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

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

At dawn, the usually quiet Zhuge family ancestral land was already filled with a dense crowd.

Men, women, young and old, were all present, and each person's face displayed a complex and indescribable expression.

There is a deep attachment to and reluctance to leave one's homeland!

There is apprehension and confusion about the unknown road ahead!

There was also a heavy sigh over the dismantling of the ancestral legacy.

In the center of the crowd, the current head of the family, Zhuge Gui, dressed in a simple blue robe, tried his best to remain calm, but his hand was tightly holding that of his younger brother, Zhuge Xuan, reflecting the turmoil in his heart.

"Second brother, from this day forward, the entire ancestral land of Langya is entrusted to you."

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Xuan grasped his elder brother's warm hand and nodded solemnly: "Brother, rest assured, I will do my utmost to protect the ancestral hall here."

"As long as my brother is alive, the incense in this ancestral hall will never cease to burn."

It was different from what Zhang Mu had imagined.

Regarding his proposal to relocate the entire Zhuge clan to Bingzhou, after discussions among Zhuge Gui, Zhuge Xuan, and other clan elders, the Langya Zhuge clan ultimately decided to split up their family.

That is, Zhuge Gui, the elder brother, led the main family and the clansmen who were willing to leave to follow Zhuge Mu to move north to Bingzhou.

Those who were unwilling to leave their homeland of Langya County continued to develop their local area under the leadership of Zhuge Xuan.

Zhang Mu had no objection or dissatisfaction with this.

Perhaps it was partly due to the Langya Zhuge clan's ulterior motives in making multiple bets, but from the perspective of human relationships, the development of multiple branches is precisely the underlying characteristic of a family's enduring legacy throughout the thousands of years of Chinese history.

Zhang Mu was not so heartless as to force all members of the Zhuge clan to migrate north.

Moreover, compared to the remaining Zhuge Xuan and the Langya branch, Zhang Mu only valued the Zhuge Gui, Zhuge Liang, and Zhuge Jin family.

Once this family goes to Bingzhou, everyone else becomes insignificant.

Good thing!

Zhuge Gui didn't say much to his younger brother Zhuge Xuan. After speaking for a while, he turned to Zhang Mu and nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Mu immediately stepped forward.

He clasped his hands together as if they were swords, and casually slashed at the air in front of him, as if the space itself were a thin sheet of paper, directly cut open by an invisible blade.

"Sizzle!"

A sound that wasn't loud, yet exploded deep within everyone's soul, like the sound of tearing silk.

Under the horrified gaze of the Zhuge clan members.

The open space in front of them.

A black fissure, over two zhang high and one zhang wide, with irregular edges and rippling like water, appeared out of thin air.

Looking through the crack, all that meets the eye is an utterly profound emptiness.

Gazing at the spatial rift, the Zhuge clan members marveled at Zhang Mu's immense power, yet none dared to approach.

"Gentlemen."

Zhang Mu's voice clearly reached everyone's ears, carrying a calming and reassuring power.

"Once you pass through this spatial rift, you'll be on the other side of Yanmen County in Bingzhou."

"Mu has already spoken with Prefect Guo. Once you arrive there, someone will take good care of you. You don't need to worry about your livelihood."

These were not Zhang Mu's lies.

During his three-day stay in Langya, he had already made contact with Guo Qun, the prefect of Yanmen County, through special means, informing him of the news that a family from the Central Plains would be moving in.

Guo Qun was extremely pleased to hear this.

He even told Zhang Mu in a very generous manner...

If there were capable and virtuous members in the Zhuge clan, he could directly recruit them as prefects and entrust them with important responsibilities, which would be considered an expression of his support for Zhang Mu.

After speaking, Zhang Mu turned to look at Xi Zhicai and Guo Jia beside him.

The two exchanged a glance with Zhang Mu and immediately understood.

Without Zhang Mu needing to speak, Guo Jia had already taken the initiative to step forward and hold the slightly cold little hand of young Zhuge Liang.

He whispered to the young Zhuge Liang with a smile, "Little fellow, come with your future teacher; the other side is a whole new world."

Xi Zhicai patted the young Zhuge Jin on the shoulder, signaling him to follow.

As they moved, the moment Guo Jia and his companions touched the rift light barrier, they vanished like pebbles thrown into water, creating ripples before disappearing completely.

This undoubtedly set a direct example for the Zhuge clan members behind him who had never had such an experience and were hesitant to move forward.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and follow!"

"Don't waste everyone's time!"

Seeing his clansmen staring blankly at the spatial rift with such a pathetic expression, Zhuge Gui, as the head of the family, couldn't help but urge them on impatiently.

At this moment, the majesty of the patriarch was unmistakably revealed.

Upon hearing this, the clansmen dared not hesitate any longer.

They all took a deep breath, some with their eyes closed, others with their hands full of bags, and the elderly and children lined up like dumplings being dropped into a pot, one after another entering the spatial rift that seemed to lead to another world.

About half an incense stick's time passed.

As the last member of the Zhuge clan who had migrated north stepped into the spatial rift...

Only Zhang Mu, Zhuge Gui, Zhuge Xuan who chose to stay, and some of their clansmen remained.

A morning breeze blew by, carrying a few fallen leaves and adding a touch of desolation.

Zhuge Gui took one last deep look at the land that had given him birth, and at his younger brother and those familiar faces, before turning around without hesitation and stepping into the spatial rift with Zhang Mu.

Instantly, the enormous spatial rift began to slowly close, eventually disappearing completely as if it had never existed.

Bingzhou, Yanmen Commandery.

When Zhang Mu and Zhuge Gui emerged from the spatial rift, they saw the Zhuge clan members, guided by Prefect Guo Qun and Zhang Liao, marching in an orderly fashion towards the east of the city.

In the east of the city, Prefect Guo Qun had already designated a place for the Zhuge clan of Langya, who had come from afar, to stay.

"Prefect Guo, I'm entrusting everything to you!"

Guo Qun turned around upon hearing the sound.

Looking at the young man before him, whose demeanor was becoming increasingly composed and who even exuded an aura that made this worldly-wise prefect feel uneasy, he couldn't help but scrutinize him closely.

Although Guo Qun had already learned from Zhang Mu's younger brother Zhang Liao that Zhang Mu's strength had advanced by leaps and bounds to a terrifying level that was comparable to a "Royal Realm" expert...

but.

Seeing it with his own eyes now, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality, as if he were in another world.

"A general with the strength of an Emperor Realm..."

Guo Qun, the governor of Yanmen County, spoke with a sigh, his voice tinged with undisguised pride and emotion.

"Throughout the entire land, only Yanmen County could possibly have a prefecture commandery with a powerhouse at the Emperor Realm level!"

Hearing Guo's somewhat teasing words, Zhang Mu also laughed.

He casually added, "Indeed, to be able to mobilize a prefect with the strength of a general at the Emperor Realm, you are truly a first in history."

After a few jokes, Zhang Mu introduced Zhuge Gui and Guo Qun, allowing the two to get to know each other.

Zhang Mu did not intend to get involved in the specific details of Zhuge's resettlement. After apologizing to the two men, he turned around and walked straight towards his own garrison commander's residence.

"Gongzhi, wait a moment!"

Zhang Mu had only taken two steps when he heard Prefect Guo's hesitant call from behind.

Zhang Mu paused and looked back.

Guo Qun's face showed a hesitant and conflicted expression, which made Zhang Mu raise an eyebrow and feel a little curious.

Before Zhang Mu could even ask...

Guo Qun seemed to have thought of something, and in the end just waved his hand with a wry smile, saying, "Never mind, you'll know when you return to the garrison commander's mansion, Gongzhi."

"Gongzhi, remember one thing."

"Although your strength has greatly increased,... never let your increased strength cause you to lose... your respect for that person!"

The words of Guo Qun, the governor of Yanmen County, were seemingly random yet carried a certain solemnity, as if some important figure had arrived in Yanmen County.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't ask any more questions, but silently spread his divine sense, instantly covering the entire Yanmen County.

After reaching the Emperor Realm, the scope and precision of his divine sense perception were vastly different from before.

The presence of every person in the city, even the cries of street vendors, the crying of children, and the hammering of iron in the blacksmith's shop, could be clearly felt in his mind.

Before long, the scene inside the garrison commander's mansion was clearly presented to his perception.

Zhang Mu keenly sensed two familiar auras:

A figure of elegance and nobility, yet possessing an indescribable charm and majesty.

The other is calm and reserved.

It is like a peerless sword hidden in its sheath, yet its sharpness is fully revealed!

"So...it was them!"

Zhang Mu smiled and replied to Guo Qun, "Prefect Guo, rest assured, although I... recently joined forces with someone to kill a royal-level ancestor of the current emperor."

"But we can still distinguish right from wrong and grudges."

Zhang Mu said this casually.

Upon hearing this, Guo Qun, the governor of Yanmen County, showed a clear look of doubt.

What does it mean to "just killed a royal-level ancestor"?

I don't understand what you're saying at all!

Guo Qun, the governor of Yanmen County, subconsciously wanted to grab Zhang Mu and ask him for an explanation, but Zhang Mu's figure had already disappeared from his sight in the instant he was lost in thought.

Unable to understand, Guo Qun could only turn his puzzled gaze to his nephew Guo Jia and Xi Zhicai, who had also not left.

"Follow your filial piety and your talents!"

"Gongzhi... what did he mean by what he just said?"

Guo Jia shrugged, with an expression of being used to it, enjoying the spectacle.

"Uncle, it means exactly what it says."

"Kouji did take down that guy on his recent trip... well, how should I put it, he was a pretty formidable old fellow."

As they were talking.

Out of curiosity, Guo Jia subconsciously extended his divine sense towards the direction of the garrison commander's mansion.

He wanted to see.

Who on earth could be so special that his uncle, the head of a prefecture, would be so cautious and even have to specifically instruct Zhang Mu not to be impolite?

Just as Guo Jia's divine sense was extending and about to reach the area of ​​the garrison commander's mansion...

A sword intent, sharp to the extreme and domineering enough to sever divine thoughts, suddenly pierced his wisp of divine thought as if it had appeared in a fleeting moment.

"hiss!"

"What terrifying sword intent!"

Guo Jia felt as if his brain had been cleaved by an invisible sword, followed by a sharp pain.

Having suffered a hidden loss, Guo Jia quickly withdrew his divine sense and rubbed his temples with lingering fear.

"uncle!"

"Has a master swordsman arrived at the garrison commander's mansion...?"

Guo Jia glanced in the direction of the garrison commander's mansion, then resumed his usual carefree demeanor: "Jia, really, why bother worrying about that perverted monster?"

"With Gongzhi's current strength, let alone a master swordsman, even if a sword emperor or supreme master came, they probably wouldn't be able to defeat him!"

Just as Guo Jia was secretly criticizing Zhang Mu behind his back...

Zhang Mu's figure had already silently appeared in the spacious hall of the town general's mansion.

He looked up.

The first thing that catches his eye is a woman whose beautiful eyes are smiling as she looks at him.

The woman wore a phoenix crown and a magnificent brocade dress. Her captivating eyes held a charm that could melt even the hardest heart.

It was none other than Empress He, the Han emperor and empress who had once met Zhang Mu in the ancient capital of Luo.

And beside this Han emperor and empress.

An elderly swordsman in black stood silently like a shadow, exuding a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay.

This person was, of course, also an old acquaintance.

but.

Unlike Empress He, whose eyes held a smile, Wang Yue stared intently at the arriving Zhang Mu. The chilling aura emanating from Zhang Mu slowly dissipated, revealing a sword intent that was almost tangible.

"Sir, please don't get agitated!"

"If we really get serious, you wouldn't be able to withstand a single move from Mu!"

Zhang Mu, who was in an alternative imperial realm, could see that the Imperial Tutor Wang Yue's realm was half-step sword imperial realm.

There is still a considerable distance to go before he truly becomes the supreme master of swordsmanship.

Although he said this, Zhang Mu's eyes subtly swept over the Zhenyi Sword in Wang Yue's hand, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Without it.

Zhang Mu sensed an aura comparable to that of an imperial weapon and a faint threat emanating from the Zhenyi Sword held by Wang Yue.

Has the weapon already undergone a transformation before its master has even embarked on his journey?

With this sword, if Wang Yue were to face an opponent at the Emperor Realm...

If the other side underestimates Wang Yue, this old man's desperate sacrifice of his body to the sword might cause even a powerful Emperor Realm expert to be caught off guard and suffer a crushing defeat.

After silently assessing Wang Yue's strength, Zhang Mu's gaze turned to the shadows in a corner of the hall.

There, a person still stands.

A middle-aged eunuch with a clean-shaven chin and a chilling aura emanated from him, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, his presence barely perceptible.

If Zhang Mu hadn't been so perceptive, others would have easily overlooked his presence.

Zhang Mu carefully examined the middle-aged eunuch, a hint of amusement and understanding flashing in his eyes. Then, he slowly spoke.

"Hmm... even a mere eunuch possesses a rich imperial dragon aura that only the emperor and direct descendants of the royal family can cultivate and bear..."

"How strange, how bizarre!"

"In the past, I had only heard of the saying 'to act as an accomplice to a tiger.' It is said that if an accomplice stays by the side of a fierce tiger for a long time, he can acquire some of the power of the king of beasts."

"Today, I have truly broadened my horizons."

"It turns out that even when a true dragon is around, a 'companion ghost' can be born, absorbing the imperial dragon's energy to temper itself and embark on the path of cultivation."