High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Chen Yuan sat cross-legged outside the cultivation tower, preparing to close his eyes and comprehend the origin of metal.

Suddenly, he stopped.

wrong.

He opened his eyes, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"What the hell am I supposed to do, shut myself away?"

He's a man with a system at his disposal.

Who knows, next month when you sign in, you might just get a "Ultimate Understanding of the Origin of Gold".

When the time comes, things will fall into place naturally, and you can directly break through to the True God Realm. Wouldn't that be better than sitting here in vain?

Moreover, the alien crisis has now been resolved, and the planet Earth is at peace, so there is no need to race against time to improve strength as before.

With this free time, wouldn't it be better to go to the brothels in Luoyang and listen to music?

Chen Yuan stood up in an instant.

He looked up at the sky; it was clear and sunny.

A pretty little face suddenly appeared in my mind.

Lin Mengyao.

She's a little girl who's practically his disciple.

He hadn't personally taught this person for quite some time since the Heavenly Cave Uprising.

Even when she came to the mansion to find him, she asked Chen Tianling to give her directions.

Now that I finally have some free time, it's time to enjoy the feeling of being a teacher.

Chen Yuan picked up the Holy Venerable Token, preparing to send a message to Lin Mengyao asking her to come over.

My finger hovered above the screen and then stopped.

"Since I'm just idling around anyway, I might as well go by myself."

"You can also experience the campus style of Luoyang Wuhan University."

A slight upturn of his lips revealed a smile of considerable interest.

"Let's keep a low profile this time and celebrate with the people."

Using divine sense, they located Chen Tianling, who was cultivating in the mansion.

"Tianling, go prepare the car."

"Drive the cheapest one in the garage."

Chen Tianling was stunned for a moment upon receiving the order.

Is the boss going out?

Do we still need to take a car?

With the eldest brother's peak Martial God cultivation, going anywhere is just a matter of a thought, isn't it?

Why did I suddenly become interested in taking a car ride?

But he didn't ask any further questions and immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"Yes, boss!"

After a while.

Three cars slowly drove into the center of the courtyard in front of the Holy Venerable's Mansion.

Leading the way was a jet-black extended luxury car with sleek lines that gleamed with understated luxury in the sunlight.

The pure gold emblem on the front of the car comes from a century-old handcrafted custom car workshop in Western Europe, and only three of these cars are produced worldwide.

Two escort vehicles of the same specifications followed behind, flanking the extended luxury car in the middle.

Chen Yi and Chen Shi, dressed in black suits, stood respectfully on either side of the car.

Chen Tianling got out of the driver's seat and opened the back door for Chen Yuan.

"Boss, please get in the car."

Chen Yuan walked over from the direction of the cultivation tower and glanced at the three extremely flashy luxury cars.

His lips twitched slightly.

"Tianling, didn't I tell you to drive the cheapest one in the garage?"

"Is there some mistake?"

Chen Tianling scratched his head, looking completely innocent.

"Boss, this is the cheapest one in our garage."

"It's worth less than 100 million Daxia coins."

"If you'd like to lower the specifications a bit further, I can expedite the purchase of one right now. Would you like that?"

Chen Yuan remained silent for a second.

Less than 100 million.

The cheapest one.

He glanced at Chen Tianling's serious expression and knew that this guy wasn't in Versailles.

The cars in the Saintly Palace garage are definitely not cheap.

"Fine, that'll do."

Chen Yuan, who couldn't keep a low profile even if she wanted to, got into the car.

Chen Tianling closed the car door and returned to the driver's seat.

Chen Yi and Chen Shi boarded the two escort vehicles, one in front and one behind.

Steward Zhao strode to the gate, personally opened the gate of the mansion, and bowed respectfully.

"Respectfully seeing the gentleman off at his residence."

Three luxury cars slowly drove out of the Holy Venerable Mansion and headed towards Luodu Martial Arts University.

After leaving the Longyuan Mountain area, the vehicles merged into the main road of Luodu City.

Three limited-edition luxury cars, as black as ink, stood out conspicuously in the traffic.

The surrounding drivers all turned to look, their eyes filled with envy and curiosity.

"Which martial arts family's young master is traveling in three limited edition cars? This is quite a show of power."

"He's probably a direct descendant of one of the nine great families; an ordinary person couldn't afford a car wheel in their entire life."

"Maybe he's from some wealthy and powerful family. Tsk tsk, it's good to be rich."

"..."

No one suspected Chen Yuan.

After all, everyone knows that the way the National Guardian God, Master Chen, travels is by riding the nine-hundred-meter-long divine beast, Shadow.

A purple behemoth that blots out the sky—that's what's truly impressive.

Taking a car? That's too low-key, not befitting of Chen Shenzun's status.

inside the car.

Chen Yuan leaned back in the leather seat and closed his eyes to rest.

Chen Tianling gripped the steering wheel with both hands; his early-stage Martial God cultivation level allowed him to control the vehicle to its fullest extent.

Accelerating, changing lanes, overtaking—all were executed with fluid grace, the car as stable as if it were glued to the ground.

It was incredibly fast, yet you couldn't feel any bumps at all.

Just then.

A piercing engine roar came from behind.

A bright red, limited-edition supercar caught up from behind and drove alongside Chen Yuan's convoy.

The supercar window rolled down, revealing a young and flamboyant face.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with silver-white hair, wearing sunglasses, and an arrogant smile on his lips.

Lian Zi'ang, the eldest son of the Lian family, a first-class martial arts family in Luodu City.

His father, Lian Tianxiong, had a son late in life and doted on him immensely. He would give him anything he wanted, even the moon, and would practically pluck it off for him to kick around like a ball.

This fostered Lian Zi'ang's arrogant and dissolute nature, causing him to run rampant in Luoyang and disregard everyone.

Lian Ziang glanced at Chen Yuan's convoy.

The three black luxury cars, although limited editions, had a low-key and understated style, without any flashy features.

In his opinion, this is a car that only "old-fashioned" people would drive.

He scoffed, "Is this something you'd use to open up museum artifacts?"

"It was pitch black, like a hearse."

He then patted his driver on the shoulder.

"Pass it, don't drive alongside that tasteless car, I can't afford to lose face like that."

The driver was a middle-aged man, also a peak Grand Martial Master. He glanced at the license plates of the three luxury cars and his pupils contracted slightly.

"Young Master, the license plates on those cars are unusual. Perhaps we should..."

"What are you afraid of?"

Lian Zi'ang interrupted him impatiently.

"In Luoyang, besides those few untouchable companies, is there any car that I, Lian Zi'ang, dare not overtake?"

"Are you quitting? Hurry up and get it over with!"

The driver had no choice but to step on the gas.

The crimson supercar roared even louder and sped off, overtaking Chen Yuan's convoy.

Then he deliberately cut in front of Chen Yuan's car and suddenly braked.

Chen Tianling didn't even frown. He lightly turned the steering wheel, and the car smoothly changed lanes, continuing to drive steadily.

Seeing that the other party did not react, Lian Zi'ang became even more enthusiastic.

He then instructed the driver to chase after them, weaving left and right in front of Chen Yuan's convoy.

He even stuck his hand out of the car window and gave a thumbs-down gesture to the back.

Chen Yi, inside the escort vehicle, turned cold upon seeing this scene.

Communicate using divine sense.

"Commander, should we take action?"

Chen Tianling's voice came through the walkie-talkie, his tone calm.

Ignore it.

"Just a spoiled brat."

Chen Yi responded and then fell silent.

Seeing that the other party remained unresponsive, Lian Zi'ang became increasingly unscrupulous.

He instructed the driver to park the car across the middle of the road, completely blocking the entire lane.

Then he opened the car door and got out, arms crossed, chin held high.

"Hey everyone on the bus, why don't you get off and let's talk?"

"In Luoyang, no one dares to make Lian Ziang eat exhaust fumes."

Chen Tianling got out of the driver's seat.

His tenth-tier battle armor transformed into a black suit, making him tall and imposing with a cold and aloof demeanor.

Lian Ziang looked him up and down, but didn't recognize him at first.

"Wow, that's pretty stylish."

"Who are you from? Tell me your name, let me hear it."

Chen Tianling glanced at him.

His gaze was as calm as if he were looking at a stone on the side of the road.

Just then, Lian Ziang suddenly felt that Chen Tianling looked very familiar.

He recognized her after less than half a second of stunned silence.

His pupils suddenly contracted!

Even the most spoiled brat knows he's messed with someone he shouldn't have!

Commander of the guards of Chen Sizhu, the God of the Nation!

Like Chief Chen, he also possesses the powerful cultivation level of a Martial God!

Not to mention his father, Lian Tianxiong, even the strongest ancestor of the Lian family was only at the late stage of Martial Venerable.

They're not even worthy of carrying Chen Tianling's shoes!

Lian Ziang's legs began to tremble, and his sunglasses slipped off his nose and fell to the ground.

"You...you are...?"

His voice was trembling.

Chen Tianling didn't answer him, and didn't even bother to release his oppressive aura, afraid of accidentally crushing this ant.

He glanced down at Lian Zi'ang.

"You drove very well, be more careful in your next life."

After saying that, he turned and got into the car.

The car door closed.

The three luxury cars bypassed the bright red supercar blocking the middle of the road and continued driving towards Luodu Martial Arts University.

Lian Ziang stood there blankly, watching the three cars disappear into the traffic.

His legs buckled, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

His face was as pale as paper.

Behind him, the driver walked over shakily.

"Young Master, we... it seems we've gotten into trouble."

Lian Ziang's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

It's remarkable that this powerful figure at the Martial God realm could personally act as his driver.

He dared not think about who was in the car.

But there was one thing he was very clear about.

The Lian family is finished.

Because of one reckless speeding incident on the road, he's finished.

In the car

Chen Yuan remained leaning back in his chair, eyes closed, resting, his posture unchanged, his breathing steady and long.

It was as if the farce that had just happened was nothing more than a passing breeze.

But to be honest.

He never expected to encounter such a classic scene that often appeared in novels from his previous life.

A spoiled brat blocked the road and provoked someone, then was casually run over and killed.

He had seen this kind of plot on his phone at least a hundred times before, and every time he thought it was a bit melodramatic.

But when it actually happens to you.

Looking back on this kind of thing now, given his current status and position, he actually finds it quite interesting.

It wasn't anger or smugness, but rather a kind of spectator's amusement.

Like watching a play.

Chen Yuan's lips twitched slightly as he muttered to himself.

"I should have gotten out of the car myself."

"I've never experienced what it feels like to be a braggart only to be slapped in the face..."

Sitting in the driver's seat, Chen Tianling glanced at his boss through the rearview mirror.

Seeing that the boss made no comment, neither saying he would pursue the matter nor that he would let it go, he looked away.

Chen Tianling raised his wrist and tapped the communication ring.

I sent a message to a minister in the Dragon Martial Division.

The message was very short, just one line.

"Investigate the Lian family."

send.

Then lower your wrists, grip the steering wheel again with both hands, and continue driving smoothly.

The three luxury cars continued towards Luodu Wuda and disappeared into the end of the traffic.

Only Lian Zi'ang remained kneeling in the middle of the road, like a stone sculpture.