High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

at the same time.

The message notifications for the high-ranking members of the various member states on the other end of the Holy Order sounded almost simultaneously.

Smith was sitting in his office at the Star Palace headquarters, looking through a compilation of congratulatory telegrams from various countries that day.

He was actually a little uneasy.

In his congratulatory telegram to Alliance Leader Chen, he cautiously mentioned his desire to pay a visit in person.

But he wasn't sure if Leader Chen would agree.

After all, he is now a True God Realm expert.

The pinnacle of existence on the entire planet Earth.

Whether or not they are willing to pay attention to these martial saints depends entirely on their mood.

Just then, the Holy Decree trembled.

He glanced down at it.

It's Alliance Leader Chen's reply!

And it's a single, uniform reply!

Smith's finger hovered over the screen, then suddenly hesitated to tap it.

What if Alliance Leader Chen refuses?

What if Leader Chen thinks he's being too presumptuous?

He gritted his teeth and clicked on the message anyway.

The text on the screen appeared line by line.

Smith's gaze swept from the first line to the last.

Then he was frozen in place, as if by a spell.

The elderly butler, Smith, standing beside him with a full head of white hair, cautiously asked, "Sir, has Chen Zhenshen... responded?"

Smith took a deep breath.

His voice was filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Reply received."

"Not only did Chen Zhenshen agree to meet us, but he also plans to give a sermon... a sermon open to all martial artists in the world."

"The insights gained from each level, from martial arts master to true god, will all be openly taught."

The old butler's mouth was so wide open it could fit a fist.

"Open to all martial artists? That means... anyone can go?"

"right."

Smith stood up.

I paced back and forth in the office several times before I could barely calm myself down.

"Chen Zhenshen's magnanimity is truly admirable."

"This level of insight, most people would keep to themselves for a lifetime... but he's different, he just lays his heart bare and shares it with the whole world."

He picked up the Holy Decree and typed out a reply with both hands.

"By the divine grace of Chen Zhen, Smith will surely arrive on time!"

Sending complete.

He turned to look at the old butler.

"Summon all the Martial Saints of our Kingdom of Amelica. They must arrive in Luodu within a week."

"Not a single one can be missing!"

The old butler nodded quickly.

"Yes, sir!"

Western European Union.

Pierre was sitting in the conference room, discussing with several core martial arts masters how to get closer to Alliance Leader Chen.

The Holy Decree trembled slightly.

He glanced down and sprang up from his chair.

The martial arts masters were startled.

"Mr. Pierre, what's wrong?"

Pierre did not answer.

He read that message over and over again three times.

Then he put down the Holy Decree and took a deep breath.

"Chen Zhenshen is going to preach."

Four words.

The meeting room was completely silent.

Then it exploded with a bang!

"Preaching? Preaching at the level of a true god?"

"My God... such an opportunity has never occurred in the entire history of Earth!"

"Don't get excited, did you hear me clearly? Chen Zhenshen said it's open to all martial artists in the world, regardless of status or cultivation level, even ordinary people can go!"

"Wow...won't this be incredibly competitive?"

Pierre ignored his men's gasps.

He typed a reply with slightly trembling fingers.

"The Western European Union will never forget the great kindness of Chen Zhen."

send.

Then he raised his head and his gaze swept over all the martial saints present.

"Everyone in our Western European Union is going to the sermon a week from now."

"Not just Martial Saints, all martial artists above Martial King level in the alliance who can come, please come."

"This time, we in the Western European Union should seize more opportunities!"

Nanyang Alliance.

Chachai is leading six martial saints, whom Chen Yuan rescued from the Heart-Stealing Demon, in their training at the headquarters of the Nanyang Alliance.

The moment the Holy Decree sounded, all seven people's divine senses swept over it.

next second.

Chachai jumped up directly from the futon.

"Preaching! Chen Mengqiang is going to preach!"

The six martial saints opened their eyes simultaneously.

"Alliance Leader Chen... no, he should be called True God Chen now. Is True God Chen going to preach personally?"

"right!"

Chachai read the message aloud, word by word.

By the end, his voice was trembling.

"No restrictions on identity or cultivation level; ordinary people can participate!"

The six martial saints looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of the oldest martial saints, the oldest, stood up shakily.

"Lord Chachai, I am over seventy years old this year, and I have been stuck at the mid-stage of Martial Saint for decades."

"I thought this was all I was going to do for the rest of my life."

"But what Chen Zhenshen is talking about is his insights into the entire realm from Martial Master to True God... Perhaps after listening to him, I can also advance to a higher level!"

Chachai nodded heavily.

"We'll all go."

"Every single martial saint or above in the Nanyang Alliance is included."

He hesitated for a moment, then added another sentence.

"In addition, the alliance will provide a private jet for any martial artist above the Martial Venerable level who is willing to go."

"This kind of opportunity, if missed, will never come again in a lifetime."

at the same time.

Polar Bear Kingdom, Tianzhu Kingdom, Southern Continent Alliance, Black Continent Alliance, Wasteland Continent Alliance...

All the high-ranking officials of the member states who received Chen Yuan's unified reply were doing the same thing.

Shocked, excited, and then a quick reply.

"Arrive on time!"

"I will never forget Chen Zhen's immense kindness!"

"We will definitely arrive early; we would never dare to be late!"

No one hesitated, and no one made excuses.

No one offered any conditions.

Because everyone knew that this was an opportunity they never dared to dream of!

A True God Realm expert personally delivered a sermon.

It also covers insights into all realms from martial arts master to martial arts god to true god.

This level of public lecture is unheard of, not only on Earth, but even in the history of alien civilizations!

Which strong person doesn't keep their insights tightly guarded?

Let alone teaching it publicly, even direct disciples may not be able to teach it all.

Chen Yuan not only had to speak.

And let everyone in the world listen.

This magnanimity and vision have won the hearts of everyone who received the message!

soon.

The official news department of the Great Xia Kingdom also received the news and issued an official announcement.

The content of the announcement was exactly the same as Chen Yuan's unified reply.

The title consists of only one line of large text.

"The True God of the Nation, Chen Yuan, will be giving a public sermon in one week!"

The announcement details the time, location, and eligibility requirements for the sermon.

The time was set for noon a week later.

The location is on the plain in front of the celestial statue outside Luodu City.

The condition is that there are no conditions.

The announcement ended with an additional sentence.

"This sermon was initiated by Chen Zhenshen on a whim. He seeks no reward, but only to give back to martial artists worldwide. I hope everyone cherishes this opportunity."

As soon as the news came out.

The entire network of the Great Xia Kingdom has exploded again!

This time the bombing was more thorough than the previous ones.

The news of Chen Yuan breaking through to the True God Realm had barely faded when another public sermon followed.

The combination of these two major news stories caused major social media and short video platforms to crash their servers once again.

"Chen Zhenshen is going to preach publicly?! And to everyone in the world?!"

"No restrictions on identity or cultivation level, even ordinary people can go?! Am I reading this right?!"

"You read that right. It's clearly stated in the announcement that there are no requirements."

"My God, Chen Zhenshen's magnanimity is truly beyond words!"

"The insights gained from the entire realm of Martial Master to True God—what does that mean? It's like giving away a complete guide from beginner to max level for free to everyone in the world!"

"The analogy upstairs is good. The journey from martial arts master to true god is just like the journey from novice to max level."

"Chen Zhenshen's vision is even broader than the sky!"

"I bet that many more people on Earth will break through to higher realms in the future, all because of this sermon today!"

The reaction abroad was equally explosive.

America, Western European Union, Polar Bear Kingdom, India, Southeast Asia Union, Black Continent Union, Desert Continent Union...

The official media of all member states reposted the announcement from the Great Xia Kingdom.

On social media, the topic quickly rose to the top three of the trending lists in various countries.

Countless martial arts practitioners posted and commented on the topic.

Some were excited, some were skeptical, and some had already started packing their bags.

In a remote town in Pingzhou.

A young man at the Martial Apprentice level was squatting in his own yard chopping wood.

He was shirtless, his skin tanned dark.

He swung the axe with great force.

His name is Han Xiaoshan, and he just turned sixteen this year.

He was an apprentice at a boxing gym in town.

It's called a boxing gym, but it's really just a makeshift operation run by a novice martial artist.

My master is an old boxing master at the Martial Master level. He is somewhat famous in the town, but he is not even worth mentioning in the entire Northern Cold Continent.

Han Xiaoshan's dream is to break through to the Martial King realm and then venture into the big city.

But with his current conditions, let alone the Martial King realm, he'd be lucky to even reach the Martial Master realm in ages.

Just as he finished chopping the last piece of firewood, a startled cry came from the boxing gym.

"God!"

Han Xiaoshan hurriedly ran into the boxing gym.

The old boxer, with his gray hair, was holding the communication ring, his hands trembling.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The old boxer raised his head, his eyes reddening.

"Xiaoshan, an incredible opportunity has arrived!"

"Lord Chen Yuan, the True God who protects the nation of the Great Xia Kingdom, will be giving a public sermon in Luodu in a week!"

"Insights from all realms, from Martial Master to True God, regardless of cultivation level or status; even ordinary people... even you can listen!"

Han Xiaoshan's axe fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Is the...the true God preaching?"

"Can I go listen?"

"able!"

The old boxer grabbed Han Xiaoshan's shoulder.

He was so excited that his beard was shaking.

"You need to leave now and head to the station to grab a ticket, or it will be too late!"

"This kind of opportunity only comes once in a lifetime. If you miss it, you'll never be able to break through to the Martial King realm!"

Han Xiaoshan came to his senses.

He picked up the axe and threw it on the ground, then grabbed his coat and rushed outside.

"Master, I'm going right now!"

The old boxing master watched his disciple's retreating figure, his eyes filled with both envy and satisfaction.

He can't go.

As I get older, my legs and feet become weak, and my body can no longer withstand the strain.

But Xiaoshan is still young.

He still has a chance.

In a martial arts family in a second-tier city in southern Yizhou.

A girl with a ponytail is adjusting her training clothes in front of the mirror.

Her name is Su Xiaojin, she is seventeen years old and has reached the peak of the Great Martial Master level.

Reaching the peak of the Grand Martial Master level at this age already makes him a top genius among his peers in the same city.

But she wasn't happy.

Because she has been stuck at the peak of the Great Martial Master realm for a whole year.

The spiritual energy in his dantian had clearly reached its limit, but he just couldn't break through the barrier to the Martial King realm.

The family elders analyzed her situation and said that her foundation was not solid enough.

It needs time to be refined.

But she was unwilling to do so.

She works so much harder than others, so why won't God give her a chance to break through?

Just as she was biting her lip and lost in thought, the communication ring suddenly started vibrating wildly.

She looked down.

The messages came from her three best friends at the same time.

"Xiao Jin! Look at the news! Quickly, read the announcement from the Great Xia Kingdom's News Department!"

"Breaking news! Huge news!"

"Chen Zhenshen is going to preach publicly! The key point is, there are no restrictions on identity or cultivation level; you can go too!"

Su Xiaojin was stunned for a moment.

Chen Zhen Shen?

sermon?

She quickly opened the news.

The large red text on the screen instantly caught her eye.

"The True God of the Nation, Chen Yuan, will give a public sermon in a week."

She read the entire announcement in one go.

With each additional line I read, my eyes brightened a little more.

After reading the last line, her fingers, which were gripping the communication ring, were trembling.

It's not fear.

It was excitement.

"Chen Zhenshen will personally preach... He will share his insights at each level..."

"I've been stuck at the peak of the Grand Martial Master realm for a whole year. Maybe after listening to this, I can find a way to break through!"

She took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and rushed out of the room.

"Dad! I want to go to Luodu!"

On a desolate wasteland in the northwest of the Western Regions.

A middle-aged man with a full beard was baking naan bread around a campfire.

His name is Li Tiezhu, and he is a rogue martial artist.

His cultivation level is not high, only at the mid-stage of Martial Master.

But he is already over fifty years old.

At this age, being only at the mid-stage of Martial Master means that one's potential in the martial arts world has been essentially capped.

Li Tiezhu himself knew that this was probably how his life would be.

But he doesn't care.

He continued to practice, meditate, and practice his fists every day as usual.

Even if he couldn't break through, he didn't want to waste his skills.

Several other rogue martial artists dressed similarly sat around the campfire.

They were all friends he met on his journey.

A short, young, independent cultivator was swiping his communication ring when he suddenly shouted.

"My God! Look at this!"

He handed the communication ring to everyone.

The announcement from the Ministry of Information of the Great Xia Kingdom was prominently displayed on the screen.

Li Tiezhu took the communication ring and read it word by word.

An elderly, unaffiliated monk next to him patted him on the shoulder.

"Old Li, haven't you always wanted to break through? This is a golden opportunity! A true god-level expert is personally giving a sermon; after listening, you'll definitely be able to break through to Martial King!"

Li Tiezhu remained silent for a moment.

He suddenly put a naan bread in his mouth, stood up, and began to pack up the tent.

The short, independent cultivator was taken aback for a moment.

"Old Li, what are you doing?"

Li Tiezhu's voice was muffled and low.

"Go to Luoyang."

"But there's still a week left, why are you in such a hurry?"

Li Tiezhu haphazardly stuffed the tent fabric into his backpack.

Then he pointed to his friends, whose faces were flushed red by the campfire, and grinned.

"I need to get a good spot."

Done.

He slung his backpack over his shoulder and strode towards the southeast.

The few independent cultivators around the campfire looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then they both stood up and hurriedly began to pack up the tent.

"Old Li is right, I'll go buy the plane tickets right now!"

"The plane tickets are all sold out! Hurry to the station to grab a ticket!"

"I heard all the hotels in Luodu City are booked out. What if we get there and have nowhere to stay?"

"We have to go, even if we have to sleep on the floor! This is Chen Zhenshen preaching; what's there to be afraid of sleeping on the floor!"

In a seaside villa on the west coast of the country of Amelia.

An elderly man with gray hair was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring blankly at the sea view outside.

His name is William, and he is a mid-stage Martial Saint from the Starry Palace of the Kingdom of America.

He has been stuck at the mid-stage of Martial Saint for over thirty years.

He is almost a hundred years old now.

Although such a lifespan is only considered to be in his prime for a Martial Saint, he knows that if things continue like this, he may never break through to the late stage of Martial Saint before he dies.

Just as he was lost in thought, the communication ring vibrated.

He glanced down at it.

It was a message sent personally by Smith.

"Teacher William, Chen Zhenshen will be giving a sermon in Luodu in a week. All the Martial Saints of Xingyao Palace must attend. Please be sure to depart on time."

William's eyes flickered.

The true God preaches.

Without even hesitation, he replied, "I'll set off today."

The Great Xia Kingdom.

Outside Luodu City.

The statue of the celestial deity stands majestically on the plain.

The towering, dark gold statue shone faintly in the morning light.

The vast plain at the foot of the statue is now bustling with activity.

Although there is still a full week before the sermon officially begins.

However, many martial artists had already arrived at the scene ahead of time.

The first to arrive were the local martial artists from Luodu.

Next came the martial artists from the surrounding states.

Then there are the martial artists who are further away.

Some rode bicycles, some took cars, and some even walked thousands of miles.

The first thing to do after arriving on the plains was not to rest.

Instead, they quickly chose a seat near the front.

Some people laid straw mats on the ground, some set up small stools, and some even erected simple tents.

The dense crowd started from the feet of the statue and spread outwards in concentric circles.

"Brother, can I have your spot? I'll give you a hundred mid-grade spirit crystals!"

"You think you can buy this position for a hundred mid-grade spirit crystals? Dream on!"

"I have some empty space next to me. Someone can squeeze in and sit down. 1000 low-grade spirit crystals. Anyone want it?"

"Me! Me! Thank you so much, brother!"

The martial arts officers from the Patrol Division arrived early to maintain order.

Gu Zhen'an personally led the team to set up a cordon around the perimeter of the plain.

But his men all looked miserable.

"Director, there are too many people, we can't stop them at all."

"What are you doing blocking us? Who gave you permission to block us?"

Gu Zhenan glared at him.

"The purpose of the cordon is to guide, not to obstruct."

"Chen Zhenshen said anyone can come, and you're trying to kick them out? Don't you want your skin anymore?"

The subordinate shrank back and dared not utter a sound.

But inwardly, he groaned.

There are just too many people.

It was even more exaggerated than the situations he had faced in previous emergency situations.

In less than a day, tens of thousands of people have already arrived.

There are still six days left.

How many people will there be then?

One million or ten million?

He himself couldn't figure it out.

Night slowly fell.

Bonfires were lit one after another on the plain.

Warriors from all over the world sat on the ground, chatting around the campfire.

Some people took out dry food to share with the strangers around them, some shared their cultivation experiences, and some excitedly guessed what it would be like when Chen Zhenshen preached.

A young martial artist from the Nanyang Alliance was so excited that his face turned red.

"I never imagined in my life I would hear the true God preach in person. I could brag about it for the rest of my life!"

An elderly martial artist from Luodu patted him on the shoulder.

"Whether you can understand what you hear is up to you."

The young martial artist nodded emphatically.

Hotels in Luodu City were fully booked on the day the announcement was released.

Even the farmhouses at the foot of Longyuan Mountain were filled with martial artists from various states.

Some people, unable to find a place to stay, simply lived on the plains.

They huddled around the campfire, blankets in hand, their eyes sparkling with anticipation for the grand event a week later.