I add points to Indian martial arts.

Gods?

Maybe so, or it could just be an accident.

Who knows?

Only God knows.

"These three moves involve mental attacks, life force healing, and curse power. It can only be said that the Earth Mother's Eight Bows martial art is indeed miraculous."

Li Wei silently experienced the martial art he had just mastered in his room. He felt a little regretful that the scroll only contained the first part, "The Cry of King Ananda."

But if the first bow was so miraculous, how about the next seven bows?

The first bow alone already touches upon three completely different realms: the spiritual, the life, and the curse.

I dare not imagine what the next seven bows will be like.

Li Wei had a feeling that this martial art might not be as simple as the Brahma Moon Martial Art. Perhaps one day, when he had collected all seven of the remaining seven, he would be able to recreate an unimaginable martial art.

"Is it already morning?" Li Wei realized he had been practicing martial arts all night. He pushed open the door and saw that it was early morning, with the morning sun shining in. The corridor was quiet and everything was peaceful.

The morning breeze, carrying the coolness of dew, swept over Li Wei. He took a breath of the fresh morning air and thought, "A new sun is rising, a new day has begun, and I have prepared everything."

The combined power of the Earth Mother's Eight Bows, the first step of the Naga, and the 2.3 Elephant Force, all of which can make him surpass the power of the Three Elephants and rival the mid-stage of the Vanpi.

It's time to take action against Sakje.

"Isn't the morning sky beautiful?"

Li Wei looked at the sky in the distance, which was slightly reddish. The clouds were pierced by the red sun, and the sky was dyed in layers of orange-red and pale gold. Everything was beautiful. Li Wei thought that it would be even more beautiful to see such a sky in the town. It would be even better if he had a cavalry of twenty horses behind him.

"What is Salma thinking about?" Suleisa arrived. The girl was wearing a pale yellow sari. She had just woken up in the morning, and her hair was a little unkempt. Her graceful figure was illuminated by the golden light, and her emerald eyes looked at Levi with a smile.

"I'm thinking of waiting a few days, on a day like this, to teach you how to ride a horse." Levi took Suleza's hand, and Suleza was stunned.

Vanma? She knew about that thing; it was very precious, only found in town, and was Sakje's treasure. How was Salma going to get that thing? And going to town would be like throwing herself into the lion's den.

She had heard her father say that Salma had bowed down to the Kshatriya in town, and it was only through hardship that they finally achieved the peace they had today.

……

The twelve villages of Ganka were garrisoned in shifts by two hundred soldiers sent by Sakje.

At this moment, in Ganka's core village, Ganmo, where Ganka resides, fifty soldiers are stationed.

In the open space in the center of the village, ten tall horses were tethered.

In the morning sunlight, the coats of those horses gleamed like satin, they were a full head taller than ordinary horses, their legs were as thick as pillars, and faint patterns of light could be seen flowing through their manes.

Ten heavily armored cavalrymen standing nearby were already practicing their martial arts skills early in the morning.

The leading cavalryman was a man in his thirties named Moturi, a captain of the Vanma cavalry, leading a Vanma squad of ten men.

"It's a bit boring, these days." After practicing a heavy sword slash, Moturi stopped, drenched in sweat, and gestured to the other nine people that they could also take a break.

Moturi looked up at the southeast sky, having heard that Livi, who had Naga blood, lived in a village in that direction.

Actually, ten days ago, when the news came that Li Wei had bowed down to Lord Sakje, he felt a little uncomfortable, even though it was good news for him.

Li Wei bowing his head signifies that there will be no war in this region for the time being, and Lord Sakje has maintained his authority.

But Moturi still felt a little uncomfortable. Even though he was Sakje's subordinate and the horse he rode belonged to Sakje, he still felt that the descendants of the Sun King should not bow down to others.

Moturi felt that the descendants of the Sun King should ride up to him on horseback, brandishing swords, and arrogantly tell him to go back, instead of cowering in the village and bowing to others.

Having heard so many tales of the Sun King's glorious deeds from bards since childhood, I always felt that his descendants should be as wise and powerful as he was.

Shaking his head, Moturi banished the thought from his mind and prepared to hone his martial arts skills once again. Unexpectedly, someone called his name from afar. He turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in a simple white robe approaching. It was Ganka.

"I need a horse," Ganka stated his purpose directly and simply.

"What is it?" Moturi asked, frowning. "Vanma is very precious and cannot be lent to just anyone."

"I have important matters to report to Lord Sakje in town." Ganka's voice was calm, but there was a glint in his eyes that Moturi couldn't understand.

Moturi thought for a moment, then nodded.

Ganka mounted his horse and rode off towards Tuli Town without looking back. He wished he could sprout wings and get there immediately. His face was grim.

Ganka is now consumed by jealousy.

He wished he could kill Li Wei.

He recalled the subtle interaction between Levi and Niveti on the night of the Torch Festival more than ten days ago, and at that time he had doubts in his mind.

Yesterday, he couldn't help but go to the temple to ask Niveti and Levi what their relationship was, but unexpectedly, Niveti suddenly became angry and told him to get out.

At that moment, Ganka's heart sank, because Niveti's reaction was abnormal. If it were a man who had nothing to do with her, Niveti would not have been angry and embarrassed, but would have coldly told him to get out. Niveti's reaction was abnormal.

Ganka hated Levi to death. He didn't blame Niveti; he felt that it must have been that shameless bastard Levi who seduced his goddess.

Thinking of this, Ganka angrily slapped his horse's back. He had to kill Livy; no one could lay a finger on his Brahma goddess.

Ten days ago, when he learned that Li Wei had bowed to Sakje and that Sakje had chosen peace, he was very disappointed.

He thought darkly to himself why Sakje didn't send troops to kill Livy, but it didn't matter, he had come up with a plan, he was sure he could persuade Sakje to kill Livy.

"Li Wei, Brahma is mine, no one can touch her, I will kill you." Ganka gritted his teeth. At this moment, there was a twisted look on the face of this somewhat refined middle-aged man, and a twisted possessiveness in his eyes. The most noble Brahma goddess in the world could only belong to him, Ganka.

Nobody can touch it!

With the sound of horses' hooves, the outline of Tuli Town was already faintly visible.

A twisted flame burned in Ganka's eyes.

He couldn't wait to persuade Sakje to take action, as he wanted to personally cut off Livy's head.

He thought, "You have everything—bloodline, status, cultivation—so why are you trying to take Nivea from me?"

Why is the God so unfair? He gave him nothing but ganka, and even his last remaining delusions are being taken away by these people with noble blood.

Heganka was not convinced!