High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

The entire "transfer of power" process was incredibly fast.

The entire process, from start to finish, took less than two minutes.

Jiang Fan, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly froze in his pained posture, clutching his head with both hands.

Then he quieted down.

That heart-wrenching "No!" still echoed in the cave, but the person who uttered it had changed.

After a while.

Jiang Fan slowly raised his head.

The fear, pain, and despair on his face vanished, replaced by a calm and experienced expression.

It was a young face, but the look in his eyes was definitely not that of a young man in his early twenties.

He looked down at his hands.

He clenched his fist and then relaxed it.

Then I moved my neck and shoulders around, as if I were getting used to a new outfit.

"good."

He muttered to himself.

The voice was still Jiang Fan's, but the tone had completely changed.

"This idiot, I didn't want to possess someone so soon..."

He felt the surging power within him, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

"However, this body is indeed worthy of my careful selection; its foundation is truly excellent."

His aura was stable at the early stage of Martial Venerable.

It could have continued to climb higher, but it was deliberately suppressed.

Otherwise, this body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

"Let's maintain this aura at the early stage of Martial Venerable for now," he muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming.

"Raising your strength too much at once is unstable and carries additional risks. We should gradually increase it when the time is right..."

As he was making his plans, the entire mountain suddenly shook violently!

"boom!"

Gravel fell from the top of the cave.

Jiang Fan frowned and turned to look in the direction of the cave entrance.

The armored rhinoceros king is still outside.

Its enormous body crashed against the mountain wall again and again, its blood-red eyes filled with madness.

It wants revenge for its child!

Jiang Fan's eyes turned cold, and a chilling smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"How dare those beasts, domesticated by humans, ruin my plans?"

He raised his hand.

A terrifying power began to gather in his palm.

Early stage of the eighth rank?

In his eyes, it was nothing more than a slightly larger insect.

Just as he was about to make his move.

"Boom! Boom!"

Two violent energy fluctuations suddenly came from afar!

Followed by.

Two figures streaked across the sky at breakneck speed!

"Jiang Fan is in that cave over there! Hurry!"

"Hang in there! Please don't let anything happen!"

Two voices, one after the other, carried barely concealed anxiety.

Jiang Fan raised an eyebrow and instantly withdrew the power from his palm.

They were the two mentors from Luoyang Martial Arts University.

Peak of the Martial Emperor realm.

His eyes darted around rapidly as he quickly calculated something in his mind.

It cannot be exposed now.

If his two mentors discover anything amiss, all his previous plans will be for naught.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath and his mind stirred.

A mysterious breath-concealing technique was unleashed.

His breath began to decline rapidly.

Martial Venerable (Early Stage), Martial Emperor (Peak Stage), Martial Emperor (Late Stage), Martial Emperor (Mid Stage), Martial Emperor (Early Stage), Martial King (Peak Stage)...

Finally, it came to a steady stop at the early stage of King Wu.

Exactly the same as before the possession.

Followed by.

He had another idea.

The wound on my left shoulder reopened, and fresh blood gushed out.

His armor was completely destroyed, and several deep bloody marks appeared on his face.

A few breaths.

He reverted to being the disheveled and dying Jiang Fan.

The entire process was smooth and took less than three seconds.

Jiang Fan took a deep breath and shouted with all his might towards the cave entrance:

"Teacher! Help me!"

His voice was weak and trembling, filled with the hope of surviving a disaster.

The performance was just right.

......

Outside the cave.

The two figures landed almost simultaneously.

One was a burly middle-aged man, Zhao Tiesheng, a tutor at the Foreign Languages ​​Department of Luodu Martial Arts University, at the peak of the Martial Emperor realm.

The other was a thin old man, Sun Zhengyuan, who was also an outer court instructor and a peak Martial Emperor.

The two were originally leading a team on the other side of the secret realm when they received the distress signal and rushed over here as fast as they could.

"Jiang Fan is inside! He's still alive!"

Upon hearing the sounds coming from inside the cave, Zhao Tiesheng's tense expression relaxed slightly.

But next second.

His gaze fell upon the enormous creature that was frantically crashing against the mountainside.

"This is... the Armored Horned Rhinoceros King?!"

Sun Zhengyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his voice changed.

"This thing's aura... eighth rank?! It's broken through to the Venerable level?!"

The two exchanged a glance.

They both saw horror in each other's eyes.

The highest level of the alien races in the secret realm is only seventh rank, which has been repeatedly confirmed by the Dragon Martial Division.

But now.

An eighth-tier alien creature stood before them.

"Save them first!"

Zhao Tiesheng gritted his teeth and made the first move.

A long sword was drawn, transforming into a bright blade of light that slashed towards the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King!

Sun Zhengyuan followed closely behind, his palms flying, and a series of spiritual energy palm prints crashed down!

"roar!"

The armored rhinoceros king was forced to turn around and abandon the cave.

Its blood-red eyes stared at the two new enemies, and it let out an angry roar.

There is a gap in realm between an eighth-tier cultivator and a peak Martial Emperor.

However, the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King had just broken through, its aura was still unstable, and it had not fully mastered its power.

Zhao Tiesheng and Sun Zhengyuan have worked together for many years and have excellent teamwork.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, did not seek to kill the enemy, but only to delay them.

"Hold it off! Wait for backup!"

Zhao Tiesheng shouted as he drew his knife.

Sun Zhengyuan gritted his teeth and nodded, his palms flashing as he unleashed spiritual power, tightly binding the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King.

Three figures clashed fiercely on the wasteland, each exchange unleashing astonishing energy fluctuations.

Although the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King was of a higher realm, he was unable to break free from the entanglement of two peak Martial Emperors for the time being.

Five minutes later.

A figure streaked across the sky.

He was a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of the Dragon Martial Division, with a deep and imposing aura and a chilling killing intent.

The middle stage of Wu Zun.

The head of the defense office of the Dragon Martial Division stationed in this secret realm.

"You beast!"

The Martial Venerable Director, still in mid-air, struck down with a palm!

A massive palm print of spiritual energy descended from the sky and slammed hard onto the back of the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King!

"boom!"

The massive body of the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King was knocked back, and cracks appeared on its dark golden scales.

It let out a painful roar and turned to run away.

But Director Wu Zun won't give it a chance.

The second palm strike followed immediately.

The third palm strike.

The fourth palm strike.

After four blows, the massive body of the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King crashed to the ground, its aura rapidly dissipating.

Early stage of the eighth rank.

They are not enough to stand up to a true Martial Venerable.

"call......"

Zhao Tiesheng let out a long breath and sheathed his sword.

He didn't even bother to wipe his sweat before turning around and running towards the cave.

"Jiang Fan! Jiang Fan, how are you?!"

Inside the cave.

Jiang Fan leaned weakly against the stone wall, covered in blood and pale-faced.

When he saw Zhao Tiesheng enter, a glimmer of relief flashed in his eyes.

"Teacher Zhao... I'm still alive..."

Zhao Tiesheng quickly stepped forward and checked his injuries.

The wound on my left shoulder was deep but not fatal.

His spiritual energy was completely depleted, and his breath was weak.

The external injuries look frightening, but with a martial artist's recovery ability, they will heal after a while.

"It's alright, it's alright." Zhao Tiesheng breathed a sigh of relief and helped him walk outside.

"You're lucky to be alive, buddy. Luckily you hid in this cave."

Jiang Fan gave a weak smile but didn't say anything.

When they emerged from the cave, Sun Zhengyuan and Director Wu Zun were dealing with the corpse of the Ironclad Horned Rhinoceros King.

Seeing Jiang Fan being helped out, Sun Zhengyuan also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're alive. If something really happened, we wouldn't be able to explain ourselves."

Director Wu Zun walked over and glanced at Jiang Fan's injuries.

He then nodded.

"Let's go back first. An eighth-tier alien race has appeared in the secret realm. We need to investigate this matter thoroughly."

......

One hour later.

Luoyang University of Technology.

Inside the medical room, Jiang Fan lay on the bed. His wounds had been treated, his left shoulder was wrapped in bandages, and his face was still somewhat pale.

But his breathing had already stabilized.

The door was pushed open and several people walked in.

Leading the way was Zhou Mingyuan, Jiang Fan's mentor at Martial Arts University and an inner court professor, who was at the early stage of Martial Venerable.

He quickly walked to the bedside, looked his disciple up and down, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that his disciple was alright.

"Xiao Fan, how are you feeling?"

Jiang Fan smiled weakly: "Teacher Zhou, I'm fine, I just got a little injured, I'll be fine after some rest."

Zhou Mingyuan nodded, a hint of lingering fear flashing in his eyes.

"An eighth-tier alien race has appeared in the secret realm. The Dragon Martial Division is already investigating this matter. It's fortunate that you came back alive."

Just as Jiang Fan was about to speak, several more people entered from outside the door.

He was his classmate.

"Brother Fan! You scared us to death!"

"I heard you were being hunted by an eighth-tier alien race? That's impressive, you even survived!"

"How badly are you injured? Are you alright?"

Several people gathered around, chattering with concern.

Jiang Fan responded to each question, his weakness tinged with a sense of relief at surviving a close call, his performance flawless.

He knows Jiang Fan too well.

After three years of living and working together, he knew Jiang Fan's every habit, every expression, and every tone of his voice by heart.

No one noticed anything unusual.

Ten minutes later.

Zhou Mingyuan patted him on the shoulder.

"Rest well and don't think too much. The school will approve your leave. We'll talk about it after you've fully recovered."

Jiang Fan nodded: "Thank you, Teacher Zhou."

The group gradually left.

The last person closed the door, and the medical room fell silent.

Jiang Fan lay on the bed, listening to the footsteps outside the door gradually fading away.

He closed his eyes and a slight smile curved his lips.

No one noticed.

A martial arts genius from Luodu was possessed by an "old man" inside a ring.

Who would believe such a thing if I told them?

He opened his eyes and stared calmly at the ceiling.

It's time to make a proper plan.

Previously, he could only hide inside the ring, and had to rely on Jiang Fan to do everything.

It's different now.

He has his own body and cultivation, and can do things personally.

"Lin Mengyao..."

He murmured the name, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

The great-granddaughter of the newly appointed thirteenth elder of the Great Xia Dynasty.

It is said that... he is still Chen Yuan's disciple.

If I could get close to her, and through her I could get close to Chen Yuan...

A meaningful smile appeared on Jiang Fan's lips.

"No rush, take your time."

He closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually became steady.

......

Several days later.

Midnight.

Luodu City, Liuli Pavilion.

This is the most luxurious spiritual spring club in Luodu City, with luxurious decor and first-class service. A single soak in the spiritual spring costs tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual crystals.

But for Chen Yuan, this amount of money was nothing.

He was lying in the VIP room on the second floor, enjoying the most relaxing moment of the day.

The private room was very large.

It is decorated in an elegant and comfortable manner.

In the center is a pool of steaming spiritual spring water, the water of which is crystal clear and exudes a faint spiritual aura.

A large lounge chair was placed by the pool, covered with a soft white bath towel.

Chen Yuan lay half-reclined on the chair, wearing a loose silk nightgown.

The robe was dark blue, with the neckline slightly open, revealing a well-defined collarbone and a small patch of firm chest.

The hem of her dress barely covered her thighs.

Two long, strong legs were casually draped over the footstool beside the chair.

She looks lazy and casual, yet she exudes a captivating charm that makes it hard to look away.

Two female masseuses were massaging him from behind.

Both of them were dressed lightly, wearing short silk jackets that barely covered their chests and revealed a glimpse of their slender waists.

She wore a matching short skirt that covered her hips, revealing her two long, fair legs.

She wasn't wearing anything underneath the short jacket; the silk material was thin and soft, swaying gently with her movements, revealing glimpses of her skin.

The two men, one on the left and one on the right, used professional and gentle techniques.

One person massaged the shoulders, and the other the calves; the pressure was just right.

Chen Yuan closed his eyes and enjoyed the comfort.

"Mr. Chen, is this pressure okay?" the young woman massaging his shoulders asked softly, her voice gentle and sweet.

"Hmm, not bad," Chen Yuan replied lazily.

The two young women exchanged a glance, both seeing the same thought in each other's eyes.

This Mr. Chen is much more handsome in person than in the news.

And that aura, that figure...

The young woman massaging Chen Yuan's calves secretly glanced at his open neckline, her ears turning slightly red.

Just then.

Suddenly, that familiar mechanical voice echoed in Chen Yuan's mind.

[Ding! The monthly check-in count has been refreshed. Would you like to check in now?]

Chen Yuan's eyes snapped open, a smile playing on his lips.

The most anticipated moment of the month has finally arrived!