High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

After fully digesting the profound meaning of the "Spring of All Things" technique, Chen Yuan opened his eyes and couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.

A divine-level, top-grade healing technique.

The recovery speed is several times faster than before; as long as there is still a breath left, they can be pulled back from the brink of death.

My combat power has clearly improved by a level compared to before I signed in!

Chen Yuan clenched his fist, feeling the immense divine power within his body, and felt extremely exhilarated.

The only thing that made him a little regretful was...

The core quality of the Myriad Manifestations clone has not been upgraded accordingly.

Otherwise, his clone, who was a "local emperor" in Japan, could have benefited from the situation and directly broken through to the Martial God Realm.

Two martial god-level combatants, just thinking about that scene is exhilarating.

"But that's enough."

Chen Yuan shook his head, not dwelling on the matter.

He will use whatever the system gives him; there are no restrictions.

With a thought, five thousand top-grade spirit crystals flew out of his storage space and landed neatly beside him.

Crystal clear and radiant with vitality.

Adding to the high-grade spirit crystals that hadn't been fully absorbed before, the spirit crystals in the backyard had piled up into a small mountain.

"The Spirit Gathering Pearl has been upgraded, increasing my cultivation speed by 30%. I need to hurry."

Chen Yuan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and continued to circulate the Primordial Divine Scripture.

The divine-grade Spirit Gathering Pearl at his waist glowed faintly, and the surrounding spiritual energy and primal power surged toward him at an even faster speed than before.

He aims to break through to the mid-stage of Martial God in one fell swoop!

The backyard fell silent.

Only two World Origin Trees swayed gently in the breeze, their emerald green leaves rustling softly.

The power of origin permeated the air like a thin mist, enveloping Chen Yuan's figure.

......

Time passed day by day.

Chen Yuan secluded himself for cultivation and did not concern himself with external affairs, but someone still had to take care of things within the mansion.

That morning.

Chen Tianling was practicing his martial arts in the front yard when he suddenly received a notification from Zhao Wenyuan.

"Commander Chen, Miss Lin has arrived."

Chen Tianling put away his boxing stance and nodded: "Let her in."

After a while.

Lin Mengyao appeared at the front gate.

The nineteen-year-old girl was tall and slender, and her smart training clothes accentuated her graceful curves.

Her long hair was tied into a ponytail, revealing a delicate face.

She has fair skin and beautiful features.

She exudes youthful energy.

"Brother Tianling!"

Lin Mengyao walked over with a smile, her voice clear and crisp.

Chen Tianling nodded calmly: "You're here? Let's begin."

Lin Mengyao is his current "student".

Before Chen Yuan went into seclusion, he entrusted Lin Mengyao with the task of teaching her.

Although Chen Tianling felt that his teaching level was far inferior to that of his boss.

However, with his mid-stage Martial Saint cultivation and knowledge, teaching a young girl who had recently broken through to the Grandmaster realm was more than enough for him.

"What are we practicing today?" Lin Mengyao flexed her wrists, eager to try.

"First, practice your body movements."

Chen Tianling walked to the center of the courtyard and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Your foundation is already quite solid, but your movement is still too rigid, which makes you vulnerable to agile opponents."

Lin Mengyao listened attentively and nodded repeatedly.

Chen Tianling began to demonstrate, his figure moving like a ghost through the courtyard, leaving behind a series of afterimages.

Lin Mengyao's eyes lit up as she watched and she started to imitate her.

One teaches, the other learns.

Time flies.

During a break, Lin Mengyao sat on a stone bench in the courtyard and took a sip of tea.

But his gaze involuntarily drifted toward the backyard.

It was very quiet there.

Only the occasional soft rustling sound could be heard, like leaves swaying in the wind.

"Is Teacher Chen still in seclusion?" Lin Mengyao asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Chen Tianling nodded: "Boss is trying to break through to the mid-stage of Martial God, it will probably take some more time."

Lin Mengyao said "Oh," her gaze still fixed on the backyard, her eyes filled with admiration.

When Teacher Chen broke through to the Martial God realm, she personally witnessed the golden light that pierced through the heavens and earth from the balcony of her dormitory at Luodu Martial Arts University.

That night, the entire Great Xia Kingdom was in an uproar.

She was more excited than anyone else.

Because the person standing at the top of the blue planet personally taught her.

"Teacher Chen is really amazing..."

Lin Mengyao murmured to herself, her voice so low that only she could hear it.

Chen Tianling glanced at her and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

This little girl's admiration for her boss is practically written all over her face.

"Alright, stop spacing out."

Chen Tianling stood up and clapped his hands.

"Keep practicing. Your movements aren't fluid enough. You need to master this set of footwork today."

Lin Mengyao quickly put down her teacup and stood up.

"Here it comes!"

......

Days passed by like this.

Chen Yuan went into seclusion, Chen Tianling taught Lin Mengyao, the Holy Dragon Guards continued their patrols as usual, and Youying lived a carefree life in the mansion with her Shadow Blade.

Everything was peaceful.

It wasn't until more than half a month later.

A message from across the ocean shattered this tranquility: Saint Smith of the Kingdom of America has broken through to the peak of Martial Saint!

The news spread throughout the entire planet, and the leaders of various powerful forces sent people to offer their congratulations.

Pierre from the Western European Union sent a congratulatory gift, Amir from India sent a congratulatory telegram, and Peter from the North Pole also sent his greetings.

Even the Dragon Martial Division of the Great Xia Kingdom sent a routine congratulatory letter.

In a short time.

The country of America boasts breathtaking scenery.

Major media outlets rushed to report on it, and the public cheered with joy.

The superpower that was once suppressed by the Great Xia Kingdom seems to have regained its former glory.

Although he is still far from being as powerful as the Martial God of the Great Xia Kingdom, a peak Martial Saint is still the second most powerful person on Earth.

"Holy Lord Smith is mighty!"

"The Kingdom of Amelica has risen again!"

"We have a top-tier expert now!"

The cheers from the people and warriors in Amelika grew louder and louder.

But nobody knows.

The man standing under the spotlight, Saint Smith, was not happy at all.

......

In the Kingdom of Amelica, at a meditation room within a large celestial defense line.

Smith sat in a chair, with a long table in front of him covered with congratulatory gifts from all sides.

Jade boxes, crystals, spiritual herbs, elixirs... a dazzling array.

But he didn't even glance at it.

His face was gloomy, his brows were furrowed, his hands were crossed on his knees, and his fingers were unconsciously tapping his knees.

Break through to the peak of Martial Saint.

He had been waiting for this day for countless years.

Logically, he should be happy and laughing.

And open a bottle of the best wine and have a good, hearty drink.

But he couldn't laugh.

Because after the breakthrough, the first thing he did was try to expel the seed from his mind.

The result... was failure.

The divine sense of a peak Martial Saint is several times stronger than before.

But as he approached the seed, the strange fluctuations still caused his consciousness to involuntarily retreat.

It cannot be driven away.

It can only be barely suppressed.

"Damn it..."

Smith gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

He felt like a bird trapped in a cage, thinking he had flown higher, only to find that the cage was still there.

Just then.

Inside the spatial ring, the dusty, two-world stone suddenly trembled.

Smith's body stiffened.

He slowly took the stone out of the ring and held it in his palm.

The stone's internal patterns began to glow as it warmed.

A familiar, chilling aura seeped out from the stone, and then that hoarse, deep voice echoed in his mind.

"Congratulations on breaking through to the peak of Martial Saint, Lord Smith."

His voice was filled with laughter, as if he were congratulating an old friend.

Smith's face darkened further.

He didn't speak.

The alien race didn't seem to care and continued, "How was it? That Dark Source Crystal worked pretty well, didn't it?"

"mean."

Smith coldly uttered two words.

The alien race laughed.

The laughter was hoarse and grating.

"Despicable? My dear Holy One, what makes you say that? I gave you the things for free, I didn't force you to absorb them."

"Whose fault is it that you were greedy?"

Smith's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The alien continued, his tone laced with sarcasm.

"Besides, I really didn't tamper with that crystal in any way. You checked it so many times and didn't find anything, did you?"

"That's the nature of energy itself, something I can't control. Who told you to be so careless?"

Smith's face turned pale and then flushed.

It's impossible for the other party to be unable to control it.

He wanted to refute it but found that what the other party said was indeed true; that crystal really had no backup plan.

The problem is with energy itself.

He just didn't realize it.

"you......"

Smith gritted his teeth.

The alien interrupted him, his tone becoming playful.

"You should understand that everything comes at a price."

"You took my things, so you should pay the corresponding price."

"That's fair, isn't it?"

Smith paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "What exactly do you want?"

The alien smiled.

"I've already said it: cooperation."

"As long as you cooperate with us properly, the conditions we promised you before will still apply."

"Breaking through to the Martial God realm, achieving a transcendent status, ruling a region... none of these will be missing."

"and......"

The alien paused, his tone carrying a hint of seduction.

"Once you've done what you needed to do for us, I'll naturally help you get rid of that seed."

"At that time, you will still be the Holy Sovereign of your Kingdom of Amelica, and the hero who secured the last place of refuge for humankind. No one will know about what happened between us."

Smith did not speak.

But his eyes were darting around.

The alien voice gradually turned cold as it continued, "However, I must warn you, your time is running out."

Smith's pupils contracted slightly: "What do you mean?"

"That seed..."

The alien race spoke slowly.

"It won't stay quietly in your consciousness forever."

"It will grow slowly."

"Growing bigger and bigger..."

"When it grows to a certain size, some very bad things will happen."

Smith's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"What bad thing happened?"

The alien race did not answer directly, but simply smiled.

"You can imagine it for yourself."

What will a seed that grows in your consciousness become when it matures?

"It will take root, it will sprout, it will...take over."

Smith's body stiffened.

occupy.

This word was like a knife piercing his heart.

The alien continued, his tone as casual as if he were talking about the weather: "So I suggest you make a decision as soon as possible."

"Don't rush to answer me now, think about it some more."

"but......"

It paused, a knowing smile playing on its lips.

"Don't think too long, seeds don't wait for anyone."

The words fell.

The chilling aura receded from the Two Worlds Stone, and the stone returned to its dusty, gray appearance.

The meditation room fell silent.

Smith sat motionless in his chair, his hands still trembling.

The dark seed in my mind floated silently, emitting an eerie light.