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

The white-robed scholar still hasn't figured out one thing.

How did these two become such close friends, and how did I become such a confidant to these two oddballs?

"Gurgle!"

The rumbling of a hungry stomach occurs at an inopportune moment.

Before the scholar in white could even look, the ten-year-old pageboy, who was waiting behind him and pouring wine for Guo Jia from a wine pot, lowered his head in shame.

Looking at this student whom he had taken in from the Zhuge family three years ago when he passed through Langya County...

The scholar in white smiled and beckoned him to sit down.

"Since you're hungry, sit down and have something to eat!"

"Perfect!"

"While you're eating, let me teach you a lesson."

Upon hearing that the white-robed scholar was going to impart his wisdom, the ten-year-old pageboy disregarded his hunger, sat down, and without even glancing at the food on the long table, sat upright and listened attentively.

Then, the pageboy saw his teacher point to his two senior uncles and say:

"In life, do not emulate Guo Fengxiao; in doing things, do not imitate Xun Wenruo."

"Foolish child!"

"If you were to emulate your Uncle Guo's romantic ways, it's hard to say how many emotional debts you would incur, but your spirit and energy would inevitably be depleted, which would be of no benefit to your literary cultivation."

"And you, Uncle Xun?"

"He may appear to be a humble and refined gentleman, but he is actually rather insincere. If you observe carefully, you will find that your Uncle Xun has not turned a page of the classics for half a day."

Inside the same room, Guo Jia and Xun Yu, upon hearing the white-robed scholar so openly and honestly slander them, silently stopped what they were doing.

Their gazes lingered between the white-robed scholar and the ten-year-old pageboy, remaining silent for a long time.

Why don't you learn from us?

Do you expect me to become a teacher and preach in a brothel? What respectable teacher would take their young students to a brothel to broaden their horizons?

Even Confucius wouldn't have dared to do something so absurd!

Night fell quietly.

Although the wilderness outside Yanmen County was still stained with the crimson blood of enemy corpses, the stench of blood in the air had long since dissipated with a gust of wind after Guo Qun lightly waved his sleeve during the day.

The moonlight and the bonfires on the city walls shone brightly, and apart from the long howls of wolves that seemed to come from nowhere, all that could be heard were the cheers and laughter of the Han soldiers after their great battle.

Zhang Mu was not involved.

Rather than loving his soldiers like his own children, he only needed to lead them to victory after victory.

The General's Residence.

The imperial court built mansions specifically for martial arts experts, and these mansions were set up in every prefecture and county throughout the country.

Among them, the strength of the town generals is at least at the Gathering Qi Realm, and some important cities also have Martial Xiang Realm experts stationed there.

If no one in a prefecture or county reaches the minimum standard of the Gathering Qi Realm, the imperial court would rather leave the position vacant than use it for other purposes, in order to show respect for the generals of each prefecture and county.

As the sole garrison commander of Yanmen County, Zhang Mu naturally had his own garrison commander's residence.

In the dimly lit room, Zhang Mu did not light a candle, but sat quietly by the window, recalling the details of his conversation with Prefect Guo Qun during the day.

talent?

Looking back at the answer he gave at the time, Zhang Mu himself couldn't believe it.

If it's not because of talent, then what is it?

What exactly caused him to avoid the same breakthrough obstacles as his brother Zhang Liao, who reached the Martial Prime realm directly, and to achieve a different level from the three half-breakthrough methods mentioned by Guo Qun?

A cheat code? A system hack?

Zhang Mu can be certain of this.

He has been in this world for over twenty years, yet he hasn't seen a trace of it.

"call!"

"After much thought, there's only one explanation left: the identity of a time traveler."

"Having lived two lives not only made his mental capacity far surpass that of ordinary people, but he also subtly possessed... well, to put it more mysteriously, the destiny and fortune of his previous life."

"After all, it's common knowledge..."

"Those chosen to travel through time are inherently blessed with great fortune and destiny. If they cannot withstand such fortune and destiny, the clump of minced meat stuck to the front and under the wheels of the dump truck will be the answer."

After finally finding an explanation that he could accept, Zhang Mu felt a sense of clarity.

Recalling his conversation with Guo Qun during the day, Zhang Mu slapped his thigh, his expression filled with endless regret and remorse.

Damn!

After he uttered the word "talent" back then, he should have added, "If Heaven had not given birth to Zhang Gongzhi, the martial arts world would have been shrouded in eternal darkness."

No matter what!

What a pity!

How come he didn't think of that!

"Brother, why don't you light a candle?"

Zhang Liao appeared outside the window, craning his neck to look into the room.

Actually, he had arrived a long time ago.

Seeing that his elder brother Zhang Mu was too engrossed in thinking, he did not interrupt rashly. Only after seeing Zhang Mu slap his thigh and come back to his senses did he speak at the right time.

"What's the difference between clicking and not clicking?"

"At my level, there is little difference between day and night."

The ability to see in the dark is one of the basic abilities that all powerful individuals who have reached the Martial Phase Realm can master.

As powerful as he is, he can not only spot a pair of shameless wild rabbits several miles away in the dark, but also see through the illusions set up by ordinary Taoist sorcerers at a glance.

Zhang Mu didn't dwell on whether or not to light the candles with Zhang Liao. Looking at his second brother, who was dressed in casual clothes, he directly stated his plan.

"Wen Yuan!"

"Go back to your room and change into your armor later. Then come with me to the ruins of Wuyuan County in the northwest."

"remember!"

"Once we get there, if my brother and Lu Bu start fighting..."

"If I tell you to leave, then leave immediately without hesitation."

Zhang Mu solemnly instructed Zhang Liao, emphasizing that he had made the worst-case scenario preparations.

He had no choice but to be so cautious.

Because in the few times he encountered Lü Bu, he didn't even exchange a single word, as the name suggests.

It's not that he doesn't want to.

Rather, Lü Bu's solitary confinement on those ruins was an outward manifestation of his isolation from the world.

As fellow powerful individuals, he had previously respected Lü Bu's choice and had no intention of offending or disturbing him.

If it weren't for Zhang Liao's breakthrough...

He will not even entertain the thought of going to the ruins of Wuyuan County tonight.

Zhang Liao realized the seriousness of the matter from Zhang Mu's words and actions, and his heart suddenly tightened.

"Brother, do you suspect that Lu Bu might be controlled by demonic forces, and you're afraid...?"

"Scared? How could I be?!"

Zhang Mu sneered, categorically denying Zhang Liao's conjecture.

Before he time-traveled, he dared to go to Beijing listening to Wang Feng's "Beijing Beijing," to Chengdu listening to Zhao Lei's "Chengdu," and to Harbin listening to Gao Jin's "Snowy Harbin." Even Tengger's "Paradise," which most people didn't dare to listen to...

He listened to it on repeat several times when he was over twenty years old.

In this situation, do you think he would be afraid?

Looking at his second brother Zhang Liao, who showed him absolutely no trust, Zhang Mu spoke softly, "Wen Yuan!"

"I am not afraid of Lu Bu."

"What I'm afraid of is that if we start fighting, and things get out of hand, the aftershocks of the fight might kill you!"

"Ten years ago, Lu Bu had already reached the Martial Phase Realm. During that time, he may have been troubled by the demonic nature within him, but do you think his strength wouldn't have increased at all in those ten years?"

A whitewashed person is three parts weaker, while a blackened person is twice as strong.

This statement is an eternal truth, applicable anytime and anywhere.

Lu Bu's tragic fate, if placed in the fantasy novels Zhang Mu read in his previous life, would be considered as a way to hone one's foundation for cultivation.

Who wouldn't be terrified of facing a Lu Bu like this?

Zhang Mu believed from the bottom of his heart that no amount of caution was excessive.

"So, brother..."

"You mean, your current strength isn't just at the initial stage of the Martial Phase Realm, but that you have the confidence to directly clash with a powerhouse like Lü Bu?"

After hearing Zhang Mu's explanation, Zhang Liao's eyes lit up.

really.

His good elder brother was hiding his true strength, even from his own brother.

"Wen Yuan, is this what you're focusing on?"

Zhang Mu was speechless at Zhang Liao's words, so he raised his hand and flicked Zhang Liao on the head.

Ignoring Zhang Liao's aggrieved expression, he laughed and scolded, "If I tell you to go prepare, then hurry up and go. Stop dawdling like an old woman."

"A quarter of an hour later."

"I'll be waiting for you at the west gate of the county town."

Zhang Liao did not keep Zhang Mu waiting outside the city for long. Soon after, he appeared before Zhang Mu riding a magnificent warhorse.

then……

Under Zhang Liao's disappointed gaze, the magnificent steed that had been holding its head high with high spirits when it encountered other Han soldiers before leaving the city almost drooped to the ground when it saw its brother, with its tail tucked between its legs.

Zhang Mu glanced at his brother's fine steed, but there was no trace of envy on his face.

Having reached his level of martial arts mastery...

Even the speed of a thoroughbred horse is nowhere near as fast as his two legs running.

In a battle, even the most extraordinary and magnificent steed could be shaken to death by the recoil force generated when he clashed with a powerful opponent.

The only mounts that can match him are extremely rare and exotic beasts in this world.

Examples of such creatures include Xiang Yu's steed, the Dragon-Scaled Black Steed, and the Moon-Treading Dragon Steed, bestowed upon him by Emperor Wu by the Marquis of Champion.

but.

Such beings are far too rare.

Even someone as powerful as Zhang Gongzhi has never had the chance to meet him.

"Wen Yuan, with your brother here, why would I need to ride that broken horse of yours that tucks its tail between its legs at the sight of people?"

Without even consulting Zhang Liao's opinion, Zhang Mu grabbed Zhang Liao's shoulder and flung him behind him as he levitated into the air.

"Hold on tight, or I won't be there for you if you fall!"

"Sing!"

A dragon's roar resounded.

Before Zhang Liao could fall to the ground, Zhang Mu's blood energy had already condensed into a nine-zhang-long true dragon in the air. With a flick of its tail, the dragon carried Zhang Mu and Zhang Liao straight towards the ruins of Wuyuan County.

Qi and blood transform into dragons, and one rides the dragon.

Like night vision, it is simply a simple application of the ultimate control over qi and blood achieved at the Martial Aspect Realm level.

Zhang Liao stepped onto the Qi and Blood True Dragon, looking down at the scenery flying past below, his face filled with extreme envy.

Is this the power of the Martial Realm?

Although he, at the peak of the Gathering Qi Realm, could condense blood energy into a certain form, it was nothing short of a pipe dream for him to do it as effortlessly as his elder brother.

In a short time.

Zhang Liao's desire to break through to the Martial Prime Realm grew increasingly urgent.