fleeting.

When they looked again, all they saw was the innocent smile on the young Zhuge Liang's face and the childish voice that giggled at them.

Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai exchanged a glance, both seeing the undisguised shock and horror in each other's eyes.

at this point.

How could they not realize the extraordinary nature of this young man?

Legend has it that in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan fought a fierce battle with Chiyou, the leader of the Jiuli tribe, at the Battle of Zhuolu. The battle was so fierce that the sky and earth lost their color.

It was the heavenly dragon Yinglong that descended and, with its supreme divine power, helped the Yellow Emperor slay Chiyou, ultimately unifying the nine provinces and laying the foundation for the Human Emperor.

Another legend says that when Yu the Great was controlling the floods, the floodwaters were raging and the people were wailing in despair.

It was also Yinglong who used his tail to draw on the ground, splitting mountains and rivers to guide the floodwaters to flow into the sea, capturing the water monster Wuzhiqi who was causing havoc in the area, finally stopping the floods, and allowing the people of the world to live and work in peace.

All these legends have already proven one thing.

Yinglong was born only to follow the supreme emperor.

This child was born with the destiny of an Yinglong (a mythical dragon)...

This means that whoever can obtain this son as an assistant will surely achieve unparalleled success in the future.

even.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that "whoever obtains this son will obtain the world."

"Kongji!"

Guo Jia turned his head stiffly to look at his friend Zhang Mu, who had been smiling silently beside him.

His tone was laced with an indescribable sense of frustration, as well as an irrepressible excitement.

"Could it be... that you knew about this child all along?"

Guo Jia was defeated because he already knew that he had been tricked by his close friend.

Knowing that he had no choice but to accept this disciple today, whether he wanted to or not.

And excited...

This is because Guo Fengxiao was fortunate enough to meet and accept such an extraordinary disciple, one that would make all the powerful figures throughout history envious.

In response to Guo Jia's question, Zhang Mu simply smiled and said nonchalantly, "Now, Fengxiao, don't you know too?"

After saying this, Zhang Mu ignored Guo Jia, who was experiencing complex emotions.

With a swift movement, he passed Xi Zhicai and Guo Jia like a ghost and arrived in front of Zhuge Xuan and Zhuge Gui.

Zhang Mu didn't beat around the bush at all; he went straight to the point and stated his purpose.

"Gentlemen, would you be interested in finding a good teacher for this child in advance?"

As Zhang Mu spoke, he reached out his finger to tease the young Zhuge Liang in Zhuge Gui's arms.

His movements were completely natural, making no attempt to hide his high regard and affection for the child.

He then glanced at Guo Jia before continuing to speak to Zhuge Gui, the head of the family, saying, "He is the same as Zhicai, the teacher whom A-Jin has studied under."

"My dear friend Guo Fengxiao is also a powerful figure whose literary cultivation has reached the level of a grandmaster."

"If this child could receive personal instruction from Fengxiao..."

"Their future path will be limitless, even far beyond your imagination."

Zhang Mu's suggestion struck Zhuge Gui like a thunderclap, leaving him completely stunned.

He never expected this.

After a master of literature and philosophy had already taken his eldest son, Zhuge Jin, as a student, today his second son, Zhuge Liang, has also received the favor of another master of literature and philosophy!

A wave of immense happiness and a sense of shock washed over me.

Even Zhuge Gui, the patriarch of the Zhuge family who had seen the world, couldn't help but feel dizzy, as if he were in a dream.

But fortunately.

He heard a soft cough from his younger brother Zhuge Xuan beside him, and only then did he snap out of his daze and quickly regain his composure, suppressing his excitement as he looked at Zhang Mu.

"I don't know... who you are...?"

Zhuge Gui tried his best to keep his tone calm.

He trusted Xi Zhicai, who had been the mentor of his eldest son Zhuge Jin for three years, but this was the first time he had met these two.

Although Zhuge Gui hoped that his son would become a dragon among men, he still kept in mind the bottom line and vigilance that a father should have.

Even if Zhuge Liang, the second son, really wanted to become Guo Jia's student, he would first have to find out the background and identity of the person in front of him.

"Me!"

Zhang Mu smiled nonchalantly and waved his hand casually, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Zhang Mu, Zhang Gongzhi."

"Currently, I am a garrison commander of Yanmen County. As for my martial arts level, it is considered acceptable among ordinary martial arts masters."

Upon hearing Zhang Mu's nonchalant statement, Guo Jia, who was standing to the side, burst out laughing, his laughter tinged with a mixture of mockery and wistfulness.

"Patriarch Zhuge!"

Guo Jia quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute to Zhuge Gui, and said, "Please, do not listen to the nonsense of my dear friend!"

"His martial arts prowess far surpasses that of someone merely passable at the Martial Phase Realm."

"To put it bluntly, even if hundreds of Martial Realm experts attacked him together, they might not be able to defeat him in a single blow."

As Guo Jia spoke, he raised his hand to greet the brothers Zhuge Gui and Zhuge Xuan, his posture very humble and his words full of sincerity.

"If you allow Ah Jin's younger brother to become my apprentice, I can't guarantee anything else, but I can teach him everything I know without reservation."

Speaking of it.

Guo Jia paused, then glanced gently at the young Zhuge Liang in Zhuge Gui's arms, his mind drifting to another friend far away—Xun Wenruo.

A meaningful smile appeared on his lips as he continued, "In other areas, Jia can even find other masters of literature and art to teach this child together."

"At that time, he will be able to draw on the strengths of many schools of thought and integrate the best of all, and his future will be limitless."

Zhang Mu and Guo Jia's successive assurances were like two reassuring pills, immediately filling Zhuge Gui with both joy and surprise.

What delighted them was that their second son had such extraordinary fortune, but what shocked them was that the two powerful figures seemed to be acting too eagerly.

at the same time.

Zhuge Gui couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension.

He couldn't imagine it.

If he refused these two, what terrible consequences would the Langya Zhuge clan face, given the unfathomable strength and background of the group in front of him?

Left with no other choice.

Zhuge Gui had no choice but to turn his pleading gaze to Xi Zhicai, the only familiar face in the room.

He hoped that his eldest son Zhuge Jin's mentor could give him, as a father, some time to think things through.

"Mr. Xi, look..."

Zhuge Gui spoke with some difficulty, "Could you... give me the rest of the day to consider this?"

"The child is still young, so we need to consult his mother as well."

Upon hearing this, Xi Zhicai immediately chuckled softly, "What are you saying, Patriarch Zhuge? My two friends are by no means unreasonable people."

"The fact that your son has become your disciple is entirely voluntary. We will never force him, nor will we abuse our power."

Upon hearing Xi Zhicai's words, Zhuge Gui and Zhuge Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Having not even reached the level of a Grandmaster of Literature and Dao, they no longer lacked confidence when facing these three opponents; rather, they instinctively felt a sense of trepidation from the level of their very being.

"In that case, please come into the main hall and rest for a while. We will discuss this and give you an answer as soon as possible."

As Zhuge Gui spoke, he beckoned Zhang Mu and his entourage to walk toward the main hall of the Zhuge Mansion.

During the process, Zhuge Gui was planning to temporarily entrust his second son, Zhuge Liang, to the care of his eldest son, Zhuge Jin, who had already returned.

however.

Just as he was about to do that...

Only then did Zhuge Gui belatedly realize that his arms were lighter.

He looked down.

It turned out that his second son, Zhuge Liang, had somehow climbed into Zhang Mu's arms like a nimble little monkey!

"Father!"

A childlike yet incredibly clear voice rang out from the mouth of three-year-old Zhuge Liang, startling everyone. [Most three-year-olds can already speak, let alone Zhuge Liang.]

"My child... wishes to become his disciple!"

Young Zhuge Liang raised his little hand high, pointing not at Guo Jia, the teacher he had chosen for him, but at Zhang Mu, who was holding him.

These words shocked everyone present!

No one expected it.

The young Zhuge Liang, as the person involved, displayed such amazing intelligence at such a young age, and chose his own teacher!

Just as everyone was utterly astonished by the child's innocent remark...

At this time.

An indescribable sense of terror suddenly descended!

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the entire interior and exterior space of the Langya Zhuge clan's mansion seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

Time, space, everything is frozen in this moment, like a still painting.

Under Zhang Mu's gaze.

Whether it was the Zhuge brothers, or Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai who came with him, or even the young Zhuge Liang in his arms, they were all frozen in a state of complete stillness.

The expressions and movements on their faces, even the fluttering of their clothes, were frozen in the previous instant.

Following closely behind.

It was a majestic power that descended like the collapse of the heavens and the reversal of the sun, moon and stars.

This oppressive aura is vast and ancient, containing a terrifying power that can make all living beings worship and all spirits submit.

"Oh!"

Faced with this sudden change, Zhang Mu was not flustered at all; instead, a playful smile appeared on his lips.

"Is an enemy coming from the sky?"

next moment.

A surge of purple blood energy erupted from Zhang Mu's body, instantly dispelling the invisible binding force that enveloped him like a purple dragon.

then.

His gaze calmly turned toward the source of that magnificent power...

After the void ahead shifted and distorted for a moment,

A figure dressed in the imperial crown of the Han emperor, wearing a twelve-tasseled pearl crown, exuding imperial dragon aura, and appearing like a celestial emperor descending to earth, slowly emerged from the crowd.

"The emperor of this era..."

The newcomer spoke slowly.

The voice was like thunder from the heavens, carrying an undeniable will.

"This child is the chosen one for the revival of our great Han dynasty..."

"You shouldn't have touched it!"