High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

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Longyuan Mountain, the Holy Venerable's Residence.

Just as Chen Yuan's figure appeared in the backyard, a purple shadow darted over, moving as fast as lightning.

The shadow shrank to two meters in size and circled Chen Yuan several times, running on all four legs, making Chen Yuan a little dizzy.

The little nose sniffed hard.

Then, he smelled a scent on Chen Yuan that didn't belong to him.

His little eyes suddenly lit up.

Raise your head.

Her small eyes were gleaming with gossip.

"Boss, boss!"

"Why do you smell like that girl from the Lin family?"

Were you with her just now?

The shadowy voice carried an excited tone, as if to say, "I've caught you!"

Chen Yuan remained unfazed.

He reached out and flicked the shadow's head.

A crisp "snap" sound.

"Children shouldn't ask too many questions."

Youying covered her forehead, her small eyes filled with grievance.

"I'm a god now! I'm not a child anymore!"

Just then.

Chen Tianling, who seemed to see through everything, suddenly appeared from afar.

He glanced at Youying calmly, then looked at Chen Yuan and nodded slightly.

Then he reached out and grabbed Youying.

No, it wasn't that we pulled it, it was that we grabbed its tail.

He held the shadow's tail in his hand, unable to move.

"The boss just finished his work, don't disturb his rest."

Chen Tianling's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable tone.

The shadowy creature was dragged away by Chen Tianling by its tail, its four legs leaving several marks on the ground and a series of shallow claw marks on the bluestone slab.

"Tianling, let me go! I need to get this straight!"

"Why are you asking? Come with me to cultivate."

"I don't practice cultivation! I want to gossip!"

"Ouch... let go, let go, it hurts! I'll go with you, okay?!"

"If you pull my cool tail again, I'll bite you!"

The shadowy voice grew fainter and fainter until it disappeared in the direction of the cultivation tower.

Chen Yuan watched as the shadowy figure was dragged away.

He smiled and shook his head.

This little thing loves gossip so much, and it has a pretty keen nose.

.........

The news that Chen Yuan, the Supreme Martial Ancestor, would be giving a sermon soon spread.

This news was released simultaneously through various official channels.

The news department of the Great Xia Kingdom, the Longwu Division's bulletin board, and the official media of each member state.

The headline was even more shocking than the last one.

"Before his departure, the Supreme Martial Ancestor gave a sermon, imparting all his knowledge of martial arts, alchemy, formations, and weapon forging without reservation!"

As soon as the news came out.

The entire Earth's network crashed again, this time even more thoroughly and violently than the last time.

Chen Yuan dominated the top ten trending topics.

"Chen Yuan's Preaching" ranked first, with its popularity being hundreds of times that of the second-ranked one.

"Chen Yuan is leaving" ranked second.

"How to get to Luoyang quickly" ranked third.

On social media platforms, tens of thousands of new messages are refreshed every second.

"Lord Martial Ancestor is leaving?!"

"The announcement said this was a farewell speech; the Martial Ancestor is leaving Earth to gain experience in the cosmos!"

"My god, the Martial Ancestor has only just broken through to the peak of True God, and he's leaving so soon?!"

"Is there a higher realm after the peak of True Godhood? Lord Martial Ancestor is pursuing an even higher level! This is the true heart of martial arts!"

"Lord Wuzu said that Blue Star is his home, and he will return! Look at the last sentence of the announcement: 'When he returns one day, he will drink with you all!'"

"Even as he was leaving, he still wanted to share his most treasured knowledge with us one last time before departing... Lord Martial Ancestor's magnanimity is truly beyond words. Anyone else would have kept their secrets to themselves; who would willingly reveal their most precious teachings to others?"

"Besides martial arts insights, this time there's also alchemy, formations, and weapon forging! Martial Ancestor isn't just a master of martial arts; his alchemy, weapon forging, and formation skills are all at a god-like level. I witnessed it firsthand when he lectured at the Luodu Martial Arts Academy last time!"

"I will never forget the alchemy techniques and the speed at which the formations were set up."

"........."

The news spread even faster than last time.

After official media outlets from various countries reposted the announcement from the Great Xia Kingdom, the comment sections were instantly flooded with messages.

America.

"I missed the last sermon by the Martial Ancestor, but I'm determined to attend this one!"

"The tickets are sold out! I just checked and they're gone! It's only been a few minutes!"

"Forget about plane tickets, hurry up and queue at the teleportation portal! The teleportation portal is much faster than a plane!"

"The queue for the teleportation array already stretches outside the city! There are at least 30,000 people ahead of me!"

"What did you say?!"

Western European Union.

"Chen Wuzu is leaving? That's so sudden..."

"Whether it's sudden or not, we have to go to the sermon this time! We didn't get enough of listening from below last time, this time we absolutely must go to the island!"

"Does anyone have a guide on how to get to the island? Please share! Lessons learned from last time, etc."

"You need to queue to get on the island. Those who arrive early get on early, and those who arrive late will just have to listen from below like last time!"

Nanyang Alliance.

"Brothers and sisters of the Nanyang Alliance, let's set off immediately!"

"Don't force those who can't go this time, but everyone who can go must go!"

"Holy Lord Chachai has personally led the expedition!"

India, Polar Bear, Southern Continent Alliance, Black Continent Alliance, Wilderness Continent Alliance.

Warriors from all member states are doing the same thing.

Pack your bags, grab tickets, and get on your way.

Compared to the last time, some people were still skeptical about the effectiveness of Chen Yuan's sermons.

Some people felt that even if he was a true god and a powerful being, his sermons might not be able to help people break through on the spot, and most people went with the mentality of "going to see the excitement".

This time, no one doubted that the effects of the fifteen days of preaching had deeply resonated with everyone!

Those martial artists who sat on the plains and listened to the sermon and then broke through to the next level, and those martial artists whose cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds after returning home.

And those martial artists who had been stuck at a bottleneck for years, but suddenly found enlightenment after hearing just one sentence from Chen Yuan.

They are living proof.

This time, even more people will go than last time.

No less than last time!

The most excited were those who missed the chance to board the floating island last time.

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Pingzhou.

That young martial arts master named Han Xiaoshan.

After listening to the sermon below the plains last time, he went back and immediately broke through three minor realms from the early stage of Martial Master to the peak of Martial Master.

He was practicing boxing in the backyard of the boxing gym when the news came.

Then he immediately stopped, grabbed his coat, and rushed outside.

"Master! I'm going to Luodu again!"

The old boxer stood at the door, his beard trembling with laughter.

"Let's go! We absolutely have to get to the island this time!"

"It's fine for Master to stay home alone. He should take good care of the boxing gym. When you come back, tell Master what he saw when he went to the island!"

Han Xiaoshan responded without turning his head and ran out of the courtyard gate.

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Yizhou.

That girl named Su Xiaojin.

After listening to the sermon last time, the bottleneck of the Great Martial Master that had troubled her for a year shattered on the spot, and she is now at the early stage of the Martial King realm.

The moment she saw the message, she rushed into her father's cultivation room without even knocking.

"Dad! The Martial Ancestor is going to preach again! This time he'll also be refining pills!"

Her father stood up from the prayer mat, patted her shoulder calmly, and felt a warm spiritual energy in his palm.

"Let's go, this time the Su family will bring a few more people!"

"Invite those three of your best friends along too, don't just think of yourself!"

Su Xiaojin's eyes reddened, and she turned and ran outside, wiping away tears as she ran.

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On the desolate plains of the Western Regions.

The rogue martial artist Li Tiezhu was eating dry rations around a campfire with several companions.

They had just emerged from a small celestial cave that could still be devoured by the will of Earth. They were still injured, and their dry rations were as hard as rocks, but no one complained.

The communication ring went off.

Li Tiezhu glanced down at it.

Then he put the dry rations by the campfire, stood up and began to quickly dismantle the tent, his movements so fast it was as if someone was chasing him.

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

"Old Li, why are you in such a hurry again? You did the same thing last time, running off before you even finished your rations."

Li Tiezhu replied without turning his head.

"We failed to outmaneuver those people last time, so we absolutely cannot be slow this time."

After saying that, he slung his backpack over his shoulder and strode towards the southeast, his back straight and resolute.

The few rogue cultivators behind them exchanged glances, then simultaneously bent down to pack up their weapons, their movements hurried and chaotic, but no one complained.

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The Great Xia Kingdom.

Outside Luodu City.

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

The towering, dark gold statue gleamed faintly in the sunlight.

The vast plain at the foot of the statue had already become lively ahead of schedule.

There are still several days before the sermon officially begins.

But some people have already arrived.

Some people set up tents, some spread out ground mats, and some simply sat on the grass and closed their eyes to rest.

There were familiar faces from last time, as well as new faces who had never been before. The furthest group even came from Russia and the Western European Union.

Their skin color and clothing were completely out of place with the locals, yet their eyes shone with the same light.

Anyone who arrives early always tries to grab a seat first.

The dense crowd began to spread outwards in concentric circles from the feet of the statue.

Like ripples on a lake.

Layer upon layer, the farther away, the sparser; the closer, the denser.

The dense crowd began to spread outwards in concentric circles from the feet of the statue.

"Hey bro, this spot is even better than the last one, wanna sell?"

"I'm not selling! I sold that one at a loss last time!"

"I'll give you five times the price, will you sell?"

"Not selling! Not even at ten times the price!"

"I brought a tent this time, so I have to find a good spot in the front row!"

The plains were bustling with noise...