High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Headquarters of the Dragon Martial Bureau, in front of the national treasury.

Chen Yuan's clone put the last batch of pills into a jade bottle and casually handed it to the resource department officer who was waiting nearby.

Then he stood up and dusted off non-existent dust from his body.

The alchemy, which had lasted for several weeks, finally came to an end.

Thousands of jade bottles were stacked on the square, densely packed and neatly arranged.

The lowest grade is the seventh-grade top-level pill, the highest grade is the ninth-grade top-level pill, and there are countless eighth-grade pills.

The people in the resources department are working like crazy.

Zhao Tieshan led dozens of people, counting, classifying, registering, and storing everything, keeping them extremely busy.

Chen Yuan's clone ignored all of this.

He raised his hand and put the Creation Cauldron into his spatial ring, then picked out all the pills that could help improve his cultivation.

Bring along everything that can accelerate your cultivation.

The rest will be left to the national treasury.

"The rest is up to you."

The clone left a message for Zhao Tieshan and then vanished in a flash.

Before Zhao Tieshan could even reply, the person in front of him was gone.

He paused for a second.

Then they continued to focus on counting.

got used to.

......

Longyuan Mountain, the Holy Venerable's Residence.

Chen Yuan's clone appeared out of thin air in the front yard.

The shadowy creature was lying on the bluestone slab basking in the sun when it saw its clone return, and its tail immediately started wagging.

Shadow Blade was crouching to the side, giving Ming Sha a "lesson".

This has become his daily routine, something he does even more diligently than his spiritual practice.

Because now he's finally no longer at the bottom of Chen Yuan's little gang!

Ming Sha squatted on the opposite side with a look of utter despair.

His vertical pupils were half-open and half-closed.

Chen Yuan's clone did not linger and went straight to the cultivation tower on the island in the lake in the backyard.

The ninth floor of the cultivation tower.

The main body sat cross-legged in the center of the spirit-gathering array, and the primordial divine crystal between its hands had shrunk by one size.

Pale golden light shone through his fingers, illuminating the entire tower as if it were daytime.

Chen Yuan's clone pushed open the door and sat down cross-legged in front of his main body.

The two were face to face.

The same face, the same aura.

Chen Yuan's clone raised his hand and waved, and hundreds of jade bottles flew out from the spatial ring, landing neatly beside his main body.

They are all auxiliary pills that enhance cultivation, with the lowest grade being the top-tier eighth grade.

The main body opened its eyes.

He glanced at the jade bottles and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Enough to last for a while."

The clone then departed, while the main body closed its eyes and continued to circulate its energy.

The training tower fell silent.

......

at the same time.

America.

A large underground retreat room within a fortified defense line.

Smith sat in a chair with a cup of coffee that had gone cold on the table in front of him.

He held a communication ring in his hand, and on the screen was a newly received intelligence report.

The Second Elder of the Dragon Martial Division of the Great Xia Kingdom has broken through to the peak of Martial Saint.

The Third Elder broke through to the peak of Martial Saint.

The intelligence was very brief, without even a specific time.

But every word was like a knife, stabbing deeply into his chest.

"Two more have appeared..."

Smith muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

Previously, the Great Xia Kingdom only had one Zhou Qing at the peak of Martial Saint, but now there are two more.

Three peak Martial Saints.

And what about the Kingdom of Amelica? Only him.

He barely managed to break through thanks to the Dark Source Crystal given to him by the alien race.

He tossed the communication ring onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The dark seed in my mind floated silently, emitting a faint ripple.

He could sense its presence, but there was nothing he could do about it.

When a Martial Saint at the peak approaches it, it's like a drop of water near a flame—it's instantly evaporated.

Smith closed his eyes and a thought popped into his mind.

What if he hadn't accepted the alien's "kindness" in the first place?

What if he took those resources to Chen Yuan and exchanged them for a Breakthrough Pill at a huge cost?

With Chen Yuan's alchemy skills...

Refining a ninth-order breakthrough pill was just a side job.

The Second and Third Elders of the Dragon Martial Division of the Great Xia Kingdom are the best examples.

The pills arrived a few days after the materials were delivered.

Clean and tidy, with no hidden tricks.

And what about him?

He absorbed the alien race's dark source crystal and broke through to the next level, but a time bomb was planted in his mind.

He had no idea when the explosion would happen or what would happen afterward.

Taking such a huge risk to achieve the same level as others.

This deal was a huge loss.

Smith's fist clenched involuntarily, his knuckles cracking.

"Hold."

He squeezed the word out through clenched teeth, then abruptly stood up.

This can't go on any longer.

He needs to find a way to regain the initiative.

At least... we need more!

Smith raised his hand and waved.

A surge of powerful spiritual energy erupted from within him, covering the walls of the meditation room layer upon layer.

Soundproof, spiritual barrier, barrier against all possible prying.

After confirming that there were no blind spots, he took out the dusty stone from his spatial ring.

The Two Boundaries Stone.

It's about the size of a fingernail, with densely engraved lines on the surface, and it feels warm to the touch.

Smith hesitated for two seconds, holding the stone.

Then, following the method taught to him by the alien race, he slowly infused spiritual power into it.

The stone's veins became visible.

A familiar, chilling aura seeped from within the stone, permeating the air of the meditation room.

The lights on the walls seemed to have dimmed a bit.

A few seconds later.

The hoarse, deep voice came from the stone.

"Holy Lord Smith".

His tone carried a hint of surprise and a touch of amusement.

"It's rare for someone to contact me first. So, have you made a choice?"

Before Smith could speak, the other person added another sentence.

His voice remained unhurried, but the threat in his words was undisguised.

"But I must remind you, your time is running out. Has that seed grown a little more recently?"

Smith's expression changed slightly.

They've definitely grown up.

Just yesterday, when he checked it, he found that the seed was almost twice the size it had been before.

Although it has not yet had a substantial impact on him.

But the feeling of "something slowly swelling in your brain" made him feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy.

He suppressed his frustration and spoke.

Keep your voice as calm as possible.

"Choose a choice? Even if I wanted to choose now, I'd need the ability to do so."

Smith paused, a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

"What you've asked me to do is rebel against the entire Human Alliance, but do you know what the strength of the Great Xia Kingdom is right now? Chen Yuan is a mid-stage Martial God, Zhou Qing is a peak Martial Saint, and just now two more peak Martial Saints were added."

"Three peak Martial Saints, more than twenty Martial Saints, plus Chen Yuan, who is in the mid-stage of Martial God."

"What am I supposed to use to fight back? My head?"

His voice gradually rose.

It's like venting the frustration that's been building up over this period.

"The Dark Source Crystal you gave me did indeed allow me to break through to the peak of Martial Saint, but what can a peak Martial Saint do? I couldn't even withstand a single move from Chen Yuan!"

"If you want me to cooperate with you, that's fine, but our current strength is far from enough."

Smith took a deep breath and revealed his true purpose.

"Provide me with another batch of resources, the kind that will allow me to break through to the half-step Martial God level. Once I reach the half-step Martial God level, I will at least have the ability to protect myself in the face of the Great Xia Kingdom, and then I will be able to do things for you better."

"Otherwise, I won't even be able to live to see the day you arrive, so what cooperation can we talk about?"

The words fell.

The meditation room fell silent for a moment.

Then that hoarse voice rang out again, with a faint hint of laughter.

"Holy Lord Smith, you really are... insatiable."

The voice was neither hurried nor slow.

It's like teasing a disobedient pet.

"However, I like it."

Smith's heart sank slightly.

The other party agreed too readily, which made him uneasy.

really.

The alien's next sentence took a different turn.

"However, Lord Smith, there is one thing you must understand."

"We've already shown our sincerity. That Dark Source Crystal helped you break through to the peak of Martial Saint, that's a real benefit, you admit it, right?"

Smith remained silent.

He couldn't refute what the other person said.

"And you? What have you done for us so far?"

The alien's voice turned colder.

"They absorbed our Dark Source Crystals, broke through their cultivation level, and then what? Just sit there and wait for our next instructions?"

"This isn't cooperation, this is freeloading."

"Holy Lord Smith, cooperation is a two-way street. You want more? Fine."

"But the prerequisite is that you have to show us your value."

"otherwise......"

The alien race didn't finish speaking, but the meaning was already quite clear.

A seed that could "bloom" at any moment is the greatest threat.

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Smith's forehead.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "What do you want me to do?"

The foreign voice softened again, like a patient teacher instructing a student.

"It's very simple."

"In a few days, I will have someone place a batch of resources inside the Heavenly Cave Rift. The quantity is not large, but it is enough for a dozen or so Martial Saints to absorb and break through a minor realm."

"Go in and bring the resources out."

"Distribute them to the other martial saints of your Amelica Kingdom. Of course, it would be even better if they could be distributed to martial saints of other countries."

Smith's pupils contracted sharply upon hearing this.

He instantly understood the other party's intention!

Those resources, like the Dark Source Crystal from back then, must contain energy that can plant seeds deep within consciousness.

Let the martial saints of the Kingdom of Amelica absorb it, and let the martial saints of other countries absorb it.

One by one.

That dark seed was planted in everyone's consciousness!

At that time, the lives of these martial saints will all be in the hands of the alien race.

And Smith was the one responsible for delivering the poison.

"you......"

Smith's voice sounded strained.

"That's too harsh."

The alien race laughed.

The hoarse, grating laughter echoed through the meditation room.

"Ruthless? Lord Smith, is this the first time you've met us?"

"You've eaten the meat yourself, so you can't let your colleagues go without even a sip of soup, can you? Sharing good things is a traditional human virtue, isn't it?"

Smith's face turned pale and then flushed.

He didn't agree immediately, but took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

"I need time to think about it."

The alien was silent for a few seconds, then spoke in a relaxed tone.

"Can."

"But don't wait too long, seeds aren't very patient."

"Oh, by the way, just a reminder."

"That little thing in your head won't stay put forever. If you keep putting off making a decision, it might just make the decision for you."

The words fell.

The chilling aura receded from the Two Worlds Stone, and the patterns on the stone dimmed again.

The meditation room returned to silence.

Smith held the dusty stone, his hand trembling slightly.

He stared at the cup of coffee on the table, now completely cold, and remained silent for a very long time.

He wasn't unaware that the alien race was using him.

But he had no way out.

The seed grew in his mind day by day, like a knife hanging over his head, not knowing when it would fall.

But to ask him to poison other martial arts masters in the country... he can't do it.

Smith leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The seed in my mind floated quietly, emitting a dim, faint light.

outside the window.

The sky over the country of Amelica was overcast, with dark clouds hanging low.

He ultimately chose to wait and see.

He didn't want to completely cut off his escape route until the alien race demonstrated overwhelming superiority.

After all, once you take that step, there's no going back.