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

Under the watchful eyes of everyone...

The three talisman cauldrons in mid-air began to rotate at a slower speed, but the fragrance in the air became even stronger.

at last.

When the talisman cauldron came to a complete stop, a burst of crimson light burst forth from within it.

As the rosy glow dissipated, the talisman cauldron spontaneously dissolved, transforming into streams of righteous energy that spread throughout the heavens and earth, leaving behind only three different sizes of blood pills, which floated quietly in mid-air.

Zhang Mu glanced at it and immediately saw the number of blood pills.

There are 282 Blood Pills for the Bone Forging Realm, 29 Blood Pills for the Blood Coagulation Realm, and 4 Blood Pills for the Meridian Opening Realm.

As for the Blood Pills of the Gathering Qi Realm, which are beneficial for martial artists in the Gathering Qi Realm to promote their cultivation, there wasn't a single one available.

Zhang Mu was not surprised by this.

While luck certainly plays a role in the tempering of Blood Elixir, the amount of raw materials invested also matters.

Taking the corpses of Xianbei people in the Bone Forging Realm as an example, it takes the essence and blood of about ten corpses to barely refine a Blood Pill that can be effective for the cultivation of a Bone Forging Realm martial artist.

In the battle just now, he killed the enemy's only expert at the Gathering Qi Realm—the Xianbei centurion.

If it could be refined into a blood pill of the same level, that would be a rare thing.

The Han soldiers on the battlefield stared intently at the blood pills floating in mid-air. Even though they wished they could possess them all, none of them dared to make the slightest move.

Zhang Mu took in the performance of his soldiers, a slight smile playing on his lips, quite satisfied with their reaction.

next moment.

He gently pointed his finger at the blood pills, and the more than three hundred blood pills that had just come out of the cauldron immediately shot out in all directions.

As if it were a pre-programmed sequence, the items landed precisely in the hands of the corresponding number of Han soldiers, surprising and delighting everyone.

"I witnessed your performance on the battlefield before I made my move."

"These blood pills are not a reward, but something you deserve."

"hehe!"

"I expect that after you all take this pill, you will all achieve a breakthrough!"

The soft laughter gradually faded away, and when the Han soldiers looked back at where Zhang Mu had stood, they only saw a fleeting afterimage he had left behind.

"Team...team leader!"

The Han army recruit who had almost asked whether the corpses of his comrades could be used to refine blood pills was now staring incredulously at the blood pills he had been given.

"Having said those things before, do I even deserve this Blood Pill?"

The Han army commander glanced at the Blood Condensation Realm Blood Pill that Zhang Mu had given him, then raised his hand and slapped the new recruit on the head.

"You greenhorn, you'll remember this!"

The Han army commander shifted his gaze from his own recruits to the other recruits present.

"You were able to obtain this Blood Pill today not because of your outstanding performance."

"But..."

"This is a military order specifically set forth by General Zhang Mu since he took up his post in Yanmen County: anyone who joins the army in the border region of Yanmen will be rewarded with a Blood Pill regardless of their performance in the first battle."

After explaining to all the new recruits who had just received the Blood Pill, the Han army commanders did not hesitate at all. They immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, tilted their heads back, and swallowed the newly acquired Blood Condensation Realm Blood Pill.

The moment the blood pill entered his mouth, it transformed into a warm current.

Then, the Han army commander seemed to have eaten a great tonic. Not only did his face become rosy and glowing, but the vigorous blood energy transformed from the melted blood pill also circulated around his body, making him look like a balloon that was gradually inflating.

As the blood and qi swelled, muffled groans could be heard from the Han army commanders.

Obviously.

The ingestion and refining of the Blood Pill was no easy task, and the Han army commanders were enduring unimaginable pain.

The Han army recruits, who were only at the Bone Forging Realm, had never seen such a scene before. Fearing that something might have happened to their commander, they hurriedly asked the Han army garrison commander, who was already at the Meridian Opening Realm, not far away:

"Village leader, Captain Wu is leading him..."

"Don't worry! Old Wu won't die. If he can't even endure this little bit of pain, I'll be ashamed for him."

In the brief moment before the Han army garrison commander responded, the Han army's surging blood and qi flowed directly towards his limbs, attempting to unblock the meridians there.

Breaking through from the Blood Coagulation Realm to the Meridian Opening Realm is itself a process of continuous refinement that uses blood and qi to develop the meridians throughout the body.

If the meridians are not strong enough, how can they withstand the flow of blood and qi like a dragon in the body?

"Brother, do you think this team leader, Wu Zheng, can break through?"

On the city tower.

Zhang Liao walked up behind Zhang Mu and noticed that his brother's gaze was focused on the Han army commanders. He couldn't help but ask.

"cannot."

"With his current blood energy strength, he is still some distance away from entering the Meridian Opening Realm."

After casually commenting on the Han army commander, Zhang Mu took out a jade bottle containing the blood essence of a Xianbei centurion from his bosom and tossed it directly into Zhang Liao's arms.

"Second brother, find some time to refine these blood essences."

"Although the Han state still exists, it is showing signs of decline. If you were to reach the level of a martial prime minister like your brother sooner, you would have a better chance of survival when the world descends into chaos in the future."

However, to Zhang Mu's surprise...

Faced with his words of encouragement, his second brother, who could have been hailed as Sun Quan's godfather in the previous history, wore a somber and bitter smile.

"Um?"

"Second brother, could it be that you're not confident about breaking through to the Martial Phase Realm?"

The Martial Realm is the dividing line in this world for judging whether a person's martial arts strength qualifies them as a first-rate martial artist.

Those who do not reach the Martial Prime realm are all ants.

When two people meet on a narrow path in battle, it's no different from bidding against each other.

Zhang Mu didn't believe that his second brother couldn't even cross the threshold of becoming a first-rate military general because of his transmigrated brother.

If even his own second brother, Zhang Liao, whom Sun Shiwan had to carry into the Martial Temple on his knees, couldn't break through the shackles of the Martial Phase Realm, Zhang Mu didn't believe that others could easily step into this realm.

Noticing the concern in his elder brother's eyes, Zhang Liao did not speak, but responded with his actions.

As he channeled his internal energy into his fist, a burst of blood energy surged forth, completely enveloping his right fist.

"Brother!"

Liao believed he had reached the point where his blood and qi were perfectly balanced in the Gathering Qi Realm, but for some reason, whenever he tried to break through, he could vaguely feel a kind of suppression from the darkness.

"This suppression seems to emanate from this very world, yet it also seems to be..."

Zhang Liao glanced warily in the direction of Luoyang, the eastern capital, and said slowly in an uncertain tone, "The declining fortunes of the dynasty do not allow for the emergence of powerful individuals."

"Even more so."

Liao had a premonition that if he tried to break through under this pressure, he would most likely... die.

Upon hearing the words "death," Zhang Mu's expression immediately turned serious.

He didn't believe Zhang Liao would hide anything from him on such a life-or-death matter, but when he recalled his own breakthrough experience, he pondered for a moment and asked, "Besides these?"

"Wen Yuan, have you ever felt the great terror emanating from the Guanzhong Plain?"

"Why do you say that, elder brother?"

Zhang Liao looked puzzled, wondering why his brother would mention Guanzhong for no reason.

Seeing Zhang Liao's puzzled expression, Zhang Mu fell silent.

Because he discovered that when he broke through from the Gathering Qi Realm to the Martial Phase Realm, the situation was completely different from what his second brother had described.

There was no suppression from heaven and earth, nor did they feel the impact of the declining national fortune.

The only sense of crisis he felt came from a fleeting glimpse of the mausoleum site in Guanzhong—something Zhang Liao failed to perceive.

What about Lü Bu?

The image of a lone wolf, whom Zhang Mu had encountered several times, flashed through his mind.

How did he break through the barrier?

Was the situation Lü Bu encountered when he broke through the enemy's defenses similar to his own, or was it the same as the situation his second brother Zhang Liao faced?

Countless questions flooded Zhang Mu's mind, making him increasingly unable to see this world clearly.

"How strange! How very strange!"

A middle-aged scholar in blue appeared on the city wall, looking Zhang Mu up and down with surprise.

"There is a great terror in Guanzhong? This is the first time I've ever heard of such a thing."

Zhang Mu stared speechlessly at Guo Qun, the governor of Yanmen County, who was eavesdropping, and his face darkened immediately: "Governor Guo, you are a scholar, after all. Eavesdropping on people's conversations is against the principles of a gentleman."

The Way of the Gentleman?

Upon hearing this, Prefect Guo Qun felt a sharp pain in his liver.

With murderers lurking everywhere inside and outside the city, even if he adheres to the principles of a gentleman, who is he putting on an act for?

This is the border region of Han territory, where people are constantly fighting with foreign tribes. It is not a place of natural literary elegance like Yingchuan. Refined and rigid gentlemen cannot survive here.

Guo Qun had almost forgotten whether it was three months or half a year ago that he last read the Analects.

"You, Zhang Gongzhi, if I were to follow your advice and uphold the principles of a gentleman, I would first punish you for disrespecting your superiors."

Guo Qun retorted to Zhang Mu.

Regardless of whether the city wall behind him was clean or not, he leaned against it and turned his gaze to Zhang Liao.

"Wen Yuan, regarding your difficulty in breaking through to the next realm, this prefect may be able to answer some of your questions."

Upon hearing Guo Qun's words, Zhang Mu raised an eyebrow.

He never expected that Guo Qun, a scholar who had never even set foot in the realm of literary masters, would have a way to break the spell.

But when Zhang Mu realized that this person was from the Guo family of Yingchuan and was the uncle of his close friend Guo Jia, he felt relieved.

Although the Guo family of Yingchuan currently lacks a literary master due to Guo Jia's deliberate concealment, their foundation is still far beyond what I, a self-taught individual who has only been in this world for twenty years, can match.

"I hope the Prefect will provide guidance in Liao!"

"I am deeply grateful that Liao has managed to break through to the next level!"

The young Zhang Liao was so excited that he lost his composure.

He has been trapped in the Gathering Qi Realm for too long.

Faced with his elder brother's expectations, and watching his brother stand alone in front of everyone whenever battle broke out, Zhang Liao's desire for strength became even more urgent.

The northern grasslands are surrounded by powerful enemies. The three thousand Xianbei that my brother killed today are just the tip of the iceberg of his strength.

Although the Martial Realm is powerful, it does not mean that one is invincible.

If the Xianbei Chanyu were to lead his fierce generals and 100,000 Xianbei cavalry to attack Yanmen Pass, even if his elder brother were strong, he would inevitably suffer a bitter defeat and die under the onslaught of wolves and tigers.

Guo Qun waved his hand dismissively at Zhang Liao's words of gratitude.

After organizing his thoughts, he looked up at the Zhang brothers, Zhang Mu and Zhang Liao, and began to speak slowly and deliberately.

"Wen Yuan, your premonition is not unfounded."

"It's true that the heavens and earth restrict your martial arts breakthroughs, and it's also true that the imperial dynasty's fate does not allow individual powerhouses to emerge."

"Yes."

"There is a way to break out of this predicament."

"hehe."

"As far as I know..."

Guo Qun held up four fingers to the two brothers, then bent half of one after a moment: "There are three and a half!"

Three kinds, plus half a piece?

Zhang Mu glanced at Prefect Guo Qun with a wistful look, barely suppressing the urge to punch him in the face.

This old scholar is really tantalizing.