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

In response to Zhang Mu's explanation, Hua Tuo indicated that it was alright.

His original intention was to heal the world. Before deciding to save Lü Bu, he was prepared that the source seed would be damaged.

Moreover.

The slight loss of life force is insignificant compared to the sacrifice Zhang Mu made.

After we retrieve the source seed of medicine, it will recover after a short period of nurturing.

"Gongzhi, get up and move around a bit."

"Are you experiencing any discomfort?"

Hua Tuo, who was standing at the edge of the bed, stepped aside to make it easier for Zhang Mu to get out of bed.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Mu immediately got up and left the bed.

Under the watchful eyes of Tong Yuan, Hua Tuo, Zhang Ren, and Zhang Xiu, he paced back and forth, even jumping up and down a few times as before...

"Young friend Gongzhi, how is the situation?"

Tong Yuan was still using his own blood and energy to nourish Zhang Mu's heart, and asked Zhang Mu with concern.

"Hahaha!"

"Mr. Tong, there's no need to worry. Apart from not having a heartbeat, Mu is basically no different from an ordinary person."

As he spoke, Zhang Mu's eyes fell on his heart, which was pounding in Tong Yuan's palm, and his noodles twitched involuntarily.

To be alive and see your own heart beating vigorously outside...

His experience.

This is probably the only one of its kind, like a scorpion pooping.

"Brother Zhang, I just remembered that Doctor Hua seemed to have mentioned..."

"After you lose your heart, it's best not to use your temper or get into fights with others lightly."

"You'd better stay here and rest for the next three months."

"With our master here, there is no safer place in the world than this."

Zhang Xiu kindly offered a reminder, correcting the flaw in Zhang Mu's statement that he was "no different from ordinary people."

Zhang Xiu, with his impetuous personality, admired strength.

He didn't want to see Zhang Mu, a powerful peer who had taught him the way, fall victim to outsiders because of a temporary weakness.

Although Zhang Ren didn't speak, he nodded in agreement after glancing at his second junior brother who had said those words with surprise.

"Brother Zhang, if there's anything you need to do during this time, just let me know."

Zhang Ren then expressed his opinion.

While his martial arts realm is certainly not as high as Zhang Mu's, with his peak Gathering Qi Realm strength, he is more than capable of resolving most matters as long as he doesn't encounter someone at the Martial Phase Realm.

Am I being treated like a patient?

Hearing Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren speak one after the other, Zhang Mu couldn't help but feel both amused and exasperated.

"Zijin, Gongfu, I appreciate your kindness."

"but."

"You two shouldn't underestimate Mu!"

"Even without using blood and qi martial arts, Mu could easily crush the two of you with a single hand."

Zhang Mu spoke these words with complete confidence, showing no sign of guilt whatsoever.

Since the night of the terracotta warriors' night march, his Ink Aperture Space received the blessing from "He," and was promoted to the Wen Palace Grotto Heaven...

His literary skills have finally caught up with his previous martial arts skills, which he used to fight enemies with.

But before that.

Despite his dual cultivation of both literary and martial arts, in terms of his level of attainment, he has always been in a state of "strong in martial arts and weak in literary arts".

It is precisely because of his "gentle and weak" nature that he does not easily reveal his abilities, and always regards his literary skills as a surprise killing move.

after all.

Who would have thought that a brute who would fight with a knife would suddenly pick up a needle and start embroidering flowers?

Tan Shihuai was one of those people who opened his heart to him back then.

Caught off guard, he was bewildered by the blood avatar created by him, which combined literary and martial arts with Taoist techniques, and was killed on their very first meeting.

As for now...

Zhang Mu thought of the figures preaching in the pavilions and towers of the Wengong Cave, and his heart was extremely calm.

It wasn't that he was arrogant.

He could casually conjure any of the figures from his literary energy, each possessing the strength to contend with a Martial Realm expert.

If he were to make those figures recite or integrate the masterpieces they wrote in their lifetimes during battle...

Zhang Mu smiled slightly.

He will let the people of this mythical world truly witness just how amazing the swordsman who can "chill out fourteen provinces with a single sword" is!

It will also allow the world to see how vigorous and capable this veteran, who once commanded a million soldiers with a single sword, truly is.

Who told him to have the cultural heritage of his previous life spanning nearly three thousand years in his mind!

The literary prowess of others...

It could be the Confucian ideal of righteousness!

It could be a ghostly, eerie place!

It could be a life-changing destiny like that of Hua Tuo!

It could also be controlling thunder, manipulating earth, fire, water, and wind, connecting mountains and dragon veins, and uniting the fortunes of all the feudal lords...

And what about his literary and artistic supernatural abilities as a time traveler?

Using literary talent as a starting point, let's learn about the sages and saints of the past.

If Zhang Muruo wanted to...

He could immediately manifest his literary energy, causing a sage-like figure surnamed Luo to emerge from his literary palace.

In front of everyone, he recited the poem: "Blood stains his battle robe, revealing crimson armor; at Dangyang, who dares to challenge him? Throughout history, only Zhao Zilong of Changshan has charged into battle to protect his lord in peril..."

A tiger general with the strength of the Martial Phase Realm has appeared in the world.

then.

Let the two brothers, Zhang Xiu and Zhang Ren, experience firsthand the unparalleled prowess of their junior brother, Zhao Yun, who had achieved mastery of martial arts in another world.

After acknowledging Zhang Ren and Zhang Xiu's concerns, Zhang Mu turned his attention back to Hua Tuo.

His heart has been given.

Now it's up to Hua Tuo to implant it into Lü Bu's body.

"Xionfu!"

Hua Tuo looked at Tong Yuan in the arena.

"The only source of the seed has been given to Gongzhi. When I cut open the patient's heart later, I will need you to help him by using your own blood and energy to sustain his life."

"During this process, I will take the opportunity to instill a sense of justice into him."

"I understand," Tong Yuan replied.

Tong Yuan walked to the bedside, using one hand to maintain the activity of Zhang Mu's heart with his qi and blood, while the other hand was already placed on Lü Bu's body.

Hua Tuo did not hesitate.

Under Zhang Mu's gaze, Hua Tuo's right hand, which had just removed his heart, once again glowed with a luminous green light.

Perhaps because of his previous experience, Hua Tuo's process of taking Lü Bu's heart was extremely smooth.

In a short while, Zhang Mu saw Hua Tuo holding a dark heart in his palm.

That's not the color a normal heart should have.

The most terrifying thing is...

On the surface of the heart's filthy walls, there were countless cracks, a shocking sight.

"Kongzhi, here you go!"

Hua Tuo glanced disappointedly at the heart he had removed himself, and after determining that there was no possibility of recovery, he threw it directly to Zhang Mu.

Zhang Mu quickly caught it.

He then looked at Lu Bu's heart again and discovered that it had rapidly shriveled up, with strands of black blood seeping from the cracks.

"Zijin, I'm leaving you with this!"

Zhang Mu had no interest in the dead heart that was oozing black blood.

As he handed it to Zhang Xiu, he instructed, "Keep it safe. Take it and pickle it when you have time."

"Wait until your Senior Brother Lü wakes up..."

"I'll boil this heart into a soup and feed it to him. I've heard that the original soup helps digest the original food, so this will help him recover faster."

"If you want to eat it, you can have it cold."

Zhang Xiu: "..."

Is this human language?

Looking at the heart of Lü Bu that Zhang Mu had forcibly stuffed into his hand, he felt like crying but had no tears left.

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