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

Langya Commandery, the territory of the Zhuge clan.

When Zhang Mu appeared at the gate of the clan's territory, Guo Jia, Xi Zhicai, and the brothers Zhuge Gui and Zhuge Xuan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately came to greet him.

Although the phantom image of the Nine Cauldrons blocked the senses of most people on land, preventing them from witnessing the earth-shattering battle above the sea...

but.

Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai, two masters of literature and Taoism, managed to glimpse a corner of the battlefield using their own literary and Taoist supernatural abilities.

"Kongzhi, are you feeling unwell?"

Guo Jia spoke first, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency.

He held the young Zhuge Liang in his arms, his eyes fixed on Zhang Mu, full of worry.

Having witnessed the entire battle through his supernatural abilities, he knew better than anyone just how terrifying the enemy his dear friend was facing was.

A being whose fall could cause the heavens and earth to change color and the sky to weep blood and rain down...

If it were Guo Jia facing him, he would surely die ten times over, with absolutely no chance of survival.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu burst into loud laughter.

There was no weakness in his laughter; on the contrary, it conveyed a sense of unbridled joy and pride.

"Haha, Fengxiao, look at Mu's body, does he look like something's wrong?"

"Even without that old Taoist priest's help, it was only a matter of time before Mu dealt with Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm."

Zhang Mu spoke with great confidence.

This was both to comfort Guo Jia and to state a fact.

After reassuring Guo Jia, Zhang Mu turned his gaze directly to the brothers Zhuge Gui and Zhuge Xuan, his expression becoming serious.

"Gentlemen, are you interested in relocating your entire clan to Bingzhou?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was taken aback.

Especially Zhuge Gui and Zhuge Xuan, they never expected that today's events would suddenly evolve from their youngest son's apprenticeship to a major event concerning the survival of the entire family, such as the relocation of the whole clan.

Followed by.

Their first reaction was an instinctive resistance.

As the saying goes, it's hard to leave one's homeland.

Although the Langya Zhuge clan has declined and the entire clan numbers less than a hundred people, this place is still their ancestral home.

If not forced by circumstances, who would willingly leave their hometown and start over in a completely unfamiliar place?

Zhuge Gui remained silent for a moment, then took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "General Zhang, is it because of the person who arrived earlier?"

Although Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm appeared and used his supreme power to freeze time and space, preventing Zhuge Gui from hearing the specific conversation between Liu Zhao and Zhang Mu.

But he still managed to catch a glimpse of that terrifying aura and Liu Zhao's blurry yet majestic figure.

"Yes!" Zhang Mu did not hide anything from him.

After speaking, Zhang Mu's gaze fell on the young Zhuge Liang in Guo Jia's arms.

If it weren't for the sudden arrival of Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm, he might have only been interested in this future Sleeping Dragon and had adopted a gradual approach of guiding him.

But Liu Zhao's appearance made him realize that the allure of the young Zhuge Liang as a "variable" far exceeded his imagination.

To prevent the young Zhuge Liang from being targeted by other people with ulterior motives in the future, he made this seemingly presumptuous but actually the safest request.

If the entire Zhuge clan of Langya were to migrate to Bingzhou...

This not only benefited the young Zhuge Liang's physical and mental development, but also kept him under Zhang Mu's constant watchful eye.

Even if others attempt to use any underhanded tactics, he can intervene in time.

and.

If the world were to descend into turmoil and chaos, Langya County, located at the border of Qing and Xu provinces, would hardly be a good place to settle down and make a living.

Leaving aside the distant past, let's just talk about next year.

If the Yellow Turban followers in Qingzhou and Xuzhou respond to Zhang's orders and rise up, Langya County and its surrounding areas will inevitably be engulfed in war.

By then...

Zhang Mu might not be able to keep track of the situation of the Zhuge clan in Langya at all times.

Rather than letting the Zhuge clan of Langya eventually flee to Jingzhou due to war, it would be better to move the entire clan to Bingzhou in advance.

Mind this.

Zhang Mu looked directly at Zhuge Gui, the father of the young Zhuge Liang, and asked him a question that seemed unrelated to the current topic but went straight to the heart of the matter: "Patriarch Zhuge, do you believe in fate?"

"life?"

Zhuge Gui looked surprised, not understanding why the young general would suddenly ask this.

Zhang Mu did not explain directly, but instead pointed to the young Zhuge Liang, his tone becoming low and serious.

"If it weren't for the shepherding here today..."

"In the eyes of the one who descended, they had already planned out the destiny for your youngest son."

"As long as Xiao A Liang never breaks through to the realm of literary sage in his lifetime, he will be like a mosquito caught in a spider web, always under that person's control and unable to break free."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Gui's heart sank, and his face turned pale.

Zhang Mu noticed the change in Zhuge Gui's expression, but he did not stop and continued speaking.

"Following the path they planned for Xiao A Liang, he will live his life to support the Han Dynasty and revive the Han state."

"Hehe, the fate of the Han dynasty after the restoration under Emperor Guangwu was already at its end. The difficulty of a third restoration is something that even without Mu's further explanation, Patriarch Zhuge should understand."

"If Xiao A-liang really goes down that path..."

"In the future, he will inevitably pour his heart and soul into his work, only to eventually die from exhaustion. And like that person, there may be more than one person who, possessing the power of the Imperial Path, secretly covets Xiao A Liang's fate."

"There are countless eyes watching him secretly."

"hiss!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Gui gasped, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He never expected this.

Before his youngest son, Zhuge Liang, had even come of age, he had already been targeted by a peerless figure whose cultivation had reached the Emperor Realm.

Even their future life trajectory has been regarded as a pawn that can be manipulated at will by those in power.

This is simply unbelievable, yet it is happening right before my eyes.

Zhuge Gui suppressed his fear and asked the most crucial question with a trembling voice.

"So... General Zhang, you are also at the Imperial Realm?"

Although he had a vague idea of ​​Zhang Mu's strength, Zhuge Gui still wanted to get a definite answer from Zhang Mu.

A guarantee that would make him make up his mind.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu smiled slightly and frankly revealed his level of understanding.

"It's just an alternative way of imperial rule."

"There is still a long way to go before truly reaching the Overlord Realm."

"As for strength?"

Zhang Mu reached out and gently patted the young Zhuge Liang's head, his eyes filled with warmth.

"Protecting Xiao A-liang so he can grow up freely without being coerced or manipulated by anyone should not be a big problem."

Zhang Mu's words were like a reassuring pill, instantly tipping the scales in Zhuge Gui's mind completely.

Zhuge Gui suddenly gritted his teeth, a resolute look appearing on his face.

"General Zhang, since you, a powerful figure of the Imperial Path, have already spoken so earnestly, if I were to hesitate and look back again, I would appear ungrateful and ungrateful!"

"Please grant me, General, three days' notice regarding the Zhuge clan of Langya!"

"Three days from now, I, Zhuge Gui, will lead my entire clan to accompany you, General, to Bingzhou!"

"Brother? This...this is too hasty!" Zhuge Xuan, who was standing to the side, was shocked when he heard this and quickly tried to dissuade him.

He never expected his usually composed older brother to make such a hasty and decisive decision.

This is practically putting the fate of the entire family on Zhang Mu's shoulders.

Zhuge Gui simply shook his head at his younger brother's call, indicating that he should not say anything more at this time.

Zhang Mu's honesty, competence, and his analysis of "fate" have made him completely determined.

Rather than letting the family eke out a living in the cracks and ultimately become a victim of others' power struggles.

Why not take this chance, follow a true strongman, and fight for a bright future?

Zhang Mu was very satisfied with Zhuge Gui's decision.

He wasn't forcing anyone, but rather giving them a choice, and Zhuge Gui didn't disappoint him, making the wisest decision.

"Please rest assured, Patriarch Zhuge, once you arrive in Bingzhou, you will be protected by the governor. Anyone who wants to harm the Zhuge clan of Langya will have to think twice before acting."

"The Zhuge clan is gradually declining in Langya, but it is not impossible for them to rise again by moving to Bingzhou."

"A tree dies when transplanted, but a person thrives."

"Hehe, that's an age-old truth."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Gui did not refute Zhang Mu's words, but simply sighed deeply and gave a bitter smile.

He carefully took his youngest son from Guo Jia's arms, looked into the clear, innocent eyes in his arms, and said to Zhang Mu, "I hope... I can heed your auspicious words, General!"

Having said that, he said no more.

Instead, he summoned servants from the mansion to guide Zhang Mu, Guo Jia, and Xi Zhicai to their guest rooms for a temporary stay.

In this regard.

Neither Zhang Mu, nor Guo Jia, nor Xi Zhicai refused.

At their level, it doesn't matter where they live. Staying in the Zhuge Mansion can temporarily stabilize the hearts of the Zhuge clan who are about to migrate north.

……

Jizhou, near Julu.

Upon returning to his small village in Julu, Jizhou, Zhang Jiao immediately summoned his two brothers, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao.

"Brother! Did you go out and have a fight with someone?"

Zhang Liang, tall and muscular, whose Taoist robe billowed out from his bulge, noticed the fluctuating aura emanating from his returning elder brother, Zhang Jiao.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Jiao raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Third brother, come and protect me!"

"No one is allowed to approach without my permission."

After saying this, Zhang Jiao went straight to the altar platform located in the northwest corner of the Yellow Turban stronghold.

With a flick of his Taoist robe, three volumes of heavenly books and a nine-section staff of Taoist weapon appeared before Zhang Jiao, radiating a terrifying aura.

Just like these two powerful divine weapons, which had not yet completely dissipated the imperial aura generated from refining and killing Emperor Liu Zhao, the emperor of the imperial realm.

"Third brother, what is your elder brother trying to do?"

"He doesn't usually come to this altar to meditate, so why is he bringing out the Heavenly Book and the Nine-Section Staff now?"

Upon hearing the news, General Zhang Bao arrived and asked Zhang Liang, who was guarding the high platform below the altar, for his questions.

Just as Zhang Liang was about to answer, he turned around and was surprised to find two little tails dangling behind his second brother.

It was their eldest niece Zhang Ning and Chu Feiyan, a young member of the Holy Sect who was highly regarded by the three brothers.

Zhang Liang gave Zhang Ning, who was playfully winking at him, a doting look, then shook his head and said, "Second Brother, I don't know either!"

"My brother only instructed me to protect him. How could I possibly guess what he was going to do?"

"possible……"

Zhang Liang glanced at the three volumes of heavenly books and the nine-section staff of the Daoist weapon, and said nonchalantly, "Perhaps he just had a battle with someone, and his Daoist cultivation has improved, so he has some insights and is preparing to reforge these two weapons."

Zhang Liang was speaking when his eyes widened in the next instant.

He was shocked to see that beneath the three volumes of heavenly books and the nine-section staff of the Daoist soldier, blood imbued with the aura of the imperial way was flowing out.

The blood was not only golden in color, but it was also surging on its own as if it were alive.

Just one glance was enough to send a chill down Zhang Liang's spine.

"This... is the blood of the Emperor?"

Zhang Liang swallowed hard, staring in shock at his elder brother who was sitting cross-legged on the high platform of the altar.

"Could he be preparing to use this imperial bloodline...?"

Zhang Liang vaguely guessed what Zhang Jiao was going to do, but before he could voice his guess, General Zhang Bao had already said it.

"Alchemy!"

"To refine elixirs with the blood of the Emperor, elder brother, you have such great ambition."

As they spoke, General Zhang Bao activated the protective array within the stronghold, adding another layer of protection for his elder brother Zhang Jiao, who was preparing to refine pills.

Zhang Jiao, standing on the high platform of Fatian, noticed the arrival of Zhang Bao, Zhang Ning, and the others, but he ignored them and focused all his attention on the imperial blood before him.

"The uprising is imminent next year, but the thirty regional commanders currently stationed in various prefectures and counties are rather inadequate..."

"How can this be allowed!"

Zhang Jiao murmured.

The Daoist weapon, the Nine-Section Staff, which was intertwined with his life, trembled slightly, and strands of the Imperial Dragon Qi that it had absorbed from Liu Zhao's body during the battle were drawn out.

"boom!"

Almost at the very moment the Imperial Dragon Qi was drawn out, a ball of purple Dao fire flew out from between Zhang Jiao's eyebrows.

The Dao Fire arrived below the Blood of the Emperor and transformed into a purple fire furnace half the height of a person, which contained the Blood of the Emperor.

The moment the imperial blood was incorporated into the Dao furnace formed by the purple fire, a shocking change occurred within the imperial blood.

The voice of Emperor Liu Zhao of the Imperial Realm came from within.

"Old Taoist priest, using imperial blood to refine elixirs, Heaven will not tolerate you!"

"I have already foreseen your tragic end!"

As if echoing Liu Zhao's words, the sky above the small mountain village suddenly changed color, with dark clouds covering the sky and lightning flashing and brewing in the sky.

"The person is already dead, yet a mere remnant of his spirit dares to threaten this old Daoist?"

"So noisy!"

Zhang Jiao stared at the Imperial Blood, which was constantly changing and churning in the purple path. With a flick of his finger, he instantly erased the lingering resentment of Emperor Liu Zhao from the Imperial Blood.

As for the changing clouds in the sky...

Zhang Jiao slightly opened and closed the cuffs of his Taoist robe, and immediately a lightning talisman flew out and shot towards the sky. Wherever the lightning talisman passed, the dark clouds were dispelled, and the brewing lightning was completely swallowed up.

After absorbing the sky full of lightning, the lightning talisman did not return to Zhang Jiao's Taoist robe sleeve, but instead changed direction and landed in front of Zhang Ning.

Zhang Ning knew perfectly well that this was his father's intention, so he immediately put away the Thunder Talisman for future use against enemies.

I sensed the power contained within the Thunder Talisman...

Zhang Ning then realized that it was enough to deal with ordinary Martial Aspect Realm and Grandmaster Realm experts.

Zhang Jiao remained completely focused on refining pills with Dao Fire, using imperial blood as the raw material, Dao Fire as the furnace, and dragon energy as an auxiliary ingredient. His hands moved swiftly up and down, his fingers forming hand seals to send out strands of Dao patterns that disappeared into the purple fire Dao furnace.

Time passed second by second...

"boom--"

The purple Dao furnace trembled suddenly.

The imperial blood and imperial dragon energy within the furnace faintly transformed into the shape of a golden dragon, roaring and struggling within the furnace, as if unwilling to be refined into nothingness.

The golden dragon struggled fiercely, and each impact caused the furnace wall, which was made of purple fire, to emit a deafening roar.

Seeing this, Zhang Jiao remained unmoved, and another ball of purple Dao fire flew out from between his brows and fell into the furnace.

The flames in the furnace suddenly surged, illuminating the entire altar with a shimmering purple light.

Under the even more intense scorching of the Dao fire, the golden dragon finally let out a mournful cry of unwillingness.

finally.

Its form gradually dissipated, transforming into a pool of clear golden liquid that slowly swirls within the furnace.

"Now is the time!"

Zhang Jiao gave a soft shout, formed hand seals, and poured profound Daoist incantations into the furnace. The golden liquid began to differentiate under the guidance of the incantations.

One divides into two, two divides into four, four divides into eight...

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into thirty-six golden liquid droplets the size of longan fruits, which spun around in the purple flames and slowly condensed into the shape of pills.

Zhang Jiao dared not be negligent.

He hurriedly took out a purple jade gourd from the sleeve of his Taoist robe, uncorked it, and aimed the gourd's mouth at the Taoist furnace formed by the purple fire.

As if summoned, the golden pills flew toward the mouth of the gourd.

One, two, three...

Thirty-six golden pills fell into the gourd one after another, making a crisp and pleasant clanging sound.

Only after the last golden pill was placed into the gourd did Zhang Jiao tighten the stopper.

He gently shook the gourd, and when he heard the sound of golden pills colliding inside, the Heavenly General breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Thirty-six commanders, thirty-six pills formed!"

"Fate is in the hands of the wise!"