High Martial Arts: Starting with a Martial Saint Peak Cultivation

Ning Yutang stood in the fighter jet command center, taking a deep breath to suppress the excitement in her heart.

She turned and walked out of the command room onto the fleet deck.

The sea breeze howled.

Below, on the sea, a massive naval fleet is cutting through the waves.

"Pass down the order: slow down the entire army," Ning Yutang commanded into the communication ring.

"Sixth Elder, how much should we slow down?"

Slow down, wait for someone.

Although they didn't know who they were waiting for, the fleet immediately carried out the order.

The massive steel behemoth slowly slowed down on the sea, stirring up layers of white waves.

Two hours have passed.

Ning Yutang stood on the deck, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the western horizon.

at last.

A streak of silver-gray light shot out from the clouds at an astonishing speed, reaching the sky above the fleet in the blink of an eye.

Gale.

The engine sound of the SSS-class fighter jet was deep and powerful.

After hovering in the air for a moment, it slowly landed on the flagship deck where Ning Yutang was.

The hatch slid open.

A black figure stepped out.

Ning Yutang's gaze immediately fell on that figure.

She looks exactly like Chen Yuan, has the same temperament, but has lost her usual lazy and casual demeanor and gained a sharper edge.

But on second thought, it makes sense.

This clone is here to oversee Japan, not for a vacation, so its attire is naturally different.

"Sixth Elder," the clone spoke, its voice as calm and composed as the original.

Ning Yutang quickly stepped forward, clasped her hands in greeting, and said, "Chief Chen!"

She couldn't help but take a few more glances, secretly marveling at it.

This isn't some kind of clone; it's a living, breathing Chen Yuan standing right in front of me.

If she hadn't known that Chen Yuan's true form was still sunbathing on Longyuan Mountain, she wouldn't have been able to tell the difference at all.

"Director Zhou told me everything," Ning Yutang said with a smile.

"With your clone overseeing Japan, I feel much more at ease."

The clone nodded without saying anything more.

Ning Yutang didn't mind.

She knew Chen Yuan's personality; he would never waste words if he could solve something with action.

"Chief Chen, since we still have some time on the road, I have a few questions about cultivation that I would like to ask you..." Ning Yutang tentatively began.

The clone glanced at her: "Speak."

Ning Yutang's eyes lit up.

He quickly poured out the questions that had been on his mind for a long time.

They were all about the circulation of spiritual energy and the understanding of realms in the mid-stage of Martial Saint. She had been stuck at this bottleneck for several years and had never been able to find the key.

After listening, Chen Yuan's clone casually offered a few words of advice.

Each sentence is short, but every word is precise and hits the nail on the head.

The problems that had troubled Ning Yutang for years were suddenly cleared up by Chen Yuan's few words!

"I see......"

Ning Yutang muttered to herself, a flash of understanding appearing in her eyes.

"Chief Chen, I have benefited greatly!" she said sincerely.

Chen Yuan's clone waved his hand, showing no intention of taking credit.

......

More than two hours later, the coastline finally appeared ahead.

A massive naval fleet sailed into the territorial waters of Japan, with dozens of warships lined up in a row, the flags of the Great Xia Kingdom fluttering in the sea breeze on their masts.

On the deck, squads of fully armed warriors stood in neat formation, their auras heavy and their killing intent palpable.

Because they considered that their troops stationed in Japan would not only face the alien races inside the cave, but also the potential for interference from local Japanese forces.

Therefore, the Dragon Martial Division directly dispatched the elite forces of the Great Xia Kingdom, and every warrior was a top-notch expert selected from hundreds!

The port has already been cleared out.

McAllen stood on the dock, followed by a dozen or so officers from the Republic of America.

Standing beside him was a Japanese man with the cultivation level of a peak Martial Venerable.

She was in her fifties but didn't look old at all due to her cultivation level. She was dressed in a formal black kimono, but the expression on her face looked uneasy no matter how you looked at it.

His name is Onodera Taira, and he is one of the few remaining high-ranking officials in Japan.

Originally, there were six martial saints in Japan, but now they are either dead or imprisoned, so he, a peak martial saint, has become the highest-ranking representative.

A massive fleet is slowly approaching on the distant sea.

The outlines of warships emerged from the sea fog, one, two, three... densely packed, almost endless.

Onodera Heiji's face grew paler and paler, and his legs trembled.

McAllen's expression wasn't much better.

He's been running this territory for years, getting whatever he wants, like a local tyrant. He can have a dream one night and it come true the next!

Their status is even higher than it was in America.

His heart was bleeding as he was about to hand everything over to the Great Xia Kingdom!

But no way.

Who told them to offend the Xia Kingdom?

"Mr. McAllen..." Onodera leaned closer, lowered his voice, and pleaded.

"Is there truly no way for the Kingdom of America to remain in Japan? We are willing to pay any price..."

McAllen glanced at him and shook his head.

"We've done our best." His voice was low, with a hint of barely perceptible bitterness.

"Onodera-kun, give up those unrealistic fantasies."

What he didn't say was, otherwise, who would be willing to give up this place? It's so comfortable staying here.

The problem is that the young man named Chen Yuan doesn't give you any room to bargain.

Onodera Hei's lips trembled; his last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

Over the years, he has followed the Great Xia Kingdom and provoked it quite a bit.

Now that the Kingdom of Amelica has withdrawn without warning, abandoning them like expendable pawns, he doesn't know how the Xia Kingdom's Martial Saint, who came to garrison them, will treat him.

Fear had completely taken hold of him.

You ran away so beautifully, what am I supposed to do now?

The current stance of the Kingdom of America is that it is willing to provide Japan with all assistance except for aid...

Just then.

The fleet has docked.

The massive warship slowly docked at the pier, its gangway lowered. The sound of orderly footsteps filled the air as squads of Great Xia warriors disembarked and quickly lined up on the pier.

The momentum is like a rainbow.

Then Ning Yutang came down.

Onodera Taira's gaze fell on her, and he felt the pressure of a mid-stage Martial Saint, causing him to catch his breath.

Then he saw the black figure behind Ning Yutang.

Onodera Taira's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

The man was dressed in black casual clothes, with a young face and an indifferent demeanor. He followed behind the Sixth Elder of the Great Xia Kingdom, yet his presence was impossible to ignore!

Chen Yuan!

Chen Yuan, the Holy Venerable One Who Protects the Nation of Great Xia!

He... he actually came in person?!

McAllen also saw the figure, and his already bitter expression instantly turned even more bitter.

Why is Chen Yuan here?!

Didn't they say they only sent a clone? This is clearly the real thing...

and many more.

McAllen carefully sensed the figure's aura. Peak Martial Saint, no doubt, but the oppressive feeling was considerably weaker than the one he'd experienced on the island.

It's a clone.

McAllen breathed a sigh of relief, but his heart was still pounding.

Even if it's just a clone, it's still Chen Yuan's clone!

Could it be that they're dissatisfied with the secret realms they chose and are here to cause trouble?

Why is his life so miserable?

A dignified late-stage Martial Saint, a figure revered wherever he goes, is now being treated like a grandson.

McAllen took a deep breath, suppressing the tragic emotions in his heart.

She forced a smile that looked more like a grimace and went to greet him.

"Martial Saint Ning, Martial Saint Chen!" He bowed and scraped, his attitude extremely respectful.

no way.

Who told Chen Yuan to be here!

"Welcome, welcome! You must be tired from your journey!"

Ning Yutang nodded expressionlessly.

Chen Yuan's clone didn't even bother to nod; he simply glanced at him indifferently.

McAllen forced a smile and turned to introduce Onodera Taira beside him.

"This is Lord Onodera of Japan. You can contact him if you have any questions regarding the garrison in Japan. He will fully cooperate with you."

When Onodera Taira's name was called, his body visibly trembled. He quickly stepped forward, bending at a ninety-degree angle, his voice trembling.

"Hai! Please... please, Your Holiness of Xia Kingdom, take good care of us in the future!"

He spoke Bactrian fluently, but his fearful and apprehensive demeanor was pitiful no matter how you looked at him.

Ning Yutang and Chen Yuan glanced at him but said nothing.

Onodera Hei broke out in a cold sweat; he had no idea what kind of treatment he would face.

Over the years, Japan, along with America, has caused the Great Xia Kingdom no small amount of trouble. Now that they've come knocking, we can easily find a reason to deal with them.

But he dared not run or resist.

Because standing in front of him was a monster capable of killing four martial saints in three minutes.

Even if it's just a clone, crushing a peak Martial Venerable like him is not much harder than crushing an ant!

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting a bit awkward, McAllen quickly changed the subject.

"Martial Saint Ning, Martial Saint Chen, our troops stationed throughout Japan have all assembled and are ready to take over from your Xia Kingdom's army at any time..."

He paused.

He carefully observed the expressions on their faces.

"Do you two have any other questions?"

His heart was pounding so hard when he spoke.

Fearing that Chen Yuan might suddenly ask, "What's the deal with those secret realms? Did you eat too many red beans and get lovesick?"

Ning Yutang turned to look at Chen Yuan's clone.

Chen Yuan's clone glanced at McAllen and said calmly, "Well, let's hand over the reins then."

McAllen was delighted, and his smile became more natural.

"Yes, yes, yes! The handover will begin immediately!"

Chen Yuan's clone added, "After the handover, all your people must leave. If I find out you've done anything underhanded..."

He didn't finish his sentence, only glancing at McAllen briefly.

McAllen felt a chill run down his spine and quickly waved his hands: "No, no! Absolutely not! We in America keep our promises the most!"

He felt guilty as he said this, but he didn't dare show it on his face.

Ning Yutang's lips twitched slightly, but she didn't say anything.

"Let's begin then." She turned and waved to the officer behind her.

The warrior legions of the Great Xia Kingdom immediately sprang into action and began handing over with the garrison of the Amelika Kingdom.

The port's fortifications, control of the military base, and the deployment map of the Tianku defense line... were handed over one by one in an orderly manner.

McAllen stood to the side, his smile growing increasingly stiff.

His heart bled with every handover of tasks.

These were built by their country of America over many years and with countless resources.

Now it's just being given away for nothing.

But he dared not say "no," and he didn't even dare to destroy anything before leaving it for the Xia army.

The handover continued until late at night.

The final handover was completed by noon the next day.

McAllen stood on the dock near Sakura City, watching the last American soldier board the transport ship, and let out a long sigh.

He turned to look at Ning Yutang and Chen Yuan's clones, forcing a smile on his face.

"Martial Saint Ning, Martial Saint Chen, all matters have been handed over. We... will be leaving now."

Chen Yuan's clone nodded.

McAllen felt like he'd been granted a pardon and turned to walk toward the transport ship. It was so good that his worst fears hadn't come true!

Onodera Heiwa and the remaining few peak-level Martial Venerables stood in place, watching the transport ship from the Kingdom of America slowly leave the port, their expressions extremely complex.

From that moment on, the world of Japan changed completely, and who knows what the future holds.

The transport ship sailed away from the port, heading towards the other side of the ocean.

McAllen stood at the stern of the ship, watching the coastline recede into the distance, his smile completely vanishing.

He muttered a curse under his breath, a sound only he could hear.

"Those idiots from Japan caused me to lose even my stronghold..."