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

Looking at the boy, who appeared to be about seven or eight years old, with a face as white as powder, red lips and white teeth, and well-defined features, like a finely carved piece of jade...

Zhang Mu's expression faltered for a moment.

This young Zhao Yun, with his appearance so striking, was truly hard for him to reconcile with the Five Tiger Generals of his previous life who, together with Liu Bei, slaughtered through a million Cao Cao's troops.

Next, observe the strength of their blood and qi...

In Zhang Mu's perception, Zhao Yun, who was still a young man, had just crossed the Bone Forging Realm and was at the Blood Condensation Realm level.

If he wants to.

With his current strength at the Martial Phase Realm, he could easily kill this little guy in front of him with a single finger.

"We've come at the worst possible time!"

Zhao Yun, one of the Five Tiger Generals, was still a fledgling tiger, his milk teeth not yet fallen out.

However, when Zhang Mu considered the age difference between Zhao Yun and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, he felt relieved.

Ambition knows no age.

Force does not discriminate between the old and the weak.

The reason why historical records habitually place Zhao Yun and Guan Yu and Zhang Fei together is purely because of their superior martial prowess, not because of their age.

Withdrawing his scrutiny of Zhao Yun, Zhang Mu's gaze then fell upon two young men who had arrived earlier and appeared to be around the same age as his second brother, Zhang Liao.

The slightly older young man at the head of the group had bright, shining eyes, a dignified appearance, and a calm and composed demeanor.

Although he was delighted by his master Tong Yuan's return, his gaze did not neglect Zhang Mu and Lü Bu, who lay on the ground, his life hanging in the balance, as he secretly observed them.

That's all I've done.

Even though they had never met before, Zhang Mu had already guessed the identity of the slightly older young man.

The eldest disciple of Gun God Tong Yuan.

Zhang Ren, the future spear king of Sichuan, possesses the bearing of a supreme general and is known as the nemesis of the young phoenix.

Sitting to Zhang Ren's side was a young man with long, narrow black eyes, a angular face, a sharp and hawk-like temperament, and a slightly irritable demeanor.

There's no need to say more about this person.

Even with his eyes closed, Zhang Mu could guess that this young man must be Zhang Xiu, the Betty Gun King, who helped Cao Cao achieve the feat of "killing three sages with one cannon shot" in Wancheng.

Of course, compared to this...

What interests Zhang Mu even more is the strength these two are currently demonstrating.

The former is like Zhang Ren.

In Zhang Mu's perception, this person was also at the peak of the Gathering Qi Realm, just like his second brother Zhang Liao, with perfectly balanced blood and qi.

He is only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the Martial Phase Realm.

The latter is Zhang Xiu...

It's just a little bit lacking.

However, his blood energy strength is also firmly at the mid-stage of the Gathering Qi Realm, and he is not far from breaking through to the late stage.

Looking at these three future prodigies who had not yet completed their apprenticeship under Tong Yuan and entered the Martial Phase Realm, Zhang Mu almost burst into laughter in excitement.

It seems I'll have time in the future...

I should visit Fengqi Mountain more often.

How could he just watch these three unparalleled generals, who were poised to steadily advance to the Martial Realm, slip through his fingers?

Zhang Mu was sizing up Zhang Ren, Zhang Xiu, and Zhao Yun.

These three fellow disciples were no different.

However, unlike Zhang Mu's wonderful feeling when he first met the three, Zhang Ren and the other two felt a sense of unease and pressure from Zhang Mu.

Martial phase realm!

The older Zhang Ren and Zhang Xiu exchanged a glance, their hearts filled with horror.

They thought that having become disciples of the spear master Tong Yuan, and having reached the Gathering Qi Realm before the age of twenty, they could already be considered martial arts prodigies.

Who would have thought?

This young man, who arrived suddenly and looked to be about the same age as them, was actually stronger than them despite being in black armor and white robes.

There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.

Suddenly, a piece of advice that Tong Yuan had once given them came to mind.

however.

When Zhang Ren and Zhang Xiu finally managed to shift their gaze from Zhang Mu to Lü Bu, who lay on the ground, life or death unknown...

The two gasped in surprise.

Another Martial Realm expert?

What kind of brutal battle could have nearly killed such a young Martial Realm expert?

"Zijin"

Stop standing there like an idiot!

At this moment, Tong Yuan's voice came, and he looked at his second disciple, Zhang Xiu.

"You immediately take Yun'er to prepare a clean room so that your injured Senior Brother Lü can be accommodated!"

"Public Assistant!" Tong Yuan then looked at Zhang Ren.

"Go to my room immediately, boil the thousand-year-old blood ginseng that I have treasured into a soup, and bring it to your senior brother Lü to drink."

Tong Yuan did not explain in detail how to prepare blood ginseng.

It wasn't that he intentionally avoided Zhang Mu.

Instead, during their usual cultivation, the three brothers' medicinal soup was prepared by Zhang Ren, who was known for his steady and reliable nature.

Tong Yuan had already taught his eldest disciple the method of brewing.

At this critical moment when Lü Bu's life was at stake, there is no need to elaborate further.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Ren did not hesitate at all.

He immediately led his two junior brothers to retreat and acted according to their master Tong Yuan's instructions.

After instructing his disciple, Tong Yuan looked at Zhang Mu.

"If Gongzhi doesn't mind the simplicity of my humble abode, why not stay here for a few days?"

During their journey here, Tong Yuan had already learned Zhang Mu's name from their conversation, so he addressed Zhang Mu by his courtesy name and extended an invitation.

In response to this invitation.

Zhang Mu, who was pondering how to take all of Tong Yuan's disciples with him in the future, was naturally more than happy to do so.

He immediately agreed without hesitation.

"Haha, I'm glad Mr. Tong doesn't mind me troubling you."

Of course, Tong Yuan and Zhang Mu did not forget the most important thing at the moment.

After settling the heavily injured Lü Bu in the room that Zhang Xiu and Zhao Yun had prepared, Tong Yuan took the ginseng soup that Zhang Ren had brought over. Facing the unconscious Lü Bu who could not swallow, he directly pried open Lü Bu's mouth and used his blood to guide the ginseng soup into Lü Bu's stomach.

Perhaps the efficacy of the thousand-year-old blood ginseng is too astonishing.

Less than half an hour after Lü Bu consumed the blood ginseng, a rare rosy hue appeared on his face, even though he was unconscious.

The heart, which had stopped beating, began to beat faintly again.

"Mr. Tong, is it possible for Fengxian to survive?"

Zhang Mu spoke up with concern.

After all, he had fought alongside Lü Bu in life-and-death battles, and he didn't want to see Lü Bu fall into obscurity.

Although Lü Bu was criticized for his reputation as a servant of three masters in his previous life.

But in this world, in this lifetime, the matter of Lü Bu recognizing his father has not yet occurred. If he were to die in this way, wouldn't it be a pity?

In response to Zhang Mu's question, Tong Yuan let out a heavy sigh.

"So difficult!"

"The effect of the blood ginseng is just like how I used my qi and blood to keep my nephew alive on the way here."

"We can only save his life, but not his survival."

"After the effects of the blood ginseng wear off in five days, my nephew's life will still be in imminent danger, and I will need to use my own qi and blood to keep him alive."

"so……"

"I intend to stay at the other residence to observe Fengxian's condition for half a day, and then rush to an old friend's place around midnight tonight to see if his medical skills can save Fengxian's life!"

A physician? A practitioner of the miraculous art of medicine?

The name Hua Tuo immediately came to Zhang Mu's mind.

Thinking of the body of Tan Shihuai that he had packed up, Zhang Mu suddenly felt that his trip had not been in vain.

Since ancient times, elixirs and medicines have been inseparable.

Perhaps the Hua Tuo that Tong Yuan found could not only revive Lü Bu, but also help him refine a Qi Luck Pill for breaking through to a higher realm.